Supernatural: All Hell Breaks Loose Part 2

A/N: Greetings and welcome back to part two of the season finale. So, due to the fact that I'm up earlier than usual for an important event I figured I just post this now instead of my usual time.

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural or Criminal Minds; I just own the characters that I happen to create.

CHAPTER ONE: "LET'S MAKE A DEAL"

"I said unto the fools, Deal not foolishly: and to the wicked, Lift not up the horn."

Psalms 75:4

It's been said that there are times in our lives when we may hit brick walls. Sometimes pushing too hard makes things even tougher on ourselves and can wreak havoc on us mentally as some road blocks are just simply too large for us to handle on our own.

This was the thought that was running through Liz's head as she sat at the table in the room of the building they'd carried Sam's body inside a few hours ago, lying him down in the other room on top of a mattress, and yet she couldn't remember who said that or where she'd heard it before; all that ran through her head was the scene of Sam dying in her and Dean's arms and the reaction of the others.

Hotch, Gideon, Morgan, Reid, Emily, and Bobby all returned after failing to catch Jake, and were floored by the sight of Elvis and Lloyd restraining Ricky, who was screaming with rage that he wanted to kill Jake, Johnny was holding a wailing Hannah tightly with silent tears running down his own face, and both Dean and Liz clinging to Sam's lifeless body.

"Oh God," Reid moaned while the others moved over to the Winchesters, noting the blood staining the back of Sam's jacket as the realization sank in that another life was lost.

Unshed tears in her eyes, Emily gently but firmly pulled at Liz, who was moaning "no, no, no…" repeatedly, until she let go and the younger woman collapse into Emily's arms, weeping bitterly; Hotch and Gideon worked on prying Sam's body out of Dean's arms while Morgan reported in to JJ and Penelope, and Bobby worked on pulling Dean to his feet.

"Dean, let go."

"No!"

"Please, Dean, let's get Sam into one of these buildings and out of the rain."

It was only then that Dean let go, almost collapsing under his grief and they all went into the nearest building, finding a bed to place Sam's body on. Once that was done, both Ricky and Hannah managed to tell them all what'd happen from the moment of their own arrival and to the moment that Jake had killed Sam.

Now, Liz and Dean were still in the building in Cold Oak, and the others had left for Bobby's place with Bobby promising to return in a few hours; Dean stood in the doorway, staring at their little brother's body and was completely oblivious to the sound of a car pulling up.

"Dean? Liz?" Bobby asked upon entering the room with a bucket of chicken in hand. "Brought you both this back."

Dean didn't even look at him, still staring straight ahead. "No, thanks. I'm fine."

Bobby sighed and went over to the table, sitting down the chicken bucket among several beer bottles, a bottle of whiskey, and a pizza box, and peered at Liz, who merely shook her head, and then glanced back. "You both should eat something."

Dean shook his head as he went over to the table, snatched up the whiskey, and drank half of it in a single go. "I said I'm fine. We both are."

Bobby didn't believe that for a second. "Dean, Liz…I hate to bring this up, I really do. But don't you think maybe it's time…we bury Sam?"

"No."

Bobby sighed. "We could - maybe…"

"What? Torch his corpse?" Dean guessed while Liz winched slightly. "Not yet."

Bobby could see that they both were tail-spinning and it was obvious that he needed to get them both out of Cold Oak before whatever had taken the bodies of Lily, Andy, and Ava came back to get Sam's body, too. "I want you both to come with me."

"We're not going anywhere," Dean stated, refusing.

"Dean, please," Bobby pleaded.

"Would you cut me and Liz some slack?" Dean snapped.

"I just don't think you guys should be alone, that's all," Bobby told him. "I gotta admit – I could use your help." And sighed when Dean scoffed. "Somethin' big is going down – end-of-the world big."

"Well, then let it end!" Dean screamed, which was clearly too much for Liz, who quickly stood up and ran outside with tears running down her face.

Bobby gave Dean a hard look. "You don't mean that."

"You don't think so?" Dean demanded, completely losing it. "Huh? You don't think Liz and I've given enough? You don't think we've paid enough? I'm done with it. All of it. And if you know what's good for you, turn around, and get the hell out of here." He pushed Bobby on the shoulder, still screaming. "Go!" he then stopped when he saw the tears in Bobby's eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please, just go."

Bobby sighed. "You know where I'll be." He turned his back on Dean and left the room.

Dean took another look at Sam's body and a tear fell from his eye.

When Bobby left the building, he found Liz sitting on the stairs, openly crying. "Liz?"

"Bobby! I, uh-" Liz started and tried to wipe the tears away, sniffing. "Sorry about what Dean said back there."

"Don't be," Bobby reassured her, sitting down next to her. "Dean's just dealin' with the grief in his own way, and so are you."

Liz smiled weakly. "Yeah, you're right. How are the others doin'?"

Bobby shrugged. "They're settling in and Penelope was hiding in the bathroom crying when I left, so I think JJ and Emily are working on getting her out of there before someone really needs to go."

Liz chuckled. "Well, I wish them the best of luck. Bobby, what're we gonna do?"

"I don't know, sweetie, I just don't know."

