A/N: I cannot begin to express my apologies to you all. I totally disappeared off the face of the earth lol. Life has been so hectic that I haven't had much time to do anything. I was working doubles everyday, seven days a week for an entire month and you can't begin to fathom the amount of curve balls that have been thrown my way. Regardless, I have FINALLY come up with another chapter. I kind of lost interest in it, but I'll see it to the end because the last thing I want is to leave any of you hanging. Hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I surprisingly enjoyed writing it. Love to you all.~Ambrosia :)

In a diner outside of Selma, two young men sat in a booth sipping coke from red straws, heads bent over an old newspaper article. The black ink relished them with tales of an old house not far from where they currently sat, one that was supposedly the most haunted house in Alabama.

"This is the big one, Ed. This is the one we're all gonna be remembered for."

"I don't know, Harry," Ed replied, uncertainty clouding his features. "The shit that's gone down in this house is pretty extreme. Selma's already a haven for supernatural beings, but this house seems to be smack dab in the middle of it. What the hell are we supposed to do if something goes wrong? I mean, these newspaper clippings aren't just talking about your run of the mill ghost, Harry. We're talking demons here."

"Exactly my point! We weren't even sure they actually existed until now. This is our chance to prove ourselves, Ed. Two struggling hunters striving to protect the world from supernatural beings. We persevere through every obstacle, including the ramblings of people telling us we'll never make it, only to discover a threat that we knew nothing about, something extremely powerful. Like, more powerful than any ghost in the universe. We save the town, and we end up the heroes."

"But the town doesn't need sav-"

"Of course it needs saving. Look around you, dude. Haven't you noticed how odd everyone around here is? I'm telling you, they're all-" Harry broke off to look around him, before leaning in close to his friend and whispering- "possessed."

Ed's confusion gave way to surprise, eyebrows rising. "No way."

"Way. This is gonna be the big one, Ed. The one we've been waiting for since we started this whole thing. We'll get through it too. Do you know why?"

"Because we're the Ghostfacers?"

Harry smiled. "Because we're the Ghostfacers."

"I can't do it," Sam huffed. "It's impossible."

Castiel came up behind Sam and followed the boy's gaze to the dartboard on the wall. "Nothing is impossible. You just have to believe in yourself."

Sam looked skeptical, but took the angel's advice and tried again, this time with conviction. After what felt like forever, he finally saw a little movement as one of the darts started to slide out of its place.

"It's moving!" Sam exclaimed, excitement making his body shake. "I got it to move with my mind! Dude, that is so fuckin' awesome!"

"Good job. Maybe next time, you'll be able to move the whole thing. This is good for now."

Sam's smile faded as Cas walked away and sat in a swivel chair in front of his desk. "Something wrong?"

The angel was quiet for so long that Sam didn't think he was going to say anything. With every second that ticked by, Sam began to feel more and more apprehensive, mainly because he had a feeling he knew what was coming. Whenever a brooding silence preceded a conversation with Castiel, the subject usually ended up being someone Sam wasn't ready to talk about, especially after the events that transpired not even a week previous to the exact moment in which he currently found himself.

Just as Sam was about to break the ice, Castiel spoke. "Sam . . . you do realize the significance of your role here on earth, don't you?"

Sam looked confused. "I'm not following."

"Your brother. I know you love him, but you must know what he is by now."

Sam put his head down. Of course. It's always him. "I know," he whispered.

Castiel narrowed his eyes, facial expression letting Sam know he was taking in every word the boy said. "Do you? Seems as if you've forgotten. Or, at the very least, refuse to acknowledge it."

"I haven't forgotten what he is!" Sam snapped. At the tilt of the angel's head, Sam forced himself to relax. "I just . . . I can't do whatever it is you're asking me to. Not like this. He's my brother."

"Yes, he is. He's also very dangerous. Remember what you told me about the night you saw all those demons bowing to him? Remember when he killed your father? Locked you up in that cell? You know what he's capable of."

