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I won't back down
I will not bow
I've come to bring you hell
And I can't forget things you did
I've come to bring you hell
-"Won't Back Down" - FUEL

"...you don't want to survive this... you want to die fighting
Lilith...because if you kill her, you survive this, then you have to
go on without your brother. This isn't what Dean would have wanted.
This wasn't what he died for."

Sam walked down the street, his fingers gripping the handle of Ruby's
knife. Lilith was here; just a few blocks away, waiting for him to
come and finish this. Oh, and finish this he planned on doing, even
if it was the last thing he did.

He didn't care if Ruby thought he wasn't ready. Didn't give a damn if
Lilith killed him in the process. As long as she went down with him,
Sam would welcome all of Hell and damnation. He just wanted to see
that bitch's head on a bloody platter and to know that Dean's death
had been vindicated.

Three months now he had been waiting for her. Three grueling months
of hunting, following leads, ANYTHING to find her and now he was
there.

He had watched the hell hounds rip Dean to shreds. Each claw mark on
his chest had felt like one to his soul. And staring into Dean's
lifeless eyes had been the knife in his heart. Without Dean at his
side, there was nothing left for Sam to fight for. His family all
gone in an effort to protect him.

And no one ever bothered to ask if he wanted them too. Hell, he'd
rather his family all be alive and him dead in the ground if it would
give them a better life.

But that wasn't an option. This was now, and there was nothing that
was going to stop him from walking into that house and ripping the
demonic bitch into pieces before gleefully sending her back to hell.
He couldn't back down, not after what she did to Dean. To him.

And if Sam was lucky, he'd be with his brother again by nightfall.