Our Choice, Our Rules

by Elfpinkromance

An Alternate Universe of a Charmed/Supernatural Crossover - Not all of God's Drafts are thrown away. Some of them are aware of what Chuck is doing. This is one of them.

183. Chapter 183

"Help me! Please!"

"There's nowhere left to run little girl. Mommy and Daddy cannot help you."

"DADDY!"

"Sam? Sam!"

Sam woke up in a cold sweat. He looked over at his wife who was shaking him awake.

"Mel? Where's Mel!" Sam threw off his blankets. He had to make sure she was okay.

A few minutes later Piper was cradling his head in her hands.

"It never ends. That young girl, she's always calling for help. But every time I went near her, she got possessed by a demon." They were sitting outside of Melinda's room, neither wanted to wake her up.

"No demon will go near our family. Especially our daughter." Piper feared for Mel every day. She caresses his head. "We have every magical protection there is. Plus Phoebe said nothing will happen to her." Phoebe was the best psychic they knew.

"I know. I just need to keep her safe." Sam tried not to remember that girl's cries for help. "Let's go to bed, I have a class tomorrow."

"Sam, we don't need you to walk us to class." Both parents were walking Mel to her kindergarten class.

"I just need to make sure she's okay." Sam knew he had to get to his own class, but he had to make sure Mel was safe.

"She will be. See?" Piper waved to Dean and Jenna who were already dropping off Laura. "DJ, PJ, soon everyone will be in one place." Piper felt silly putting magical amulets all around the classrooms. "Besides you forgot who you're married to."

"I know. But you can't blame me." Sam knew his wife could easily kill demons with little ease, but he knew even the strongest warrior could fall eventually. "Just don't go looking for any trouble."

"I won't. Geeze!" Piper knelt to take off Mel's jacket. "Have a good day at school you hear? Remember Daddy and Uncle Dean are always close by."

"Okay, Mommy. Bye Daddy!" Mel hugs and kisses both her parents. She went to join Laura who was playing with some dolls.

Baby DJ was babbling in his baby harness, he was fascinated by everything.

"Don't rush growing up." It was Dean's turn to hold DJ. "Don't you have a class?" The bell was going to ring soon.

"I just need to make sure she's safe. Laura too." Sam and Piper would kill anyone who tried hurting the girls.

"They'll be fine." Jenna was worried herself what Sam said about his dreams, she had nightmares too. "Remember they have the world's best protection!" Jenna worked with Dean on hunts, but only to keep her skills sharp. She got rid of her Blackberry, she wanted nothing to do with Murphy.

"She's right." Piper and her sisters were split apart but found a way to communicate regularly. "She has a magical alarm on her at all times. Any demons try poking around, we'll hear it." Piper knew it was personal gain, but she didn't care.

"Yea." Hearing the bell ring, Sam kisses his wife goodbye. "I gotta go. Dean, maybe you should consider DJ for nursery school next year. See you!"

Sam fast walked to his classroom, making it just as the bell rang.

RING!

"Morning class."

"Morning Mr Winchester." Legally Sam shared his wife's name, hyphenating both names, but for simplicity's sake, used Winchester.

"Your book reports I'm sure you all got started on them?" Just as Sam was about to take roll call a knock interrupted them. "One minute." Seeing the school principal he hoped Mel was okay. "Terry, is everything okay?" Only then does Sam see a young girl holding a backpack standing behind him.

"Got another one for you." Mr Garcia hands him a folder. "She's a special one, but I'm sure she'll fit in."

Sam smiled at the shy girl who was looking down at the floor. She was carrying her books, a white tassel was hanging out from one of them.

"Hi, Zoe. I'm Sam." He always introduced his first name to new students. "But when I'm teaching call me Mr Winchester. Come in, I'll introduce you to the class." He wondered why he was given a folder. "Thanks, Terry." Once Sam led her inside, he introduced Zoe to the class. "Everyone, this is Zoe. Say hi."

"Hi, Zoe."

Zoe shuffled her feet, never looking up. Sam seeing her trembling sympathized, he was her several years ago.

"Just grab a seat by Taylor, and we'll fill you in on what we're doing this week."

Zoe shuffles awkwardly, pretending not to notice the stares and whispers.

Sam trying not to make Zoe's day harder asks if everyone started their book reports.

Zoe sighed. Taylor, the brunette sitting beside her waves at her. Zoe didn't want to talk to anyone, but she had her orders to play nice. She looked over.

"Psst. Hey."

Zoe looked down at her desk, wishing she never moved here.

"Psst!"

Zoe reluctantly looks over.

"Come join us for lunch, we usually sit by the exits." Taylor whispered.

Zoe was planning on going home for lunch, but seeing Taylor's friendly face changed her mind.

"Sure." Maybe moving here won't be so bad after all.

In a different classroom, a boy was staring blankly at some hammers. Just as he is about to grab one for his project, a meaty hand grabs his shoulder.

"Hey, geek! My homework, where is it?"

"My homework?" The boy stares at him blankly.

"No mine!" He squeezes his shoulder harder making his victim grimace in pain. "Where is it?"

'Is this what you deserve? Make him pay.'

"You better have it, or you will not be able to use your hands anymore." The bully threatened.

'You sure want the rest of your life like this?'

"C'mon geek!"

The boy grabs a hammer from the wall and bashes the bully's head in. Before he passed out he saw a man smirking at him before he faded away, screams echoing in the classroom.

"A case? You really think there is a case." Dean was skeptical, when he arrived with the paramedics to check out the victim's body, he went to talk to Sam who believed this wasn't a normal murder.

"It does seem far-fetched. Logan was a known bully, he went out of his way to torment the smart kids, especially Alex." At the moment Alex was taken away to the local police station. "But it was what Alex said when he woke up. Make him pay, he deserves it."

"Could be a sign of schizophrenia." Dean had to learn about mental disorders while training as a first responder.

"Yeah, but in our line of work, is it that easy?" Sam and Dean wished things were that simple.

"Sulfur? Vengeful spirit?" They knew about possession.

"I'm not sure. Bobby is with the girls." Sam and Dean registered Bobby as the girl's guardian in case of emergency. "Piper and Jenna, they are looking into things." Piper went to interview Alex at the station but told Jenna to look into the school's history for anything unusual.

"I'll look for sulphur."

"Okay." As much as Sam wanted to join Dean on a job, he had to take care of the students, many were crying from shock and fear. When he looked up he saw Zoe looking sick. "Excuse me." He walked up to Zoe. "Zoe, you should be in class." Classes weren't cancelled despite the murder, the school was trying to prevent mass panic. "Get started on your book report."

"Sure." She looked at the spot where Logan was killed. "Bye."

Sam had to get everyone out of there so Dean could do his work.

"All of you, go see the guidance counsellors. They'll be in all day." Sam shooed everyone out. "Tell me what you find out." Once the kids were gone.

"You got it, Sammy." Dean was checking out the room with his EMF reader, seeing if there was anything unusual.

Zoe didn't return to class, instead, she sneaked into the girl's washrooms.

'Some kid's head was bashed in. Want me to check it out?'

'Your orders were to observe. Just keep an eye on things.'

'Yes sir.'

Zoe puts away the phone and washes her hands, pretending she is just another student. She goes back to class, she was on a job.

Piper was interviewing the young boy at the police station, she was posing as a child psychiatrist.

"How long has been bullying you?" Piper had to send Alex's parents out of the room, she told them as well as the police Alex needed professional help.

"Since forever." Alex teared up. "I didn't mean it. It was like I lost control!" He starts crying.

"Lost control? Like how." Piper wondered if there was a case, she knew bullied kids snapped on occasion.

"I don't know! All I remembered was coming to school, then the next thing I knew I was here! I killed Logan! And I don't know why!" He starts sobbing. "I admit, I hated him, he picked on me every day, but I would never do this! Not willingly!" He cried harder.

"Alex!" Piper looked up to see Alex's father storming in. "Not another word." He and his wife hold their son. "What kind of doctor are you?"

"Alex." Piper had one more question. "Did you smell sulphur, or seen anything unusual?"

Alex shook his head.

"I see." She stood up from her seat. "I'm going to look into this. Mr and Mrs Sawyer. Alex, take care."

"Make him pay."

"Excuse me?" Piper turned around.

"Alex. Enough!" Mr Sawyer ordered.

"I didn't deserve it." Alex looked up with a blank face. "I didn't want the rest of my life like this."

Sam was eating lunch with Mel in the nursery class when his phone rang.

"What did you find out?" Sam knew Piper went to see that kid.

"It doesn't look like anything. The real doctor showed up once Alex shut himself down."

"At least it isn't a shooting." Sam kept a close eye on things, just in case. "Did he say anything else?"

"Make him pay, he deserves it."

"We'll wait for Jenna first, until then Mel is never getting out of my sight." Sam kept an eye on Laura as well, but he knew how vulnerable young witches were. Mel, every demon would want her.

Zoe felt self-conscious walking in the unfamiliar school. She had always been homeschooled, but since her parents were away at work and were unable to take care of her, she was sent here to live with distant relatives.

"You heard about Logan?"

"Alex was always a geek, but a hammer? Never knew he had it in him."

Zoe pretended not to listen, she was told to fit in as much as possible. She grabbed a milk, listening closely to the student's conversations.

"I heard a girl drowned in a toilet years ago, a fat girl did her in. Guess history is repeating itself."

Once Zoe paid for her lunch, she went to sit at a table.

"Zoe!" Taylor was waving from the middle of the room. "Over here!"

Zoe smiled. Her first day, and already made a friend. She walks over.

"About time!" Taylor smiled as she moved over. "Everyone this is Zoe."

"Hi." The group says

Zoe smiles politely, trying not to show her fear. These kids, Zoe already knew they were the popular kids.

"Hi." She opens her milk, trying to figure out what to say. Luckily she didn't have to.

"Logan, damn." A boy named Jerry shakes his head. "I knew he was an asshole, but here? Guess Alex finally snapped."

"He wasn't the first accident, there was that cheerleader, heard it happened when our parents were students here." Another chimed in.

Zoe sipped her milk, listening to the gossip. She looked around, seeing if Mr Winchester was around.

"Mr Winchester, what's he like?" Zoe tried not to show embarrassment when everyone turned around.

"He's okay, started last year, he's cool." A jock says eating his lunch.

"Kinda tough, but fair."

Zoe was half listening, she was looking across to see Sam Winchester walking in the cafeteria. She took out her phone and discreetly took a picture.

"He's married." Taylor smirked.

Zoe blushed when everyone giggled.

"Just wanted to make a scrapbook. Taylor, smile." Zoe took a few shots of the group, making sure every angle had Sam's picture in every one.

'Nothing. No sulphur, no signs of ghost possession, maybe the kid's just crazy.'

'Maybe. Bobby is picking up the girls, he said he'll stay with Jenna all day.'

'Okay. I'm on duty at the firehouse, DJ's college will cost a fortune.'

'I'll keep an eye on things.'

Once Sam put away his cell, he joined the other teacher who was on lunch duty.

"How's things holding up." Sam was kinda glad the school was in session, even with death, things had to look normal to prevent mass panic.

"It's so sad." The lunch monitor sighed. "We had our share of bullying, but this?"

"Just try to keep calm, the students may want to talk." Mel and Laura were already gone, they only had morning classes. Seeing a student taking pictures of her friends, Sam was glad the new student was already fitting in.

'Help! I can't run anymore!' The young girl had tears streaming down her face. 'He's coming to catch me!' Behind her, a man with yellow eyes was right behind her.

Sam woke up with a cold sweat.

'Not again.'

A few minutes later was sitting on Melinda's bed watching her sleep.

"I will never let him get his hands on you." Sam silently tucks her in. "Night." He made sure to check her protection charms, luckily Mel didn't move them around too much.

