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Coming back to their home state after two decades caused a bit of tension between the brothers. At first, Sam had dreaded the idea of coming back, considering the last time he had been near his past house was when he lost his mother for the second time in the search for Azazel, or really her spirit. However, after a few days of searching for omens and seeing familiar places he came to terms that there are far worse places to call home, and far worse places to return to. Sure, the two had not gone into their old house, or even desired to drive near it, and some areas were still stodgy to the hunter, but that doesn’t mean it affected Sam like it had Dean. Instead, the whole thing was a blurry déjàvu to him, it was the same library he had sat at in 2005, same research, just a different demon. And now, hovering over a 3000 paged book at 2am sleep deprived and unmotivated he wished finding Belial was as easy as Azazel had been.

After several hours of research the Winchester had gathered a large amount of text on Belial, or as he had found out, the "Chief of demons." The more text he read, the more Sam had grown less and less confident to go through this with just Dean and himself. Although they had taken down lucifer single-handedly, that was more than 20 years ago, and Belial was definitely not a demon you would want to mess with. In a quick summary, Sam had found that he was a fallen angel and one of Satans most important and corrupt generals. The ancient Hebrews believed that Belial was the next angel created after Lucifer and was venomous from the start, being one of the first to rebel against God. After his fall, he was said to be the personification of evil and is deceptively beautiful in appearance, much like Lucifer, and was also paired with a ‘soft voice that was full of treachery, recklessness and lies.’ Belial was also described to be dedicated to creating wickedness and guilt in mankind especially in the form of lust, a fact that made Sam grow uneasy. The two brothers were definitely in over their head. Still, Sam continued to read deeper and deeper into the books, soaking up as much information as he could.

Darkness continued to emanate around the hunter, the only source of light within the building being the flashlight that was shining into the papers and research before him. That was until the unexpected click of a door, when a similar small source of light flashed through the empty building. Well, almost empty. Sam’s ears pricked as he cursed under his breath, unable to gain a good glance at the intruder. His mind wondered to a librarian forgetting her bag, doubting anyone would go to such an extreme length to bring back an overdue book. It could be Dean, Sam thought, letting his mind jump to different possibilities, or a demon. Just to make sure he wasn’t in danger or it wasn’t his partner with important news, Sam creeped his way around the bookshelf that was covering the table where he was studying, and falling asleep, at. The silhouetted figure had moved down the hall to a section Sam had visited earlier that night. Once noticing the subtle clicking of heels and a smaller frame Sam cancelled out the Dean option. With the possibility of a demon, the hunter moved quickly towards what he had now confirmed was a young woman’s body that looked oddly familiar to the Winchester. Shining his light on the back of the woman’s head he found himself praying that it would be a demon to avoid an awkward encounter, now was definitely not the time for an arrest. instead he came face to face with the exact opposite.

"EVELYN?" The winchester shouted, unconsciously dropping his torch on the tiled ground , causing a tremor of echoes to bounce off the walls. Sam stood there slack jawed at his niece just a few mere centimetres in front of him confusion swarming his mind. "Wha- what are you- why are you here?" He spluttered, trying to regain his composure from being caught off guard. His eyes followed Evelyn’s, then to the section the two were standing at, 'Historical files', and it all clicked. "Ian." He spoke through gritted teeth, closing his eyes as the realisation hit him and anger surged, “He told you, didn’t he?”. That demon had one job . His body grew tense, and he searched his nieces face. Of course there was warning signs about this, Evelyn did mention the demon had come to talk to her, but Sam was too blinded by the thoughts of; ‘Maybe this time they don’t have to be involved. Maybe this time a demon will keep to his word.’ Not seeing the lies as harmful, Sam chose to stay inside a burning building until the smoke became too thick to clear and the foundation began to crack. Now, it was Sam’s time to get himself out. But at that moment in time, sleep deprived and with his niece that he hadn’t seen in weeks standing in front of him, all he could think about was how much he had missed her. Sam couldn’t help but embrace the younger Winchester, letting his worries subside for a few seconds. "Well, I guess we have some things to talk about."