Peoria, Illinois…

Brady Garrett drove to his home, depressed; it'd been five months since Ava had been kidnapped by the demons and neither the Winchesters nor the FBI could find anything that pointed to where she'd been taken. Basically, he was giving up hope of ever seeing his fiancée again…alive at any rate.

'She's probably lying dead in a shallow grave in a big forest somewhere,' he thought gloomily as he pulled into the driveway, killed the engine, and got out; it was when he turned that he saw a dark figure slumped on the front porch. "What the-?"

Brady clutched his briefcase tightly and slowly approached the porch while pulling out his cell-phone; it was when he was close enough that he realized who this was. "Ava!" dropping everything, he tripped on the stairs getting to the woman, and gasped when he saw that her head was at an unnatural angle. "Oh God…"

Ava was dead, and he wailed in anguish. "Ava!"

Somewhere in the countryside of South Dakota, Jake was sitting in a campsite with a fire burning; he started dozing off, but woke up, and nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw Azazel standing in front of him.

"Howdy, Jake," the demon said cheerfully.

Jake stared at him, spooked. "I'm-I'm dreaming aren't I?"

"I've got a genius on my hands," Azazel muttered to himself. "Well congratulations, Jake," he continued, speaking up. "You're it – last man standing. The American Idol. I have to admit – You weren't the horse I was bettin' on, but still, I gotta give it to you. And I'm glad that the Idris twins made it, 'cause they're more important than even I realized."

Jake was scared, but he hid it. "Go…to hell."

Azazel smirked. "Been there…done that."

Jake stood up, glaring. "Everything you put me through – dragging me to that place, making me kill those people…"

"All part of the beauty pageant," Azazel said off-handedly. "Jake, I needed the strongest, and that's you."

"Needed me for what?" Jake asked.

Azazel grinned. "Oh, I got a laundry list of tasty things for you."

"The only thing I am going to do is wake up, hunt you down, and kill you myself," Jake vowed.

Azazel rolled his eyes. "You know, others have tried. It's not easy," he stated. "Trust me, Jake. You want to be a good little soldier here."

Jake frowned. "And if I'm not?"

"If you're a bad little soldier, well," Azazel said coldly, moving toward the young man, "that dear old mom of yours, that adorable little sister, I'll make certain that they both live long enough to know the chewy taste of their own intestines. No, Jake. I'm not bluffing."

Jake swallowed. "What do you want me to do?"

Azazel smiled and patted Jake's cheek. "Like I said – genius."

Cold Oak, South Dakota…

Liz went back inside the building when it started getting dark and peered around the corner at Dean, who was sitting next to the bed holding Sam, staring at the walls gloomily.

"You know, when we were little-" Dean laughed slightly "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 both Liz and I begged you- "Quit asking, Sammy. Man, you don't want to know." He chuckled softly. "We just wanted you to be a kid…Just for a little while longer. Liz and I always tried to protect you…Keep you safe…Dad didn't even have to tell us. It was just always our responsibility, you know? It's like I had one job…I had one job…"

When his voice began breaking, Liz slipped back outside, knowing what she needed to do. "And I screwed it up. I blew it. And for that, I'm sorry." He wiped away the tears. "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 continued crying. "What am I supposed to do? Sammy. God." He sniffled. "What am I supposed to do?" he then inhaled sharply as he stood and threw the chair against the nearest wall, causing it to shatter, screaming. "What am I supposed to do?!"

Now enraged, Dean stormed out of the room, snatched up his jacket, and then went outside; reaching into his pocket for his keys, he headed for the Impala and then paused when he realized that his keys were missing. "What the hell-?" it was then that he heard the engine of the car start.

"What the-" Dean ran forward and then stopped in his tracks when he saw Liz sitting in the front seat of the Impala. "Liz?!"

Liz glanced at him sadly and began pulling out. "Sorry, Dean, but I gotta do this…not you." And she rolled up the window as Dean began running toward the car.

"Liz! Don't!"

Ignoring him, Liz backed onto the road and drove off, leaving her twin in the dust. 'Dean, I love you, but I can't let you do this or else that yellow-eyed bastard wins.'

Dean stared as his twin drove off in the car, dumbfounded until realization dawned on him. "Dammit! Liz, don't do this! LIZ!"

Liz drove to the nearest crossroads, she knew that her brothers were going to be furious with her…well, Dean was already furious with her, but either way, she wasn't about to let Dean do this since that was what Azazel wanted.

'You're not goin' to get Dean's soul,' Liz thought, stopping the car and getting out. 'Not now and not ever.' She went to the trunk and opened it; she inserted several items into a box, including a photo of herself; she then went to the center of the crossroads and dug a hole.

Setting aside the shovel, Liz placed the box into the hole and then shoved the dirt on top, patting it down; she then stood up, wiping the remaining dirt off her hands, and looked around for some sign.

"Well, this is unexpected," remarked a male voice. "I was expectin' to meet your twin brother, Dean."

Startled, Liz turned and found a tall black man with longish black hair, dark eyes that glowed red briefly, and was wearing a red silk shirt that was open at the collar, black pants, and black shoes.

