Sam's POV

Life is a mystery. You don't know what can happen but I knew one thing. I was tired of good winning. Not that I had a choice at first. But if Lucifer had simply asked me if I would join him instead of doing everything to me, I would accept his offer right there.

"Sam," Dean called, bringing me to reality.

"What is-" I started to ask then remembered.

"You really think you can stop Lucifer?" Cosette, a witch, spat.

"We have once and we'll do it again," Dean replied.

"Lucifer has plans for both of you. He won't let you defeat him," Cosette smirked.

"Guess he will just lose," Dean fought back.

"No, I won't," Lucifer growled.

Dean was determined to win. I, on the other hand, wasn't. Honestly, I was tired of fighting. But did I show that? Of course not.

"I assure you that one of you won't be coming out alive," Cosette grinned.

"No. Dean must be kept alive... for now," Lucifer spat.

"I will live," Dean simply answered.

I will live, I knew that for sure. But Dean? Lucifer would definitely kill him, or me for that matter. Like I said, I would join Lucifer in a heartbeat.

"You are dangerous and selfish. Just like what Lucifer said," Cosette replied.

"Careful, Cosette. Dean can be angered easily," Lucifer smiled.

"You have been quiet, too quiet," Cosette spoke, staring right at me.

"I-" I started.

"Sam knows what's good for him," Lucifer smirked. I don't remember much right after that but two things: complete darkness and a shout from Dean.

"SAM!"