"Oh, and what about you, huh?" Sam retorted, tears filling his eyes. "You're a fucking angel! You have the power to move heaven and earth. Why the hell are you here helping me? And don't bother telling me it's to help me 'save the world.' If there is a god, then why doesn't he do it?! Huh? Why does it have to be me? I'm just a kid, goddammit!"

Sam fell to the floor in agony, head falling in his hands. Why did all of this have to happen to him? What made God think he had the right to force all of this heavy weight on Sam's shoulders? It was bad enough he was beginning to have dark thoughts plaguing his senses, making him believe that there was some inner evil lying dormant within him that he couldn't exactly control. Now, he had to worry about being a savior to everything in existence by destroying the only person he had left in this world. It was too much for him to handle, and he had the strangest feeling he was beginning to crack under the pressure.

Castiel's footsteps became louder as he shortened the distance between himself and his new companion, stopping to kneel in front of the broken boy with a heavy sigh. Sam could feel his head being lifted by a strong finger resting underneath his chin, forcing him to look inside the depths of eyes bluer than any ocean, mesmerizing him with their intensity.

"I know this must be a heavy burden our Lord has placed on your shoulders. I can't even begin to fathom the emotions you as a human must be going through. If I were you, I'd probably react the same way. But, regardless of how you feel, it is your duty to protect that which he has created, for your sake as well as ours. The fate of everything he's bestowed upon you hangs in the balance, Samuel. Surely, you must know this."

Sam looked at Cas with such misery, it was hard for him to feel anything other than sympathy for the poor child. This kind of empathetic reaction to a human being's suffering confused him in a way that he didn't think he'd ever be able to explain. How was it that he could feel anything in the first place? He was an angel, for heaven sake! He's never been able to form an emotional response to anyone, least of all a frightened child with an annoying habit of switching between hot and cold when it came to his older brother. But there was something about Sam that penetrated through the angel's defenses, forcing him down to a human's level where all that emotion and all that pain ran rampant through the hearts of mortals, threatening to overtake the hallow shell inside his chest and break him down until he was nothing more than a human himself. If he were to let go of his role and become one of them, what would that mean for humanity? Would he be doing God's work or abandoning it by allowing emotion to get in the way of his ultimate role? Did God even allow angels to feel? Until this day, he never questioned it. Now, he was terrified of the answers.

"I need you to leave now."

Cas looked up at the interruption to his thoughts. He ignored the pity he wanted to feel for the broken child in front of him and buried it deep inside, hoping to God himself that he'd never be able to find it again.

"Alright. I'll go if that's what you wish. But, this isn't over, Sam. Not by a long shot. Sooner or later, you're going to have to face up to your responsibilities and be the man God intended you to be . . . whether you want it or not."

The flapping of wings signaled the angel's departure, leaving Sam alone with a bad migraine and an incessant urge to find his brother. But how did he face him after what happened that night at the manor? How could he face himself? Was he destined for salvation or destruction? Was it really about choice? Maybe he didn't have a choice at all. Maybe he was always inherently evil, taking only the corruption of a demonic brother to put the pieces of the puzzle in place.

Whatever the outcome, Sam knew he'd have to pick a side, and pick a side fast. The only problem? Time was running out, and it was only a matter of time before Sam either accepted his role as savior, or descended with Dean into a fiery pit he wasn't exactly sure he'd hate nearly as much as he's supposed to.

Sam's sigh of defeat was cut short by a loud knock on the door.

"Sam!" Meg shouted, the sound of Aimee's giggling in the background bringing a chuckle to the boy's throat. "Get your ass dressed. We're going out."

Sam smiled. Well . . . at least I have the girls.

