A/N: Good morning, dears. Or whatever time of day it is were you are. It's morning for me. Enjoy part 2!

Oh, I forgot to mention yesterday, I made up quite a few spells for this story, so if you don't recognize something, I probably made it up.

Disclaimer: I need food and more sleep.


The trek back to Bobby's was just as quiet as the walk to the woods, but it wasn't nearly as tense.

When they got back inside, the boys found the grizzled hunter leaning over his desk avidly studying something. "What'cha looking at, Bobby?" Dean asked.

"Map," the older man answered gruffly. The younger hunters stepped up to the desk to get a closer look at the map.

"Wyoming?" asked Sam. Bobby proceeded to explain the system of churches built and the railway Samuel Colt laid out to connect them, creating a state-wide devil's trap.

A sudden noise from outside caught everyone's attention and they immediately became silent. "Hey," Dean whispered to the teenagers. "Can you see if there's anyone outside?"

Draco nodded tightly and raised is want. "Homenum revelio." He aimed the spell at the window and Harry rushed over to see if the spell revealed anyone.

"There's a woman outside," he reported.

"A woman?" Sam asked, exchanging confused glances with his brother and friend. "Can you tell what she looks like?"

"About 5'5", long hair." Harry peered out the window again. "Maybe late 30s? I can't really see much detail."

"Does that sound like Ellen to you?" Dean asked the room, glancing between the other hunters.

Without answering, Bobby and the brothers rushed to the door to intercept their visitor, leaving Harry and Draco in silence.

Not a minute later, the teenagers could hear relieved voices talking over each other from the back door before the men returned to the study with a woman in her thirties. They watched as the adults sat around Bobby's desk and older hunter poured something into a shot glass and passed it to the woman.

"Bobby, is this really necessary?" the woman asked tiredly.

"It's just a belt of holy water," Bobby responded, his tone tinged with threatening sarcasm. "Shouldn't hurt." With a defiant glare, the woman swallowed the water and slid the glass back.

"Whiskey now, if you don't mind," she requested dryly. As she drank the shot of liquor, she noticed the teenagers sitting quietly on the couch, trying to stay out of the way. "Boys, you going to introduce me to your new friends?"

"This is Harry and Draco," Sam introduced. "Dean and Bobby found them last night on the way to Cold Oak. Their teacher brought them here, but he was killed." Sam shot a look at the teens, and they shook their heads imperceptibly. They didn't want this stranger knowing they were wizards. "So we brought them here for their safety. Guys, this is our friend Ellen."

"Nice to meet you boys," Ellen greeted them pleasantly. The boys gave her a polite nod in return. "So tell me what's been going on. Ash was telling me he'd found something on the demon and was going to call you boys."

"Demon?" Harry and Draco questioned in shock. "You're fighting a demon?" Harry continued. "When were you going to tell us this?"

Ellen looked in surprise at the boys. "You're a long way from home, aren't you?"

"Never mind that," Harry cut in.

"What did you mean about a demon?" Draco added to the discussion. "Were you even going to tell us?"

"A demon killed our mother when we were kids," Dean explained. "He's the one that kidnapped Sam and took him to Cold Oak. We've been hunting it down since I was four."

"Why did he kidnap you, Sam?" asked Harry. "What did he want with you?"

"Dunno," answered Sam, drawing all eyes to him. He answered that just a little too quickly.

"Sam?" Dean prompted insistently.

The younger Winchester was quiet. He hated having all the attention on himself. "He," he began slowly, not wanting to say anything. But he knew he had to if they wanted to finally catch the monster and avenge their parents. "He wanted me and the others kids like me to fight to the death to determine who would lead his demon army." All the eyes that were on Sam widened in disbelief. "He gave all of us..." Sam paused, trying to keep the tears at bay. "He fed us his blood. When he came into our rooms when we were six months old, he fed us demon blood. That's how we got our powers."

Dean stood up and began pacing, a hand coming up to run down his eyes and settle over his mouth. "I can't believe it. And Dad never mentioned a thing."

"You mean John knew this had happened to Sam and he never told anybody?" Bobby demanded. He sat back in his chair, cursing John Winchester. "Stubborn idjit Winchesters." The teenagers smirked a bit at Bobby's pronunciation.

