Suddenly they all heard an engine revving and classic rock blasting. Everyone turned to watch Dean driving in. Dean got out of the car. His gaze went to the three people sitting next to the fence. His parents and Jessica. He didn't know how or why they were there, but he couldn't be distracted by that right now. He had to concentrate on Sam.
"This is a whole new level of stupid, even for you, Dean," Lucifer sneered.
"I'm here to talk to Sam…and Adam," he added as an afterthought. "Adam, if you're in there, I'm so sorry."
"Not your fault," Adam said. They had tried to warn him. Of course Dean couldn't hear him give him his absolution.
"Adam's not here right now," Michael said.
"Then, I'm not talking to you, I guess."
"Hey, Assbut," Castiel shouted. He was standing in front of Bobby and lobbed a ball of holy fire at Michael. He disappeared.
"Who is that?" John asked.
Bobby turned around. It had been a long time since he had seen his old friend. He didn't know the two women, but assumed it was Sam's mother and girlfriend. "Castiel. He's an angel."
"Castiel, did you just Molotov my brother?" Lucifer asked.
"Um, no," Castiel said, backing away.
Lucifer snapped his fingers and Castiel blew into a million bits. Jessica screamed. She couldn't stop screaming.
Sam heard the screaming from inside Lucifer. He couldn't let Jessica get hurt again. Not because of him. He took control.
He took the rings out of his pocket. He threw them on the ground and said the incantation to open it.
"Sammy?" Dean asked. He couldn't see why Lucifer would be doing this.
"Yeah, I got him," Sam said as he waited for the hole to open. He knew he wouldn't have control for very long.
The hole opened in front of him. Sam took a tentative step towards it. He knew he had to do this. To save the world. To save Jessica. To save Dean. But it went against every instinct he had to jump into an abyss.
He stopped. He looked back at Dean. He looked back at his family. He needed strength to do what he needed to do. He remembered what everyone had done for him. OK, he had no actual memories of his mother, so he remembered what everyone else had done for him.
He remembered how Dean had sold his soul for him. There was no bigger sacrifice. Well, maybe this, but nothing else even came close.
He remembered how in the beginning, when he was just starting to train, John had patiently shown him the same moves over and over again. If it hadn't been for that beginning, he would be dead by now.
He remembered how Jessica would stay up with him all night helping him to cram for tests. He had done the same for her.
He remembered how Bobby had tried to be there for him when Dean had died. He hadn't let him, though. He would always regret that for more than one reason.
He took a deep breath. He had to do this for them. He jumped into the hole. It closed up behind him.
Jessica was still screaming. Dean wanted nothing more thatn to just sit next to the hole and pine for his borther, but instad he did what he knew Sam would want him to. He went over to Jessica. "Shh," he said. "It's going to be OK." He didn't believe that for a second. How could it be OK without Sam? How would it ever be OK again?
Jessica stopped screaming and looked at him. "I remember you. You're Sam's brother. You pulled him out of the fire."
"That's right," Dean said. "I would have saved you, too, if I could. But today, Sam saved the whole world."
"What happened?" John asked.
"Sam locked Lucifer back up in his cage," Dean answered.
"I mean before today. What's been going on?"
Bobby looked at Dean and could see that he was not up to telling the story. "I'll fill you in later, John," he promised.
"Is he dead?" Jessica asked. She knew that was a stupid question, but she had to ask it.
"He just jumped into Hell, sweetie," Mary said. She was coming to think of Jessica as her own daughter.
"So, what now?" Jessica asked.
That was a really good question. Jessica had been dead for five years. His mother for even longer. His father had been a marine and was a hunter. He could adapt to anything. His mother had been a hunter, too, but with her parents, and she had hated that life and left it at the first available moment. He didn't think he could show up on Lisa's doorstep with all these people.
"How about you all come and live with me?" Bobby suggested.
"I have a better idea," Dean said. "Why don't mom and dad live with you and I'll take Jessica with me to Lisa's." Jessica would probably be more comfortable living with a family than with older hunters.
"Lisa ain't even agreed to take you in yet, boy," Bobby reminded him. "She might not like you showing up with another girl."
"I don't want to make trouble for you," Jessica said.
"I'll admit that Lisa hasn't agreed to take me in yet, but her decision will have nothing to do with you. She might even agree to take you in and not me," Dean reassured her.
"I can go back to my parents. And I have a pre-vet degree. I can go to veterinary school," Jessica said.
"Jessica, you're dead. We're going to have to get you a new identity, but we won't be able to fake degrees for you. You won't be able to be a doctor or anything high profile. Maybe a secretary or waitress," Dean said. He felt like he was killing Sam's dream of being a lawyer all over again.
"Well, let's all go back to my place for now," Bobby said.
Bobby got into his truck alone and everybody else got into the Impala.
"Where are we and where are we going?" Jessica asked.
"We're in Kansas and we're going to South Dakota."
"My parents live in Nebraska. Can we stop and see them?" Jessica asked.
Dean sighed. "I didn't want to have to tell you this right away, but your parents died in a car crash about five months after you died. Sam was still in touch with some of your friends at that point and one of them let him know."
"Did he go the funeral?" Jessica asked.
"No. Your parents blamed him for your death."
That made Jessica sad. Her parents had always treated Sam as their son. She was hoping that they would have helped each other through her death.