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Post by Dean Winchester on Feb 4, 2015 13:41:57 GMT -5
Sam's body lay unmoving on a bed in the basement of an abandoned house in Cold Oak. It was a convenient location and he was too heavy to move much further anyway. Bobby had gone out to get them something to eat. Dean simply stared at Sam, his whole body numb with grief. A nearly empty bottle of whiskey sat loosely in one hand at his side. He didn't know how long Bobby had been gone for before he returned, a bucket of fried chicken in one hand. "I brought you some lunch" he called lightly, setting the bucket down on a table in the room next to Sam's bed. "No thanks" Dean declined in a monotone, his eyes never leaving Sam. "I'm fine." It was probably the first time on record he'd ever refused food.
"You should eat something" Bobby advised in an almost fatherly concern. Dean clenched his jaw and took a long swig of whiskey. "I said I'm fine." Bobby joined Dean in the doorway, glancing briefly at Sam before turning his focus to the brooding older Winchester. "Dean...I hate to bring this up, I really do. But don't you think maybe it's time...we bury Sam?" Dean didn't bat an eyelid. "No." Burying him meant giving in. Finally admitting out loud to the world that Sam was truly dead. Bobby tried again kindly. "We could-""What? Salt and burn his corpse" Dean filled in calmly, finally turning away from Sam. "No. Not yet."
There was a heavy pause and then Bobby tried yet again. "I want you to come with me." Dean dropped down into a chair at the table stubbornly. "I'm not going anywhere." Bobby furrowed his brow. "Dean, please." Dean looked up from the table irritably. "Would you cut me some slack??""I just don't think you should be alone, that's all" Bobby returned gently. "And I gotta admit, I could use your help." Dean snorted and looked away. "Look, something big is going on out there, alright" Bobby argued, moving closer. "End of the world big and"- "Then let it end" Dean snapped violently, slamming one fist down into the tabletop before bulleting to his feet. Bobby's face crumpled. "You don't mean that" he whispered worriedly. "You don't think so, huh?" Dean slowly advanced on Bobby, his voice low. Tight. "You don't think I've given enough?" He inclined his head towards Sam. "You don't think I've paid enough? I'm done with it. All of it. And if you know what's good for you, you'd turn around, and get the hell out of here."
Bobby simply remained where he was, shaking his head somberly. Growing impatient, Dean stepped forward and shoved Bobby hard in the chest with both flat palms. "GO!!!" Bobby staggered back a few steps in surprise before steadying himself. Feeling guilty, Dean retreated a few steps, his expression downcast. "I'm sorry. I just...please. Go." He needed to be alone with Sam. "You know where I'll be" Bobby finally sighed reluctantly, giving in, as he turned and left. Dean finished off the whiskey bottle and tossed it aside, returning to sit in a chair by Sam's bed, staring down at him miserably. A single tear slid down his cheek. ~~~
Several hours later, as night began to fall, Dean hadn't moved. "You know, when we were little— and you couldn't been more than 5— you just started asking questions. How come we didn't have a mom? Why do we always have to move around? Where'd Dad go when he'd take off for days at a time? I remember I begged you, "Quit asking, Sammy. Man, you don't want to know"." He gave a watery chuckle, his voice shaking slightly. "I just wanted you to be a kid... Just for a little while longer. I always tried to protect you... Keep you safe... Dad didn't even have to tell me. It was just always my responsibility, you know? It's like I had one job... I had one job..." He drew in a shuddery breath, staring with a haunted expression at Sam's lifeless body. "And I screwed it up. I blew it. And for that, I'm sorry." He raised one hand to wipe the tears from his face, but as they kept coming it was a somewhat pointless venture. "Sammy, I'm so sorry" he repeated, in a choked up voice.
Calming himself down marginally, he went on in a more stable voice. "I guess that's what I do. I let down the people I love. I let Dad down. And now I guess I'm just supposed to let you down, too. How can I? How am I supposed to live with that?" He closed his eyes briefly, just feeling the raw pain course through him. "What am I supposed to do now Sammy" he asked after opening his eyes again, swallowing hard. Standing and kicking aside his chair, he hollered desperately to no one in particular: "What am I supposed to do???!!!" ~~~
Ten minutes later, his mind made up, Dean was in the Impala. He drove at highly illegal speeds to the closest crossroads about twenty minutes from Cold Oak. Skidding the car to a halt, he jumped out, moved around to the trunk and hastily threw together the needed ingredients in a tin box which he then planted in the exact center of the crossroads. Straightening and dusting off his hands, he waited impatiently. "Oh come on already" he muttered, turning in a complete 360 degree circle to inspect each of the four possible directions. "Show your face you bitch" he snapped loudly when still no demon made an appearance after a few more minutes. There was a chuckle behind him and he spun around instantly to come face to face with an attractive woman in a tight black dress who was eyeing him with amusement. "Easy sugar, you'll wake the neighbors." Her eyes flashed red for a moment. Then they returned to the possessed human's natural brown as she began circling Dean slowly with a lazy smile. "Dean. It is so, so good to see you. I mean it. Look at you. Gone and got your whole family killed. All alone in the world. It's too sweet. Excuse me, you're gonna have to give me a moment." She'd finished her circle and was back to where she'd started in front of him, clearly enjoying herself. "Sometimes you gotta stop and smell the roses." Dean clenched his jaw. "I should send you straight back to hell."
