Here we are! After a long trip we're on the end of the road. I'm happy for the people who are reading me but I think this fic needs a closure. After the epic love bonding between Dean and Cas, what happens next? After Sam's "death", what did he became?

~THAT'S A SAMS POV~

"Sam? Sammy?! Brother, where are you?"

"Dean? Dean! DEAN! I'm here! I'm here! Save me please! Dean it hurts! Please make it stop! Please please brother!"

The moment I opened my eyes, I knew I wasn't a human being, not anymore. I had an insatiable lust, a hunger that I couldn't define what it was. All I needed to do was to…

"Good morning, sunshine" Alistair smiled creepily as he walked over him. "You slept well?"

I roll my eyes as I try to stand up and place a hand on my heart, then on my abdomen. I remember clearly Ruby stabbing my guts, many times.

"Am I…dead?"

Alistair chuckled. "Almost. " I frown deeply, feeling my anger boiling into my body.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I snap. He looks at me, unaffected. I sigh deeply.

"Anyway, I'm getting the hell outta here."

"No one leaves Hell, boy" Alistair says slowly with his deep voice. I widen my eyes.

"What are you—"

"You're a demon, a powerful one". The demon exclaimed calmly.

I felt my heart stop or not beat at all. I was dead. And demons didn't need a heartbeat. "A Knight of Hell. It was meant to be. Azazel was sure about what would you be. You just needed to be killed first".

I breathe from my nose deeply, trying to calm down. I don't need to have a panic attack in the middle of Hell.

"How do I know you're telling the truth?"

Alistair raised an eyebrow and showed me the room's mirror. "See yourself".

I walked over there, holding my breath. What I saw scared the hell out of me. I was indeed a demon. I closed my eyes and when opened them again, my eyes were black.

"We're going out to have some fun. Wanna come?" I felt like all the suspensions I had fell outright. I nodded and followed him.

"Sam!"

Dean woke up from his sleep, sweat all over his chest and scalp. His scream was still ringing in his voice. He had the weirdest dream; blank, just blank and voices, just his brother's voice to be honest, calling him.

"It hurts Dean, it hurts.."

He shivered as he remembered the voice of pain. He laid back at the bed, Castiel sleeping silently beside him. He was more than grateful that the angel was helping him, that he was there with him. He stroked the angel's hair softly, trying to calm down.

It was a month since Sam was taken by demons and the rest of Team Free Will were trying to track him down, with no hit. After what Anna had said about "him coming back", Dean was concerned. Was his brother had turned into a demon eventually? What if he had to kill him?

"Dean?" Cas' soft, raspy from sleep voice distracted him. Dean smiled softly as he looked into the angel's ocean blue eyes.

"I'm here, Cas" Dean pulled him close onto his body, kissing softly his lips.

When they pulled back, Cas softly stroked Dean's cheek looking sadly into his eyes.

"Another nightmare?" he whispered. Dean nodded. Cas sighed and pulled Dean into his embrace, stroking his hair.

"I miss him Dean. I miss him too. But we'll get him back I promise. Even if I have to die to give you your brother back… I will…"

Dean placed a soft finger on his angel's lips, shushing him. "Don't say that… Please just don't… I don't wanna lose you too."

After they spend the rest of the night on the bed, they eventually stood up to make some research. They had found demonic signals on the area; demonic possessions, thunders and massive killings. Also every night, a club or a bar was exploded. Dean and Cas were sure those were the demons. Also Sam was probably with them, if he was turned. Dean once asked Cas if Sam could be healed. Cas' answer was negative. He didn't knew. But he lied. He knew very well that to heal a demon needed to stab him with an angel blade which was soaked in angelic blood. To save Sam, he needed to die. And he wouldn't tell Dean, not until the last minute.

After an orgy of drinks, women and killings, Sam sat back on the table with the other demons, chuckling uncontrollably. Alistair was right, eventually. Being a Knight of Hell was fun.

"That's the hundredth chick you bang in a month, dude" he chuckled and high-fived the tall man.

Sam smiled and winked back at the demon. A month had passed and he was more and more distracted by his new abilities. His strength, his mind, the things he could do, if he could just snap his fingers… Dean's face wasn't popping in his mind anymore. He barely remembered his brother or his feathery friend.

That exact moment, when Dean and Cas intruded into the dead-of-people bar, Sam didn't even moved. Hell, he didn't even blinked.

"Sammy?" Dean's face felt strange but also so familiar to Sam.

He blinked once, his eyes getting blank. "Sammy's gone." He whispered devilishly. "Who are you? I don't know you."

"I'm your brother. You're brother, Sammy. Your family—"

"They're my family." He whispered as he looked at the demons around him.

"I'm a demon, you fool, how could I be related to you?"

Dean's eyes got wet and he felt like his guts were hit hard. Cas behind him was holding his breath, his angel blade hidden in the sleeve of his right hand. They just needed to go a bit closer, he needed to hold Sam still for a while…

"I know you're still in there, man" Dean muttered, feeling his heart tearing apart. "I know I failed you. I didn't protect you. I know dad is waiting me to Hell, to kick my ass. But it's okay. I can't do this without you, dude. You're all I have." He whispered, tears falling. Cas swallowed thickly. Watching Dean like this… Felt like hell.

Meg laughed. "Oh you poor little Winchesters. You think you can solve any problem with a touching family speech." She giggled ironically. "Guess what, Dean-o. You have to sacrifice more than a couple of tears to bring Sammy back."

Dean frowned as her glance fell on Castiel. Dean looked at him as well. "Cas what is she sayin'?" Castiel sighed as he mouthed "I'm sorry" to Dean and rushed over Meg, stabbing her in the face. The other demons screamed and attacked. Dean faced his brother many times, trying not to hurt him.

When all the demons were dead, Sam was pushed against a wall, an angel blade on his throat. He was groaning threatenly. "I'm gonna kill you, you winged ass bastard". He groaned under his teeth. "You killed my siblings!"

"They weren't your siblings, Sam" Cas muttered calmly. "He is."

He looked at Dean apologetically as he stabbed himself. Dean screamed looking at him and walked over them quickly. Cas irrigated his angel blade with his own blood as Dean was watching, shocked and terrified. New tears were streaming down his face. Cas handed him the blade.

"Stab him in the shoulder." He whispered. "It will exorcise the demon"

Dean nodded and did as Cas said, watching the glowing body beneath him. He touchedthe vein on Sam's neck. His pulse was steady, he was alive. But Cas…Dean laid Sam on the floor softly and pulled Cas into his embrace, crying, blood running down his body.

"You bloody bastard…" Dean muttered, between his sobs. "Why you did this?"

"To save your brother" Cas whispered. "Dean…" Dean leaned closer nodding. "I'm gonna die… I need you to…" Dean nodded again and kissed him deeply, hard, for one last time.

When he pulled back, Cas' eyes were watery too. "I love you, Dean. Never forget about that" Dean held him as close as he could, crying silently too. "I love you too, Cas. Always."

Cas' eyes closed, with no intention of opening again.

A/N: Okay that was sad. I hope you liked that story as I did. Love you all xx