I'm late. Again. What else is new?

I hope you will forgive me if I missed some errors in this, I'm not really thinking clearly at the moment. Maybe you heard about the shooting in a mall in Holland? Well, that is less than a kilometer from my house. Two of my cousins work in the store where the shooter committed suicide. Thankfully they are all in one piece, but the whole thing has left me quite upset.

It's 1.45 in the morning as I am typing this, and I know I won't be able to sleep. The fact that something so horribe can happen so close to home is honestly terrifying. As far as I know now, seven people died and over a dozen were injured. My thoughts go out to them and their families.

Despite all this, I am still posting this chapter today. You have waited long enough and frankly, I could use a little distraction.

Despite all this, enjoy!

You got to listen all you mugs and revers, if you do any wrong

You make it right

You can't be a make-believer, 'cause soon you're gonna pay the price,

Lying, hate and pain, all part of the devil game,

Got his foot inside the door, but you can't let him use you anymore


Sam didn't respond. His breathing was slow and deep. Dean grabbed his arm and shook him lightly. Sam didn't stir. He didn't even twitch.

"He needs a hospital," said the Sheriff somewhere behind him. "He lost too much blood."

"No." Dean checked the bandage around Sam's shoulder. "It's not bleeding anymore. This is something else."

"How the hell do you know?"

Dean gave the man an annoyed look. "Because I know my brother. He'll keep going until he drops dead."

He turned back to Sam. "Come on, little brother. What is messing with you this time?"

"What're you gonna do? Glare at me?" Sam knew defiance probably wasn't his best option right now, but he couldn't help himself. He smiled faintly. Learned from the best, I suppose.

"You cannot even begin to understand what I can do," said the angel. "I can look into your heart, I can show you your greatest fears."

"Like what, the Stay Puff marshmallow man?"

The angel's eyes flashed in anger. A low growl echoed through the church. Sam looked up in alarm.

The soft sound of claws on the stone floor approached through the isle.

The angel laughed softly. "I know your fears. Like I know your sins. I felt you. It woke me after all those years." The angel tilted his head. "It is my duty to take you before God and let your soul be judged."

Sam stood up from the pew, fighting the pressure that was trying to keep him down. "Then get on with it already!" he shouted in defiance. "Enough of your empty threats and mind games. If you want to kill me, just do it."

The angel smiled faintly. "No," it said quietly. "Now that I have you here, I will take my time. You will pay for the things you have done."

"I thought you wanted to take me before God." Fighting the pressure trying to keep him in place, he started walking towards the altar. "Since when is it up to an angel to make judgment?"

The angel looked down on him. "When you first came here, I could feel you were not alone. I felt him inside your heart. You carried him with you. It's his presence that woke me." The white eyes flashed in fury. "You walked the earth with the devil inside you. And for that you will pay."

Sam took a shaky breath, feeling the blazing eyes looking right through him. Once again it all came down to this.

To Lucifer, to Sam.

The pressure around him grew suddenly, pinning him in place. But the angel couldn't keep him from speaking.

"If you wanted to kill the devil, you're a little late. I hate to break it to you, but the apocalypse came and went and you slept through it all."

A warning growl echoed through the church. Claws scraped on the stone floor.

Sam kept his eyes fixed on the angel's face. He was quite sure this was a dream. That meant that the Hellhound wasn't real. That anything it would do to him wasn't real. And if it wasn't a dream… well, he'd cross that bridge when he got to it.

"You are not Michael, because I dragged him down to hell to spend eternity playing dodge with Lucifer. I don't know what you are, but when I get out of here I'm gonna hunt you down and burn you alive. Do you understand me?"

The angel didn't speak, but his eyes flashed with fury. Without warning, the Hellhound leapt onto Sam's back and sunk its teeth into his neck.

A low growl vibrated through the darkness. Dean looked up nervously. He had never felt this vulnerable before. There wasn't enough salt to make a circle. The only weapon he had was his gun and that wasn't gonna kill a Hellhound. And above all, Sam was still out and he was surrounded by a bunch of annoying civilians.

"Well, this sucks," he muttered to himself.

Claws scraped over the stone floor, suddenly alarmingly close.

"Padre, I need all the holy water I can get," Dean said tensely. "Make sure everyone here has some. If anything moves, anything at all, soak it."

"You are gonna fight that thing with water?" The sheriff shook his head in disbelief. "I've had enough. When I see this thing, I'm gonna put a bullet in its brain and that is it."

Dean narrowed his eyes in annoyance. "You can try, if you want to get chewed to ribbons. I just emptied an entire clip into the damn thing and it's still walking around. And besides that, you won't see it."

"What do you mean I won't see it?"

"Because you can't see it. Not unless your time's up and it's coming for your soul."

"You are insane!" shrieked Marge. "These things aren't real."

"Lady, I see things that you think aren't real every damn day of my life and trust me, they could all kill you. So take the holy water and do as I tell you, okay?"

Dean ignored her outraged look and clutched the little flask of salt Sam had given him tightly in his hand. It wasn't near enough to do them any good. He swore under his breath.

"Come on Sam, I could use your help right now."

Sam moved faintly under his hand. Dean immediately turned his attention back to his brother. "That's it, Sammy. Rise and shine."

Sam muttered something under his breath, his fingers twitching a little. Dean grabbed his shoulder and shook him a little. "Come on, Sam! Snap out of it."

Without warning, Sam bolted upright, nearly hitting his brother in the face. He was panting harshly, struggling against an unseen enemy.

"Sam!" Dean grabbed his arm and ducked a punch to the face. "Relax dude, it's me."

"Dean?" Sam drew a shaky breath. He leaned forward and rested his head in his hands.

"Sam, what the hell?" said Dean sharply. "I turn my back for two seconds and you just zone out on me. What is going on here?"

"It wanted to tell me something," muttered Sam. Without elaborating any further he pushed himself up, leaning against the altar to keep his balance.

Father James put a hand on his arm. "Are you alright, son?"

Sam nodded distractedly. He was staring up at the wall behind the altar. Or at the black curtain covering it to be exact. "Father, why did you cover the painting?"

Dean shook his head. "Sam, there's a Hellhound running loose in here, do you really think this is the time to discuss art?"

Sam ignored him, keeping his eyes on the priest. "Please, Father. It's important."

Father James looked away from him. "It got… damaged… the night Jake died. I don't have the money to have it restored."

"Did you ever see anything unusual about it? Anything out of the ordinary?"

Dean's eyes flicked to his brother's face. He knew that tone. This was exactly the way Sam spoke to nearly every witness he interviewed. It was the way he spoke when he knew they were lying.

"Well… it's ugly, but that probably isn't what you mean."

Sam narrowed his eyes. "You need to tell me the truth, Father. Did you ever see it move?"

Dean did his best to ignore Marge's disbelieving huff behind him. The Sheriff wasn't even listening. He was pacing the edge of the circle with his gun in his hand.

The priest hesitated. "I… ah… sometimes. When I turn the lights off. But it's just… my imagination. Right?"

Sam walked around the altar. "We'll see about that."

He grabbed the black curtain and pulled it away. A strong gust of wind roared through the church, followed by the bark of the Hellhound.

I hope this turned out okay, despite the fact that my head isn't really in it right now. I hope to have the next chapter up soon, but no promises unfortunately.