She raised a mocking eyebrow. "Oh you should. But you won't. And I know why." She moved closer, lowering her voice with a wink. "Following in Daddy's footsteps. You wanna make a deal. Little Sammy back from the dead, and—let me guess— you're offering up your own soul?" Dean gave a curt nod. "There are a hundred other demons who'd love to get their hands on it. And it's all yours. All you got to do is bring Sam back. And give me ten years— ten years, and then you come for me.""You must be joking" the demon returned at once, flatly. Dean frowned. "It's the same deal you give everyone else" he argued. "You're not everybody else" she countered immediately, making a valid point. So Dean edited his original offer down a year. "Nine years.""No." He edited it again. "Eight." Her lips twitched in mockery. "You can keep going. I'll keep saying no." Dean exhaled sharply. "Ok, fine. Five years. Five years, and my bill comes due. That's my last offer— five years or no deal." Five years was half of a usual crossroads deal. It was more than fair.
The demon strolled towards him, as though about to kiss him to seal the deal, but she bypassed his mouth, putting her lips next to his ear instead. "Then no deal." Dean turned his head so that they were eye to eye, his stare harsh. "Fine.""Fine." She chuckled and brushed past him, preparing to leave. "Make sure you bury Sam before he starts stinking up the joint" she called casually over one shoulder. Dean flinched, her words hitting him like a brick wall to the gut. "Wait." She paused with her back still to him, waiting as requested. "What do I have to do" he begged weakly. He'd do anything for Sam. Anything.
With a roll of the eyes, she returned to his side. "First of all, quit groveling. Needy guys are such a turnoff." She crossed her arms. "Look... Look, I shouldn't be doing this. I could get in a lot of trouble. But what can I say? I got a blind spot for you, Dean. You're like a... puppy. You're just too fun to play with." She watched him for a reaction. When she got nothing, she sighed and dropped her arms. "I'll do it." Dean refused to let himself show the jump of relief that had sparked inside of him. "You'll bring him back" he clarified steadily. "I will. And because I'm such a saint, I'll give you one year, and one year only." She advanced on him, getting right in his face with a dangerous glint in her eyes. "But here's the thing. If you try and welch or weasel your way out, then the deal is off. Sam drops dead. He's back to rotten meat in no time." She raised a questioning eyebrow. "So... It's a better deal than your dad ever got...what do you say?" A one year life-span was a hell of a short time, but Dean didn't even need to think it over. With a fiery passion, he gripped the demon by the back of her neck, pulled her towards him and placed his lips over hers.
Post by Sam Winchester on Feb 4, 2015 20:19:54 GMT -5
Sam's eyes snapped open. After an initial few seconds of disorientation, wondering what on earth had happened and where on earth he was, he became aware of the throbbing pain in his back. Wincing, he slowly got to his feet and crossed the room to the full length mirror on the opposite wall. With careful movements, Sam inched his shirt halfway up his back, revealing a stitched up wound trailing his spine. Little bits and pieces of what had happened between him and Jake started flitting through his clouded mind as he stared at the injury in deep thought.
He remembered their fight and he remembered the burst of white-hot pain in his back. He remembered Dean running towards him. And then...
Post by Dean Winchester on Feb 4, 2015 22:15:06 GMT -5
The second their lips had parted, the demon vanished and Dean hopped back into the Impala, driving even faster than he had on the way there. He skid the car to a halt where the tree blocked the path, sprinted the rest of the way to the abandoned house and scrambled down the stairs into the basement. "Sammy" he called out anxiously, rounding the corner and practically fainting with relief at the sight of his brother standing on his own two feet. Oh, and breathing. That was a big plus. "Thank God." He crossed the room in two long strides, pulling Sam into a tight hug.
