A/N: I don't own anyone except for my OC's but I can dream though right?

A/N: I want thank everyone for supporting these stories!!!!

Metallikirk- I am soooooo sorry about the long delay!

Castiel's eyes went wide as he saw the brand on Gabriel's wrist.

"Gabriel, what happened?"

The Messenger looked away feeling the shame take over again. He felt as if he had let the angel down that he took the easy way out.

"Father, please tell Cas what happened or I will," his daughter's voice rang out. The archangel forced his head up and over to look Castiel in the eye. He deserved to know after all.

"I made a deal to save Dean and Afriel."

"What deal, Gabriel?"

"I would go back to Lucifer and remain by his side."

"Gabriel why?"

"There was nothing else Castiel. Dean was in a catatonic state leaving Sam and Tariel absolutely devastated not to mention Afriel was suffering as well. Now you tell me what exactly what you would've done Castiel," the Messenger added bitterly.

Hard olive pools glared directly at the angel challenging him. Castiel held his ground reading the archangel's eyes unable to detect what if any emotions existed.

Lucifer smiled to himself sensing the pain within Gabriel. He looked down to the ring seated firmly on his finger watching is light up when the light hit it just right. When he had been ripped of his Grace a small piece of the rich stone broke off embedding itself deep within his lover's flesh creating another connection between them.

The Fallen One had been informed of Lamashtu's rising signaling three Seals remained.

Lilith was right on schedule as now Lamashtu was causing havoc upon the city of Savannah, Georgia.

The city was awash in panic as the dead started rising from beneath the city streets. Brick pavement and concrete cracked and buckled as the long forgotten began rising from their earthen tombs. People fled in panic terrified over the rotted corpses staggering down the colonial streets.

The Impala pulled up along the corner coming to a halt. Dean felt his mouth drop as the barrage of Thriller video rejects attacked tourists and locals alike.

"I think we're in the right place, Sam."

The younger brother had his gun out cocked and was half way out the car when he answered.

"No shit what was your first guess Dean?"

Sam immediately opened fire before he was completely out of the Impala. His dead on aim aided in the rounds finding their targets in the zombies' heads. One by one they fell collapsing on top of one another some crumbling upon contact with the hard red bricks.

Dean hopped out joining his brother in the fray. Some of the local cops that had arrived saw what the hunters were doing and followed suit. Slowly but surely they started to push the onslaught back towards the river.

"Why do I feel like I'm stuck in Dawn of the Freaking Dead!?" Dean growled as he continued firing. By now the SWAT team had appeared and followed suit firing every ounce of firepower they had.

Lamashtu watched from the bed and breakfast with glee. Below she watched the police fighting the city's dead as on the other end of town some of her brethren had taken up possessing people and began another swath of terror.

"I see you waste no time, Lamashtu," Lilith appeared by the demon.

"Well cue the wet blanket. What's crawled up your ass and died?" The demon fired back.

"I have three Seals left to break and the angels have slowly started gaining the upper hand."

"Oh such the drama queen Lilith. Some things never change I swear."

"Speak for yourself Lamashtu. You weren't cast out by the one you loved. All I wanted was to be equal as we were created of the same Earth. But no, the son of a bitch just had to be dominant over everything and God sided with him! I was exiled out to the cold unforgiving world but Lucifer took me in as he too had been betrayed. But now we'll see who has the last laugh."

Lamashtu looked back down to the streets seeing the Winchester brothers fighting off the zombies. She arched an eyebrow as she eyed Sam

"Hello, who's that hot piece of ass?" She licked her lips watching the younger brother fight hand to hand against the zombies.

Lilith looked over to see Sam fighting alongside the Savannah police.

"That is Samuel Winchester, the one Lucifer chose for Samael to inhabit."

"So that's the Samuel Winchester huh? I'd like to get to know him on a more personal level," the demon's eyes lit up in a bright amber color as Lilith rolled her eyes.

"Don't think about it, he's been branded by Samael. Seems Wonder Boy wants the meat suit back."

