Disclaimer: I don't own Sam, the car, Bobby, or the Colt--I'm more a fan of stabbing so it's Ruby's knife I want.
He had it. Sam had a plan. A half assed planned one, but still a plan.
It felt awkward driving Dean's car. It was just torture when his music immediately came on. And Sam almost lost it when he had to repair Dean's car at Bobby's.
There was no 'one working part' this time. It was nearly hopeless. Even to Sam.
"You know you're welcome to stay as long as you need to Sam."
"No." Sam was cold and looked away. He offered Bobby a smile, "Thanks though."
"I don't think it's a good idea for you to be picking up hunts."
"Who said anything about hunting?"
"What the hell?! You're not thinkin' about goin' after Lilith!"
"No."
"Well... call me. Stay safe and don't turn wreckles like-" Bobby cut himself off. "Stay safe."
"I've gotta run."
Sam got in the car and opened the glove box. He put a devil's trap on it and inside was the colt. No one was getting to it. Sam was going to drive non-stop. Dean-or Dean's body was in a safe place. Sam convinced himself that Dean could turn into a demon. He had the tatoo... and if that didn't work Sam was getting Dean out before Dean could even blink and have his eyes turn dark.
Sam finally made it and he stood in the cemetary staring ahead. He knew what was behind the gates. Demons, everything nasty that wanted Sam dead, not to mention hell itself, but Dean was in there too.
Sam sighed holding the colt. "If Dad could climb out, so can you Dean..." Sam paused, "God knows if you don't I'll dig you out myself." He had Ruby's knife tucked in his jeans. Today's forcast: Overcast with a chance of the Doors of Hell breaking open and demon possetion.
Sam put the colt into the slot like Jake did a year ago and Sam waited.
Nothing happened.
"What the hell?" Sam looked at the doors after a minute and pulled out the colt.
Still nothing.
Then Sam realized... When they repaired the colt, they neglected the fact it used to be a key...
The key didn't fit. The gun worked, but the key didn't.
Sam threw the colt down and pushed and banged on the doors to open. There's no chance of budging them.
"DAMNIT" Sam sunk to his knees. "C'mon...DEAN!!" Sam wished Dean could hear him somehow.
"Fine. Navigator goes down with the ship too." Sam picked the gun up again, held it, put it to hit head and cocked it.
He closed his eyes...
A gunshot rang out from the cemetary...
A woman stood above Sam. "Oh Sammy, I'm surprised at you. Well, not really."
TO BE CONTINUED...
AN: This is something I have on the side. If it goes over well then YAY! But if not then don't expect much. You know where the button is. Tell me what you think.