"Oww." Sam winced. "Dean..." Dean released him and took half a step backwards, smiling widely. "Sorry. Sorry. I'm just really happy to see you up and about, that's all." Sam gave him a puzzled look before scrunching his eyes closed in pain. "Here, come sit down." Dean rushed to help him over to the table in the next room. Sam lowered himself into one of the two chairs with yet another wince. "Dean...what happened to me?""What do you remember" Dean hedged. Sam frowned, concentrating. "I saw you and Bobby, and... I felt this pain. This sharp pain, like... white-hot, you know, and then you started running at me, and... that's about it." Dean nodded in confirmation. "Yeah, that...that kid"- he had several other names for him, but stuck with kid for the time being - "...he stabbed you in the back. You lost a lot of blood, you know.... It was pretty touch and go for awhile." Boy was that accurate.
Sam's eyes widened in disbelief. "But Dean...you can't patch up a wound that bad.""No, but Bobby could" Dean lied instantly before changing the subject. "Who was that guy anyway?""His name's Jake" Sam explained tensely. "Did you get him?""No, he disappeared into the woods" Dean admitted. A muscle ticked in Sam's jaw as he got to his feet. "We have to find him Dean. And I swear, I'm gonna tear that son of a bitch apart" he growled. Dean placed a hand on Sam's shoulder and forced him gently back into the chair. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy Van Damme" he quipped. "You just woke up, all right? Let's get you something to eat. Huh? You want something to eat?" Sam considered this and then nodded. "Good." Dean removed his hand from Sam's shoulder with an agreeable nod.
"I'm starving."
We hunt monsters....you know who does that? Crazy people!
Post by Sam Winchester on Feb 5, 2015 8:01:51 GMT -5
Dean ordered them a pizza. While they were eating it, Sam filled him in on almost everything that had happened since he was zapped from the diner to Cold Oak. "And that's when you guys showed up" he finished, tossing his pizza crust back into the box and wiping grease from his hands with a napkin. Dean picked up the abandoned crust and took a bite. "That's awful. Poor Andy." Sam leaned back in his chair, discovered that that was a bad idea, and straightened up again, wincing. "The demon said he only wanted one of us to walk out of there alive" he mused, frowning. It had been bothering him since learning Jake had also gotten away. Dean raised an eyebrow. "He told you that?""Yeah." Sam scoffed bitterly. "He appeared in a dream." Had it not been a dream, he would have ended that bastard in a heart beat. Or died trying.
"He tell you anything else" Dean wanted to know and Sam was quick to lie. "No, that was it." Like hell was he going to say anything about the flashback or knowledge that he had demon blood coursing through his veins as they spoke. He quickly steered the conversation back to where it had veered away from. "You know, what I don't get, Dean, is if the demon only wanted one of us, then how did Jake and I both get away?" He could have sworn there was an uncomfortable flash in Dean's eyes but when he looked closer it was gone. "Well, I mean, they left you for dead" the older Winchester pointed out reasonably. "I'm sure they thought it was over." He took a large bite of pizza, turning away. "So now that Yellow Eyes has Jake, what's he gonna do with him" he asked after a minute of silence. "I don't know" Sam admitted gravely.
Post by Dean Winchester on Feb 5, 2015 10:25:47 GMT -5
"Hold on a minute" Dean objected, taking the seat across from Sam and staring him down. "You need to get your rest. We've got time." Sam shook his head rapidly. "No, Dean, we don't." Dean counted to five internally before saying patiently, "Sam, oceans aren't boiling, okay? Frogs aren't raining from the sky. Let's get you your strength back first." Sam considered this for a minute before asking, "Well did you call the roadhouse? They know anything?" Dean felt as though he'd been punched in the gut. In the joy of finding Sam, then the pain and panic of almost losing him permanently, he'd forgotten about the Roadhouse. He opened his mouth but couldn't make any words come out. Sam eyed him in concern. "Dean...what is it?" Dean swallowed hard. "The roadhouse burned to the ground. Ash is dead. Probably Ellen— a lot of other hunters, too." Sam looked at Dean with tears in his eyes. "Demons?" Dean nodded grimly, his own throat tight with emotion. "Yeah, we think so. We think because Ash found something."
Sam looked away for a minute and then returned his focus to Dean. "Well what did he find?" Dean shrugged. "Bobby's working on that right now." Sam nodded in determination and struggled to his feet, breathing deeply. "Well, come on then. Bobby's only a few hours away." Dean also rose, taking Sam by the shoulders. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop, Sam, just stop! Dammit. You almost died in there. I mean, what would I have..." He trailed off, releasing Sam and turning away with a pained expression. After getting himself back under control, he faced Sam once more. "Can't you just take care of yourself for a little bit, huh? Just for a little bit?"