Sam finishes washing his face. Just as he was about to dry it, he jumped when that same girl appeared in the mirror.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Sam asked the mirage.

The girl stared sadly at Sam before disappearing.

"Dammit."

"A girl in the mirror?" Piper was perplexed. "Why you? I mean I know you were psychic before, but you said it was years since you had your visions." Piper knew about Sam's powers back in the day. She finished cooking the eggs, Melinda was waiting for her food.

"I know, but she acted like she knew me. Azazel killed all the Special Kids. This girl, he may be collecting for his army again." Sam remembered the time he was kidnapped and sent to that place where he was forced to fight for his life. He gave Mel her juice before pouring himself a coffee.

"With you gone to play the hero, he'll go after Mel." Piper shook her head. "Dammit." So much for a normal life. "I can make arrangements for her for Magic School." She pours the eggs on three plates and places them on the kitchen table.

Sam takes her hand, he knows Piper wanted Mel to live her life like a regular kid.

"It's for her own good. I can talk to Dean, and see if they'll enroll Laura and DJ as well." Sam knew Dean and Jenna wouldn't be too happy. Like Piper, they tried hard to raise their kids as normal as possible. He watches Mel as she eats her eggs.

"Sometimes I wish Grams and Mom were here." Piper needed advice.

"Dad, he would have told me, Sam, it's time for you to teach the kids the Family Business. Melinda, as a witch can make our jobs easier." John would insist that his grandchildren started their training as soon as they started walking.

"Over my dead body." Piper smiled at their daughter who was happily eating. "But we can train her to defend herself, at least till she gets back." Piper hated the thought of leaving her again.

"Unless we both got jobs at the school." Sam had his teaching license and knew the Halliwells would be welcomed. "She doesn't have to live there full time. We can come home for dinner every night."

"Maybe you're right." Piper sighed. She wanted Mel to grow up normally, like Piper and her sisters. "I can call the school, and let them know Mel won't be back." She gets up to use the phone.

Sam watches Mel for a few seconds, the poor girl is getting uprooted again.

"Honey, you're not going to school today." Mel looked surprised.

"Why?"

"We're going on a trip today. Just you and me." Piper needed to call her sisters, keep them on a loop.

"I'll help with the dishes, but I have to go." Sam hurriedly swallows his coffee. "Have fun with mommy." Sam kisses his daughter on the cheek.

"Bye." Piper kissed her husband before he left for work. "Go make your bed, I have to wash the dishes first." Piper was glad she had a day off today. Once Mel left, Piper texted her sisters for a three-way call.

Zoe walks into her class just behind Mr Winchester.

"You're late."

"So are you. Ahem. I mean, sorry sir." Zoe says awkwardly. She rushes to her seat. Seeing Taylor's seat empty, she wondered if she was late as well.

"I hope you got started on those reports!"

Outside of the hallway, a teenage girl watches Sam Winchester teaching the class. Seeing he was occupied, she headed towards the kindergarten classrooms to see Melinda.

"Dammit." Guess their plans got changed. She saw Laura Winchester playing with her friends, but she wasn't interested in the girl. She goes into hiding, she has to get Sam alone.

Sam watches the class as they do their reports. He wondered where Taylor was, she was absent today. Seeing those kids writing, he remembered being their age writing reports for his own class.

'Sam.'

'Nope.' Sam silently shakes his head. Azazel fooled him once, he wasn't dumb enough to fall for his tricks again.

'You're going to let an innocent girl die? What if she's a witch.'

'Not listening.' Sam picked up his silver pen and immediately felt a itch.

'Hiroshima.'

'That was years ago.' What happened in New York, Sam didn't want to remember.

'You ran away from your responsibilities.'

'They were already dead.' That virus turned everyone into zombies, Sam had no choice but to nuke that subway.

'Did you? When you were found, you were unconscious. Your visions, did any of that happen?'

"Enough!" Sam looked up to see everyone looking curiously at him. He realized he spoke out loud. "There will be a quiz tomorrow." The class groaned. "I suggest you study."

Sam forced the voice out of his head. He looked up to see Zoe staring right at him. When she saw Sam staring back, she immediately blushed and turned back to her paper.

'Dumbass.' Zoe felt like kicking herself. She couldn't tip Sam off, not yet anyway. She pretended to check the clock over Sam's head, luckily Sam was playing with his phone. She only had so much time to do her case. Once the bell rang, she jumped out of her seat.

"Don't forget about the quiz, and before you go, your book reports need to be done by this weekend!" Sam wondered if he was going crazy. He needed to see Alex, make sure he wasn't another illusion.

The teen watched as Sam took out his phone. Sam was asking about Alex, pretending he was a relative of Logan, the kid Alex murdered. She waited till Sam hung up before walking into the classroom.

''Taylor!" Sam looked surprised to see her. "Did you sleep in?"

"Dentist appointment. My mom, guess she forgot to call the school." She walked towards Sam's desk.

"That's okay. Since you're here, there's a quiz tomorrow. Plus book reports are due this weekend."

"Okay." Taylor walks closer to Sam.

"Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Actually yes." Taylor gives him a cold smile. "Your Daddy screwed me out of my retirement. I could have had it all, till it all went to hell. Luckily I stuck around."

Sam stared confusingly at Taylor.

"Are you rehearsing for a play?"

"You grew up. Shame your father wouldn't give you your legacy." Taylor smiled at Sam's expression.

"You won't get your hands on her." Sam will never let anyone have Mel. He rarely carried a weapon, until his nightmares started. "Who are you?"

"Taylor" smiled.

"We only met once. Azazel wanted you but didn't know where to look. Your daddy, he moved a lot. So he sent me to find you. Took me a while but when we found you in New York we contacted someone, or should I say he contacted us." The ghost smirked at Sam's expression.

"John Dee." Sam blinked. "But how?" The last time Sam saw Dee was when he was barely eighteen in New York.

"Did I travel? Good question. As a hunter you know ghosts are limited on where they haunt, but there are exceptions." John Dee knew Sam wouldn't try anything, not in a school full of children. "When your Pa killed me, he didn't bother cleaning up. He was more concerned about hunters blaming you for my death." John Dee was the Bobby Singer of the New York area. "Luckily one of my students found my body and gave me a proper burial. Because of him, I was able to avoid Hell." Dee smiled. "Your daughter, she'll be strong enough to hold me."

"Go to hell." Sam growled. Just as he grabbed Dee/Taylor's shirt, a group of students walked in.

"Mr Winchester?" Sam looked up to see everyone gawking at him. Dee, using Taylor's body starts tearing up.

"I said NO!" She rips herself out of Sam's grip. She ran out sobbing.

Sam stood frozen. Everyone was either staring at him in shock or giving him dirty looks.

"Go to your seats." Sam knew he was fucked. A few minutes later he saw the principal of the school as well as the security guard knocking on the door.

"John Dee?" Dean was surprised. "That's impossible." Dean remembered their father John putting a bullet in his head. "Even if he wasn't burned, ghosts can't travel." Dean picked up Sam from the Impala once Sam was escorted out of the school.

"Unless he had help." Sam wasn't fired but was on immediate suspension. "I was going to quit anyways, Piper and I applied for Magic School to keep Mel safe."

"What about that Taylor chick?" Dean hated having innocents caught in the crossfire. "Even if she doesn't remember anything, the accusations against you." Sam filled Dean in on what happened. Dean peeled out of the school's parking lot in a hurry, ignoring the school zone speeding limit.

"I'll figure it out later." His memories of New York were blurry. What happened that night, Sam couldn't figure it out. Both John and Dean refused to say a word. "Where is Laura?" Mel was with her mom.

"Home. We have to find Dee's bones before he causes any more trouble." Dean was hoping to have time off.

"I'll tell Piper. Jen will have to go to Magic School, just until our case is done."

"Fine." Dean hurried home, he had to pack. When they pulled up, they were surprised to see Bobby standing outside with his duffle bag.

"Looks like we have a date to the prom." Sam waved to Bobby.

"Idgits." Bobby says to them as he climbs in. "Your wife filled me in."

"Piper told you?" Sam texted her while waiting for Dean. Piper immediately was upset, she said she got a call from Child Protective Services about the accusations against Sam. She had to call Paige and Phoebe for advice.

"Jenna actually." Bobby saw Dean's surprised face. "She's a lot more resourceful than you think, that day that kid had his head bashed in, she made some calls. John Dee had a granddaughter. Sam, did a new student just transfer?"

"Dammit." Sam should have known to never let his guard down. "How?"

"Beats me. Dean, we have to find this kid."

"On it." Dean called his cell. "Hey Babe. Sis is coming to pick you up with the girls. Just for a few days. If you need to go to your parents, we'll drop you off at the airport. Uh-huh. Yeah."

Sam tuned Dean out. Zoe, what did she want?

In an apartment somewhere, Zoe was hurriedly packing her bag. She had to leave town before the hunters caught up to her. Just when she picked up her bag, she jumped when her apartment door blew open.

"Leaving so soon?" Piper scrolls in looking pissed.

A few minutes later Zoe was sobbing on the couch. She heard of the Charmed Ones but didn't know Piper Halliwell was married to Sam.

"I don't give a shit about your age. I'm a mom and will do anything to protect my family. Talk."

"I...I...was under orders." Zoe chocked. "I was sent here to keep tabs on Sam Winchester."

"John Dee?" Mel was already gone with Laura, Paige took them to Magic School.

"I never met him, my dad, he worked for him." Zoe wanted to run, not just from The Winchesters, but from everyone she left behind in New York. "My orders were to watch over Sam. I swear." Her eyes widened before Piper froze her.

"I can't bring Phoebe here to read your mind. However, I know how to make you talk." They both disappear, but not before Piper sends Sam a message that she is taking care of things with Zoe.

"It's a long drive to New York. Sam, what did Sis say?" All three were packed and were on the road.

"She took her to Magic School of all places." Sam knew Zoe would be forced to speak, that school had a detention room that looked like a dungeon. "John Dee, he was long gone by the time Piper came back. Taylor, she swears she doesn't remember anything." Even if Taylor retracted her words, Sam knew he wasn't getting his job back. "I just wished I knew how he got here."

"Was she carrying something personal of Dee's?" Bobby heard of John Dee, supposedly he was a legendary hunter, his name whispered around most hunter circles. Older than Bobby when he died, even Bobby was awed by his work.

"Zoe came in carrying books, it was her first day." Wasn't unusual, she was a student.

"Think harder." Dean grunted.

Sam closed his eyes, trying to remember what Zoe was carrying.

"A tassel. I remember a white tassel."

"Dee had a red bible. The night he died, I remember a tassel falling out of it." Dean remembered John loading a shotgun shell into Dee's skull. "Dammit." Both Dean and John were in a hurry to take Sam away that night, what happened back then, John made Dean swear to never say a word.

"We'll stop off the next state over for some rest. Sam, Dean, be careful. Hunters never forget about the past." Even if hunters go bad, Bobby knows how well-respected Dee was back then.

'Help! He's about to catch me!'

'Just hold on! I'm almost there!' Sam's legs felt like molasses. 'Just hold on!'

NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK

"The Big Apple. Been awhile." They'd been to New York a few times over the years, but only in passing. "Bobby, anything we should watch out for?"

"You guys heard of Cox?"

"Yep." Sam and Dean met him years ago.

"He's retired now but still watches the city like a hawk. Sam, Dean, don't try to draw attention to yourselves. That means no hunting."

"Okay."

"Sounds good to me." Dean yawned as they drove over Brooklyn Bridge. All three were carrying cash, Bobby advised them to leave no paper trails. "Anything else?"

"Find somewhere cheap." Bobby looked over at Lady Liberty, standing proud.

