Hello my fans! Welcome to my next instalment of the Supernatural Fanfiction. This next story will be the last two episodes of Season 1, "Salvation" and "Devil's Trap"! There will be a lot of quotes from the actual episodes so all rights and credit goes to the writers of Supernatural. I'll try and make some of these lines my own to fit in my only character Christina Winchester. But everything else belongs to the correct people. Please enjoy and comment on this story. Thank you again for the following and comments on my past stories. They're the most wonderful things in the world. Keep them up!

Chapter One

Sam's POV

I was watching Dad as he kept on researching, Dean was pacing back and forth and Christina was out grabbing food for the four of us. Dad had papers thrown all over a desk while the Colt sat in front of him. I glanced over at the walls covered with papers and maps and such all about the yellow eyed demon we had finally caught wind of. Dean's pacing was driving me further up the walls. I wished I had gone with Christina to get food but she wanted to be left alone. Most likely wanted to call her imaginary boyfriend back in Wisconsin.

"So this is it," Dad said looking over at both Dean and me. "This is everything I know." He saw the disappointed looks on our faces and he became offensive. "Look, our whole lives we have been searching for this demon right? Not a trace, just...nothing. Until about a year ago. For the first time I picked up the trail."

"That's why you took off." Dean stated and dad nodded.

"Yeah. The demon must have come out of hiding, or hibernation."

"All right, so what's the trail you found?" Dean asked finally taking a seat in front of dad. I felt myself relax as I could feel myself getting one step closer to avenging both mom and Jessica.

"It starts in Arizona, then New Jersey, California. Houses burned to the ground. It's going after families just like it went after us."

"Families with infants?" I asked trying to take mental notes myself.

"Yeah. The night of the kid's six-month birthday."

"So I was six months that night?"

"Exactly six months." Dad's eyes went dark with sorrow. It was hard all of us to remember what happened that night in my nursery. Of course when I wanted to remember both dad and Dean closed that door from their memories.

"So basically, this demon is going after these kids for some reason. The same way it came for me?" Guilt started to eat at my stomach as I came to my own conclusion on mom's and Jessica's death. "So mom's death...Jessica...they're dead because of me?"

"We don't know that Sam." Dean instantly jumped in trying to calm me down knowing that if he didn't diffused the bomb that was about to explode in my head things were not going to be good. But the fuse was already burning and he couldn't stop it in time.

"Oh really?" I snapped watching as Dean stood up to stop me from swinging and breaking something in the hotel. "Cause I'd say we're pretty damn sure Dean."

Dean's face scrunched in a scowl as he grabbed both my shoulders giving me a slight jolt to calm me down. He was frustrated as I was pretty sure dad was too. "For the last time, what happened to them was not your fault."

That was the worst thing Dean could say to me at the time. "Right," I felt my voice rise in anger. "It's not my fault but it's my problem."

"It's not your problem. It's our problem." There he goes again, I thought. Trying to fill my brain with absolute nonsense.

"That's enough, both of you." Dad's voice snapped both me and Dean out of the fight that was brewing over. Something I've noticed Christina must of inherited by dad.

Dean and I both took in deep breaths as we took a step apart letting the calm wash over us. "So why is he doing this? What does he want?" I finally asked after a few minutes of us trying to calm down. Dad's face fell as he slowly sat down back at the desk. I could tell he felt disappointed that he didn't have any answers I wanted.

"I wish I had more answers," he said feeling ashamed. "I've always been one step behind this thing. I've never got there in time to save..." I felt my own heart fall. Dad was trying to protect those people that yellow-eyed demon wanted.

"All right," Dean said trying to snap dad out of his depression. "So how do we find it... before it hits again."

We watched as Dad's eyes lit up seeing that he pulled a piece of paper from his desk. "There's signs. It took me a while to see the pattern, but it's there in the days before the fires these signs crop up in an area. Cattle deaths, temperature fluctuations, electrical storms. And then I went back and checked...and..." once again, dad's face fell dark. Dean and I quickly placed two and two together.

"Those things happened in Lawrence." Dean said finishing dad's sentence.

Dad slowly nodded his eyes filling up with tears. "They happened a week before your mother died. And in Palo Alto...before Jessica. These signs, they're starting again."

"Where," I felt myself spit out the word before Dean could ask.

"Salvation Iowa." Dad said his eyes lifting to see ours.

End of Sam's POV

~DSCWin~

Christina's POV

I was rubbing my eyes as I waiting for our food to be done. I looked down at my phone surprised to see nobody had tried to call to see what was taking so long. I must be kidding myself. I thought darkly as I placed my phone back into my jacket's pocket. They don't care about me, not in the way they care about each other. I guess I am just a third wheel to their bicycle.

"Winchester?" The sound of the waitress made me snap to attention and I quickly walked up and grabbed the two bags filled with the desired food for my three family members back at the hotel just a few blocks away.

The cool night air blew against my face as I walked with my head down. Suddenly the smell of Vanilla blew past me making me stop nearly dropping the bags of food in my hands. I looked up seeing I was alone on the sidewalk. My face was pale with fear as I turned around. My hunters instincts screamed at me, telling me to drop my distractions of the food to grab my pistol that was tucked snugly in a hidden holster in the back of my pants.