"I'm sorry" Sam apologized softly. "No." He grabbed his jacket from the banister and began climbing the stairs slowly. Dean passed a weary hand over his face. Of course he couldn't. That would make things too easy. And where was the fun in that? ~~~
Dean only had to knock twice on Bobby's front door before he opened it. To say he looked surprised to see Sam would be the biggest understatement of the world's existence. "Hey Bobby." Dean gave the older man half a smile and then looked away quickly. "Hey Bobby" Sam echoed. Bobby at least had the presence of mind to close his mouth before the gaping started to make Sam suspicious. "Sam. It's good to ... see you up and around.""Yeah ... well thanks for patching me up." Sam pat him on the shoulder on his way past into the house. "Don't mention it." Bobby stared hard at Dean, who brushed past him, following Sam's path inside. Bobby closed the door, continuing to simply stare at Dean, clearly wanting some information on what had happened since he saw him last. Dean leveled him with a 'tell you later' look of his own before saying stiffly, "Well Sam's better. And we're back in it now, so... what do you know?" He pretended not to notice the curious look Sam was shooting his way.
Bobby stared at Dean another second before leading the boys to his cluttered desk. "Well, I found something. But I'm not sure what the hell it means.""What is it" Sam questioned, and as his focus was on Bobby, Dean was able to watch him carefully. Aside from the occasional wince, he truly seemed to be alright. "Demonic omens... like a frickin' tidal wave" Bobby was explaining, laying out a map. "Cattle deaths. Lightning storms. They skyrocketed from out of nowhere. Here. All around here, except for one place... " He jabbed one finger at the map. "Southern Wyoming." Dean peered closer. "Wyoming?" Bobby nodded. "Yeah. That one area's totally clean – spotless. It's almost as if...""What" the boys asked together. "The demons are surrounding it" Bobby finished. Dean tilted his head, considering the map. "But you don't know why?" Bobby removed his finger from Wyoming. "No, and by this point my eyes are swimming. Sam, would you take a look at it? Maybe you could catch something I couldn't." Sam nodded agreeably. "Yeah, sure." Bobby looked to Dean next. "Come on, Dean. I got some more books in the truck. Help me lug 'em in." His tone was polite and the excuse was valid enough but Dean knew Bobby was just itching to get him alone. He wanted answers.
And he didn't wait very long to pounce. The second they were a good enough distance from the house that Sam couldn't look out a window and spot them, Bobby rounded on Dean. "You stupid ass!! What did you do??" When Dean said nothing, he repeated the question more forcefully. "What did you do??!!" This time he didn't give Dean the opportunity to reply before shoving him hard in the chest. "You made a deal... For Sam, didn't you? How long did they give you?" Dean looked away with an exhausted, "Bobby...""How. Long.?" Dean looked back to Bobby with a stoic expression. "One year."
Bobby took a shocked step backwards. "Dammit Dean." Dean set his jaw. "Which is why we gotta find this yellow-eyed son of a bitch. That's why I'm gonna kill him myself. I mean, I got nothing to lose now, right?" Bobby stepped forward again, grabbing Dean by the collar. "I could throttle you!" Dean's expression didn't change. "What, and send me downstairs ahead of schedule?" Bobby let go of Dean, stepping backwards again, his expression trodden upon. "What is it with you Winchesters, huh? You, your dad. You're both just itching to throw yourselves down the pit." For the first time, Dean's tough outer shell began to crack. "That's my point. Dad brought me back, Bobby. I'm not even supposed to be here. At least this way, something good could come out of it, you know? I--I--It's like my life could mean something.""What? And it didn't before" Bobby blustered in outrage. "Have you got that low of an opinion of yourself? Are you that screwed in the head?!" He grabbed Dean by the collar again, shaking him hard.
Dean's hard exterior had all but vanished. A single tear slipped down his cheek, his voice choking up. "I couldn't let him die, Bobby. I couldn't. He's my brother." Bobby's expression didn't soften. "How is your brother gonna feel when he knows you're going to hell because of him? How'd YOU feel when you knew your dad went for you??" Dean hadn't considered that. He hadn't considered much actually. Just the thought of having to live without Sam and that was enough consideration for him. "You can't tell him." Dean's voice broke desperately. "You take a shot at me, whatever you got to do, but please don't tell him."
Bobby dropped Dean's jacket in defeat, beginning to cry silently. Dean was actually touched with the amount of concern Bobby was showing. However, before either of them could say or do anything else, a sudden noise from the other end of the junkyard grabbed their attention. Without saying a word, they crept in that direction and pounced on the intruder. Dean had them by the shoulders before he recognized a terrified, trembling Ellen. "Ellen" he cried in relief, pulling her into a hug. Ellen rested her head on his shoulder, sobbing. After a few seconds, she pulled herself back together, allowing Bobby and Dean to escort her back inside where she received another warm hug from Sam.