Dean was brooding. Correction: Dean was really brooding. He couldn't pinpoint the exact reason, but his little brother was becoming distant. It hadn't been for very long, maybe a couple of weeks tops, and it was really beginning to piss the demon off. It could be the prospect of another lover, in which case Dean would have to commit bloody murder before proceeding to fuck the boy into submission long enough for him to realize that it wasn't wise to stray from his big brother. Or maybe it was the hormones. Teenagers have lots of hormones, right? Well, Sam was only thirteen, still hitting puberty, not nearly as developed as Dean was. He still had to grow up, didn't he?

Dean blew out a breath in frustration. He didn't think it was any of those things, but something was definitely plaguing the kid's mind, and Dean wanted to know what it was. How was he expected to be a savior of hell when he couldn't even control his own brother? A brother who was supposed to be loyal to only Dean?

"Master?"

Dean groaned. Heathcliff. "What do you want?"

"I've found something that might be of interest to you."

Dean turned around just as Heathcliff raised his hand in his master's direction, the contents lying in the palm of his hand making the demon frown.

"What is it?"

The butler glanced at a circular object consisting of separate strips of metal spinning rapidly, with a motionless pendulum in the center. "It will help you identify him. A member of your army took a much-needed trip at my request. There, he found a demon who's known about our plight for quite some time. He established an instrument that could detect any form of the supernatural associated with God himself."

"Who was he?"

Heathcliff shrugged. "His vessel was a Croatian man. Decided he liked the people enough to walk amongst them as one of their own. He's a prophet for Lucifer, which explains how he was able to predict the birth of both you and your enemy. That's when he created that which I now hold in the palm of my hand. Named it Svijetlo Trazilo, or Light Finder. If you're in the presence of an angel, prophet, or . . . the Light Bringer himself, you'll know it, because the pendulum in the middle will sway."

Dean tilted his head to the side. "Light Finder, huh? Well, this certainly levels the playing field, now doesn't it? But how do we know if he's even around here?"

Heathcliff grinned. "I have word that the person you seek resides in Selma. Shouldn't be long before you find him."

Dean was hard. Or, at least, he could feel himself getting hard. It must have been the adrenaline. The knowledge that he was finally on the right track send such a wave of lust flowing through him that it was hard to focus on anything other than the arousal flowing through his tainted veins.

"This is excellent work, Heathcliff. I think it calls for a celebration, don't you?"

"Absolutely."

Dean smiled. "I'm glad you feel the same way. Go fetch me the boy. It's been a couple of weeks since I've dipped my wick in that lubed up hole of his."

Heathcliff's chuckle was short-lived. "I thought he said he needed space?"

Dean's smirk evaporated. He'd been in such a state of euphoria that he'd forgotten all about his little dilemma with Sammy. "Oh, fuck it. Bring him here against his will if you have to. It's about time I got to the bottom of whatever is going on with him myself."

The butler left Dean alone with his thoughts. With the little matter of the Light Bringer resolved for the time being, the only thing left was Sam. The demon wasn't sure what was going on with the child, but desperate measures had to be taken in order to prevent him from thinking he had any freedom apart from Dean whatsoever. He would set a romantic tone for the boy, make him believe that the only thing Dean wanted was to fuck, and when he had him right where he wanted him, he'd simply slip a special serum in little Sammy's drink that will enable him to finally get what he wants badly enough to kill for . . . he'd get the truth.

Sam could feel the rhythm of the music vibrating through his bones, forcing the movement of his waist as he swayed provocatively to the sensual beat blasting from the speakers. He could feel the eyes of every man in the room on him, and some of the ladies as well. The thought sent a spike of power surging within him, making him feel like he could command every person in the room to do his bidding with just a quick sashay of his hips. Drunk on vodka, his vision blurred in an array of colors ranging from light to dark, each one blending together to form the most beautiful vision.

