Well, here's the next one. This chapter kind of went in a different direction than I had originally intended. Not quite sure how I feel about it. I would love to know what everyone thinks. Good? Bad? Please let me know in a review.

It started raining as Sam drove. She watched it with dull eyes as she stared out the windshield of Dean's car. The happiness she'd felt earlier…when she'd remembered certain things…was gone now, and the rain only seemed to fuel her resigned state of mind.

She tried not to think; she tried not to feel; she tried not to hear. It was all meaningless.

But no matter what she did, she could not erase the betrayed look on Dean's face when she'd hurt him.

Sam knew she'd had no choice. Dean couldn't come with her. She couldn't let him see…

Why does it matter if he sees it or not? He already knows you're a monster…besides, he wants to see daddy too…

Sam slammed her hands down on the steering wheel and glared out at the rain.

It wasn't fair. Dean had already lost so much…she was going to make it. She had too…

She looked down at the clock on the radio and pressed down on the accelerator when she saw she was running out of time. Deep down she knew the confrontation couldn't be avoided. Especially considering what she'd seen in her vision. It didn't stop her from hoping though.

"Why?" She mumbled to herself as the car sped up.

Because I told her to, you foolish girl. No one can resist me…despite what you may believe…

"No. I can bring her back. I will bring her back."

Foolish, foolish girl. Why do you care anyway? You were the one who left her behind. You left them all behind. Andy. Lily. Ava. Jake. Jacob. Jessica…

Sam's hands clenched around the steering wheel.

I tortured them after you left…my anger was uncontrollable. There is no saving them now…

Silent tears started streaming down her cheeks but still Sam did not respond. She knew what she'd done. There was no escaping it.

Her vision was proof of that.

"Where are you, you son-of-a-bitch?!" Dean screamed into his phone. His rage was getting the better of him. The bastard who'd taken Sam had the nerve to call him on the phone?!

"Calm down Deano. You don't want your head to explode."

"I said, where the hell are you?!"

"I'm nearby. But I'm not coming out until you calm down."

Visibly shaking from anger, Dean sucked in a deep breath. If he was going to be able to kill the asshole, he needed him to show himself first. Knowing the guy was watching, Dean took another deep breath and tried to control his hatred.

"Okay. Fine. I'm calm. Now show yourself."

There was no answer and Dean's anger started to build again. "I said I'm calm!"

"Sure you are."

Dean froze when the voice sounded like it was coming from behind him. Spinning around, he came face to face with the monster who ruined his life.

He wasn't exactly what Dean thought he'd be.

Standing before him was a guy, about his own age, with short black hair, of average height. He was athletically built with a kind face and a warm smile.

Dean wasn't fooled.

His hands started shaking so badly that he had to clench them into fists. It didn't even occur to him that the guy could be lying. No…this was the man…this was the monster that had taken the only thing he cared about. He'd taken Sam…done unspeakable things to her, broke her so badly that she didn't even know who she was anymore. This was the monster who stole her childhood from her and any semblance of a normal life she could have had. This was…the creature that had destroyed his family…

When the guy's eyes flashed black…Dean wasn't surprised. He'd always had a feeling that whatever was behind Sam's disappearance was something supernatural. This demon was just like all the others. Taking human hosts in order to ruin lives.

"Hello Dean." It said with a smile.

"Don't hello me, you son-of-a-bitch. I'm gonna kill you." The venom in his voice paled in comparison to the rage he was really feeling.

"Oh? And how are you going to do that without a weapon?"

Dean narrowed his eyes and clenched his hands into even tighter fists. "I'll figure something out." He hissed, as he imagined cutting the bastards smug smile right off his face. What he wanted to do couldn't be put into words. For twelve years Dean had been living in a hell this monster had created. He'd felt angry before, hell, his whole personality exuded anger, but this was something else entirely. This was a rage that burned him from the inside out.

The two of them stared at each other for a while, Dean barely keeping his shit together, before the demon broke it with a sigh. "This isn't going nearly as well as I'd hoped."

Dean couldn't help but snort in derision. "Oh yeah? Well sorry to disappoint. I don't take kindly to demon scum who kidnap and torture my baby sister."

The demon stared at him blankly for a moment before it reached behind its back and pulled out…a gun.

Dean tensed and shifted his body slightly closer to his car. If he was going down…he was going down fighting. All of his weapons were in the trunk but he could at least grab the knife that was sitting on the passenger side seat. It may not accomplish anything but stabbing the bastard would give him at least a little satisfaction.