Once they were all sitting around the kitchen table, Bobby poured her a shot of holy water and slid it down the length of the table to her waiting hand. "Bobby is this really necessary?" Bobby smiled. "Just a belt of holy water. Shouldn't hurt" he added with a pointed look. Ellen rolled her eyes and downed the shot before sliding it back in Bobby's direction. "Whiskey now, please." Dean addressed her from the nearby counter he was leaning against. "Ellen, what happened? How'd you get out?" Ellen accepted the offered whiskey and swigged it down. "I wasn't supposed to. I was supposed to be in there with everyone else." She tapped the rim of the shot glass and Bobby leaned over to refill it. "But we ran out of pretzels. Of all things. It was just dumb luck." She emptied the glass again and this time Bobby refilled it without any prompting. "Anyway" she continued numbly. "I was just leaving the store when Ash called, panicked. He told me to look in the safe. Then the call cut out. By the time I got back, the flames were sky-high. And everybody was dead. I couldn't have been gone more than fifteen minutes." Sam touched her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Ellen."
"A lot of good people died in there. And I got to live." Ellen was tearing up again. "Lucky me" she finished somewhat bitterly. After a minute of somber silence, Bobby spoke up. "Ellen, you mentioned a safe?" She cleared her throat gruffly. "A hidden safe we keep in the basement.""Demons get what was in it?" Ellen pulled a folded map from an inner jacket pocket and spread it out on the table. "No." Dean pushed off of the counter and moved closer. It was an enlarged map of Wyoming with several black Xs marked off in key locations. This had to somehow connect to what Bobby had found earlier. The fact that they both had something to do with Wyoming was just too much of a coincidence. He gestured to the map curiously. "What does that mean?"
Post by Sam Winchester on Feb 5, 2015 15:00:59 GMT -5
Sam couldn't help feeling a little paranoid and self-conscious. Bobby kept staring at him when he thought he wasn't looking and then glancing idly off to one side whenever Sam would try to catch his eye. And then after every third or forth time of this, Bobby would switch targets and glance at Dean instead. And Sam could swear it was with some kind of mixture of remorse and rage at the same time. But Dean was either oblivious to these looks or just ignoring them.
Finally, just as Sam was about to crack and ask what was going on, Bobby whistled and lowered the heavy book he'd been reading (in between staring at the boys) onto the kitchen table. "I don't believe it." Glad for something to take his mind off of his insecurities, Sam jumped on this statement. "What? You got something?" Bobby nodded enthusiastically. "A lot more than that. Each of these X's is an abandoned frontier church— all mid-19th century. And all of them built by Samuel Colt." Dean sat up a little straighter in the chair he'd sunk into halfway through their research endeavor. "Samuel Colt— the demon-killing, gunmaking Samuel Colt?""That's the one" Bobby clarified, picking up a black marker. "And there's more. He built private railway lines connecting church to church. It just happens to lay out like this..." He began connecting the Xs with his marker until it created the shape of a star. Sam and Dean swapped awed looks. Dean got to his feet. "Tell me that's not what I think it is." Sam was majorly impressed. "It's a devil's trap" he breathed in wonder. "A 100-square mile Devil's Trap." Dean shook his head, amazed. "That's brilliant. Iron lines demons can't cross.""I've never heard of anything that massive" Ellen added. Bobby capped the marker and tossed it aside. "No one has."
"And after all these years none of the lines are broken? I mean, it still works" Dean questioned, not taking his eyes off of the map. "Definitely" Sam supplied in sudden inspiration, connecting what Bobby had discovered to what they had just put together. Dean looked his way in surprise. "How do you know?""All those omens Bobby found" Sam reminded him. "I mean the demons, they must be circling and they can't get in." Bobby shrugged, making a face. "Yeah, well... they're trying." Ellen looked puzzled. "Why? What's inside??""That's what I've been looking for. And, uh, there's nothing except an old cowboy cemetery right in the middle." Dean put a finger down in the center of the star. Sam frowned, working through all this in his mind. "What's so important about a cemetery? Or whatever's in there that Colt's trying to protect from the demons?" Dean lifted his finger from the map and crossed his arms with a thoughtful expression. "I've been thinking about that and...well...what if Colt wasn't trying to keep the demons out? What if he was trying to keep something in?"
Ellen chuckled weakly. "Well there's a comforting thought." Sam looked at Bobby, worried. "Could they do it, Bobby? Could the demons get inside?" Bobby shook his head firmly. "This thing's so powerful, you'd practically need an A-bomb to destroy it. No way a full-blood demon gets across." The way he'd phrased it struck a chord deep within Sam. And gave him the last piece of the puzzle. "No." He shook his head resolutely.
"But I know who could."