"The Bronx it is." Dean hoped his beloved Impala wouldn't be stolen. "Sammy, mind using your magic to protect her?"

"Sure Dean." Sam says absently, too busy thinking about that young girl.

"Sam got dinner." Bobby came in carrying burgers. They were staying in a cheap motel, hopefully, hidden from Cox and his men.

"No thanks." Sam was busy typing on his laptop. He was looking over John Dee's obituary.

'Jonathan Dee, aged 79 died peacefully in his sleep. A deeply faithful man, he always carried a diary everywhere he went. He is missed by his family and friends, and per his request, no services will be held. However, in lieu of flowers, he would like all donations to be donated to their favorite charities.'

John Dee's death, his followers must've covered it up. Sam closed the laptop smelling those burgers.

"Bobby, where's Dean?"

"Dean went out to see the sights." Bobby takes a bite out of his burger.

"At two am?"

"He swears he isn't hunting."

"Or meeting a girl." Dean must've run into his old fling. Sam gets up to put on his coat.

"Careful out there Sam." Cox's lieutenants were spread out all over the city.

"I'll be careful. We'll let you know when we're coming back." Sam puts on his coat. "Piper calls, tell her we're on a case."

"Alright. Idgits." As the door closed.

Sam kept his head down walking through the streets. He purposely left his wallet in his jeans, who he was looking for, she'd find him soon enough. Didn't take long, New York had eyes.

"Sorry." A girl apologized bumping into Sam.

Sam wasn't dumb, he felt her hand reaching into his jeans.

"I'll meet you at Danny's, my treat." Sam whispered.

"Sure thing Lancelot." Kate mumbled as she hurried off.

An hour later Sam was sipping his coffee. Hearing a bell jingling, he nodded at his old buddy Kate.

"Sir Lancelot. It's been years." She holds her arms out as Sam hugs her.

"How's things Kate." Kate's red hair was gone, her head was completely bald now.

"Can't complain. Here. Only borrowed a couple of bucks. My family needs supplies."

"How's your dad." The last time saw saw Kate, Kate's father was stricken by a rare disease that wasn't written in any history books. When they first met, Sam saved her from getting beaten by the guy Kate stole his wallet from by tripping him. He puts his wallet back in his jeans. "More coffee. Want anything?" He asks Kate just as the waitress walks up to their table.

"Something sweet."

"We'll have lemon meringue."

"Two forks." Once the waitress walks away, Kate asks why Sam is back in town.

"I've seen you around a few times. Sam, why risk coming here? There's a lot of people wanting revenge." Kate wasn't a hunter but kept an ear out for supernatural stuff.

"Long story. But not here." Cox had spies everywhere.

"We'll get that pie to go. My place is close by." Kate pulls out a few bills. "Let's go."

"Wow." New York's underground city was way different than when Sam remembered it. "It's a Metropolis!" The once rundown village was now a bustling city. People and monsters from all over were walking everywhere.

"You see the economy? A lot of good people lost their homes. Luckily this place is like the old NYC." Kate's dad went out of his way to make sure every citizen had a place to live. "Unlike Cox and his cronies, we don't turn away no one." Kate and Sam move aside to let a werewolf walk by. "If you're worried about exposure, my dad got everything under control. Just have to pay our taxes." Cox wasn't the only protector out there "My place, it's down the road."

Sam looked around at the train car. Kate's tastes hadn't changed, she was still into the bohemian look.

"It's decaf, hope you don't mind." Kate hands Sam a steaming cup.

"Thanks." Sam grimaced at the bitter taste. "You're probably wondering why I'm here."

"With your brother and mentor? Cox already knows." Kate takes a small sip. "Don't worry bout him, his daughter Mirabelle is more lenient."

"Wonder how Dean feels." Dean and Mirabelle's fling was brief, it ended when she drugged Dean to keep him away from John and Sam. "The reason I'm here, is well..." Sam's voice trailed off.

Kate was surprised. She heard Sam became a witch, got married and had a kid, but teaching at a school?

"No offence, but you and your brother..." Kate followed the Winchesters' shenanigans thanks to the local gossip and online news.

"Long story." Sam sighed. He felt terrible ruining Piper's dream, she wanted nothing more than a quiet life.

"You didn't come here willingly, so might as well spill." Kate sips her coffee waiting patiently for Sam's response.

"You heard of John Dee?"

"Who hasn't?" Dee's name was whispered among many circles, not just hunters. "Heard he died in his sleep." Kate knew he didn't, her father said he made a Deal with a devil which cost him his life.

"He's back." For the next hour, Sam told Kate about what happened the last time he was in the city, how he woke up with John Dee bragging how Sam was his meal ticket, then waking up with no idea what happened.

"Doesn't surprise me." There was a reason hunters died young, those that lived long enough, people got jaded about life. "Heard he was into shady shit even before he went dark side." Kate picks up her and Sam's cups. "So what happened next?" As she went to wash her dishes.

"There was a new girl that was transferred to my class, her name was Zoe."

"Zoe...Her last name wouldn't be Cox wouldn't it?" Kate wasn't sure if Mirabelle had kids, she lived and breathed the Life.

"Maybe. I didn't pay attention." Sam yawned. Zoe was only in his class for less than a week.

"My place is pretty small, but there's a sleeping bag in the closet. Tell me more about this Zoe kid in the morning." Kate says as she puts her dishes away. "Your brother, tell him to be careful around Mirabelle. Night."

"Goodnight." Once Sam got settled in his sleeping bag, he sent both Dean and Piper texts about where he was.

'This Kate girl, she can be trusted?'

'You know you're the only one.' Sam smiled. Piper was always the jealous type. 'Dean, Bobby and I should be home in a few days. How's Zoe?' Sam knew he had to fix that mess about Taylor, but he had bigger issues right now.

'She won't talk. Can't blame her, her family sounds more messed up than yours.' Piper never cared about The Campbells' or John based on Sam's stories.

'Don't push her, she'll talk when she's ready.' Sam knew firsthand how he grew up hunting 'How is Mel?'

They texted till Piper said she was going back to sleep.

'Mel and I have a meeting with the kindergarten class, so I need to head to bed. Night!'

'Goodnight.' Just as Sam was about to text Dean, Bobby texted Sam.

'Sam, your brother hasn't come home yet.'

'Probably went to the local clubs.' Last time they were in New York, Dean went to all the hot clubs.

'Maybe. Sam, be careful. Especially now. I know you're older, but still vulnerable.' Bobby worried about his pseudo-sons every day.

'I will. Night Bobby.'

'Night.'

Sam put down his phone and tried to sleep. Thinking about Kate, he falls asleep thinking about his past adventures in NYC.

---

"You tell Dad yet?" A younger Dean was sitting by the door, it was his turn to night watch. At the moment he was cleaning his shotgun.

"Not yet." Sam was staring at his letter. Stanford just sent him his acceptance letter.

'Stanford Admissions

Sam Winchester, we are pleased to offer you admission to the Class of 2005.'

The envelope was thick, it had the Stanford Letter of Admissions, a university booklet, as well as information about Financial Aid.

"You better tell him soon." Dean knew that John was counting on Sam to join the Family Business.

Knock Knock.

"Housekeeping."

"At two am?" Sam puts down his letter. Taking out his gun, he joins Dean on the other side of the door.

"Ready Sam?" Dean puts one finger on his lips. "One two.." Dean throws open the door, aiming the shotgun in front of the knocker's face.

"I assume you're Dean." A middle-aged man was staring bemusedly at Dean. "And you must be Baby Sammy." Cox heard the stories from John.

"It's Sam." Sam held his gun out. "Dad isn't here, but he's on his way back at any moment." Sam was eighteen now. He just celebrated his birthday a few days ago.

Cox held up his hands.

"I'm clean, but feel free to do your tests." He nodded at his cronies to stand down. "My soldiers, they're clean, but do what you have to do."

An hour later they were at a random diner eating a late-night meal.

"Sorry about coming so late. Your Pa was supposed to give you boys a heads up." Cox wasn't hungry, he was drinking his second cup of coffee.

"St. Louis. Dad told me about that case." Dean wasn't there, he was busy keeping an eye on an eleven-year-old Sam.

"It was a doozy." Cox gulped down his coffee. "Dee, he's a slippery bastard." '93, Cox was forced to leave everything behind. "But things happen for a reason. New York, it attracts evil from all over." While he bragged about protecting the city from all evil, Sam was smirking at Dean who was flirting quietly with Cox's daughter Mirabelle who seemed to enjoying his lame lines. "John, should I get him a doggy bag?" They left John a note, but he didn't show up.

"He'll be fine." Sam swallows the last bite of food. God, it's been weeks since he got a hot meal. "Thanks for the supper." He burped. "Sorry." He blushed when Cox laughed.

"You need to keep up your strength boy!" Cox takes out a wad of bills. "Here." He throws down a fifty. "Give this to your old man. Man needs to eat."

"I'll make sure Dad gets it." Dean puts the money in his jeans. "So what are we hunting." He smiled slyly at Mirabelle, he was in a dry spell for the last few weeks and was anxious to get laid. Luckily Mirabelle seemed to reciprocate his advances, she whispered she had her own place close by.

"We tracked it down at this address. Dad and I will show you the way." Mirabelle smiles back at Dean, her hand rubbing his knee.

Later that night, they were outside a run-down building.

"It's called a Naga. It's some kind of scavenger. Dee must've been dabbling in magic." Cox, his right-hand man, and Mirabelle were with Sam, while John, Dean and another hunter were on the other side.

"Why would Dee use magic to steal? Anyone could be hired for a few bucks." Sam and Dean were forced to steal and burglarize to survive growing up.

"Your Daddy will take any leads, Dee, John believes he knows what demon killed your mother." Anything unusual, John always chased it no matter how small.

Sam snorted. He never knew Mary Winchester but always hated her. He rubbed his cheek from Dean backhanding him earlier about Sam saying their mom was nothing but a cold corpse in the ground.

"My mom, she died when I was a kid. So I understand." Mirabelle sympathized with Sam's pain.

"Demon?"

"B and E." A simple robbery, but it cost Mirabelle her mom's life. "I was only two." She didn't remember Janet that much, but remembered finding her bloodied body. Her father took Mirabelle out of that house that night and never returned, leaving her with Cox before he died a short time later.

"Sorry about that." Sam cocked his gun.

"The anger keeps me alive. I pretend every monster is him." The guy died in prison, she always believed her father had a hand in it.

"Quiet."

"Sorry, Sir." Mirabelle and Sam clamp their lips shut.

"This thing isn't dangerous but will shoot deadly venom on your faces if threatened. Sam, Mirabelle, Kevin and I will go first. Dee, he'll want to leave no stone unturned."

"Your Dad and Dean will have the first floor, we'll take the second, and the General will take third."

"General?"

"That's what he calls himself." Mirabelle whispered.

"On three. One two..." Cox charges in. "Go fast, this thing moves like lightning." All five run in.

"Move it!" Mirabelle wasn't a lieutenant for nothing. "Sam!"

"Right behind you." Sam heard Dean shouting from down the hall. "I see it!" It was just a shadow, but Sam saw a tail. "The window!"

"We got it!" Dean called.

"C'mon. While they're hunting that thing, we'll see what Dee was looking for." Mirabelle heard her father's footsteps upstairs. "You know magic?"

"Barely." Sam knew about magic but didn't bother studying it. His schoolwork was more important.

"That thing that killed your mom, I'm sure we'll come across something." She looked around for anything moving. ''Clear. Sam, take those books, and I'll check the files."

"Got it." The hunter that was with them was watching the door and window. Sam took out his flashlight and started pawing through the books.

While Sam and Mirabelle were looking through the books and files, they heard a gunshot with shouting.