But then the demon did something Dean didn't expect. It threw the gun over to him. Dean caught it out of instinct and held it loosely in his right hand. "What the hell?" He asked, thoroughly confused.

"I figured you'd feel better if you were armed. Am I right?" The demon said as if it had been reading his mind.

Dean looked from the demon, down to the gun, and then back again. Decision made, he firmed his grip and aimed the weapon at the demons head. "Yeah." He said as he fired three times.

The bullets hit the demon in the head, neck, and chest. It fell backward and Dean felt a great sense of satisfaction. But then, as he knew it would, the bastard sat up.

"Feel better?" It had the nerve to ask.

Dean unloaded the clip.

Unfortunately, the sound of gunshots drew some unwanted attention.

Out of the corner of his eye, Dean could see people peeking out of their motel room windows and the unmistakable sound of sirens could be heard in the distance.

"Dammit…" He muttered under his breath as the demon slowly pushed itself to its feet.

"I'm sorry Dean, but it looks like we're going to have to cut the conversation short for the time being. I can't afford to be delayed by foolish pigs who don't know what they're doing. Good luck and I'll be in touch very soon."

The demon vanished before Dean could even wrap his mind around what it said.

"Dammit!" He screamed as he realized the bastard was gone. Dean threw the gun to the ground and slammed his fists on the roof of his car.

That was his chance…that was his chance to get revenge for Sam…and he'd screwed it up. Now the demon was gone, he was no closer to finding Sam, and he was about to get arrested.

"Can this freakin day get any worse…" He mumbled dejectedly…a second before the sky opened up to release a torrential downpour.

The diner was small, and a little bit kitschy, but Sam didn't mind. She was really beyond caring at this point and was just looking for something to eat before she headed back to her motel room. She'd intended to keep driving, but decided that she needed to be in top form if she was going to accomplish her task. That, of course, meant a good-nights sleep.

Sam looked down at Dean's phone and contemplated calling him but dismissed the idea as soon as it entered her mind. It was best if he stayed in the dark about what was happening. It was the only way to protect him from what was coming…the possibility that she could fail.

Jessica.

Sam found it very hard to think about Jessica…or any of them for that matter. They had been her family…the people who knew the truth…who knew what it was to be a monster.

"Aaarrrggghhh!" She screamed as the searing pain shot through her skull yet again. It was unbearable…like her head was going to explode.

"Shh, it's okay. Just bear with it a little longer."

She felt a pair of arms wrap around her trembling body and tried to do what Jessica suggested. The blonds comforting embrace was the only thing keeping her from losing it completely. She just wanted it to stop…

Eventually, the pain subsided and she was left a shaking mess in her sister's arms.

"There you go. It's okay." Jessica said calmly, as if the pain was just something to be overcome…like everything else.

"It's not okay…" She muttered as tears poured down her pale cheeks. "It's not okay Jess…I can't take it anymore…I just can't…"

She looked up and saw Jessica staring sadly down at her.

"You have to Star. Remember what he did last time? Do you want that to happen again?"

"No…never again…" She shuddered at the memory.

"What did you see this time?" Jessica asked in a curious tone. She never knew why the blond was always so interested in her visions. They were never happy ones…

"I saw death Jess…nothing but death…"

There was a moment of silence before Jessica pulled her even closer. "Maybe…maybe that's our only way out…"

Startled, she pulled out of her sisters arms and stared at her in shock. "What?"

A cold, slightly detached look appeared on the blonds face. "We're never getting out Star. We're his pawns…his little play things. Maybe death is our only salvation."

"No!" She screamed. "Don't say that! Not after…not after what he made us do! I made you a promise remember?! I will get us out…I will get us all out."

Jessica smiled softly at her determination…but that cold look…never left her eyes.

"I'm sorry Jessica…" Sam muttered softly as she gazed blankly out the window beside her. She had so much to be sorry for…sometimes she wished she could do things differently. Be what they needed her to be. But in the end…all she was, was a selfish coward.

"What can I get for you?"

Startled, Sam whipped her gaze around to find a plump older woman standing by her table with a kind smile on her face. "Sorry?"

"I said what can I get ya hon?"

Sam blinked once and thought about what she wanted. "Do you have pie?"

The woman chuckled softly. "Of course we have pie. We have apple, cherry, lemon, and chocolate-cream—"

"I'll have cherry please." Sam said softly, accidentally cutting the woman off. Thankfully she didn't seem to mind.

"Sure thing hon. Be right back."