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Post by Dean Winchester on Feb 5, 2015 22:22:28 GMT -5
They packed up and headed for Wyoming. The ride was pretty quiet, all four of them lost in their own thoughts. Dean did his absolute best to just focus on the road and not keep stealing glances at his brother but boy was it hard. He was just so overjoyed that Sam wasn't dead and the memory of staring down at his pale, lifeless corpse was still somewhat burned into his retinas so it was going to take a bit for that to dissolve. And looking at alive Sam was helping. A lot. ~~~
The cemetery was deserted when they reached it. Each with a loaded gun at the ready, they placed themselves discretely around the cemetery, hiding behind different tombstone markers. Waiting for Jake.
And then suddenly, as night fell, there he was, approaching the crypt at the dead center of the cemetery. Dean's grip on his gun tightened and his eyes narrowed. It took all he possessed not to jump out and attack the guy immediately. But he waited until Jake was about a step from the crypt before stepping out from behind the grave, his gun raised. From around the cemetery, Sam, Bobby and Ellen were doing the same, their guns also trained on Jake. "Howdy Jake" Sam called with a carefully neutral expression as they advanced. Dean glared. Jake lost all color in his face. "You...you were dead. I killed you.""Next time finish the job." Sam moved forward another step, his neutral expression melting away, replaced by a much colder one.
"I DID" Jake snapped insistently. "I cut clean through your spinal cord, man. You can't be alive. You can't be." Dean felt Sam's eyes boring into him and looked off to one side quickly. Bobby looked from Sam to Dean and then to Jake, speaking slowly. "Ok...just take it real easy there...""And if I don't" Jake challenged. "What are you going to do? Kill me?""It's a thought" Sam countered icily. Dean flicked his eyes to Sam and then returned them to Jake who, rather than looking scared, was beginning to laugh. "What are you laughing at" growled Dean, finding nothing about the situation even close to funny.
Jake looked directly at Dean, while addressing Ellen. "Hey lady...do me a favor and hold that gun to your head." Dean, Sam, and Bobby all watched in horror as Ellen shakily aimed the gun at her temple. Jake chuckled. "See that Ava girl was right. Once you give in to it, there's all sorts of new Jedi mind tricks you can learn.""Let her go" Sam demanded. "Shoot him" Ellen pleaded in a shaking voice. "You'll be mopping up skull before you get a shot off" Jake informed them lazily. "Now everybody put your guns down...except you sweetheart." He winked at Ellen. Dean, though his blood was boiling in hatred and he wanted nothing more than to place a bullet between Jake's eyes, knew it wouldn't be worth it if they lost Ellen in the process. He looked sideways at Bobby and Sam, inclining his head slightly, and they simultaneously lowered their weapons. Jake nodded in appreciation. "Ok. Thank you." And then in the blink of an eye, three things happened in rapid succession.
Jake pulled the no-longer-missing colt from an inner jacket pocket and stuck it in the door of the crypt as some kind of key, Dean and Bobby rushed Ellen, using their combined strengths to get the gun away from her head before it went off, and Sam raised his gun again, firing off four rounds into Jake's back. As Jake dropped to the ground, coughing up blood and whimpering, Sam moved around to stand in front of him, his expression cold and calculating as he pointed the gun straight at Jake's heart. "Please" Jake begged, gasping for breath. Without hesitation or remorse, Sam pulled the trigger three more times, emptying his clip into Jake's chest. A light splatter of blood leapt up and sprayed him in the face. Dean watched this whole encounter, unsure of how he felt about it. Sure, there was no doubt in his mind that Jake deserved to die. And there was no doubt that while he would have loved to gank the son of a bitch who killed his brother, Sam had just as much reason to want him dead, and was very justified in the kill. It was just the way he did it and the look on his face when he did it that was bothering Dean.
But he didn't have time to dwell on that now. Two separate engravings on the crypt's door had been spinning this whole time, seemingly unending. But now they clicked to a halt and the crypt began shaking. "Oh no" Bobby muttered in horror. Dean, Sam, and Ellen all looked at him curiously. Ellen finally asked what they were all wondering. "What is it?" Bobby began backing away. "It's hell." He gestured wildly at the others. "Take cover. Now!" The other three sprinted for the safety of nearby tombstones. Dean had the presence of mind and forethought to grab the colt from the door of the crypt before doing the same. He'd barely gotten his back pressed firmly up against the closest tombstone when the shaking crypt burst open, spitting massive clouds of black smoke into the world. "What the hell just happened" Dean shouted over the roar of wind. "That's a devil's gate" Ellen explained from the next tombstone over, also shouting to be heard. "A damn door to hell!" More and more smoke poured forth. The iron railway lines were no match for the army of demon smoke which easily snapped them in half. "We've got to shut that door" Ellen hollered, ducking her head and running in that direction. Sam and Bobby followed immediately. Dean hung behind, an idea having just occurred to him. Looking down at the colt in his hands, he muttered thoughtfully, "if the demon gave this to Jake, then maybe..." His spine stiffening, he cocked the gun and pivoted. Yellow-eyes was indeed standing behind him with a smirk. Before Dean could fire however, the gun was supernaturally flung from his hand directly into yellow-eyes' hand instead. "Boys shouldn't play with Daddy's guns." He flicked his gun-free hand, sending Dean flying through the air. Crashing headfirst into a tombstone, which resulted in a long nasty gash on his now-throbbing forehead, and crumpling to the ground, winded, Dean watched the demon approach, feeling anger like never before flowing through him.