"Guess the General couldn't wait." Mirabelle wasn't surprised. His motto was to shoot first, then clean up afterwards.

"Dad won't be happy." He thought he heard John shouting at Cox. "I didn't find anything."

"Me neither. Another dead end. Let's go. Morning will be here soon."

"Can't believe you're still mad at Dad. It's just a hot dog." Dean gave Sam a few bucks to buy another one since John stole his.

"It's not about the hot dog, it's the disrespect." Sam heard his stomach growling. "He never listens! All I asked was a few days off. I can't hunt forever." He thought about his admission to Stanford. "I only have a few days left to send those papers." He touched the hole where John nicked him with his gun. "What if he never finds Mom's killer? I'm not hunting as an old man." Sam wanted out.

"Really. Us normal?" Dean admitted he was curious about a normal life himself. Cassie, his ex called Dean a liar. "Is it about your graduation?"

"You went to yours. Two days. That's all I wanted." Sam was still miffed about it.

Dean sighed. He knew how hard Sam worked through high school. Even on the road, Sam studied his ass off.

"We'll make it up to you."

"How?"

Before Dean could answer, his cell rang.

"It's Dad."

"You take this case, I'm going for a walk." Sam left before John gave them their usual orders.

"How much is a ticket to California?" Sam was at the bus station, he wanted nothing more than to get away from everything.

"If you're heading to LA, it'll be $178.78. If you're going to San Francisco it's $157.68 one way." California was vast but those were the most popular cities.

Sam pulls out his wallet. He had exactly three bucks.

"Thanks anyways."

"Cheer up kid. Have a good evening."

"Night." Dejectedly Sam walks out of the terminal. "Really?" A sudden downpour ensued. "Better this than going back to that dump." Sam had three bucks, McDonald's had a dollar menu. Just as he was heading in that direction he heard shouting.

"Hey! Stop her! That bitch has my wallet!" A soaked businessman was chasing a young woman in a yellow hoodie. "Hey!" He saw Sam walking in the rain and ran by him. "Oof!" He fell hard on the ground when he tripped. "You're in deep shit..." Huh? Where did that guy go? He was looking around, the street was empty.

Sam was happy to get out of the rain, the girl in the hoodie led them to a hidden subway entrance.

"Thanks." The girl Sam saved pulls out a few bucks. "Your half." She was holding to a few twenties, the poor bastard must've hit the ATM before he was robbed.

"No thanks." Sam knew how hard it was to survive, but he was feeling guilty about that guy. He already felt bad about pickpocketing an old man earlier to buy food.

"Suit yourself." The girl puts the money back inside the wallet before tucking it inside her hoodie. "I'm Kate. And you are?"

"Sam." They were in one of New York's subways, Sam was wondering where Kate was leading him, a few subway cars had already left.

"Who are you, Sir Lancelot? A knight? Are ye going to ride on your shiny steed?" She was grateful, that guy would have caught her for sure. She took a peek, the guy was very tall, almost like a guy riding proudly on a horse.

"Nah. Just Sam." Sam grunted. Hearing his stomach growling, Sam made an excuse to leave. He was determined to stay away from John and Dean for tonight, even if it meant sleeping on a bench somewhere to have his freedom. "It was nice meeting you." Kate was cute, she had reddish-blonde hair with a face full of freckles, however, Sam wasn't interested.

"You need a place to stay?" Kate knew a runaway when she saw one.

"Well..." He sneezed. "Achoo!"

"Come with me. You need some rest."

"Wow. You live here?" This place was amazing. People from all over were walking around, the abandoned train cars and tents were full of people. They just finished walking out from the train tracks and down a hidden sewage line.

"All my life." She touched Sam's shoulder. "Not everyone is human." She saw Sam tense seeing a shifter. "There are good people everywhere, even monsters. Here, everyone works to keep this place running." They walk past a mother holding a crying baby.

"Are you a hunter?" Sam should have guessed. Kate took him through a secret entrance, saying there was an underground village underneath the city.

Kate shook her head.

"Just an ordinary girl. New York, we get visitors from all over." Kate grew up seeing everything. "The city is a port after all."

"Why are monsters living here?" Sam was tempted to put a bullet in that shapeshifter's head, he was looking suspiciously in their direction.

"Why do people from other countries come to America? Why are there mixed races walking around? As a hunter, you sure sound ignorant." Sam and Kate had a good talk walking here, Sam needed to get things off his chest. "If you're one of Cox's men, I have full authority to detain you." This place had rules, that its citizens needed to stay safe.

"Sorry." Sam's training was deeply ingrained. "I only worked with Cox once."

Kate nodded.

"I don't mind hunters, we have a few living here. That shapeshifter, is one of them." She nodded at the guy who nodded back. "He's cool, he protects the town from the extremists. Some go after the forgotten." The poor, homeless, illegals, Kate knew the police wouldn't do anything, here they turned a blind eye, just as long as they stayed out of the upperside. Hearing a scream, Kate and Sam go running towards the noise. "Dad. Sam, come with me." Kate runs forward with Sam following behind.

Sam saw a middle-aged man screaming in pain. His eyes were red, while his body was covered in a mysterious rash. He wasn't alone, he was surrounded by people.

"How is he?" Kate runs up to her father. "Daddy, I'm back. I brought help." She hoped Sam's background knowledge as a hunter saved her dad from his disease.

"Still the same." The guy Sam had to assume was a doctor was looking critically at him. "You're not Cox."

"Cox?" Sam looked questionably at Kate. Kate sighed.

"We need a cure. John Dee, he knows things. But we don't know where to find him. Cox, he's the only lead I have. Oh, Daddy." Kate teared up seeing him.

"Aieeeee!" Kate's father screams.

"How long has he been like this?" Sam didn't study medicine but saw a lot of crap in his time.

"A few months, maybe four?" She brushed a hair away from her father's face. "I sent word to Cox's men, but didn't hear back."

"Like I told you Katie, Cox is a racist old coot. His first priority is those rich bastards' upside." The doctor rants. Seeing Kate tear up, he places a hand on his shoulder. "I'm doing my best."

"Hmmm." Sam was looking at the man screaming in his bed. "May I?" Sam had a hunch what that old man had.

"Sam?" Kate saw Sam looking curiously at her Dad. "What are you doing?" Sam walked over to the bedside and opened her father's shirt. "Oh my god." Her father had a pentagram on his chest.

"Plague Hex. Saw it in St. Louis last year." Sam looked at Kate. "Has he encountered any witches?" Witches weren't hunted often, but when a hunter went after one, they usually got cursed.

"No. Our witches wouldn't do this, we live peacefully. Yes, we have hunters living among us, but we mostly defend. We don't go after trouble like Cox and his men." She looked helplessly at her father who kept screaming. "Why is this happening?"

"This disease is contagious. Kate, has anyone else got infected?" Sam was careful not to touch Kate's dad's body when he took off his shirt to inspect him.

"Yes." Kate pulled down her hoodie to show off her own rash. When Sam went to look, everyone else held out their infected areas. "Everyone here is infected, not just humans." The shapeshifter that was walking around peeked inside to show off his arms. "Is it fatal?"

"I don't know. I only seen it in person once." John took Sam away, fearing that he'd get infected. "I may have a hunch though." All spells and curses had an origin.

"Please. Any help is appreciated." Kate didn't want to die.

"But I don't know what to do. I'm not a witch." This town, whoever cursed this place needed blood sacrifices. The last guy Sam saw, Dean said he was part of a sacrifice.

"But you are Lancelot. Sir Sam, will thee save our humble town?" Kate begged with a sad smile.

Sam wanted to say no, he was on a break from hunting. But seeing Kate's eyes, Sam didn't want her and the town to suffer.

"I can try." Sam had a theory that could cure a hex plague. "I need a gun. Kate, be careful."

A while later, Sam was packing up some gear Kate and the others loaned him.

"Is it that easy?" The hunters and witches had refused to leave the area, saying they needed to guard those that weren't infected.

"Never. Take care, Kate."

"I'll be praying." Kate was an atheist, but she prayed for Sam's safety.

Splish Splash. Splish Splash. Squeak! Sam tried not to think what he was walking in. New York sewers were nasty.

Sam turned off his phone, he didn't want to spook the creature that lived in these sewers. Dean called several times, leaving messages to call him or John back.

"I'll call later." He says out loud. Kate and the town had maybe a day at most. Sam walked slowly through the sewers listening to anything unusual. He tried not to grimace seeing a rat. Sam usually wasn't scared of rats, but New York's breed was another story. Smelling something unusual, Sam tried not to gag at the smell. "Phew." He shined his flashlight where the smell was the strongest, whatever this thing was, it was near. He walked closer, trying not to breathe too hard. Huh? Sam saw blood.

A dead rat with its chest ripped open was lying on its back. The kill was fresh, blood and guts were bright red. Sam looked down and saw bloody footprints walking away towards a tunnel.

"Gotcha." Holding up his shotgun, he walks towards the creature's hideout.

Bzzzzzzzz.

SLAP!

"Yeah, that's normal." Sam muttered. The buzzing was getting closer as Sam followed the trail of blood. Sam forgot the name of this thing, but he knew this creature used bugs to hide among people. Holding up his gun, he walks slowly towards the noise.

"The hell? Ugh!" Sam slapped away another mosquito. "Oh shit." What he saw, he wanted nothing more than to see John's stern face.

BZZZZZZZZ. A black cloud flies towards Sam.

THEZZ TUNNELS ARE MINE, LEAVE!

Sam immediately knew what he was hunting, and how the town was infected. It used mosquitoes to spread its deadly diseases. Kate's dad must've been hunting this thing. This creature must've thought it won the lottery with the underground city, an endless supply of food; or a large blood sacrifice to appease its demonic master.

Ignoring the insects that crawled over his body, Sam started shooting.

BANG! BANG!

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

The insects cluttered in a black cloud started to break apart from the shotgun blasts.

"Should have brought fire." Sam used the distraction to run. He thought he saw the mosquitoes forming into a woman, but he wasn't sticking around to find out. He ran away as fast as he could, the buzzing noise right behind him.

Splish Splash! Splish Splash! Sam's feet were running as fast as he could.

'Dad. Dean. Help me.' He begged.

He ran towards the exit, he had to find a way to seal this place before that thing caught up to him. Just as he reached the exit, he saw Kate crawling inside.

"The hell?!" Sam held up his gun, this witch must've manifested itself to block Sam from escaping.

"Wait! It's me, Kate!" Kate saw Sam pointing a loaded shotgun at her. "I need your help!"

Sam hesitated for a second, till he heard the buzzing coming closer.

"Later. Let's get outta here!" Sam crawled out of the hole with Kate. "Can you run?"

"You saw me in action earlier. Run faster!"

They ran till they heard the buzzing fading away from behind them. Once they felt they were far enough, Sam asked Kate why she was following him.

"Kate, why did you follow me?" Sam felt itchy, he knew that mosquito infected him. He had to kill this thing as soon as possible before he ended up like Kate's dad.

"I was running. The town. My dad. Everyone. They, they.." Kate swallowed. "They all turned into monsters. I ran for help, you're the only one that can save me. I mean them." What Kate saw, she needed Sam.

"I'm not a knight. I'm just some guy." Sam was trying to catch his breath, that bite was already starting to infect him. He had to fight the urge to scratch his neck.

"But you're a hunter. Please, Sam." Kate takes his hand. "I don't know what to do." Her eyes widened when she saw zombies walking toward them. "Sam." She pointed towards the town.

"We have to move." Sam grabs her hand. "Move it!" Sam and Kate started running, the zombie crowd was right behind them.

"The car." Wasn't the best place to hide, but they didn't have a choice. Both ran into the old train car and quickly locked the doors before the zombies came in. "Now what?" The zombies outside were growling and scratching the outside.

