Yooo so this chapter mentions love but I just wanna let you know it's not incest. NOT INCEST. It's like an Elsa/Anna family love thing. I'm totally against incest. Anyway, I hope you like what I did here... yeah... I made a male!Ruby. Ehhh I hope more people get into this story soon, that would be cool.

This is my interpretation of "No Rest for the Wicked"

I don't own Supernatural

Sam knew that time was running out, and fast. In fact, she stayed up many nights looking for ways to relief her brother from the burden of the hellhounds, but she was never lucky enough to find an answer.

However, they soon found one. The last case they had taken led them straight to the owner of Dean's soul, which just so happened to be some demon named Lilith. Additionally, Bobby helped them figure out where she resided, and it was a small town called New Harmony in Illinois.

Yet, they figured that they couldn't just barge in. At first, it was Sam who suggested they go right away (which was very uncharacteristic of her) but she seemed to come to her senses and agreed with Bobby and Dean to summon Ruben and have him answer some questions. The result left him in the basement because he wouldn't give the right answers, yet they still had the knife, which was what they needed most.

Sam and Dean were currently loading weapons, whatever it would take against Lilith and the hellhounds. They weren't going down without a fight. Sam sighed. "We're just going to let him rot down there?"

"That's the idea." Dean replied.

"Dean, uh…" Sam was nervous for asking her brother something like this, because she knew how protective he could be. Sometimes, it was very annoying. She could protect her own skin, dammit. "What if Ruben's right? What if I can take out Lilith?"

She was right. He shot an angry, doubtful looked to her. Her fists tightened. "Quit looking at me like that." She murmured through her gritted teeth.

"What, are you gonna give her the Carrie-stare and Lilith'll just go "poof"?"

She shook her head. "Dean, I don't know what Ruben meant. You know, maybe we should just go ask him."

"Samantha, you wanted the knife. I got you the knife." After a challenging glare, he turned and moved over to another table.

Sam groaned. "Dean, just listen to me for a second. Last time, Lilith snapped her fingers and put thirty demons on our ass, and all we got's one little knife? I mean, like you said, we go in smart or we don't go in at all."

"Well, this ain't smart." Dean replied.

Sam sighed. "We got one shot at this, Dean. Just one. So if there's a sure-fire way then maybe we should just talk about it."

"Samantha Mary Winchester." Sam flinched when he used her full name. He approached her as he spoke, and she resisted every urge to punch him. "We are not going to make the same mistake again."

"You said that, but what does it even mean?" She asked quietly.

Dean sighed. "Don't you see a pattern here? Dad's deal, my deal, now this? I mean every time one of us is – is – is up the creek the other is begging to sell their soul. That's all this is, man. Ruben's just jerking your chain down the road. You know what it's paved with and you know where it's going."

As if final with his word, he moved back to the table with the weapons. Sam shook her head as Dean absentmindedly reloaded one of the guns on the table. Of course Dean was worried about her. He didn't want her to go through the same experience he was going through. She walked to the other side of the table. "Dean." She moved to sit next to him, and watched as he assembled another weapon.

It was just like they were kids, when Dean was teaching her how to use and assemble different weapons that she could use to protect herself, and she would just watch intently, eagerly awaiting her turn to try and assemble a rifle. "What do you think is going to happen? This is me, I can handle it."

Dean stopped abruptly, and shook his head.

"And if it'll save you…"

"Why even risk it?" Dean asked, looking back up to Sam, almost angered. Sam looked into those forest green eyes of his to find some expression of comfort behind them.

"Because you're my brother, Dean. Because you did the same for me."

Dean looked back to the weapons and scoffed. "I know. Look how that turned out."

Suddenly, she couldn't look at him. She reckoned he remembered the time she died in the yellow-eyed demon's game. Knowing that, it became hard to when those brooding eyes of his were looking right into her own. "Sammy, look at me." He almost begged. She looked to him in surprise. It was obvious he was struggling with what to say. "All I'm saying is… that you're my weak spot."

His eyes were watering. She hated to see him like this, because that meant he was giving up. When Dean truly gave up, there was no hope for the Winchesters.

"You are, and I'm yours." He said, continuing.

Seeing her brother in near tears, made her own eyes blurry too. "You don't mean that… we're… we're family."