From across the cemetery, Dean heard Sam's alarmingly panicked shout of "Dean!" as he abandoned Bobby and Ellen, sprinting towards his brother. Without removing his eyes from Dean, yellow-eyes flung Sam into the trunk of a nearby tree, pinning him there. "I'll get to you in a minute, champ" he called over one shoulder, beaming. "But I'm proud of you— knew you had it in you." Wincing, Dean tried to struggle into a standing position, but yellow-eyes pointed from Dean to the tombstone he'd crashed into, forcing his back up against it. "Sit a spell." He squat in front of Dean, waving the colt around idly as he talked. Dean's narrowed eyes followed it, his breathing labored. "So, Dean... I gotta thank you. You see, demons can't resurrect people, unless a deal is made." He rolled his eyes in mock annoyance. "I know, red tape— it'll make you nuts. But thanks to you, Sammy's back in rotation." With a laugh, he continued rambling. "Now, I wasn't counting on that, but I'm glad. I liked him better than Jake, anyhow. Tell me— have you ever heard the expression, "If a deal sounds too good to be true, it probably is"?""You call that deal good" Dean snapped, struggling as hard as he could against the invisible bindings that held him in place.
"Well, it's a better shake than your dad ever got" he pointed out, raising an eyebrow. "And you never wondered why? I'm surprised at you. I mean..." He lowered his voice conspiratorially. "You saw what your brother just did to Jake, right? That was pretty cold, wasn't it? How certain are you that what you brought back, is 100%, pure, Sam?" Dean swallowed uneasily. He'd been having some doubts himself but one look past yellow-eyes' shoulder to Sam struggling against his own invisible bindings, a look of desperate concern for Dean's well-being covering his entire face and he knew it was Sam. All Sam.
"You of all people should know, that's what's dead, should stay dead." With a pointed look, yellow-eyes yawned and straightened up. "Anyway... thanks a bunch. I knew I kept you alive for some reason. Until now, anyway. I couldn't have done it without your pathetic, self-loathing, self-destructive desire to sacrifice yourself for your family." He pointed the cocked pistol at Dean's heart, preparing to shoot. Dean's heart was slamming into his ribs in fearful anticipation.
And then...out of nowhere, the spirit of John Winchester appeared out of thin air behind yellow-eyes and wrapped both arms around him. The cloud of black smoke that was the demon popped out of its meatsuit, which fell to the ground, unmoving, the colt still in one hand. John's spirit and the black smoke wrestled with each other for a few seconds before John was shoved to the ground and the smoke jammed itself back down its meatsuit's throat and rose to his feet once more. But in that ten seconds of time John had bought them, Dean managed to grab the colt. Which he was now pointing straight at yellow-eyes. Yellow-Eyes had no time to do anything other than widen his eyes in surprise before Dean, with a livid expression, was pulling the trigger. The bullet sunk itself deep into yellow-eyes' heart and with a lot of sparking and emitting of yellow light through the nose, eyes, and mouth, he dropped to the ground. Dead.
At almost exactly the same time Dean was shooting yellow-eyes, Bobby and Ellen had managed to slam the devil's gate shut. It was now eerily silent in the cemetery. Dean lowered the colt, getting slowly to his feet, stunned into silence as he looked from the demon at his feet to Sam and then to their father. John approached with tears in his eyes, resting one hand on Dean's shoulder. John looked from Dean to Sam and then back to Dean. All three Winchesters were teary eyed and though not one word was spoken, they understood each other perfectly. John nodded at his sons and took a step backwards. Looking skyward, he disappeared in a soft white light. The way ghosts ((well, the un-vengeful ones)) leave when their unfinished business has been taken care of.
The brothers looked down at the still smoking demon at their feet, completely and utterly astonished. The past 23 years of their lives had been devoted to hunting this thing down. Getting revenge. "Well." Dean gave a weak chuckle.