"Heh, can't let Dean have all the fun," Liz said, shrugging.

The demon chuckled as he drew closer. "Probably not, but my boss isn't going to be too happy about this."

"I don't expect him to be," Liz retorted. "So, shall we get down to business? I don't have all night."

The demon chuckled and walked away a few steps. "Ah, that is true, Sammy's body won't stay fresh for long," he remarked, and then faced her, "but why should I make the deal with you? Maybe your baby brother is better off dead."

"Maybe so," Liz agreed, "but I was possessed by your boss long enough to know that he would much rather have Sam alive as per his plans."

The demon was impressed. "Well, I have to give you points for that, but it doesn't mean I'll make a deal with you, Elizabeth, especially not for the usual ten years."

Liz wasn't surprised that the demon was playing hardball, and she knew that he would make the deal in the end. "I don't expect ten years, heck I don't even expect five months, but I know that a deal will be made, and you'll bring Sam back."

"Heh, you do have spunk," the demon remarked, and moved toward her again, even more impressed when she didn't back away. "All right, we'll make a deal, Elizabeth, and I'll bring Sam back while you'll get one year in order to get your affairs in order. How'd that sound?"

'That's a lot more than what my dad had,' Liz thought. "So you're not gonna add a threat? Like tellin' me that Sam will drop dead if I try to break the deal before my year is up?"

The demon smirked. "If it was Dean, I would," he remarked, brushing aside some of Liz's hair, "but you intrigue me, Elizabeth, and I look forward to seeing if you do find a way before the year's up."

Liz couldn't decide whether the demon was lying or not, but it was too late to back out now. "Okay, I-I agreed."

The demon smiled and pulled her into a surprisingly warm kiss and embrace that lasted for several hour-long seconds; Liz had shut her eyes when it happen and was left breathless when it occurred.

When she opened her eyes, the demon was long gone. 'I so need a breath mint now,' she thought, and then headed back to the Impala.

Back in Cold Oak, Sam's body was still lying on the mattress when his eyes snapped open wide and he sat up on the mattress, looking around, confused, and breathing heavily. He slumped back onto the bed, wondering how'd he got there, where here was, and why was he alone? 'What happen?'

After a few minutes, he tried sitting up again and managed to stay upright without feeling dizzy; carefully he stood up and managed to walk over to a mirror without falling down; he gingerly pulled his jacket off, setting it on the bed, turned so that his back was facing the mirror, and, grunting in pain, he pulled up his shirt, finding a fading scar from where the knife was stabbed into his spine.

'Where'd that come from?' Sam wondered as he slowly lowered his shirt, trying to remember. 'I went to a diner to get some food, then I was taken to an abandoned town…Cold Oak – oh God…' Suddenly the memories of the events in the town came rushing back, leading up to seeing his siblings and friends running toward him, and Jake-

Just then a door open and he staggered toward the room and saw Dean when he entered. "Dean?"

Dean stopped in his tracks, shocked. "Sammy?"

Sam smiled weakly. "Hey."

Moving forward, Dean pulled Sam into a tight embrace.

Sam grunted in pain. "Ow. Uh, Dean…"

Dean quickly released him. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, man. I'm just…I'm just happy to see you up and around, that's all. Come on, sit down." And they both sat in a couple of chairs.

"Okay. Dean…what happened to me?" Sam asked.

Dean wasn't sure of how to answer. "Well, what do you remember?"

"Well, I – I saw you, Liz, Bobby, Elvis, Lloyd, Johnny, and the BAU team," Sam answered. "I – I saw you all runnin' toward me with Ricky and Hannah reappearing, and…I felt this pain. This sharp pain, like…like, white-hot- Dean, you didn't make a deal did you? I was dead and you-"

"No I didn't," Dean promised. "I was gonna to…but Liz drove off with the car and…" he sighed. "Liz must've made the deal."

Sam was floored. "Liz? But…why?"

Dean shrugged, unsure, and they both turned when they heard footsteps on the stairs, and they both stood up when the door opened and Liz entered, freezing when she saw them.

"Dean, Sam."

"Liz, why?" Sam asked, leaning on Dean for support since he was still shaken up by the whole experience.

Liz sighed and tossed Dean the car keys, which he easily caught. "To save you, Sam, and to keep Dean from doin' it and giving Azazel exactly what he wanted."

Dean frowned. "What're you talkin' about?"

"Dean," Liz said seriously. "Think about it. Azazel wants you in hell, bro, just like dad as part of his plans, and I wasn't about to let that happen."

"How long do you have, Liz?" Sam asked while Dean was shocked. "How long did the demon give you?"

"One year," Liz answered wearily. "I've got one year before I get dragged downstairs by a bunch of hellhounds, and I'm sayin' just here and now that I don't want to get dragged down to hell." And she noted their surprised expression. "Honestly, do you think I want to be a chew toy for some hellish pit-bull?"

"Well, no."

"Not really."

"Exactly," Liz agreed. "So, why don't we all eat something before joining the others and figure out where Azazel has taken that Jake guy."

"Sure."

"Let's do it."

A/N: Betcha didn't see that one coming. R&R everyone!