Lamashtu growled then vanished to join the fun out on the streets.

Lilith felt a presence behind her. She spun around seeing Uriel standing there before her.

"I see it's play time."

"For Lamashtu anyways. I have three Seals to break but the fucking angels have one upped me. Seems they have been gaining traction as of late."

Uriel watched the demon pace nervously back and forth as she knew the tide was beginning to turn but she wasn't going to give up.

The small rag tag group of cops and hunters drove the last zombie in the river breathing a large collective sigh of relief before turning towards the fires on the West side of town.

"So what now?" The captain of the SWAT team asked Dean.

"How much ammo and firepower do you guys have?"

"Plenty at the station," the captain responded.

"Good, you take a few men and head back. Wait here," he handed off a large bag of salt.

"Put a line at every door and window. It'll keep out what's coming our way."

"What exactly are we dealing with?"

"Demons, Captain, demons," Dean simply stated.

Lilith toyed with the Eye in her hand anxious to return it to its rightful owner. She could feel Lucifer beginning to turn anxious as only three Seals remained to be broken. Uriel had left some time ago. Probably to find more converts no doubt. She was shocked and amazed at the number of angels that were willing to lay down their arms and side with him.

But yet again many of the angels had loved Lucifer dearly looking up to him as a respected leader and brother. It was those same angels that were now refusing to fight and instead helped to bring about the rise of their fallen brother.

The demon heard the Fallen One's voice echoing in her mind bringing a sinister grin to her face. She was going to finish what Azazel had started over 30 years ago.

Gabriel continued staring down Castiel driving Brooklyn to the brink of madness.

"Alright enough with the divine pissing contest! I swear no matter the species or animal the males are always the damn same. So quit acting like five year olds!"

She watched the angels stand down and an uneasy unspoken truce was made. As she sat down the force of the vision threw across the clearing. Brooklyn grabbed her forehead gritting in pain as the scenes bombarded her mind.

"Brook!" Castiel was at her side as she fought against the pain.

"Cas, it hurts," she whimpered.

The visions of fire and bodies mangled progressed in rapid fire motion then switching to a church where a bright blinding light was seen rising from the floor along as the thick black smoke rushed through and up into the night. Then she saw Dean and Sam standing there as Lucifer broke free. The final vision was of a blonde haired man with unruly sandy blonde hair, firm chiseled chin, and endless blue pools. Blue pools that revealed a haunted tormented soul.

Brooklyn's eyes shot open as she felt the tears roll down her face.

"I saw it, Cas," she whispered.

"Saw what Brook? Please tell us," Castiel pleaded bordering on begging her to tell them.

"The rising of Lucifer."

Seth sat up and looked around seeing he was back in Phoenix.

"Hello Seth," the familiar and all to annoying voice rang.

"Great if it isn't Mr. Sunshine on My Shoulder," Zachariah stepped forth grinning from ear to ear.

"I see you have made a full recovery."

"Gee good to know you care."

The angel merely grinned wider as he sat down beside the seer. Seth backed away and hugged his knees to his chest not wanting to be anywhere near the smug son of a bitch.

"Like it or not Seth you have a part to play in all this. You and Chuck both."

The seer narrowed his eyes.

"Like I haven't heard that one before. I'm a seer remember? I have the inside scoop on these things."

Zachariah slid up the bed until he was within inches of the seer.

"I come with a friendly warning. Don't even think about warning the Winchesters, Gabriel, Castiel and especially Brooklyn. She has to remain unaware of what is in store for her. The plan cannot be deviated from or I will come for you. Do you understand or do I need to draw it out for you?"

Seth bristled up at the angel's threat.

"That's what I thought. Now be a good little prophet and keep writing. The Winchester Gospels need to be documented as you are well aware of."

The angel vanished leaving Seth alone. Spying the phone on the night side stand, he grabbed the receiver and placed the call.

"No you don't understand. The end of the world is coming and I'm going out in style. What do you mean you don't think I can afford that many? No wait don't hang up! Hello?"