Demon; Prior to his death, Azazel was also the tyrannical leader of the demon world. [1] [2]

ey trace the omens caused by the demon’s presence to Salvation, Iowa. Belial also known as Beliar. Belial’s name is sometimes used as a synonym for Satan or the Antichrist, the epitome of evil. He is a fallen angel and one of Satan’s most important and evil generals. Belial is deceptively beautiful in appearance and has a soft voice but is full of treachery, recklessness and lies. He is dediciated to creating wickedness and guilt in mankind, especially in the form of sexual perversions, fornication and lust. In the Old Testament, the phrase “sons of Belial” refers to worthlessness and recklessness.

Belial’s name probably comes from the Hebrew term beli ya’al, which means “without worth.” The ancient Hebrews believed that Belial was the next angel created after Lucifer and was evil from the start, being one of the first to rebel against God. After his fall from heaven he became the personification of evil. St. Paul considered him to be the chief of demons. According to lore, Belial danced before King Solomon, and was among the demons who worked under the king’s command, ruled by Solomon’s magical ring.

The demonologist Johann Weyer said that Belial commands eighty legions of demons and serves as infernal ambassador to Turkey. Medieval magicians believed that sacrifices and offerings were necessary to invoke him. Belial was reputed to break his promises to magicians, but those who managed to gain his true favor were handsomely rewarded.

Throughout the girls childhood Sam usually found himself being the scolder of the two brothers. Whenever the girls went a bit too far on their aggression, did something stupid on a hunt, hell- even stealing an extra cookie at the age of 4, Sam was the one to do the gritty side of parenting. Although Dean did have his fair share, when these things popped up he was the one that stepped to the side, letting Sam deal with the fiery temper the girls somewhat held. As the two girls grew older he often described the young hunter like whiskey in a teacup. Now, seeing her huddled over and cowering, that scolding couldn’t be found. He could feel the dampness of her skin as he placed his hand upon her cheek. Sam didn’t say anything to reject Evelyn, and he didn’t need to. One look into his nieces eyes told him everything. Sam could see the urgency and hidden pain in her gaze as clearly as she was speaking her thoughts aloud. Really, it reminded Sam of his Stanford self in front of a burning apartment more than 30 years ago. Although through the course of his life Sam had become fuzzy on what it felt like to be 20, he could recall that desire anytime of the day. Trying his best to calm down his niece, like he had several times throughout her early childhood, Sam could remember how delicate she was for such a strong character. How throughout her teen years, when learning about the reasoning behind her mothers death, he would spot her with the same expression when training. She had fought her whole life for this, as had her dad. The realisation rose to Sam that this wasn’t fair.

Of course, the older Winchester didn’t exactly like it. Having his niece anywhere near trouble was something Sam could never get used too. In all honesty these days it felt as if Evelyn had been closer to him than Olivia, and Sam would rather die than see them hurt. Suddenly, his mind wandered to a scene he had made sure was imprinted in his memory when he couldn’t have been more than 12; “Idiot, idiot. IDIOT.” His fathers eyes bulged each time he yelled the word, “How could you be so goddamn stupid!” Sam put his hands to his ears, but his father grabbed them away, regurgitating the insult he had flung at Sam’s lanky frame and started to pull his son along with him. His dad continued to curse as he shoved Sam into the car, gathering the attention of a few other families that were now staring. Sam couldn’t quite remember what exactly he had said to set of John after a bad hunt, but he remembered mentioning his mother and how he wanted revenge, hoping to gain some praise for mirroring his fathers thoughts. But as soon as someone mentioned Mary in that, or in any way at all, his father always acted the same, not to mention the added stress and anger coming from a failed hunt. Soon his younger form was accompanied in the car by his dad, slamming his fists into the wheel with every curse that left his lips, not even bothering to glance at his son in the backseat. Sam remembered shrinking in the back of the car, flinching at every punch, hoping that somehow his father would forget him and the hunt and just be content with the wheel. Since that day, he had promised himself that no matter what he would try to understand his kids. To be better than his dad. And by trying to control and get angry Evelyn, he was doing just that.