"I know. And those evil sons of bitches know it too. I mean, what'll we do for each other, you know, how far we'll go? They're using it against us."

Sam realized he was right. She knew there was no way to stop it.

"So what? We just stop looking out for each other?" She asked numbly.

Dean shook his head, smiling. "No freaking way. We stop being martyrs, man. We stop spreading it for those demons." He picks up the knife that Ruben gave them. The only weapon that is effective against all types of monsters. "We take this knife, and we go after Lilith our way. The way Dad taught us to. And if we go down, then, uh… then at least we go down swinging."

Sam stared at him, and blinked the tears out of her eyes. He was smiling back at her, as if everything was going to be all right. She was glad for this change of atmosphere too.

She wondered how long it was going to last.

Finally, the Winchesters loaded into their Impala all loaded and ready for a hunt. They weren't expecting Bobby to up and show up outside Dean's window, scaring the living daylights out of them. "Where do you think you're going?" He asked, as if he was a distressed parent.

With a switched glance and a sigh, they step out of the car. Neither Dean nor Bobby were particularly happy with each other. "We got the knife." Dean replied.

"And you intend to use it without me?"

Sam watched the two of them warily. Sure, Bobby helped the two of them locate Lilith, but it wasn't worth risking his life.

"Do I look like a ditch-able prom date to you?" He asked again.

"No, Bobby, of course not." Sam answered quickly.

Dean sighed. "This is about me, and Sam. This isn't your fight."

Even though that was slightly true, Sam did believe they could use some backup.

"The hell it isn't!" Dean was shocked by this response. "Family don't always end in blood, boy. Besides, you need me."

"Bobby."

"You're playing wounded. Tell me, how many hallucinations have you had so far?"

Sam looked to Dean in surprise. Dean switched a wary glance with her, but just sighed. "How'd you know?"

"Because that's what happens when you got hellhounds on your butt. And because I'm smart."

Sam watched Dean more intently, but the man in question only looked to the ground in defeat. Bobby handed Dean the distributor cap which had been missing from the Impala. "I'll follow." He declared, moving over to his own car.

They had been on the road for hours, and it was already night as they headed on the highway to Indiana. It had taken this long for Sam to gain her courage to speak. "Hey, Dean?"

"Yeah?" He asked warily.

"You know, if this doesn't, uh…" She sighed, and moved on quietly. "If this doesn't go the way we want, I want you to know-"

"No, no, no, no, no." Dean said, shaking his head.

"Dean, please, just let me say this!" Sam protested. "Please…"

Dean sighed, but otherwise nodded in consent.

"I love you, Dean. You are the greatest big brother a girl like me could ever have. Thank you for always being there for me, protecting me from the evils of the night… hell, even raising me… I love you, and if I ever say otherwise, I would never mean that. We've… we've always worked the best together, Dean. I just wish it could always be like this." By the end of her speech, tears were beginning to threaten to fall.

Only silence filled the car.

It wasn't often they said they loved each other. It was mostly through actions like hugging. Or, in extreme measures, standing in the way of a bullet.

"Dammit, Sammy." Dean said quietly. He held out his hand, keeping the other on the wheel, and Sam took it, gripping it tightly. "I love you all the same, Samantha. Even if I end up biting the dust, know that I will always be by your side. Even if I'm down in hell, I'm going to be thinking of you 24/7. It's going to be ok, no matter what happens."

Sam nodded, her smile wavering, and the hand she had been holding onto released itself. "Let's see what's on the radio."

It was a familiar Bon Jovi tune. Dean had never been a big fan of him, but surprisingly he didn't move to change the channel. Noticing Sam's look of confusion, he stated, "What? Bon Jovi rocks on occasion."

It was in the middle of the song. At first, Dean was bobbing his head to the music, then he decided he should sing. "Tommy's got his six string in hock, now he's holding in what he used to make it talk, so tough…. So tough…"

Sam stared at her brother disbelievingly. He gestured and wiggled his eyebrows as if that was going to make her join him. She only scoffed, as Dean continued, this time nudging her. "Gina dreams of running away. When she cries in the night, Tommy whispers baby it's okay, someday."

At last, Sam decided to join in softly. "We've got to hold on to what we've got, it doesn't make a difference if we make it or not…"

Dean nodded encouragingly. "That's a girl!"