"I don't know." Sam said honestly. Hearing moans, he held up his shotgun.

"You can't kill everyone! You said it could be cured!"

"I know." Sam only needed one kill. Just as Sam was debating what to do, the train started moving side to side. "Kate!" Sam threw down his weapon and grabbed Kate. "Hold on!" Both screamed when the zombies overturned the train car. "Watch out!" Sam held Kate as the car flipped on its side.

BANG! Glass and shattered remnants of the train car contents were everywhere.

"Are you okay?" Sam felt blood, hopefully, Kate wasn't hurt.

"I'm fine." It was dark, but Kate saw blood on Sam's face. Just as she was about to check if they were severely hurt, Kate saw a familiar face. "SAM!" Kate pointed at the door, her father was crawling inside, growling in hunger.

"I'm sorry Kate!" Just as Sam was about to shoot the old man, a bullet went through his head.

BANG!

"Dad!" Sam never was so glad to see John Winchester's face. The zombie dropped dead on his side, brains oozing out of its skull.

"Shoot Sam!" John ordered.

"Yes sir."

Kate closed her eyes at the gunshots, praying that everyone was at peace.

Both John and Sam shot any zombie that went near them. Poor Kate had her ears covered, seeing her friends and neighbours dropping dead was too much.

Sam was breathing hard, each zombie that they shot, two more appeared to replace them.

CLICK CLICK

"I'm out of bullets." Sam was exhausted.

"That's why I brought this."

Seeing John taking out a small bundle from his jacket, Sam immediately looks around to protect Kate and himself.

"Sam! Hiroshima!" John started pushing buttons on his homemade bomb.

"Hiroshima? Sam, what is happening?" She saw Sam throwing a blanket over both.

"He's going to nuke 'em."

"Nooooo." Kate saw John climbing out the window to climb to the roofside of the car.

"Get down!" John ordered.

"Sam!"

"I know." Sam picked up a fallen cushion to give them extra protection and held it in front of them. "Just pray."

BOOM!

Both Sam and Kate whimpered at the intense heat. The smell of burning flesh, Kate wanted to vomit. Sam hoped John was okay.

Both waited till the fire died down before they got out from under the blanket.

"It's all clear." John threw himself behind the train car once he threw the bomb.

"Oh my god." Kate felt faint seeing her home destroyed.

"Dad. Was it really necessary? You know this could have been stopped." The case in St. Louis was mild, only one guy was infected. John never told Sam how he was cured, only said it was taken care of.

"There were too many." John grunted. Hearing gasps, both saw Kate breathing hard.

"Hnnnnnhhhh." Kate's eyes were turning red.

"Kate!" Sam runs over to her. "No. No. No. We stopped the virus." The explosion was hot enough to kill anything close by. The creature that caused this was most likely dead.

Kate's breathing was getting weaker, cold sweat was starting to stream down her cheeks.

"Kate!"

"She's infected Sam. Move over." John took out a small pistol from his back pocket and cocked the chamber.

"NO!" They only just met, but she was already important to Sam. "It's not too late." The monster was close by, Sam knew it. "Give me your shotgun."

"It is." John pointed his gun at Kate's head. "Sam, what are you doing?" John watched as Sam dived for John's shotgun that was by John's feet.

Sam held the gun under his chin. With tears streaming down his face, he pleaded with John to spare Kate.

"If you love me, you won't do this." Sam begged. "You have a choice." Suicide wasn't his first choice, hopefully, John backed down. He was glad he had long arms, they were long enough to pull the trigger.

"Pathetic." John shook his head. "Is suicide your only option? I expected better from you." He pointed the gun at Kate's head.

"Gotcha." Sam aimed his gun at John instead and pulled the trigger.

BANG!

The visage of John Winchester faded away exposing its true form.

"The John Winchester I know wouldn't give up like that." Sam looked at the dead witch on the ground. Feeling hands, he looked at a healthy Kate who was touching his arms.

"Sam? Sam! Wake up!"

"He probably got infected."

"I don't see a bite. Sam!"

Sam groaned feeling hands shaking him awake.

"Sam! Is he okay?"

"He should be. Move over."

Sam woke up seeing Kate and her doctor friend checking him over.

"You're okay." Sam smiled seeing Kate's friendly face. "You're alive?" The doctor was the first zombie Sam killed.

"We all are thanks to you." Kate had tears streaming down her face. "You saved us. Dad included."

"Kate found you passed out in the tunnels. We carried you here on a stretcher." Sam was lying in a bed. "Don't move, I have to examine you." The doctor was checking out Sam's heartbeat with a stethoscope.

Sam couldn't believe it, when he sat up and looked through the window, he saw the entire town was fine. Everyone was walking around like nothing happened.

"It was all a dream." The entire town was obliterated by John's bomb.

"That thing, it needed one more sacrifice." Kate's dad explained as he walked in. "You just happened to come in at the perfect time since I refused to die by my own hands."

"My death." Dying in a dream was a myth, usually. But self-sacrifice would have completed the spell. "What summoned that thing?" Sam forgot the name of that witch but guessed it came from overseas. New York was a port.

"I don't know. Thank you." Kate hugged Sam.

"Will you be okay?" Sam was leaving, he knew Kate and the others would be alright from now on.

"Yes. We know what to watch out for now, our fellow witches, they'll be putting up protection sigils."

"A living nightmare." When the mosquito bit Sam, it infected him. Like Kate's father, he ended up living in a nightmare. The witch could only take Sam in a dream. "Take care, Kate." He had to see John and explain to him and Dean about his little adventure.

"Don't be a stranger now. Come by anytime." Kate and the town wave goodbye as Sam climbs up the ladder and out of the town.

---

Sam woke up smelling fresh food.

"Morning Lancelot." Kate was cooking breakfast. "Made you fresh coffee. Help yourself."

"Thanks." Sam was starving. Once Sam cleaned up after breakfast, he and Kate were sitting outside of her home watching the city's citizens going about their day.

"I don't know why Cox would send Dee to find you. Using his grandchild." Sam told Kate about Dee's return. "A simple internet search could have saved everyone the trouble." Kate checked up on Sam occasionally, even though they weren't close, she wanted to make sure she could call Sam if they needed help again.

"Maybe he turned. He won't be the first hunter to do so." Sam knew a few hunters that went darkside. "Why me?"

"You have a daughter. Plus you're now a powerful witch. Maybe your wife is right. With you away, she'll be alone." Kate was watching a few kids playing.

"You don't know my wife, she's more powerful than me." Sam sighed. He already told Kate about that girl he saw in his dreams.

"A scared girl, a man with yellow eyes, a vengeful spirit that killed an innocent boy. Why go through all that trouble just to get you alone?"

"Wish I knew." Sam may be older, but wasn't sure why he was on a list again.

"Here." Kate hands him a gun. "It's nothing special, it used to belong to my dad. It has a vision scope, it can see anything."

"Thanks, Kate." Sam helps Kate up. "Take care."

"You too, Lance...I mean Sir Sam." Kate and Sam shake hands. "We're in your debt. Need help, call anytime."

Sam walks away and goes back up to where he came from. Being careful not to draw attention to himself, he sneaks out of the exit and onto the train platform. Seeing the time, Sam wondered how Dean and Bobby were doing.

28 missed calls, mailbox full.

Whoops. Sam forgot cell service was spotty underground. Magic School was easy to contact, it existed in a different plane. And Bobby, Frank loaned him some top-notch equipment that can reach anyone.

"Hey, Bobby." Sam held the phone away from his ear hearing Bobby's yells.

"ABOUT FRIGGING TIME YOU IDGET!"

"Sorry. I was seeing an old friend."

"Dean. Sam, he's gone."

"What do you mean gone? Maybe he spent the night..." Sam shook his head. Dean wouldn't do that to his wife. "Maybe he lost track of time."

"Or he ran into trouble. Wouldn't be the first time."

"Dammit." While Sam was seeing Kate, Dean must've taken this opportunity to go hunting. Sam hurries out of the subway.

Bobby was pacing back and forth.

"I'm such an idiot." He was so worried about Sam, that he forgot about Dean.

Bobby watched as Dean put on his jacket.

"And where are you going?"

"Out. Dad." Dean teased. He looks over at his clothes. "Not bad."

"It may be years, but keep your guard up." Cox wasn't the only player out there.

"Just want to say hi. Plus see the sights."

"This late?"

"You need to get out more. City never sleeps. See ya Bobby." Dean shuts the door behind him.

"Jackass." Dean was approaching middle age but still acted like his younger self sometimes. Hearing his stomach growling, Bobby went out to grab dinner.

Hearing keys, Bobby quickly gets off his bed.

"Sam!" Bobby had never been so glad to see a familiar face. Sam's tall frame walks into the room.

"He couldn't have gone far. Let's go Bobby."

"You tried using your powers?" Bobby knew Sam knew a lot of spells.

"Already tried. Cox's men, they have this whole city under lockdown." Magic use was very restricted. "I already tried tracking down Dean's phone, but I didn't find anything. Bastards must've destroyed it." They were in the Impala, Sam was driving.

"We'll find him. Won't be the first time I lost you boys." Bobby was calling his contacts in New York, asking if they saw Dean getting taken away. "Where were you last night?"

"Visiting an old friend." Sam tells Bobby about Kate, and where she is from.

"Guess the urban legends were true." New York was full of stories about underworld people.

"They're good people Bobby." Hearing his phone ring, Sam answers it while driving. Luckily for them, there was a minor traffic jam. "Hello?"

"Is this, Sam?" An unfamiliar voice was on the other side.

"Dean?"

"No, I'm borrowing his phone. Sam. Help me."

Sam's blood froze in his veins. He recognized that voice.

"Stay where you are. Give me your location."

"Who is it?" Bobby saw Sam's expression.

"Got it. Be careful." Sam hangs up. "Dean's in trouble."

"I should have known."

Sam needed to turn around. Luckily he knew where that tower was.

It took them a while to reach their destination, traffic was getting worse. Sam had to stop several times for traffic jams.

"Not again! Get the fuck out of the way!" He started beeping his horn.

"You sound like a real New Yorker. Where are you going, son?" Sam was getting out of the car.

"I can't wait! Dean needs me! Meet us at the tower!" Sam runs out in the traffic and takes off.

"Dumb kid." Bobby moves over to the driver's seat. Picking up his cell, he calls his contact. "Hey Frank, how dangerous is Cox? Really. Uh-huh. Then my boys are in trouble. Get me a helicopter. Fine." He sighed in annoyance. "I'll transfer thirty thousand right away." Bobby had insurance from his late wife.

Sam ran towards the historic clock tower, lucky for him it was closed for repairs. Just as he was about to sneak inside he stopped dead in his tracks.

"Dammit." Sam was so glad his instincts were sharp. He saw people milling about but could tell they were Cox's men. "Shit." He needed a disguise.

Twenty minutes later Sam walks out dressed like a tourist. Sam felt ridiculous, he had on a cheesy "I heart NY" shirt and was wearing a Liberty hat with sunglasses, plus plain old blue jeans, but he needed to blend in. Luckily there were tourists dressed similarly to him. He couldn't glamour, he knew Cox had magical barriers around the tower. His magical disguise will melt in seconds. Just as he was about to walk towards the tower he saw a glint from a building across.

"Dammit." A sniper? "The hell do you want Cox?" Now what? Walking in wasn't an option. Above? Not since 9/11. "Duh." Sam felt so dumb. Taking out his cell, he called Kate.

"Hello?"

"Kate? Sir Lancelot here. I need a favor."

Sam was trying not to breathe too hard walking through the sewers. Kate was nice enough to send him a map but warned him to be careful.

"Cox is more dangerous than you think. You may have a past with him, but things change in twenty years."