"Name one time he did share his findings with another hunter," Ellen grumbled. Bobby rolled his eyes in agreement, but Sam and Dean did not.

The youngest hunters had looks of hurt on their faces, tears glistening in their eyes. It didn't go unnoticed. "Boys?" Bobby questioned in the same tone Dean had used minutes ago. "What aren't you telling us?"

There was only silence as the brothers fought an inner battle, debating in their own minds whether or not they wanted to reveal this secret they'd been carrying for a year. They knew it wouldn't do anything but make Bobby and Ellen mad, probably the teenagers as well. But they also knew the older man would be getting the truth out of them one way or another. So, after a silent conversation comprised of long glances, eyebrow quirks, and head tilts, the brothers came to their decision.

"Dad did tell somebody," Sam confessed softly. Confusion filled the room. "Just not all of it." Dean retook his seat and hid his face in his hands. "Just before he died, while Dean was still in the hospital, he told Dean to watch out for me. He said he had to save me, or he would have to kill me."

Everyone in the room was stunned. They certainly weren't expecting to hear that. Thoughts were running rampant in everyone's minds, trying to process what they'd just heard but not quite able to do so. The first one to break the silence surprised everyone.

"He really said that to you?" Draco growled softly, his gray eyes boring into Dean. "Your own father said that to you?" There was no verbal answer, but the look in Dean's eyes when they met Draco's was all the answer the teenager needed. "I can't believe it." The blond jumped to his feet and began pacing furiously. "Fathers aren't supposed to say things like that to their children. Especially about their other child. Aren't fathers supposed to protect their sons? They're not supposed to give them an impossible task that would change their life forever. Father's aren't supposed to order their sons to kill another person. How sick do you have to be to do that?" As he ranted, Draco didn't notice himself scratching at his left arm, nor did he feel the tears streaming from his eyes. All he knew was a searing rage and an incredible ache in his heart. Unable to stand being inside any longer, Draco rushed out of the room and out of the house, the back door slamming behind him.

Today had become a day of silence, as it filled the room yet again following Draco's outburst. Everyone could tell there was much more behind his words than righteous indignation. The boy was angry, angry and very bitter, driven by a lot of hurt. Knowing what could possibly be the source of that outburst, Dean slowly stood to his feet and followed the distraught teen outside.

He found Draco sitting on the edge of the porch, staring absently at the junk cars scattered about the yard and scratching once more at his arm. Dean didn't disturb the teen, just quietly sat down next to him. He would wait until Draco came to him.

He didn't have to wait long.

"How can you stand your dad, knowing he did that to you?" Draco asked helplessly. His fingers moved more frantically against his sleeve, leading Dean to think there was something on his arm that was at least related to the pain Draco was feeling, if not directly responsible.

"Part of me can't," Dean admitted. "He didn't give me any reasons, no details, no explanation. Just save your brother or kill him. How could be ask that of me? Sam's my baby brother. I practically raised him since he was six months old. How could he expect me to kill someone that was just as much my son as he is my brother?"

"So how did you get past it?" For the first time since he joined the teenager on the porch, Draco turned his head and met Dean's eyes with his own pain-filled ones. "How do you not hate him?"

"For a long time, I did hate him. How could I not? He told me to kill my brother. But I decided I wasn't going to listen to that. Call it denial or whatever you want, but killing my brother wasn't even an option. So I ignored it. I focused only on protecting Sammy. Which was nothing new, I'd already been doing it for 23 years. Having that job to focus on helped me forget what my dad had told me to do." Dean let Draco think about his words for a moment before asking the question that had been burning in his mind since Draco's rant in the study. "What did your dad do to cause that rant back there?"