Sam watched the woman leave before turning her attention back toward the window. Pie…pie made her think of Dean. Dean liked pie…

With a sigh, Sam glanced down at his phone again. Maybe just one call wouldn't be too bad? Just to see if he was okay…

To call or not to call…that is the question. I didn't train you to be this indecisive Sammy. It makes me sadder than you could imagine, seeing you look so weak and pathetic. Where's my girl? The girl who laughed when I told her to stop making that poor man in Indiana scream because it could wake the whole neighborhood. The girl who tortured those people in Chicago simply because they called her a freak. The girl who abandoned her friends because it suited her needs. The girl who killed over twenty demons to escape me…

Sam listened to his words but didn't respond. She'd done all of those things…and more. She already knew what she was, she didn't need him to tell her that. The one thing that she did focus on however, was what he'd called her.

"You called me Sammy…"

There was no response.

A wide smile appeared on her face. He'd called her Sammy…it was the very first time he'd ever done that. A feeling she couldn't quite describe welled up within her and it was nearly overwhelming. It was just one more bit of proof that she was exactly who she believed herself to be.

Without another moment's hesitation, Sam started to dial Dean's phone number. She hit one number before she realized…she had Dean's phone. Any number she dialed would call the phone in her hand. She had no idea how to get a hold of him.

Hahahahahahaha!

Azazel's laughter echoed in her ears.

"Here you go. One slice of ch—Ah!" The woman screamed as Sam smacked the plate of pie out of her hand. It clattered to the floor with a booming crash that shattered the peaceful atmosphere of the diner. All of the other patrons turned to look in the direction of the noise but Sam didn't even notice. She just stared down at the broken plate…at the red smeared all over the tiled floor…

It looked so much like blood.

"A-are you alright h-hon?"

Sam slowly drew her eyes upward, taking in the name written on the woman's name badge, before staring at her fear filled face. Apparently her name was Jane.

"I would like the check now Jane." She said in a dull monotone. Sam needed to get out. She needed to leave. Her anger…her rage was building and the urge to do something was staring to get the best of her.

"A-alright…just one second."

Jane scurried away and Sam sat there in her booth trying to remain calm. Maybe calling Dean was a bad idea in the first place. Clearly something was telling her that it was pointless. The only thing she would accomplish by doing so would be learning that Dean was now awake and freaking out trying to find her. He would attempt to guilt her into coming back…or tell him where she was going. Two things she couldn't do.

No. She would not call Dean.

Jane came back a few moments later and placed the check on the table. Sam didn't feel anything when she saw the woman's hand shaking. She looked down at the piece of paper in front of her and slowly counted out the amount written down. Then, without another word, she pushed herself out of the booth and headed for the exit.

Once outside she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Getting angry would accomplish nothing. She just really hated it when he beat her. It made her even angrier knowing that it wasn't even really him.

"I will not let you win…do you hear me…I will save them both."

Maybe saying it out loud would make it come true.

Wishful thinking…

"Goddammit! Let me out! How can you charge me with assault when there isn't even a victim?!"

"Shut up down there!"

Dean smashed his hands against the bars of his cell and glared down the hallway toward the three cops lounging around their desks. He'd been stuck there for three hours already and they weren't telling him anything. Odds were he probably wouldn't even see a judge before the weekend was over. The whole thing was ridiculous. There wasn't even a freakin body. The only good thing about the whole situation was that he'd managed to get a nap in and he now felt more energized.

He sighed in frustration, plopped down on the cot in the cell, and put his face in his hands. This was such a waste of time. Sam was probably in Lawrence by now and he was just rotting in some small town jail. It was all because of the goddamned demon. Once again the thing was ruining his life.

"Oh, don't look so sad Deano. Your lawyer is here to break you out."

Dean's eyes shot up and he saw the same bastard as before standing in front of his cage dressed in a crisp black suit, looking for all the world, to be a high class lawyer.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He said angrily.

The demon, Jacob he suddenly remembered, smiled at him and trailed its hand up and down the bars. "I told you Dean. I'm here to break you out. You want to save Sammy don't you?"

Dean froze at Sam's name. "You stay the hell away from her! I won't let you hurt her again!" He screamed as he surged forward, only to be waylaid by the bars. The demon watched him with a bored expression.

"Are you finished? Make any more racket and those cops will come down here and you'll be stuck here until Monday. Is that what you want?"

Dean clenched the bars in his hands and glared at the demon…but he remained quiet.

"That's better. Now, how bout we have the little chat that was interrupted earlier."

"I thought you were getting me out?"

"All in good time Dean. Why don't you have a seat?"

"I think I'll stand if that's okay." He spat out.

"Whatever floats your boat Deano."