"Sounds like he misses his glory days." Sam was in an internet cafe looking online at a map of New York.

"Yep. Mirabelle calls the shots now, but she still listens to the General. Selling out her own kid. What kind of parent does this?"

"Wish I knew." John wasn't any better, but at least he tried his best, in his weird, twisted way. "I have to call my wife, keep her in the loop." Zoe, Sam knew she was just a scared kid.

"Anyways I'm sending you a map of the sewers. It's not public knowledge, so keep this under wraps."

"Got it." Sam heard the ping of the email. "I gotta go. Thanks, Kate."

"No problem. Before you leave the city, bring your brother and that Bobby guy. I'll buy you three of New York's finest pies."

"Dean would love that. Take care, Kate."

Sam hoped Cox didn't have a booby trap down here, Kate warned that he would try anything. Sam wanted to kick himself for leaving the Impala behind, everything he needed was in the trunk. However, he did have his gun, plus the little gift Kate left him.

"Yes!" Sam saw witch-killing bullets inside. He wasn't sure if Cox was a witch, but knowing what happened with John Dee, anything was possible. He kept an eye on the numbers, Kate gave him coordinates. He stopped dead in his tracks, he felt the hairs on his neck stand up. Taking out his knife, he had to do things silently to not make any noise.

Sam stood very still trying to listen to anything out of place. Hearing breathing, Sam knew he wasn't alone down here.

'One, two, four? You sure are through Cox.' He couldn't take on four men himself, it was suicide even as a witch. Taking out his cell, he put the ringer on loud and looked for a rat. 'I need rope.' Ripping off his goofy hat, he made sure to cut it into strips.

"Rat appellare." He chanted. A few seconds later a large rat comes up to him. "Hey. I need a favour." Sam ties his cell around the rat's belly. "Run in that direction, as far as you can go. I need you to draw those men away. Tell your friends to keep them distracted." The rat squeaks and takes off.

It was agonizing waiting, every second Sam was away, Dean's time was running short. He had to time this very carefully, the rat needed time to give enough distance. Once Sam figured enough time had passed, he took out his secondary flip phone.

RING, RING! Sam's custom ringtone rang into the distance. Sure enough, Sam saw two men running towards the tunnels the rat ran into.

"Two down, two to go." Sam needed to work fast, a rat can only do so much. Taking out his knife, he had to get rid of the other two men before their friends came back. Sam walks quickly, but quietly towards the entrance to the tower. He saw one guy holding a machine gun. Picking up an old brick, he throws it on the wall beside the guy's head.

Thunk!

Just as the guy turned towards the wall, Sam ran up behind him and quickly sliced his neck before he could call for help.

"Ack." The guy bleeds out before Sam puts him down.

"Forgive me." Sam hated killing humans. Giving him a silent prayer, he steals his gun. "Rest in peace. Hope you make it upstairs." Walking over his body, Sam walks forward. "Where are you." There was one more guy.

He strains hard to hear breathing, hearing none, Sam cautiously moves forward. He wasn't stupid, he knew he was walking straight into a trap.

"Ad periculum videre." Seeing a purple glow, Sam swore. "Dammit." A homunculus. A puppet of its master, this human-sized doll was used to do its master's bidding. "This will get messy." Luckily decommissioning one was easy. Unluckily for Sam, there was only one way to destroy it. "Hey! Come and get me!" Sam hoped those rats kept those guys busy.

"Master, wants peace." That thing Cox created came out of the shadows.

"Give your master a message. Tell him to go to hell." Sam grabs his knife and dives it into that thing's neck.

They scuffled for a minute, since that thing wasn't human, it wasn't affected by Sam's blows.

"Ugh!" Sam grunted as that thing uppercutted his chin. "Ha yah!" Sam kicks it in the belly. "I don't have time to play!" Dean needed him. He takes his knife and cuts off the homunculus' right hand before stabbing it inside its chest.

The doll grunts as it kneels to the ground. Sam then takes out his lighter and sets the thing on fire.

WHOOSH

The thing drops forward as it burns to death.

"Hope it was worth everything Cox." Seeing a ladder, Sam climbs out of the sewers. "Dean, please be okay." Sam didn't know where this girl was, she called Sam using Dean's phone. Just as Sam was debating on calling Dean's phone again, he heard silent crying. Cautiously Sam takes out Kate's witch-killing gun. As tempting as it was to walk towards it, Sam had been hunting long enough to know it was most likely a trap. Instead, he turns the other way, walking down the side hallway toward the lifts.

He hoped Piper was okay, she never called or texted him since last night. He shook his head, she probably was at Magic School at the moment. Knowing that it existed in a different plane, their time was most likely different there depending on where she was.

"Hope this isn't a trap either." The main elevators weren't an option, neither were the employee ones. Luckily Sam came here on a class trip years ago. He and his friends took the lifts joyriding since those elevators had no walls. "Dean, hold on, I'm almost there."

Sam silently begged the elevator to go faster. He was holding out his gun, Cox's men were most likely guarding Dean. Sam hoped Dean was okay, Sam didn't want to lose his brother.

"You want me, Cox. I'm right here. Just let Dean go." He muttered. Finally, the lift stopped on the top floor. Sam didn't get off, not right away, he had to make sure there wasn't anyone on the other side. After waiting a minute, Sam holds out his gun and opens the doors.

Nothing but silence, however, what Sam encountered was much worse than he feared.

"Dammit." Sam rather face Cox's military army than see what greeted him.

A devil symbol was on the floor along with the spilled blood of an innocent. A goblet was lying on its side, a small pool of blood still inside. Sam hoped to god it wasn't Dean's.

"You sold your soul and for what? You know what happened to Dee. Hope it was worth it." Sam walked past the symbol. He went towards the upper floors, Sam knew that place was always closed to the public.

The silence unnerved Sam, he never thought he'd be so frightened to be alone. He clamped his jaw shut, he didn't want his teeth to alert the demon waiting for him.

'Don't look down Sam.' The clock mechanics were thankfully shut down, otherwise Sam couldn't walk across. He strained his eyes for anything off, but when he saw a body, he couldn't help but cry out his brother's name.

"Dean!" Dean was tied up in the middle of the room, his arms tied up above his shoulders. "I'm coming to untie you! Hold on!" Sam slowly and carefully walks towards Dean, making sure not to fall off the narrow catwalk. Just as Sam reached Dean, he had to make sure he was alive. "Thank god." Dean's pulse was steady but weak.

Just as he was about to untie Dean's ropes, something stopped him.

"Wait. I'm so sorry Dean." Sam takes out Kate's pistol and reluctantly shoots Dean in the leg.

"The hell! Argh!" Dean woke up feeling intense pain.

"Ahhhhh!" Sam heard a distant scream from below. "There." Whatever Cox's hold on Dean was, it was now severed. "Dean. Dean! Are you okay?"

"Sam?" His thigh felt like white-hot fire. "Did, did you shoot me?" He felt blood running down his leg. "Ow!"

"Just a nick. You'll be fine." Sam lied. Blood was seeping out from Dean's jeans and onto the floor.

"Dammit Sam." If Dean wasn't tied up and shot, he would've kicked Sam's ass.

"You can kill me later. Dean, how did this happen?" Dean was usually very careful.

"Mirabelle, Sam, she's..."

"I know. She's working for Cox."

"No, she isn't. Sam, she's innocent in all this."

---

"Place hasn't changed one bit." Once Dean paid the entrance fee he headed inside the warehouse. "Feels like I'm twenty-two again." The place was filled with dancing bodies, the dark red and purple lights were illuminating the fake fangs of its dancing guests. Dean walked through the crowd and ordered the bar's most popular drink, Red Blood.

"One more!" Once Dean downed the shot, he waited for an old friend, or should he say, his 'enemy'. Didn't take him long, a sexy woman his age sauntered next to him and ordered the same drink.

"Give me a shot of Red Blood!" A woman says once she takes the seat beside Dean. Once she got her drink, she picked up her shot and saluted Dean. "To old frenemies!"

"To us!" Dean and Mirabelle click glasses. "Let's dance!"

Dean hated dancing, but he and Mirabelle shook their bodies with everyone else.

"Been awhile! How's it been?!" Mirabelle's once short hair was a lot longer, which she styled in a fancy do. She danced to the beat, it's been years since she's been here dancing like there was no tomorrow.

"Good! You look different!" Mirabelle was older but was still hot. Dean gave her outfit a seductive glance. "You fill that uniform much better than last time!"

"I could say the same thing about your jeans!" She always liked his bowed legs, they gave him better assets for, reaching.

"You seem more mature! And I mean that in a good way!" Dean knew how sensitive women were about their age.

"Being married and having a kid does that to you!" She holds up her hand. Her diamond rings were sparkling colours in the flashing lights.

"Same here!" Dean holds up his left hand. "Why aren't you home with your family?! Aren't you a little old to be here?!"

"I'll ask you the same thing! Want to get outta here?!" The music was too loud for her taste.

"Gladly!"

"Much better." As much as he had fun dancing back in that club, he was too old. "Seeing all those fangs. Ugh." Dean knew they were fake, but didn't want to be reminded about hunting. Especially vampires.

"That's why I bought it." They were in a nearby pool hall, both were playing a friendly game of pool. "Want another beer?"

"It's on me this time." Once the waitress was gone, they started exchanging stories. "You must be making bank." That club Mirabelle owned was a haven for vampire wannabes. Mirabelle admitted she bought it to keep an eye on the bar's patrons.

"Honestly, I break about even. I didn't buy it to make money, I bought it to keep everyone safe. Thank god New York's nightlife still exists." She clacks the ball in front of her. "Someone has to keep an eye on the people. That's why every one of my employees are hunters." The bouncers, DJs, bartenders, she had to make sure they kept an eye out for anything unusual in and around the club.

"That's good." Dean takes a shot. "You must've known why I'm in town." Dean sent a text to Mirabelle, letting her know he was in the city.

"Zoe right?" Mirabelle sighed. "She's one hundred percent innocent. She's just following orders from the Old Man." Mirabelle wasn't Cox's biological daughter, Cox adopted her as his own when she lost her parents when she was very young. "I had no choice. Dad, I mean The General is losing control of the City." She takes a long sip of her beer.

"What do you mean, losing control? I thought you were in charge." Dean didn't expect this.

"I was supposed to, but John Dee, he stuck around."

Mirabelle was walking back to HQ when she realized she had forgotten her house keys.

"Dammit." Luckily the walk back to the barracks was close by. She was looking forward to heading home, she promised Zoe to take her to Ellis Island in the morning. Just when she was about to walk into the barracks, a flickering light caught her eye. "Dad?" Cox's main office was at the end, he usually spent his nights there whenever a big case was happening. Hopefully, it wasn't a fire, luckily fire extinguishers were everywhere. Just when she reached the door, she heard Cox talking to someone.

'Whoops.' She was now in charge, out of everyone who applied, Cox picked Mirabelle to be the new General. Not because she was his daughter, but because she most qualified. Mirabelle was surprised to hear the news, she was the one that indirectly was the one that caused John Dee's demise all those years ago. The General went out of his way to cover it up, he didn't want Dee's acquaintances storming the city seeking revenge for Dee's murder.

"Why me Sir?" She didn't expect to be chosen from her present position as lieutenant.

"Your past doesn't matter. Whatever happened back then, you showed good judgement, something a good leader should do. Congratulations." Cox shakes Mirabelle's hand. "As the New General, I'm stepping down as of now. However, I will be advising from time to time. Will you take the job?"