Draco let out a bitter laugh. "What didn't he do? He only raised me to be a racist, entitled little git who only knew how to use people and put them down. Any kindness I showed anyone was rewarded with a sharp rap on the head with his wand handle. And then because of his screw ups I'm ordered to kill my own school headmaster by a madman trying to rule the entire wizarding world. I'm forced to take his mark and become one of his followers. I don't even believe in any of that rubbish he's forcing on us. I'm not a racist blood purist. Blood is blood, magic is magic. What difference does it make if you're born into an old pureblooded family or your parents are muggles? The smartest witch in school is Harry's best friend, and she was born to muggles. Harry's the bloody savior of the wizarding world, and he's a half-blood. And then there's me, born to two ancient and noble pureblood families, and I'm raised to call the smartest witch of our age a mudblood and show her nothing but hatred." The tears began again in earnest and Draco dropped his head into his hands, his fingers digging into his hair. "The only person I've ever been able to count on is Severus. He protected me in ways my father never did. I could go to him for anything, and he even took the task of killing Dumbledore so I wouldn't have to. And now he's dead. I don't have anyone anymore."

"Yes you do." Draco looked back up at Dean, a frown tugging at his brow. "You've got Harry. He stood with you all morning at your teacher's funeral. Don't think Sam and I didn't notice that. And you've got me, and Sam and Bobby. For however long you're here, you've got us. So you're not alone here." There wasn't an answer from the teenager next to him, but this didn't surprise Dean. He just put a hand on Draco's shoulder, just like Harry had done earlier that morning, and left Draco to absorb everything they'd talked about.

Dean really had given Draco a bit to think on. Truth be told, he'd forgotten about Harry standing at his side as they watched Snape be cremated earlier that very morning. He chalked his forgetfulness up to the emotional rollercoaster his life had been for the last... he didn't know how long. It seemed as though his whole life had been a never-ending rollercoaster ride, and this was the first time he'd been able to get off and breathe.

But Draco really could empathize with Dean and Sam. Especially Dean. Nobody should be given that kind of burden, especially by their father.

Now that he'd calmed down and talked out his frustration, Draco stood up and rejoined Harry and the hunters in the study. As he sat back down, Harry nudged his arm and gave him a look that clearly said are you okay? Draco answered with a small nod, and the teenagers settled back into the couch to listen to the hunters' plans.

"So that's why the demon wanted us," Sam realized. "He wants to get to whatever's in that devil's trap, but he can't because he's a demon. So he recruited us, made us fight to the death to see who would go in for him."

"We gotta get to Wyoming," Dean declared. He and the other hunters stood to get ready, but a thought made Ellen pause.

"What about the boys?" she asked, indicating Draco and Harry, who were still sitting a little cluelessly on the couch.

"What do you think, guys?" Dean addressed the teenagers. "You want to stay here or go with us?"

"Before you decide, know that it's a really long drive to Wyoming," Sam warned.

Harry and Draco looked at each other. "What do you think?" Draco began.

"Personally, I want to help them out if I can," Harry admitted bluntly. "What about you?"

"Well, I'm not staying here by myself. I may not mind muggles now, but that doesn't mean I know how to use anything here." Harry snorted at Draco's answer. Typical for the blond Slytherin. "Plus," Draco met Harry's eyes, "we can rest in the car on the way there, right?"

A smirk turned up the corners of Harry's lips. "You know you want to help them," he chuckled.

"I don't know what you're talking about," the other boy denied as they both rose from the couch and approached the hunters.

"We'll go with you," Harry decided for himself and his classmate. "We want to help any way we can."

"You sure, boys?" Ellen asked. "This isn't going to be pretty."

"We came here from a war zone," Draco replied bluntly, throwing Ellen for a loop. "We can handle it." The dark haired boy nodded his agreement.

"Hey," Bobby's voice cut in impatiently. "Are we going to stand here yammering or are we going?"

"We're going," said Dean resolutely. The group followed Bobby outside and they all squeezed into the Impala. It was a tight fit, but they managed.

Sam wasn't kidding when he said it was a long drive. It took close to ten hours to get to the middle of Wyoming. It was in the early morning hours when they arrived at an old cemetery that looked as though there hadn't been anybody there in decades.

Walking through the graves, the troupe found a large stone structure in the middle of the cemetery, a strange pattern etched into it.

Dean stepped up to it and ran a hand over the carving, his fingers finding a small but deep hole right in the center of the design. "I bet I know what goes in there," he murmured bitterly.

At that moment, the group of hunters and wizards heard what sounded like twigs snapping, and they jumped immediately into battle mode, taking their chosen hiding spots so they could ambush Jake.

