Hey guys! For those of you who follow me, you know that I started school this week. Let me tell you: Hell. I had anxiety the whole first class period and wrote fanfiction instead of an essay. I just haven't had time to get to my laptop to write until now.

I'm doing this instead of showering. You're welcome.

This was it. The end. The literal end of the world. And it was all his fault.

Sam Winchester sat on the edge of a bed in a dingy motel room, just staring at his hands. Dean was pacing around the room, freaking out. His brother's panicked voice seemed a million miles away.

He was falling...He couldn't breathe...

"Sam! Sam, what's going on?" Dean was suddenly in front of him, shaking his shoulders.

"What..."

"Shit, you're having a panic attack." Dean sat beside him and rubbed circles on his back, attempting to comfort the hyperventilating hunter. "Breathe, Sammy."

Sam tried to slow his breathing. "My fault." He choked out.

"It was more of a group effort, if that makes you feel any better."

"It's the end of the world, Dean. Lucifer is free."

"It's okay, Sammy. We'll figure it out. We always do."

"Let's treat this like any other case, okay?"

Sam chuckled darkly. "Okay, so how are we gonna ice the devil?"

"Uhh..."

"Exactly."

"Would you stop it? I'm over here trying to clean up the mess you made, again. The least you could do is keep those kind of thoughts to yourself. Okay Negative Nancy?" Dean snapped.

"Sorry," Sam mumbled. He knew Dean didn't mean to make him feel worse. They were both under a lot of stress. "What's our next move, then?"

Dean sighed. "I say we try to figure out what got us out of that church and onto a place. Something that powerful...and even better, on our side for once? I'll take it."

"Maybe it was Cas."

Dean avoided Sam's gaze. "No."

"How do you know?"

"I...left him at Chuck's place to fight off an Archangel."

Sam felt his stomach drop. Castiel was dead, and it was all his fault. "I'm sorry," He said quietly.

"Don't be."

The brothers jumped as they heard the rustling of wings and a familiar, deep voice.

"Cas!" Sam resisted the urge to hug the angel.

"Son of a bitch. How'd you get out alive?"

"I didn't."

"Care to elaborate?" Dean raised an eyebrow. "I gotta say, you look great for a ghost-angel. Is that even a thing?"

Cas looked fine. Same messy dark hair, dirty trenchcoat, and puzzled blue eyes.

"Something brought me back."

"You too?"

Cas nodded. "I think it was God."

"Wait, you mean THE God? Where was he during the Apocalypse?" Dean scoffed.

"He works in-"

"No." Dean glared. "If you say 'mysterious ways', I am going to lose my shit."

Cas looked confused, but left the sentence incomplete.

"This could be a good thing." Sam said, "I mean, think about it. With God on our side, we could win."

Cas nodded. "Precisely. I will go look for him."

"Wait-"

But it was too late. Cas vanished, typical of the angel to leave without disclosing his plans.

"Well, what now?"

Dean rubbed his temples. "I don't know about you, but I'm beat. I say we hit the sack and figure it out in the morning."

Sam could agree with that.

Sam was out cold within minutes of laying down. His dreams were normal - Normal meaning filled with scenes of burning houses and bloody ceilings.

Then he felt a presence next to him. He opened his eyes, and found himself face-to-face with someone he hadn't seen in years. Jess.

"Jessica." He breathed.

"Hey baby, I've missed you." She smiled, her familiar dimples making an appearance. God, how he missed that smile...

"I've missed you too, Jess." Sam wished it wasn't a dream. He would give anything to touch her again.

"We need to talk, Sam." Jess's face grew serious.

This was weird. Usually when he dreamed of Jess, they just cuddled. Or she burned...

"You are Lucifer's vessel."

Ah. There it was. He knew it had to be a nightmare. "Right." He laughed bitterly.

"I'm serious." Suddenly Jess's beautiful face morphed into that of a man.

Sam yelped and fell out of bed.

The man laughed. "Why do I always get that response?"

"Who are you?" Sam glanced over at Dean's still form in the other bed, sound asleep.

"Your people have many names for me. Satan, Devil...my name is Lucifer though. I'm an angel." The man paused. " I say 'your people', Sam, but I really mean humans. You're not one of them, are you?"

"Shut up." Sam clenched his jaw.

"Ooh, sensitive subject? Well it's true. You see, you're special. You're my true vessel."

"No. I-I can't be."

"'fraid it's true. Any chance you'll make it easy for me, tell me where you are? Castiel's artwork on your ribs makes it harder to locate you, unfortunately."

"Go to Hell."

The man - Satan(?) snorted. "The end game is to rule Heaven and Hell. I'll be seeing you soon, Sammy."

Sam woke up in a cold sweat. He jolted upright, eyes roaming the room to make sure Lucifer was gone.

Dean groaned and stretched. "What is it, Sammy? Nightmare?"

"You could say that."

"Hey," Dean dragged himself over to Sam's bed. "What's got you so freaked out? Clowns or midgets?" He joked, trying to get a smile out of his brother.

It didn't work. "Satan."

"Sorry, Kiddo. That's gonna be a pretty common nightmare for the both of us now."

"You don't understand. He told me...He told me I'm his vessel. He's trying to find us." Sam swallowed hard.

Dean looked scared, but Sam could tell he was trying to hide it. "It was just a dream."

"I'm afraid not." Castiel appeared in the middle of the room. "Lucifer has found a temporary vessel. But Sam is the only person strong enough to permanently house his true form. On account of the demon blood."

Sam's worst fears were confirmed. He would never say yes.

After Castiel had gone, and Dean returned to bed, Sam quietly locked himself in the bathroom. The angels were smart and manipulative. He knew it was only a matter of time before Lucifer found a way to get him to say yes.

But not if he was dead.

He stared at the gun in his hand.

Here goes nothing.

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