"Sir, yes Sir." She salutes her father, who salutes her back. When he pulled her in a hug, she couldn't help but tear up. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." John Winchester nearly beaten Cox to death for kidnapping his youngest son and delivering him to John Dee many years ago, Mirabelle saved Sam's life by sending Dean to where John was. Cox had no choice but to tell John about Dee's plans for Sam, saying he had no choice in the matter. "You stopped a great evil, Dee, he would have brought the devil." Cox told Mirabelle about what Dee was trying to do, he was planning on using Sam to bring Hell to Earth.

"He sold us all out." Dee didn't just head to a crossroads like a normal person, instead, he headed straight to the top. "Azazel, can he be stopped?" How Dee managed to summon a Prince of Hell, neither of them knew how Dee could do it; even the most powerful witch couldn't pick and choose which demon to call.

"I don't know. That's why I put you in charge. Whatever decision you make, make me proud."

"Yes, Dad." She smiles at her adoptive father. "Tell George not to play too many video games." Her baby brother was now attending NYU. Why Cox sold Sam out, she knew that Cox was just desperate. Her stepmother's pregnancy was very high risk, their unborn baby was always in danger of dying. Dee promised Cox his wife would have a smooth pregnancy, just as long as he brought Sam Winchester to Dee.

"Sam Winchester? It's been years. He isn't a naive eighteen-year-old kid anymore, he's a grown man. You do know he has a young daughter now. Surely she'll make a better vessel."

'What?' She knew it was wrong, but she had to see who Cox was talking to. She walks slowly towards Cox's office, trying to see who he is talking to 'No way.' It was impossible.

The ghost of John Dee was standing in a circle of black candles.

'You had the nightmares. Sam Winchester, he's the only one that could save us all.'

"Sam Winchester?" Oops. She said his name out loud. Luckily neither heard her.

"Why, because he's a witch?"

'He is the Conduit. Azazel, severely underestimated what Sam was truly capable of.'

Now her curiosity was very peaked. She looked around, hopefully no one saw her. She strained to listen to the next words.

"We kept tabs on Sam, he and his brother are in Kansas. It would be easy to get to him, but his wife, she is another story."

'Yes, she is a Charmed One. That'll make our job harder. Do you have any ideas, old man?'

"You're lucky you didn't go straight to Hell. We buried your bones in the deep ocean, it would be impossible to get, not even the most powerful submarine could reach them." Cox knew what kind of hunter Dee was, he studied more blood magic than anyone he knew. Dee's ghost took him over two decades to learn how to communicate from the Astral Plane. Luckily Cox kept Dee's bible around.

'But it means I'll be stuck.' Dee's spirit could only come to Earth when summoned.

''Not necessarily. Your bible. We still have it. Remember your bookmark? You used your hair as the tassel. You can possess anyone, Sam included. Even as a witch, he won't be able to expel you. Dee, what exactly did you see?"

'Our salvation.'

Mirabelle felt sick. She couldn't listen anymore. She quietly sneaks away, she had to warn The Winchesters.

"By the time I returned home, Zoe was long gone. The General (Mirabelle refused to call him her father after her daughter was taken) told me she was sent away for hunter's training. Dean, please save her." If Cox was talking to John Dee, then that meant Zoe was part of a blood sacrifice to find Dee a suitable vessel.

"What else is new." Dean had to call Bobby. But before he could, he noticed everyone in the bar had black eyes.

"We'd been waiting for you Winchester." The waitress who was serving them beers walked up to their table with two red glasses. "Red Blood, courtesy of the Lieutenant."

"I'm sorry Dean." Was the last words Dean heard before passing out.

---

"You broke Dad's number one rule. Never hunt alone." Sam was currently cutting away Dean's thick ropes.

"Plus Bobby's. Never accept free drinks." Dean felt like a fool. "They were good though, gotta figure out how to recreate them without the drugs."

"Ask my wife, she used to be a bartender."

"She's a good woman Sam." Dean hoped Mirabelle was alright. "Even though Cox betrayed the Hunting Community doesn't mean that Mirabelle would. We need her." Cox may have lost his goddamn mind, but he did try his best to prevent evil from entering New York's ports for many years.

"I believe you. Anything else you want to tell me?" Once Sam finished cutting his ropes.

"We're surrounded by demons." Dean was dizzy from being tied up for so long.

"How many?"

"Here, the buildings across, the neighbourhood, I lost count." Cox and Dee must have summoned hundreds of demons. Dean never saw anything like it.

"It wouldn't be a job without demons. I assume Mirabelle tied you up."

"Yep. We'll need to make a mass exorcism. Major."

"A regular exorcism and holy water wouldn't be enough. We'll need a loudspeaker." Sam used his flip phone to call Bobby.

"Bobby?"

"About time! Is Dean alive?" Bobby sounded panicky.

"I'm right here Bobby." Dean groaned feeling the bullet in his leg. "You didn't hit bone did you?"

"We need an exorcism, a biblical-sized one, as big as you can get." Sam wondered if that was enough. "Call my wife, we'll also need super powerful magic as well." They needed everything that they could get.

"You boys will owe me big time for this." Bobby sighed. He and Frank shared a mutual dislike with one another.

"Tell Frank he'll get his deposit as soon as possible. Over and out." Sam hangs up the phone.

"Sam." Dean tried not to grimace at the pain. "There was one more thing Cox said. You're the only one that could retrieve it." Mirabelle told Dean she had no idea what he meant.

"Fine." Sam had to get Dean out of there. "We can't go down, they'd be an army downstairs waiting for us. Most likely on Cox's orders." Even though there were demons, didn't mean Cox had backups.

"Then we'll go up. We'd been in worse situations." Dean watched as Sam used his flannel shirt to bandage Dean's leg. "Ahh! Thanks, Sammy." His leg hurt, but the bleeding thankfully stopped.

"Got it." Sam takes Dean's arm and walks forward. "Walk slowly, I don't know how injured you are."

"Ahhhhhh!" Dean wished Sam carried him unconscious first. Dean was frozen in terror.

"What is it?"

"It's, it's a long way down." The catwalk had no guardrails. Dean felt dizzy seeing how high they were. "How many floors are there?"

"Try not to think about it." Dean was always afraid of heights. "One step at a time. I gotcha."

Dean swallowed his fear, he had to think about what was waiting for him at home.

"Sis, Jen, the kids are okay, right?" Laura, DJ, Dean missed them terribly.

Sam and Dean slowly and carefully walk through the catwalk.

"You won't let me fall, would you?"

"I promise. Laura and DJ are looking forward to seeing you again."

"We have to stop hunting, seriously." Dean realized he was heading down the same path as John did.

"Come to Magic School. I know you hate magic, but it's now optional there. Non-witches have a choice."

"At least I'll know the kids would be safe. But I was thinking of moving North." Dean looked straight ahead, the doorway to the roof was just across.

"Boston is a good choice. Piper and I are thinking of moving West."

"The Manor, don't blame you." A few more steps. "Sammy. Wait." Dean refused to move further. The upper stairwell, Dean knew they weren't alone.

"You have the Colt?" Sam had been hunting long enough to sense it.

"Yes." Dean slowly takes out his gun. He didn't know why he had it, but he silently thanked Mirabelle for sneaking it on him.

"One, two..."

BANG!

Both brothers look up to see a young woman stumbling out of the roof entrance. Her abdomen had a large pool of blood spilling out over her clothes.

'Thank you.' She mouthed. Her body fell in the endless darkness below.

"We better move." Sam wondered why Cox didn't take away The Colt. It would have killed the demons inside the tower. "Remind me to buy your friend some pie."

"Danny's?" That restaurant had the best pies in New York. "Bring me along."

"Done."

A few agonizing minutes later both brothers were on the roof.

"Look at that sunset. We have to bring the kids here for a tour." Dean never got tired of seeing the sky.

"We'll go see Lady Liberty, then Broadway."

"Don't forget Coney Island. Sammy, I can't move anymore." Dean was exhausted. "I'm sitting down."

"We're almost home free." Sam took out his cell to call his wife.

"Sam? The hell! I've been phoning for hours!" Piper sounded furious.

"Long story." Calling him? Oh yeah. His smartphone was in the sewers somewhere. "I'll explain later. Zoe, how is she?" He wasn't angry at her, she was just a kid.

"Zoe, she talked." Once Zoe realized she was safe, she spilled everything to Piper and the school counsellor. "We can't send her back, not until we know she'd be safe. Sam, what's going on out there?" Bobby called her earlier, saying that Sam and Dean needed help.

"After. We're in the Clock Tower, Bobby, he's trying to get a mass exorcism going. But we also have a demon issue." Sam told her about the city possibly being possessed.

"Not without my help. Hope you don't mind getting wet." Piper already called her sisters. "The School, I found an old spell. It'd double what you guys are doing."

"Thanks, honey. I'll call you later. Dean, we need to head indoors, right now." Sam saw dark clouds forming.

"Tell Bobby and Sis I'll buy the beers with the pies." Once they headed in the doorway, a huge rainfall fell. Rain was pouring hard.

"I hear screams." Dean heard the city screaming.

"I hear chanting." Sam heard Bobby's voice echoing all across the city. Bullhorns all over were chanting the exorcism. "You think he got television and radio as well?"

"You know Frank wouldn't leave anything unturned. Expect this on every playlist, trending page, tweet, podcast, etc, etc." Sam and Dean watch the show.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te... cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare... Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis... Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei; contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine... quem inferi tremunt... Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos! Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te... cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare... Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis... Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei; contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine... quem inferi tremunt... Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos! Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te... cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare... Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis... Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei; contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine... quem inferi tremunt... Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos!"

"Cox was right about one thing, it's all or nothing in The Big Apple." Both brothers saw black smoke disintegrating into the sky. "Glad he was so thorough. Shame he sold out." They saw anti-devil symbols painted secretly all around the city.

"Or too scared." Cox's nightmares must've frightened him. "My wife, she broke her promise to Nature." She didn't like her schedules getting disrupted.

"It's for a good cause. Look, the rain stopped. Let's wait for Bobby." Dean needed to change his bandages.

Even though the demons were gone, there was the matter of Cox's men. They were still stuck on the roof.

"Where is Bobby?" Dean was stripping off his shirt to rebandage his leg. He knew how to dress a wound, but needed a doctor.

"I don't know." Sam was sitting next to Dean. "Mirabelle, you think she okay?"

"That's on her to figure things out. She's smart, I'm sure she has lots of backup plans." Dean didn't entirely trust her but knew she could take care of herself. "Sam. Sorry about everything." Dean kept a major secret from Sam. It was time he knew the truth.

"For what? You taking off without telling me? For getting caught up with the enemy? You did worse." Sam was holding The Colt, he could see Dean didn't have the energy anymore to do anything.

Dean shook his head.

"No. It was my fault all this happened in the first place." Dean had to get this off his chest. "Sam...I..." Both brothers looked up hearing a loud noise.

"You hear that?" The noise was getting closer.

"Huh?" Dean covered his eyes from the flying dust. When he saw a helicopter, he started laughing. "Where did he get that?" Bobby was inside a helicopter.

"Frank."

"Bobby sure took my advice to heart." Dean told Bobby to live a little, Bobby tended to live a boring life.

"SAM! DEAN! YOU OKAY?" Bobby was using a bullhorn to communicate with the brothers. One side was open, Bobby had the side door open to take them away.

"Bobby!" Sam didn't expect this, he and Dean waved. "We're okay! Dean, he needs a doctor!"

"JUST HOLD ON FOR A SECOND!" Just as Bobby was telling the pilot to land, the helicopter started wobbling. "WHOA! WHOA!"

"BOBBY!" Both brothers yell. Just as Sam was about to chant a spell to help Bobby, something at the next building caught his eye.

A young girl was standing barefoot watching the helicopter, her eyes blank.

"It's her." The girl in Sam's dream.

"Who?" Dean didn't see anything. "Bobby!" The helicopter started going crazy. "Sam!"