The presence of Meg and Aimee were not lost on the intoxicated boy, and he could feel Meg's body beneath his hands as he grinded up against her, with Aimee behind him licking at his earlobe. Somewhere deep down, he knew he shouldn't be doing this, that something about this scene was terribly wrong, but he just couldn't help himself. He hadn't felt this good in as long as he could remember, and he would be damned if he was going to throw it all away now. For what? So he could brood over the mess his life had become? So he could busy himself with responsibility, honor, and code? Fuck that. Tonight, he wanted to forget it all and just have a good time.

Time passed by fast, so fast that he barely registered leaving the dance floor until he found himself in a dark corner of the club with both of the girls. The first thing he noticed was Meg's back rubbing against the wall, both of her legs wrapped around Sam's waist as he slid his cock in and out of her slowly, making her moan loudly with every inch he fed her dripping pussy.

He was fucking her. He could see that now, but he couldn't stop. It just felt so good, so right. Burying himself in that tight heat gave him more of that power he could feel himself craving. Her moans only intensified his need to dominate her, and he let out a growl as her inner walls clenched around him, alternating his thrusts in an effort to draw out her orgasm as long as he could.

"Sam!" Meg cried out. "Oh, fuck, I'm coming! I'm coming!"

The entire time he was screwing his friend, he could hear Aimee's dirty words echoing loudly in his intoxicated ears, whispering her desire for him in such a way that he threw Meg aside before she'd gotten through the aftershocks of her climax, positioning Aimee in her place.

The first slide in made both of them groan. Staring into her eyes, he licked at her lips and began to thrust slowly, intimately. Their tongues tangled together as he screwed her up against the wall, relishing in her sighs of pleasure.

She was murmuring to him now, so low that he could barely hear her through the music.

"Do you feel that? Feel that little . . . wet cunt wrapping around your dick so snug? Feel that power running through your veins, Sam? Isn't it wonderful the way your cock is fucking that pussy like you own it?"

Sam's groans only spurred her on. "You can have this all the time, Sammy. Who needs Dean when you've got this? Fuck that pussy, baby. Take it all, Sam. You don't need him. You don't need anyone. All you need is what's right in front of you: a nice, wet, tight cunt squeezing you so fucking good. Fuck it, Sam. Show it who owns it."

The sight of his dick ramming in and out of her was too much for him. Her words were too much for him. The thrill of being so utterly . . . dominant over another human being was too much, and he could suddenly see why Dean was the way he was, why the power enveloped his very being and turned him into such a commanding presence, bending everyone to his will like they were beneath him. Sam wanted that. He didn't know why he felt the need. Maybe it was the booze, maybe it was the music, maybe it was the mind-blowing orgasm he could feel building from someplace deep inside. Whatever the reason, he wanted that power, and he wanted it now.

Sam felt his fingers clench in Aimee's hair before he saw it happen, tilting her head upwards and exposing her throat. Leaning in, he bit her hard enough to draw blood, and her scream of pleasure/pain was what inevitably sent him over the edge. He pulled out just before he climaxed, spraying her pussy with his come. Before it could end, he thrust inside her once more, chuckling at her cries of ecstasy.

"Come for me," he whispered. "Come on daddy's cock."

Aimee threw her head back and sobbed Sam's name, adding fuel to the child's already intoxicating power trip. Her pleasure was written all over her face, leaving Sam so mesmerized by what he'd done that he didn't see Alistair and Azazel smirking down at the scene before them from atop the balcony looming over the club, entirely pleased with the unexpected dive Sam had taken into the darker side of human nature.

"Well, I'll be damned," Azazel grinned happily. "That kid really does know how to party."

"You were right to bring her back," Alistair chimed in. "I just didn't see it until now. So, what happens after this?"

"Nothing. We let nature take its course. We might not need to separate the boys if Sam continues on his downward spiral into his own demise. If we can get him to turn evil, then he won't get in the way. We'll have turned God's most powerful weapon against him, leaving him powerless to stop us. I will say though: it will be nice to see how Dean reacts to all of this."

Alistair laughed.

It really was turning out to be one hell of a night.