Chuck slammed the phone done wringing his fingers through his already messy hair. Lilith had three Seals left then voila! It seemed the escort service thought he was a crank caller when he wanted all the girls they had.

"Now I know how Cassandra and Luke must've felt," he muttered.

The phone rang causing Chuck to dive for it thinking it was the escort service rescinding and wanting to take up his offer.

"Hello?!"

"Chuck, we need to talk," the prophet's stomach turned knots at the voice.

"Seth, what are you doing calling here? You aren't supposed to contact me. That's not in the cards."

"I'm making this up as I go along. Listen, I think Zachariah is up to no good. He seems to be Hell bent on keeping me silent."

"Lemme guess, you're trying to warn them."

"How did you guess?" Chuck heard the sarcasm in his voice.

"Seth we can't be caught talking. I've already had Zachariah here several times pounding it in my head. I tried to warn the Winchesters once before and he went all holy warrior on my ass. Seth I wouldn't put anything past him."

The seer wouldn't be deterred. Seth continued pushing Chuck.

"Look, Zachariah can't watch us both at the same time right? Am I right?"

"Right," Chuck slowly responded. He wasn't sure where Seth was headed but found himself listening anyways.

"Listen you need to put your social phobias aside and get down here."

"Here?! Where's here!?"

"Phoenix. "

"No way no how Seth! You can't be serious!" Chuck was practically shouting.

"Do you wanna stop this train wreck called the Apocalypse from happening or would you prefer to continue hiding like a little bitch knowing you could've helped? Well I'm gonna try."

Chuck paced around gripping the receiver tight. He couldn't believe he was considering this! But Seth was right. He could help stop this thing but first he needed to find a way to keep low on Zachariah's radar.

"Alright Seth, I'll come down. You know I never really did like Zachariah. I just want to kick his ass and wipe that smug self contenting smile off his little fat face!"

Seth chuckled hearing the pent up frustration being expressed.

"I knew you could do it. Now sober up and get down here."

Seth hung up knowing Chuck would be here.

Chuck quickly began gathering his things in an old duffel bag and put his laptop in the computer bag. How did Seth know he was drinking but hours before? No wait he didn't want to know.

"Everybody head to the station!" Dean barked as the demonic horde closed in on them. He could see one woman in particular leading them. She was not like the others as her eyes were a rich amber color.

"Lamashtu," he growled while running for the Impala. Sam was close on his heels.

The cops and other SWAT members ran like like the Devil himself was chasing after them. Wheels screeched and smoked against the pavement as the vehicles raced towards the station. Dean and Sam hopped in the Impala.

Dean started the engine only to hear nothing.

"Come on baby don't do this to me," he pleaded with the car to start up.

"Sorry Dean but your needed here," Zachariah chirped from the backseat. Dean fought back every urge to spin around and belt him in the face. Instead he gripped the wheel tight until his knuckles started turning white.

"What do you mean?" His words were long and drawn out.

"You have to stop Lamashtu. It's part of the plan."

"Fuck the plan! I am not accepting your little mission Zach!"

"Oh but you will Dean or Sam will pay for your disobedience. You swore your allegiance to God and the angels remember?"

Zachariah had a lot of balls to threaten Sam like that. But Dean knew the angel would do it as Uriel had threatened him after the incident with Samhain. He couldn't risk seeing anyone else he loved hurt. The angel sensed the hunter relenting to his demands and smiled.

"You'll need this," Dean looked down to see Ruby's dagger resting between him and Sam. And with that the angel vanished.

"I am so starting to hate that guy," Dean growled. He looked over at Sam seeing his brother was ready for a fight.

Lucifer laughed as Brooklyn had seen his rising and the one he would come to possess. He was a rugged looking man but handsome nonetheless. Wild sandy tresses that defied the forces of nature. A strong defined jaw and nose. And a light shade of blue that betrayed what he was truly thinking and feeling. Right now he was residing within a small town in Northern Michigan.