Sam smiled. "We've got each other, and that's a lot for love, we'll give it a shot. Woah, we're halfway there, WoAH LIVIN ON A PRAYER…." She got really into the song. She hadn't noticed when Dean dropped out, giving her the occasional remorseful glance.

They were doing pretty good with the infiltration of Lilith's base home in Indiana. At least, until Ruben showed up demanding Dean hand over the knife, not knowing it was Sam who had the knife. She stood next to Dean protectively. "How the hell did you get out?" Dean asked.

Ruben smirked. "What you don't know about me could fill up a book."

"Whoa."

"What?"

Sam could just feel Dean's distaste for Ruben.

"Nothing. I couldn't see you before, but you're one ugly son of a bitch."

Ruben turned to Sam, fuming. "Samantha, give me the knife before you hurt yourself."

"It's Sam," She corrected. "and you'll get this when it's over."

"It's already over. I gave you a way to save Dean, you shot me down. Now it's too late. He's dead, and I'm not gonna let you die too."

At first Sam thought how charming that line was. But once he had mentioned Dean was dead, Sam responded with fire. "Try and stop me, and I'll kill you, bastard."

Ruben rolled his eyes. "Hit me with your best shot, babe."

Dean decided to break up the fight and point out more pressing issues. Turns out, the demons surrounding Lilith had finally noticed them. "So much for the element of surprise." Dean commented.

Sam panicked, and urged her brother. "Go, go. Run. Run!"

They ran for the gate and opened it, eventually heading for Lilith's house. Dozens of demons gathered in a mob fashion, chasing after them wildly.

Sam was the first to reach the house, but her hands were shaking too much as she tried to pick the lock.

Suddenly, the sprinklers turned on and they became a barrier. Sam was able to unlock the door then, and her and Ruben rush into the house. The first thing they saw inside was a dead body. "You think Lilith knows we're here?"

Ruben nodded. "Probably."

They moved around the house quietly, with Sam in the lead holding the knife as if it were a gun. Eventually, they find a man frightened out of his wits. Dean tried to console him, and they asked him a few questions.

They learned that Lilith switched bodies, then they directed the man to the basement after some convincing that had to be done.

Swiftly and quietly, they moved around the hallways into Lilith's bedroom, looking for any sign of her. She found a little girl sleeping against her mother's (at least she assumed it was her mother) chest.

Her mother looked frightened. "Do it!" She urged Sam.

The child must be Lilith.

For Dean. She thought, gripping tightly to the knife and raising her arms.

However, she couldn't bring herself to kill the child. It just wasn't how she was raised. Then she wondered… did demons even have to sleep?

The little girl stirred, and she opened her eyes. Her mother screamed, "HURRY!" But Sam couldn't do it. She couldn't… it wasn't how she was raised to be. She wasn't a coldblooded murderer. Saving people, that was what she did for the family business.

Much to her relief, Dean hurried into the room then as the child screamed. "Sam, it's not her anymore."

The three of them sighed, defeated, and began to leave the house, trying to discuss how Lilith could escape. "Ok, you win. What do I have to do?" Sam finally decided to ask Ruben.

Ruben blinked. "What do you mean?"

"To save Dean." Sam said exasperatedly. "What do you need me to do?"

She felt a grip on her shoulder. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Dean snapped, but she ignored him and shook him off.

"Ruben!"

Ruben just sighed. "You had your chance. You can't just flip a switch. We needed time."

Sam was becoming frantic. "Well, there's gotta be something. There's gotta be some way. Whatever it is, I'll do it." Tears were beginning to form in her eyes, she could feel it.

They couldn't have come all this way for nothing.

"Samantha."

"Don't, Dean!" She shouted, turning to him in defiance. "I'm not gonna let you go to hell, Dean!"

"Yes you are!"

Sam stared at him in betrayal. This was it, he had given up. She looked away, as tears were beginning to fall. No, she couldn't cry in front of Ruben. She must hold them back. "I'm sorry. I mean this is all my fault, I know that. But what you're doing, it's not gonna save me. It's only gonna kill you."

Sam paused, heartbroken. "Then… what am I supposed to do, Dean?"