Just as they suspected, Jake weaved his way between graves to the structure they'd just been inspecting. While his back was turned, the hunters and wizards silently approached Jake, guns and wands at the ready.

"Howdy, Jake," Dean spoke first, startling the soldier. Said soldier whirled around to face the group behind him.

When he saw the two wizards, his eyes widened. "W-what are you people?" he stammered, remembering how they'd thrown him through the air without even being near him. "There's no way you could've thrown me like that. What are you?" Now, Jake had seen and done some pretty powerful things, thanks to the demon, but it was nothing like what the teenagers had done so effortlessly.

"They're just regular people, Jake," Sam answered, taking Jake's attention away from the boys. They still didn't want it getting out that they were magical. "They're no different from you and me."

Jake snorted lightly, then turned his eyes to Ellen. "Hey, lady," he said casually, "put that gun to your head for me." To everyone's horror, Ellen's hands moved, the shaking pistol resting ominously against her temple. "That Ava girl was right. Once you give into it, there's so much more you can do."

"Shoot him," Ellen commanded softly.

"You'll be cleaning up brain matter before you can even move," Jake countered.

Harry and Draco exchanged quick glances, both of the running through every spell they could think of that would be appropriate and helpful to the situation.

There was a resonating click, and the teenagers looked up at the man in front of them. He had stuck something into the structure behind him, and soon the whole graveyard was in chaos. Dean was shooting at Jake, who fell to the side with blood flowing from his back.

Dean ran to pull what appeared to be an old revolver out of the stone, but it didn't stop the whirring stone slabs from turning, their etchings coming together to form a pentagram.

This can't be good, Harry and Draco thought simultaneously mere seconds before the structure exploded, two doors bursting open and clouds of black flying through like dementors.

"Expecto patronum!" Harry shouted instinctively. A bright light shined out of his wand, engulfing the demons and driving them back toward the devil's gate. Draco stood beside him and cast a shield charm, containing the demons as three of the hunters ran to the doors and tried to shut them. Draco cast another shield around Ellen, Bobby, and Sam as Harry cast Reducto, and the doors to the gate slammed shut.

Hearing a scuffling behind them, the hunters and wizards turned around. They found two spirits wrestling and Dean aiming the Colt at them. One was easily identified as the Yellow Eyed Demon, but the other one had Sam, Ellen, and Bobby's jaws dropping.

For right in front of them, holding the demon still, was none other than John Winchester. A shout from Dean caught everyone's attention, making them pause where they stood. A shot rang out, and the Yellow Eyed Demon was crackling with light before he dropped dead on the ground.

A hush fell after that, the events of the night settling in everyone's minds and rendering them speechless. Dean and Sam couldn't take their eyes off their father. None of them spoke; they didn't need to. The pride in John's eyes said enough, and with tears in everyone's eyes, John Winchester began to glow and he disappeared, his spirit finally at peace.

As they walked back to the Impala, the brothers reveled in their victory. The monster that had taken both Mary and Jess was dead. They had finally been avenged.

The first to break the silence was Ellen. "What was that you boys did back there?" she asked the teens. In the heat of battle, they had all forgotten that Ellen didn't know they were magical. Well, now the cat was out of the bag.

"We're wizards," Harry told her, holding up his wand as proof. "And no, we're not evil." He wanted to head off another interrogation like the one they'd gotten from the Winchesters and Bobby when they used their magic in Cold Oak.

"They come by it honestly," Bobby chimed in, supporting the wizards with a bit of humor. The wizards smirked at that, then they all turned their eyes to the car, where Dean and Sam seemed to be having a rather emotional conversation.

Bobby could feel the relief and overwhelming peace radiating from the brothers. He'd been with them almost every step of the way since John first began hunting the demon nearly 24 years ago.

"So," the grizzled hunter broke in, interrupting the brothers. "What d'you boys plan on doing now that the demon's dead?"

"I know the first thing I want to do is go back to your place and have a beer," was Dean's answer. "Then I want to sleep for a week."

"I hear you, man," Sam chuckled next to him.

"Sounds like a good plan to me, boys," Ellen agreed. "Let's go home."


A/N: Thanks for reading, guys. Don't forget to review, and we'll meet again tomorrow for part 3.