Post by Sam Winchester on Feb 6, 2015 23:50:01 GMT -5
Sam was speechless. He honestly could just not believe the yellow-eyed demon was dead. The monster that had ruined his life...had killed his mother, father and his girlfriend...was dead. The thing they'd trained for and hunted down for practically his entire life was no longer a threat. No longer a mission or priority. He remembered thinking his whole life about what he'd do when they finally caught up to and killed the damn thing. He remembered making a list of things in his head that he'd want to do when he could live in one area. Not move around hunting all the time. And he kept thinking that way, even up until about a year ago in Salvation, Iowa when they'd tracked it down. He remembered how he knew that the second they killed that demon he'd bullet back to Stanford and resume his normal life. And now that it had actually happened, he knew without a doubt that was not the life for him. Sticking with hunting and his brother. Even with their big revenge completed and yellow-eyes dead, that was what he truly wanted.
"You did it" he finally breathed, glancing up from the demon's corpse to lock eyes with Dean. "I didn't do it alone" Dean allowed modestly. Sam glanced over one shoulder at the now silent crypt. "Do you think....do you think Dad really climbed out of hell?" Dean tucked the colt away in an inner jacket pocket finally. "The door was open. If anyone's stubborn enough to do it... it would be him." Sam had to agree with that. John Winchester was one hell of a stubborn person. It was a trait both sons inherited in spades.
Sam swallowed. "I kind of can't believe it, Dean. I mean... our whole lives, everything... has been prepping for this, and now I...I kind of don't know what to say." Dean narrowed his eyes. "I do." He knelt beside yellow-eyes, his expression triumphant. "That was for our Mom." ~~~
The boys walked side by side towards where they'd left the Impala. Sam was waging an internal war with himself the entire walk. Finally, at long last, he couldn't hold back any longer. "You know, when Jake saw me... it was like he saw a ghost." He saw the way Dean's shoulders stiffened in a silent warning to abandon this line of conversation, but Sam pressed on. "I mean, hell, you heard him, Dean. He said he killed me.""Glad he was wrong" Dean countered lightly, moving towards the driver's side of the car. Sam swallowed hard. "I don't think he was." Dean opened the car door and Sam could see his knuckles whiten from the tenacity with which he was gripping on. "What happened" Sam demanded. "After I was stabbed?""I already told you" Dean began tensely but Sam, his heartrate beginning to speed up slightly in anticipation of what he was starting to suspect, cut him off. "Not everything." Dean slammed the car door closed and exhaled sharply. "Sam, we just killed the demon! Can we celebrate for a minute??" Sam would have given anything to be joyful at that moment. To do as Dean was pleading and let this matter drop so they could cheer the death of the thing they'd both hated for decades. But he needed the truth. He locked eyes with Dean. "Did I die?""Oh come on." Dean tried to brush it off. Sam stared hard at him. "Did you sell your soul for me, like Dad did for you?""Give me a break Sam" Dean snapped, still refusing to deliver a clear answer. Sam felt his throat tighten. "Tell me the truth Dean" he ordered, a slight tremor in his voice. Dean returned his head-on stare wearily. "Sam..." That was a good enough answer for Sam, whose eyes welled up. "How long did you get?" His voice was barely more than a whisper.
Dean sighed heavily. "One year." Sam bit his lip, more tears building. "You shouldn't've done that. How could you do that???" Dean advanced, his own eyes filling as well. "Don't get mad at me. Don't you do that." His voice shook. "I had to. I had to look out for you. That's my job." Sam sniffed, his vision blurring. "And what do you think my job is?" Dean blinked, obviously not expecting that question. "What?" The tears began to slowly spill out, leaking down his face. "You've saved my life over and over. I mean, you sacrifice everything for me. Don't you think I'd do the same for you?" Sam let the tears keep falling without bothering to reach up and wipe them away. "Dean, you're my big brother. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. And I don't care what it takes, I'm gonna get you out of this." He gave a watery chuckle.
Post by Dean Winchester on Feb 7, 2015 0:09:28 GMT -5
Dean gave a watery chuckle of his own, shaking his head. "Yeah, I guess." As the brothers got themselves back under control and dried their faces, Ellen and Bobby came jogging up. "Well... Yellow-Eyed Demon might be dead. But a lot more got through that gate" Ellen pointed out grimly. Dean rested his back up against the side of the Impala. "How many do you think?" Sam leaned up against the car next to Dean, crossing his arms. "Hundred. Maybe two hundred. It's an army. He's unleashed an army." Bobby nodded in confirmation. "Hope to hell you boys are ready" he informed them. "'Cause the war's just begun."
Dean knew that things were about to get tricky. And tough. And there was of course his whole one year left to live problem. But all he had to do was look sideways and see Sam and know that his younger brother was going to be alright...that whatever was coming they would handle it together...and he couldn't help but smile. "Well then..." He pulled the colt from his jacket and moved around to the Impala's trunk, opening it up. Propping up the false bottom with a shotgun, he tossed in the colt before slamming the trunk closed, his expression determined.
"We've got work to do."
[THE END.]
We hunt monsters....you know who does that? Crazy people!
