"Where is he, where's my brother?" Dean bore on. His stare transferred from the demon to Bobby. His trembling hands could barely hold the knife, gripped tightly in his right palm.
The demon let out an evil laugh as he sneered into the eyes of Dean. "Oh, what's wrong Deano, Sam didn't tell you where he was going?"
Dean threw a hand across the mans face in disgust. This demon was going to tell him where Sam was if he liked it or not. There, of course, was that small part of his brain that told him that Sam wasn't here, but he couldn't fathom to believe it. His brother probably just wandered off with some girl. Hopefully.

"You're going to tell me where he is, now!"

"Well Dean if you must know, He's downstairs... In hell. He traded places with you." The demon laughed again as the holy water was thrown onto his burning face.

"Don't – Don't lie to me. Please." Dean was begging now. He wanted it so bad to be a lie, but how could it? Yes, demons didn't always tell the truth. Actually, they barely did, but that was in matters of fact Sam's coat on the ground where crossroad demons met their victim, so how could this be a coincidence when it was clearly obvious that Sam wasn't here anymore. Sam was gone, and he probably wasn't coming back. It's not like Dean could sell his soul for his brother again. Too many deals, the demons were done trying to help the Winchesters. So What was he supposed to do?

"So now that I've told you, are you going to let me go now?" The Demon's voice still deepened with sarcasm.

"No, I don't think so," Dean replied as he brought the knife back.

"You promised-" but before he could finish the knife dug into his heart.

"I lied" Dean pulled the knife out. He was so mad at Sam, but he knew why he did it. He was positive that if he ever managed to get Sam out that he wouldn't be in very good condition considering the fact that he was probably being tortured right now, and you can't recover from that.

It must have been a deal Sam made, though cause he barely remembered hell, he just remembered how it felt. And all that pain, it was unbearable.

"I'll go burn the body, why don't you get some rest." Bobby said sincerely. He was really starting to worry about the kid, ever since he got back, he barely slept, barely ate. In fact, he barely even talked.

"Yeah, okay." Dean replied, but he wasn't going to. He just needed to get away from everything for a while. So he walked upstairs, in the room he used to share with Sam whenever they visited Bobby when they were younger, and began to break down. Dean barely cried, but knowing what Sam was going through right now almost tore him apart.

The chains tightened around his bruised, and swollen neck. He couldn't breathe, but oh, how he wanted to. Sam tried to take his mind elsewhere, maybe if he thought of his brother or something that the pain would etch away for a little while. Maybe somehow he could just forget, but Sam was getting tired, he was almost giving up.

Was he going to die again, and where would he go from here if that was the case? Maybe his soul would be at rest. At that instant thought, Sam prayed to whomever might be listening; begging for this to finally kill him. And just as Sam's eyes began to roll in the back of his head, the chain was released so he was sent falling to the floor, gasping for breath.

Sam closed his eyes in relief, but also disappointment. He was glad he didn't have to go through that anymore, but he wished he could have just left, and not have to be in agony anymore.

A man appeared in front of the cage that Sam was trapped in. "Oh Sam, did you really think it would be that easy, Do you really think we would just kill you again? Well, because we won't. You're always going to be here kiddo, it's just going to be you and me and some friends. Now that doesn't sound that bad, so why in the hell would you want to leave?"

Sam shook as the words left Lucifers mind. How did he know what he was praying for. "I- I don't know what you're talking about," he stuttered,

"Oh, don't be such a baby, Sam. I heard you praying, begging for peace. You don't get that here silly." And with that he walked away, leaving Sam in fear once again. He knew Lucifer was right, but he wished there was some other higher power to save him from all this. Cause as much as he deserved this, he really didn't want to endure it anymore.

"Sammy, why did you have to do that? I'm your big brother, it's supposed to be me who protects you, not the other way around." Dean threw the beer bottle at the wall and he soon found himself collapsing on the floor. His body slid down the wall. He didn't know what to do. He and Bobby had been researching for months after what the demon told them, but there wasn't anything. It's like all hope was lost. "Sam, how do you expect me to do this without you?" He whispered as warm tears escaped his eyes.

There was an odd voice coming from the other side of the room and defiantly did not sound like Bobby it was much younger and not as deep. It sounded so kind. "Dean Winchester?" Dean freaked out as he realized the voice wasn't made up, he stood up in a stance, eager to protect himself so he could figure out how to save Sam.

"Who are you, and how do you know my name?" He demanded, with the knife held in front of him.

"There is need to fear me Dean, I'm here to help you."

"Yeah, what do I need help with huh, you know nothing about me."

"That's incorrect. I know lots about you Dean. I know about your brother, Sam"

"Wait, hold on what?"

"I know about your brother,"

"Yeah, I got that, but what do you know about him. Cause I haven't told anyone about that, except for that one demon I killed, so who the hell are you?"

"My name is Castiel, I'm an angel of the Lord."

I am so sorry for the late update, I've been super busy with school and such. Here is Chapter 5 and surprise, CLIFFY! Castiel is in the story now so yay :D
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