Dean watched as the demon walked over to lean against the wall opposite his cell. He was beyond pissed but he had no choice but to do what it wanted…for the moment anyway.

"Well, where to begin? You know that I'm the demon that took your sister, but did you also know that I'm also the one that set her free?"

Dean's eyes widened in shock. The guy who took her…let her go?

"I can tell from your expression that you had no idea. Not surprising I guess. Especially considering her mental state at the time…"

"Yeah?" Dean barked out. "And whose fault is that asshole?"

Dean was utterly shocked when it looked over at him with a strange expression. It almost looked like remorse…but that couldn't be true. There was no way…right?

"I know what I have done Dean. That is not what I wish to discuss with you. You need to know what you are walking into in chasing after her. Sam is different than the girl you once knew, of that I am sure you've already noticed, but there's more to it."

Dean released his grip on the bars and took a step back. Sam's black eyes flashed through his mind. What had this demon done to her? It was correct in one thing. Sam was no longer the sister he knew. She was different in so many ways. She was strong and hardened, like someone who'd fought a war. Her eyes were clouded by the things she had seen and been through. She was no longer an innocent child and Dean could only guess what she'd done over the past twelve years.

"What did you do to her?" He whispered, slightly afraid of the answer, but needing to know the truth.

The demon, Jacob, looked at him in understanding and it made Dean want to puke.

"I broke her. I broke her, and then I put her back together again. I tortured her mind and her body. I made her do things you could only dream of in your nightmares. But even with everything I did…she fought tooth and nail. It wasn't until he started her training that the Sam you knew…disappeared."

He? Was it the same person, or demon, that Sam seemed to reference constantly? She appeared to be utterly terrified of whoever it was and that was the reason she wanted, no needed, to keep moving.

"Who is he?"

Jacob stared at him silently and Dean had a feeling he was contemplating on whether or not to tell him. Dean knew he would talk. For whatever reason, the demon seemed to be in a chatty mood, and while Dean wanted to kill him for what he did to Sam, he needed to know what had happened to his sister and what she was running from.

"Azazel."

Azazel? Dean didn't know the name. He'd never heard it before. The way Jacob said it though…made him very nervous.

"Who is Azazel?"

Jacob smiled and took a step closer to the bars. "Azazel is…the yellow eyed demon. He is the chess player; the manipulator; the boss. We are nothing but pawns in his game. You wish to fight Dean? You wish to save your sister? Azazel is who you have to defeat. Little Samantha Winchester is his greatest star. You have no idea what she is capable of. I would tread lightly if I were you."

So much information was flying at him that he was having trouble processing it. One thing stuck out however…the yellow eyed demon. That was a name he'd heard before. There had been talk of a strange demon with yellow colored eyes in hunter circles for a number of years now. Dean had thought they were just rumours but apparently they were true. If this thing wanted Sam back…it was all the more reason for him to find her as fast as possible.

"Get me out."

Jacob smiled even wider. "I take it you are ignoring my warning? Good. I will help you on one condition."

"Oh, and what the hell would that be?"

"Kill him." The demons eyes flashed black and Dean was a bit taken aback by the venom in those two words. It would appear that this Jacob had had a falling out with his boss. Well, if that was the way out, then he had no problem agreeing to it, especially considering that was his plan all along.

"Deal."

Without wasting another second, Jacob strode forward and smashed the cell door open. It swung back on its hinges creating a huge bang. The police from the other room could be heard shouting but Dean wasn't paying any attention. He was too focused on the giant hole in the brick wall of his cell that Jacob had just created.

"Go Dean. Your car is in the impound lot down the street. Good luck. And when you see Sam, tell her…that there is a new Star."

"What?" He questioned as he turned toward the demon in confusion. "Hey!"

Jacob was already gone.

The yelling from the cops was getting closer and Dean realized that he couldn't waste any more time. Without a second thought he dashed through the hole in the wall and made his way through the alley behind the police station. What was one more charge anyway?

He ran as fast as he could toward the impound lot. Not because he needed the car, he could always steal another one, but because he wanted to see if his things were still inside of it. He would need a weapon if he was going after Sam.

Thankfully the weapons were still there, so he scooped them and then broke into another vehicle. He felt better once he was back on the road. Too much time had been wasted already. Once he found her he'd get some answers, of that he was certain. He was very curious about the relationship she had with the demon Jacob and he needed to know all he could about Azazel. At least he now had the name of the one pulling the strings. He was going to have to make a call to Bobby to see if the old man could dig up any info on the yellow eyed demon.

"I'm comin Sammy. Just hold on…"