"Everything okay?" someone asked me as I slowly began to turn to head to my destination. Why didn't I beg and beg to take Dean's car? I complained bumping into a young man.

"Oh..." I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment as I smacked the man with a bag of food, luckily none of my food came out. "Yeah, thought I heard something." I lied glancing nervously over my shoulder.

"Do you need any help from me?" the man offered reaching for one of the bags of food. I quickly shook my head as I took a few steps back.

"No, I'm alright. Thanks though." I tried to smile convincingly. But the skeptical look in the man's eyes made my insides turn cold. I saw my brother's Impala purring down the street heading towards me and I felt my insides jump for joy. "My brother just arrived to help thanks for the offer." I quickly danced around the man before nearly jogging towards the now stopped Impala.

Dean's window rolled down as I handed him the two bags before jumping into the back. The man on the sidewalk was still standing there watching me even as we drove away. I thought for sure I saw the man's eyes turn black.

"Everything okay?" Sam asked as I tore off my jacket trying to escape the heat that was blowing from the heaters of the Impala.

"That guy just gave me the creeps." I said then I leaned forward placing my arms on the leather seat in front of me. "Where we going?"

"Salvation, Iowa." Dean said just as Dad's truck came into view. "We're finally going to be taking down that yellow-eyed freak."

End of Christina's POV

~DSCWin~

John's POV

The mist on the road was making me uneasy. My stomach growled as I knew my food was most likely in the car with my three kids. I thought back to my Marine training pushing down the thought of food away from my mind and I continued to drive. I saw my phone light up as a call was coming in. I glanced down at the name and saw the name Caleb flashing. I quickly answered it.

"Caleb," I greeted placing the phone to my ear, while I maneuvered professionally down the winding road with one hand. "What's up?"

"John," Caleb's voice was solemn as I could tell that this was not a social call. "Got some bad news."

"What is it, Caleb." I said my stomach turning cold.

"Went to see Jim Murphy, since I haven't seen him in a few days...John. Jim Murphy is dead."

My eyes went wide with shock as I glanced behind me at the Impala that was driving just a few hundred feet behind me. "What happened?" I asked trying to keep my voice steady.

"His throat was cut and he bled out. Didn't have a chance." My heart was pounding in my chest. "There were traces of sulfur at Jim's place." Caleb said and I grit my teeth together. "John, be careful out there. If a demon got the better of Pastor Jim, it's only a matter of time before it comes after the rest of us."

"Yeah, take care Caleb." I slammed my phone on my passenger seat and quickly turned off the road. I watched as the Impala quickly followed and all three of my kids jumped out of their car and rushed towards me as I stepped out of my truck.

"God damn it!" I yelled slamming my hands on the side of the truck.

"What is it?" Dean asked I saw the look of fear in all three of my kid's eyes.

"Son of a bitch." I snarled my anger flaring up again. I saw the annoyed look in Dean's eyes as he narrowed his eyes.

"What is it?!" he yelled making me instantly calm.

"I just got a call from Caleb." I said rubbing my face with my hands trying to stop myself from punching my truck.

"Is he okay?" Dean asked since Sam and Christina were looking over me and my truck to think something was wrong with me.

"He's fine." I answered then shook my head. "Jim Murphy is dead."

I saw the shocked faces of my two boys as they had known Jim from the past years. "Pastor Jim is dead?" Sam asked I nodded slowly. "How did it happen?"

"His throat was slashed. He bled out, Caleb said there was traces of sulfur around his place."

"He was killed by a demon?" Dean asked. I nodded again. "The demon?"

I gave a shrug, because I couldn't be a hundred percent sure it was the yellow-eyed demon. "I don't know. Could be he got careless, could have slipped up. Or maybe the demon knows we're getting close."

"What do we do?" Dean asked as he followed me as I headed back to my truck's open door.

"We act now. Every second counts. There's two hospitals and care centers in this county. Split up to cover more ground. I want records. Every record of every baby that's going to be celebrating their six month birthday in the next week."

"That's a dozen kids." Sam complained, and I could see why. "How do we know which one is going to be the next target?"

"We check them all." I said my eyes narrowing. "You got any better ideas?"

I saw anger flash in Sam's eyes as he slowly shook his head. "No sir." He sighed. He turned roughly towards the Impala, Christina slowly emerging from the woods looking pale even in the brightness of the lights of the cars. She shook her head as she didn't want to talk about it and climbed into the back seat of the Impala, which Dean was now standing looking at me as I had to steady myself.

"Dad?" He said calmly. I knew what he was he was going to suggest. I honestly didn't want to go in full of emotion. Hunters filled with emotion are the worst at hunting. But I knew I had to finish this once and for all.

"Yeah." I spat I saw his face fall. He was always there when I needed him the most. Always ready to step in to do what's right. "It's about Jim." Sensing his unasked question. "You know I can't..." I let out a sigh trying to calm down my anger. "This needs to end now. I'm ending this once and for all. I don't care what it takes." Dean nodded slowly then climbed into his Impala and watched as I climbed into my truck. I stomped on the gas and turned back towards the road. I had at least three hours to vent out my anger until we reached Salvation, my eyes glancing over at the Colt that sat glinting in the moonlight as I drove. Mary, it's almost over. I'm now so close.

End of John's POV