Disclaimer: Eric Kripke owns Supernatural, not I. If I did, Dean would probably be a demon by now.

Warning: Post "Heaven and Hell" AU with references to past events with tiny nobody knew it's there twists. Also, be warned of Dean's mouth. I think the amount of "language" is right though.

Note: This idea has sat in the back of my Physics notebook since "Heaven and Hell".

Hundreds of seals are waiting to be opened.

Only sixty-six need to be broken.

Sixty-five down, one to go.

Lucifer's Body.

"Damn it, Sammy!" Dean growled as the hot needle sheered through his skin, stitching the deep slash present closed.

Sam grimaced and tied the last knot tight, muttering under his breathe, "Sorry, Dean." The younger brother cut the suture and started wrapping the arm with a thin layer of white bandage. "Damn, we're running out of first aid stuff."

Dean exploded at that, "Of course we are! We mortals are getting thrown around and blasted to pieces! All because of that bitch Lilith and her fucking seals!" He shot up from the kitchen chair in the motel room that they were staying at.

"Dean, calm do-"

"NO!" Dean growled as he stormed to the mini-fridge and grabbed a beer. "It's all because of her that Bobby's in a coma and Ellen- "

Dean stopped suddenly and glanced up at Sam. He was calmly putting things away in his bag of stuff and only glanced back. 'Right, touchy subject.' And with that, the eldest just collapsed onto his bed and tipped back his beer.

The peace didn't last long. A knock on the door caused Sam to take a gun and walk to the door. His peaked through the eye hole and sighed, "It's just Castiel."

Dean groaned. "Damn, what does that prick want now?"

"Uriel's not with him," Sam revealed, happy with the fact himself, as he started unlocking the door.

"Just get his butt in here," Dean ordered as he sat up from his position on the bed.

The angel strolled right on in and only eyed the two boys, not speaking until Sam had relocked the door. Sam still started the conversation, "What are you doing here, Castiel?"

The angel sighed, "Your hunter friends were killed before I got to them. I'm sorry."

"Damn it, Castiel! We knew that already!" Dean thundered angrily as he got up in Castiel's face.

Sam grabbed his brother's arm lightly with a warning muttering of, "Dean…"

"I'm sorry for your loss."

Dean snorted and rolled his eyes as he backed away from the angel, "Like Hell you are. You're just upset that we couldn't save another one of your precious seals."

"Dean."

"We have save twice the number… at least twice the number that bitch has to open and you still don't care! So many good hunters and innocent people have died because of this stupid crusade you have! You don't even care when one of your angel brothers dies!" Dean shouted.

Castiel interrupted, "That was seal sixty-five."

Sam and Dean both paused, "What?"

"The seal that you two were sent after was seal number sixty-five for Lilith. She just has one more seal to break," The angel explained calmly.

Dean growled, swore and kicked the nearest wall. Sam just sat dumbfounded into the nearest chair. "So, she's won."

"No, not yet. There still number sixty-six," the angel tried to explain.

Sam shook his head, "No, there are too many left to protect. We'll never be able to-"

Castiel shook his head harder, "No, the last seal is different."

"How? How the hell is this fucking seal any different than the other sixty-five?" Dean questioned, still sore from the resent defeat.

Castiel explained, "The last is an all-or-nothing type of seal. This is the most important seal and has to be number sixty-six."

When the angel paused, Sam urged, "Well, what's the seal?"

"The seal is more of a ritual. A ritual to create Lucifer a container, a body."

Dean swore, "Well… shit…"

Yes, I killed Ellen and put Bobby in a coma. Bobby will be back before the end of the story. Jo MAY make an appearance.

Well, review please. Flame will be taken and used to burn Alastair and Uriel. Review and GOOD criticism will be used as fuel for writing more. You know the button!