Now he needed to be sure Lilith delivered the Eye to him.

The man tossed and turned in bed as he was once again plagued by the unsettling dreams. Dreams of red eyes and thick smoke. Smoke that choked and polluted his body rendering his free will useless as another took control. A tormented haunted soul that carried centuries of hatred, betrayal, love, anger, sorrow and vengeance.

David……

The voice softly called out to him.

"NO!" He screamed in his sleep before sitting straight up. He was drenched in a cold sweat feeling the sheets and his shirt soaked like he had stepped out of a sauna or shower.

The man ran his hands up his face and through his hair seeing the clock reading 2:15.

"Shit, not again," he pounded his fists into the bed.

They had started after he fled his home in Bangor. The day his family was brutally murdered. He had been at work all day for the Department of Transportation overseeing the budgets for the next two years. Things had been looking up for him. His supervisor had taken notice of the money he had been able to save the agency through negotiating better contracts.

He had been told the agency would be able to give them all raises and bonuses for the hard work. David had been thrilled and couldn't wait to tell his wife and son the great news. Finally he could take them on that badly needed vacation after all.

The day had started off perfect for him. The office was abuzz with the news and all his coworkers thanked him nonstop for the pit bull attitude he had with the contracts. Now one could get his kid braces and another could put his mom in a better care facility.

David felt on top of the world. Until he came home.

Both cars were in the drive way as he pulled up which was normal.

"Hello?" He called out smelling something good in the oven. The kitchen was empty but the oven was on with a roast cooking.

Confused, David continued searching the house finding nothing out of the unusual. He heard the sound of footsteps upstairs and treaded with caution. Eight years in the army had taught him to tread carefully when unsure of what to expect. David breathed lightly as he reached the landing seeing a stranger run across the hall.

He looked down seeing a thick swath of blood on the carpet sending alarm bells off in his head. Armed only with his hand to hand combat skills, David continued seeing nothing in the first room or second. It was in the master bedroom he was greeted with the bloody gory site.

His wife, Madeline and son Rob were dead with their throats slashed and the bed bathed in blood. David felt his heart sink. He couldn't move or speak or cry as every sound that was made died in his throat. His body refused to move and remained frozen in place.

"They were but distractions. You are the one David," he spun around seeing a silver haired man standing before him. His eyes rich liquid silver pools to match his hair.

"The one!? What…"

Damon reached out placing his hand on the man's trembling shoulder watching as David tensed in pain as he spoke.

"It's in your blood David to fulfill this. You are special. You have been chosen."

David cried out and collapsed to the ground. Damon saw the mark etched on his skin so Lilith could find him easier.

Later that night David had been questioned by police and as he was at work was ruled out as a suspect and determined the deaths were caused by an unknown assailant. Only David knew what really happened. That it was a silver eyed and haired man that had done it. His shoulder blade had throbbed after that encounter and soon enough David saw it.

It was a perfect symbol etched in his skin. More like burnt into his flesh. He didn't know what it meant or what archaic language it was written in but it didn't matter. His reason for living was gone. The job didn't matter anymore. He had to flee, run from whatever it was that had visited him.

In the early hours of the following day David took what belongings he could gather and left.

You can run David but you cannot hide…..

It was a dark voice that rumbled in his mind and charged through his soul.

You and I are connected now and soon will become one….

David pressed his hands to his ears and shouted in his car, "Shut up!"

The voice laughed rather rumbled like a semi vehicle.

He started the truck and sped away never to see Bangor again.

And now David was here in Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan holed up in the Best Western steeped in his own sweat.

Lilith grinned as she spied the room he was in. In her hand was the Eye. She would wait until the time was right to deliver it.

Okay I decided to give the poor guy Lucifer's gonna be hanging around in a back-story and this is how I envisioned it. Again I am soooooo sorry for not getting this up sooner as I have had a major writer's block on this series. But I think I have gotten over it. YEAH!!!! Oh and what should Chuck and Seth do to thwart Zachariah? Come you guys I know your minds are ripe with some ideas!