"Keep fighting." Dean said, approaching her. She looked away. "Hey, look at me, please. Take care of my wheels. Samantha, remember what Dad taught you… okay?" When he spoke again, his voice wavered and he reached out for her. "Remember what I taught you."

"Dean, I-"

At that moment, the grandfather clock chimed.

Dean's end has come.

"I'm sorry, Dean. I wouldn't wish this upon my worst enemy." Ruben admitted.

Dean's face fell. "Hellhound."

"Where?" Sam asked.

"There." He pointed to an empty space.

Sure enough, they heard growling. Dean bolted from the room, with Sam and Ruben following right behind him. If he was going to go down, he's going to go down fighting.

Ruben turned to Sam when they entered another room. "Hand me the knife, maybe I can fight it."

Sam hesitated, still not trustworthy of Ruben.

"Wait!" Dean called. "Sammy, that isn't Ruben!"

With that, Sam was flung hard against the wall. Dean cried out, but in poor reflex she dropped the knife. Then, without touching Dean, Ruben smacked him and flung him onto the table, pinning him just like how he pinned Sam.

"How long have you been him?" Dean demanded.

Ruben's entire demeanor changed to that of a child. "Not long." She looked down to the vessel she was in. "The body could be better, but I kinda like it. Nice and strong."

"Where's Ruben?" Sam asked.

"He was a very bad man, so I sent him far, far away."

"You know, I should have seen it before, but you all look alike to me." Dean spat.

Lilith smiled, and turned, slowly approaching Sam. "Hello, Samantha. I've wanted to meet you for a very long time."

Against her will, Lilith grabs ahold of her chin to force her to face her. Lilith landed her lips to Sam's, and Dean cried out in protest.

When they released, Sam stared with wide eyes and red-beat cheeks. "Your lips are soft." Lilith commented.

Lilith was still in close, and still had her chin. Sam tried to move from it's grip, but it was still a fruitless effort to fight back. "Right, so you have me. Let my brother go."

Lilith leaned back, amused. "You silly goose. You wanna bargain, you have to have something I want. You don't."

"So, this is your plan? Drag me to hell, kill Sam, and then what? Become Queen Bitch?"

Lilith smirked to Dean. "I don't have to answer to puppy chow."

Dean was still pinned on the table as the hellhound burst into the room. Sam's breath hitched, as Lilith ordered, "Sic 'em, boys."

Sam realized she wasn't pinned anymore, but she couldn't find herself to move. She only watched as her big brother became torn apart by the invisible dogs. "No!" She screamed. "Stop!"

Dean was in pain, and Sam couldn't do anything. She couldn't save him, she was helpless. "STOP IT!" Maybe she should've taken note from the Trickster.

She continued to beg as the hellhounds lashed at Dean, long scars appearing on his back and chest. Tears brimmed in her eyes, and she began to weep. "NO!"

Lilith turned to Sam, smiling. "Yes."

Suddenly, white light filled the room, and Sam turned her head, ready for her demise as well. However, the light retracted, shocking Lilith. When Sam realized how frightened Lilith became, and how harmless that light had really been, she decided to use it against the demon. She stood, and approached her. Confident, but angry. Angry at her for messing with her brother, and angry for all the pain she had caused.

"Back."

If it was a Carrie-stare she wanted, a Carrie-stare she was going to get. Sam scoffed. Who was the one begging now?

"I said, back!" Lilith held out their hand, but Sam ignored its request and knelt down to get Ruben's blade.

"I don't think so." Sam spat, making a move to stab the damned thing in their chest. However, the demon disappeared in smoke before the metal could reach skin. Suddenly, Ruben collapsed on the floor next to Dean.

"Dean!" Sam whimpered, dropping the knife. She had lost, he was dead. Everyone was right, she could've never saved him at all.

Sam approached Dean, and fell to her knees beside him. This was for real, no Groundhog day this time. He was truly gone, all the way down in hell. She wasn't sure if she could make it without him.

She couldn't handle it.

Yet, she knew she had to be strong for him. She had to, Dean depended on it.

She picked up Dean's limp body, and held his head close, cradling it. The tears that had been building earlier were now falling onto Dean's bloodied face. "No… no, Dean…" She sobbed, her head hung over his, and hair draping around her face like a curtain. "Don't leave me Dean, please... n-not like this..."