"Ok." Sam said simply, brows furrowed in concern while he nodded his head in somber understanding. Really, there was nothing much more the hunter could say. But it was selfish to want to shield Evelyn from this due to his fear. “I can’t say the same for your father, but if it means this much to you, I can’t stop you Evelyn.” He smiled weakly, hesitantly accepting the events that had occurred. “Are you sure that demons safe? Is he still with you? What information have you gathered? Maybe we could exchange notes, help an old man out with his homework.” Sam tried to comfort Evelyn, “We will get through this as a family, or not at all.” He guided his niece over to the table where he has put his stray notes and books, not caring if the two were created a but more noise than necessary. Sifting through them he picked out a few vital papers, wanting to treat this as a normal hunt as much as he could. “So, you know about Belial huh? Mind telling me how thus all happened?” He chuckled lightly, “look, , I know this isn’t a normal hunt, and I’d be damned if something got to you or Dean in this plight. Remember no matter what, no matter how important seeing an end to this demon is, your safety comes first.” He said, thinking back to himself in front of that families house when finding yellow eyes for the first time, seconds away from running into a burning building. If Dean hasn’t stopped him and his determination to get Azazel, he might not be here. “Gun metal makes for a terrible last meal.”

Sam couldn’t help but let a hearty laugh escape his lips when he heard Evelyn’s reply, “yeah, I can’t argue with you there. Although, I thought you would prefer pie.” Slowly becoming more comfortable with the idea of Evelyn joining the hunt, however the thought of how Dean would react stung the back of the his mind. Evelyn was right, Dean was stubborn. Of course he had always been, it was a frustrating trait that his brother had carried through to middle age, which only exemplified when it came to the safety of his daughter. Sam remembered back to when Evelyn was born, Dean had changed then. He had a responsibility now, and much like he had for Sam when he was younger, he did all he could to take care of her. Sam didn’t truly realise himself how hard it was until he had his own daughter- their cries so grating, their sleep so erratic, and their screaming inconsolable, it would cause many to harden up or give up. But not for Dean, of course Sam was always there too, but it was always amazing how his brother took on the fatherly role, seeing as their own dad wasn’t the worlds best. Even when Evelyn was a teenager, and the looks Dean had given any guy that had tried to pick her up during a hunt, or a tough interview which he would put through any suitor. Although he could be laid back and sweet, he was also very protective, more so than Sam was with her and Olivia. In all honesty Sam wasn’t sure that Dean would even listen to him, he knew his fear was letting Belial hurt another one of his family members. “Hey, Eve, he’ll listen”, Sam tried to assure himself and the woman in front of him “I’ll talk to him, don’t worry too much, I mean there’s nothing we can do now is there?” Sam smiled, glad the mood had lightened in the room, and the smile that had now radiated of the younger Winchester. It was nice to not do research alone, anyway.

"The demons helping huh? Well it wouldn’t be the first time, maybe he’s grown a bit attached to a certain Winchester." He teased lightly, although remembering the promise he had made the prince made him a bit uneasy, a future favour. "Well, as long as he’s doing something productive, but I’ll tell you what, I might have to give him a bit of a word, selling me out not an hour or two after a deal? It’s just a bit rude." Sam really wasn’t sure whether to trust Ian anymore, and quite frankly it bothered him that he had decided to help out that extensively. But he couldn’t help but like the Prince of Hell, he was certain beyond all that talk wasn’t a complete douche, and an extra hand would always be welcome. "I guess we’ll be a team then. By the way, that Cece is quite a character, saved our lives." He smiled, gathering up his papers. “Deans at the motel, probably sleeping at that. If you’re willing to we can go there now. That way we can do this together? I’ll grab the information, you can talk about the Whaley house, which by the way sounds like it would be a good lead, and hopefully he won’t shout too much. After that, you can call your boyfriend and hope he has information on the house.” Sam suggested, taking the impalas keys in hand.

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