They watch helplessly as the helicopter crashes on its side at the next building.

"BOBBY!" Sam runs to the edge to see if they are alive.

"Is he okay?!" Dean asked. He couldn't move, he was too tired from the excitement.

"Dean, Bobby needs our help. It's not too far, we can jump." New York's historic buildings were closely built together. Sam was looking over to see how far it was.

"Don't! We came this far, don't push your luck!" Dean may have lost Bobby, he didn't want to lose Sam as well.

"Fine." Sam reluctantly turns away. "We need to call for help."

"Not yet. Cox, he may have spies all over." God knows how influential Cox was.

"Bobby's hurt! He needs to be checked over." Sam felt so helpless. "Bobby." Neither he nor the pilot was moving. "Dean! Don't move!" Sam rushes over to help Dean up. "Easy there."

Dean groaned as he slowly and painfully got up.

"Sammy? That girl you saw. What did she look like?" Was she a witch?

"I don't know. Dark hair, short, a little older than Laura, bare feet with a white dress. Why?"

"Sound familiar?"

"Lilith? She was taken by Heaven. I'm sure she is still sitting in Heaven's jail." Sam had no idea what happened to her. "I doubt she would do this, she doesn't have the juice anymore." Sam barely remembered that day, Lilith's confession still haunted him.

"Demons could take any form. Sam, give me The Colt." Dean shook his leg to make sure his wound didn't clot his leg.

"You sure?"

"If you are planning to jump across that building, I can use the Colt to prevent others from coming in."

Sam shook his head.

"Actually, I rather hold on to it." He saw Dean standing straight up. "Dean, your leg, I didn't exactly nick you." The wound was pretty deep.

"I'm a paramedic. Plus Bobby showed us how to dress a wound. See? Perfectly fine." Dean shook his leg. "The Colt. Let me have a turn."

"The rain, it was holy and was made out of magic. Dean, we heard the exorcism. Bobby and Piper were very thorough. You don't need to hold on to the gun." Sam was slowly backing away.

"Sammy? Where are you going?"

"Dean, John Dee, did Mirabelle ever tell you what demon he was summoning that night? I remember seeing Dee talking to a doorway. Cox, he knew more than he let on." Sam was holding on to The Colt. "You, Dad, you know Dad wouldn't let me walk away. Even when I was eighteen, I still did everything he asked."

"What are you talking about?" Dean looked confused.

"A good hunter never hunts alone. You and Dad drilled that in my head since I was in diapers."

"Sammy."

"Neither of you stopped me. Dean, why did Dad let me go?"

"Maybe seeing you in danger realized Dad couldn't hold on to you forever." Dean's face started tearing up.

Sam saw Dean's eyes but didn't approach Dean.

"Bull. He hated that I was leaving, he knew that I got that letter from Stanford. He pretty much told me to get lost."

"He told you that to protect you. Believe me or not, I'm tired of covering for that man." When Dean saw Sam holding up The Colt, Dean asked what Sam was doing. "Sammy?"

"No." When Sam pointed his gun at Dean, Dean looked shocked.

"Sam?"

"Even with Dad gone, you blindly followed his orders, just like an obedient little soldier." Sam was pointing The Colt at Dean. "Last time I was here, I found myself tied up by John Dee. He was summoning a demon. You, Dad. It was dark when I was taken. When I woke up, morning was peeking out of the sky. Those lost hours, what happened to them?"

"Sam. It was a long time ago." Dean didn't want to think about that night.

"Dee sold me out for greed. It may be years, but I remember Its voice. It sounded the same even when it possessed Dad." Sam remembered when Azazel possessed John. "Get out of my brother." Sam pointed The Colt at Dean's face.

Dean's shocked face slowly morphed into a sinister smile.

"Sam. It's been a long time." Dean's green eyes were now glowing yellow.

"Get out of my brother."

"Oh, don't be rude. Sammy, you are, and still are my favourite."

"What do you want with me." Sam was aiming The Colt in his direction. The war was over. Other than Sam, all the other Special Kids were dead.

"You are needed. Now more than ever." Azazel says in Dean's voice.

"Why me? I'm not special. All you did was drip blood in my mouth." Sam wished he never knew about his past.

"True. But over the years realized how special you really are. The Witch, all the texts were wrong." Azazel walks closer to Sam.

"What are you talking about?" Sam didn't put down the gun. "Stop!"

"It just needs a voice. Your voice." John Dee, Azazel never knew how valuable he was, even dead.

"Whatever your master is, I don't want any part of it. Dean! Dean! Fight! Fight for control!"

"Don't try to fight it, Sam. It would be easier if you accepted your fate. Argh!" Azazel screams as Dean comes to the surface.

"Sam...Sammy." Dean's green eyes were staring at Sam. "Kill me. Finish, argh! What Dad started." Dean saw Sam holding The Colt. "Argh!" Dean was struggling extremely hard.

"No!" Sam was shaking his head. "Dean, you're stronger than him! Fight!'' Azazel must've taken possession of Dean while passed out. Mirabelle most likely didn't know Cox and Dee knew she was hanging around that night.

"Arghhhh!" Dean felt the demon taking control. "Shoot! Finish what Dad wanted! Hurry!" Dean didn't want to die, but he had to protect his brother.

Sam hesitated. John was always obsessed with revenge. Sam and Dean, spent their entire lives training for this moment. He didn't want to kill Dean, but he also knew he couldn't let the demon go. His finger trembled at the trigger.

"Do it Sam!" Dean felt himself fading away. "Now!"

Sam closed his eyes and slowly squeezed the trigger.

Bobby burst through the attic door at that exact moment.

"SAM! WAIT! DON'T SHOOT!" Bobby screamed.

BANG!

Dean screamed as he felt that bullet. Black smoke comes pouring out of his mouth, the demon disappearing into the sky.

One Week Later

"The hell were you thinking!"

"I did what I had to."

"You let him get away."

"For now."

"He's right Dean. Sam did the right thing." Bobby was looking out the window of the local hospital.

"I promised Jen and the kids I'll drag your ass home. Alive." Sam was sitting across from Dean in a chair.

"Peh." Dean pushed the tray of food away. "Need a cheeseburger." He looked at the doorway. "Where's Sis?"

"Watching the kids. Jenna was called for a gig, said she'll be back in a few days." Jenna wasn't happy that Dean got hurt, unfortunately, she couldn't come because of her new contract with her client. She did tell Sam to give Dean a message, that his couch and pillow were waiting for him at home.

"Guess she's the new breadwinner for a while." Dean stared resentfully at his leg. "You said you didn't hit bone!" His femur was shattered thanks to The Colt. The doctors who operated on Dean said his career as a firefighter was most likely over since his bone was shattered like glass. They implanted a steel rod in Dean's leg to help him heal, saying he could return to normal life in less than a year. Unfortunately, that meant that Dean was forced to be an invalid in the meantime.

"I'll make it up to you." Guess they were back to hustling to pay the bills. Sam knew he couldn't go back to teaching, even at Magic School, it was too risky. He couldn't put any more kids in danger. "Bobby, did you find Cox?"

"Yeah. He's a vegetable. Dee, don't know what they did to one another, but Cox is never waking up." Other than a few scrapes and bruises, Bobby was perfectly okay. He and the helicopter pilot escaped with very minor injuries. The crash was still under investigation, but the police believed that the motor randomly lost control and the pilot was forced to make an emergency landing. How Bobby got to the roof where Sam and Dean were, all Bobby said was that he ran like hell. Where Cox and his men were, Bobby said the streets and surrounding buildings were empty when he ran from the crash site. He simply believed they got spooked by Azazel and ran away.

"What about Mirabelle?" Sam never trusted her, she put all three of their lives in danger.

"Cleaning up after Cox." Mirabelle came to see Dean once he was out of surgery. She apologized to him and Sam, saying she felt responsible for everything. She already talked to the local authorities, saying that both men walked into a classified security training at the Clock Tower. Mirabelle was fully licensed as a private security officer who oversaw national security in the city, she said her army was doing special training when Sam and Dean came in, forgetting that the Clock Tower was closed. She also told them that Bobby was part of the training, he was supposed to pick up her trainees when the helicopter lost control and crashed. Thankfully the police and National Security bought her excuse, like Kate's hometown, they turned a blind eye to the supernatural stuff. She did give Bobby a message, telling him to tell Sam and Dean to leave and never return; unless they came as tourists. She did warn that if they ever crossed paths with her, or her work, she had full authority to have them detained by National Security for the rest of their lives. Although she thanked them for saving Zoe. Zoe was now back at home, happy to be back in the city.

"Cox. You would think that he'll learn from Dee." Dean didn't feel sorry for him at all. "How did he get into that coma?"

"John Dee wasn't an ordinary ghost or vengeful spirit. And before you ask, Bobby already checked it out."

"Whatever they were blabbering on about, Cox risked it all to trap Dee. That old bastard is trapped inside, and will never escape. Cox, must've known what kind of man Dee was and gave his body to Dee to trap him inside. Unfortunately, it caused him to go into a coma." Whatever Cox did, he had no choice but to go deep into his consciousness to make an impenetrable supermax prison to keep Dee locked up. His sacrifice allowed Mirabelle to forgive Cox, only because Dee was eyeing George as his new vessel. "Your friend, she already is making arrangements for his burial. An iron and silver waterproof coffin lined with salt will be thrown in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean with iron weights when the time comes. She said she already signed a DNR."

"Good." Dean yawned. "I'm going to take a nap. Can't wait to get outta here." Dean's leg was in a cast, Sam was going to drive the Impala back to Kansas with Bobby once Dean got his discharge papers by the end of the day. "Sammy?"

"Yeah?" Sam was reading his wife's text, saying Mel and Laura were already making friends at their new school, with DJ already crawling at his nursery class. Piper said she and her sisters already destroyed Dee's tassel, preventing him from moving on.

"Thanks for not killing me." Dean wasn't ready to go, not yet.

"You know I wouldn't." Sam already lost two parents, he wasn't losing a third. Once Dean fell asleep, he and Bobby snuck downstairs to the cafeteria for some burgers.

"How long is the drive?" Dean was lying in the backseat, his leg was stretched out in the backseat. He was tapping his finger to the music, Kansas was playing his favourite song, 'Carry on my Favorite Son.' Sam had the radio on to the classic radio station to keep Dean from getting bored.

Once I rose above the noise and confusion

Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion

I was soaring ever higher but I flew too high

Though my eyes could see, I still was a blind man

Dean was humming with the music, his fingers tapping to the beats.

"We're in Ohio, so maybe a day or two." They had to make a few stops to let Dean rest.

"Never thought that I'd miss Cas' wings. I could use some heavenly healing." The doctor told Dean that he either needed crutches or a wheelchair to get around.

"Quit complaining you Idgit. Your wife carried two of your children for nine months each. You'd survive." Bobby cared about Jenna as a daughter.

"Yeah. Yeah." Bored, Dean looked at the Impala's roof. "Is it sunset? I think we need to stop soon."

"Almost there." Sam saw a sign for the nearest town. "We'll get rooms, and order some grease for you." Sam and Bobby hoped there was a restaurant that had healthy options.

Just as Sam took his eyes off the road sign, he saw that same girl standing in the middle of the road staring at the incoming Impala.

Sam slammed on the brakes, just narrowly missing the little girl, unfortunately, the speed of the car and the sudden breaking caused the car to flip on its front bumper, flip a few times, causing all three to crash inside the car. The Impala then flew over a small ravine, crashing into an iron fence.

BBBBBBBBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

The Impala's horn beeped endlessly, her passengers lying still and bloody in the broken car, none of them moving.

"Carry on my wayward son

They'll be peace when done

Lay your weary head to rest

Don't you cry, don't you cry no more

No more."