Here's the next chapter to this crazy ending battle that wont leave my head. Maybe I'm crazy... which would sorta make me like Sam.. right? If it means meeting Misha and him helping me.. it'll all be worth it! :P

ANYWHOS! enjoy! :3

The sun rose over the horizon. The well rested hunters woke up and all made their way to the study. It was quiet, all knew what was going to happen in just a few short hours. Sam and Dean woke up and made their way downstairs. Across the hall was Ellen and Jo. Bobby slept in the study with Garth and Kevin somewhere else in the room. Dean had agreed the he and Sam could stay in Dean's room (poor Dean) and John and Mary took Sam's room. As the brothers approached the kitchen, they smelled something Sam had never really smelled, and Dean hadn't smelled in a very long time.

"Hey boys, I made you some breakfast. Coffee is fresh too!" Mary said.

What could they say. It was a dream come true. They only wished they would be given more time to spend with their parents, as a family. The whole group gathered the big table to eat in mostly silence.

"So, Kevin, you're a profit?" John asked.

"Yes sir. Not quite the future I was looking at, but if it means I'll be able to see my mother soon, then I'll do whatever it takes." he replied.

There was some war comparisons they shared. Even Mary, despite wanting to quit hunting, told some stories of hunts that her and her father did. Garth let it slip how Sam and Dean were the best known hunters in the state.

"These two have seen it all. Literally. Sam went in Lucifer's Cage to stop the apocalypse. Dean's been practically everywhere. He went to The Pit, he and Sam both went to heaven, and just a couple years ago, Dean went to purgatory." Garth explained.

John and Mary stared at their sons for the longest time. Dean, under the table, kicked Garth. For a moment, Mary and John felt horrible that their kids had been raised to this lifestyle. Thankfully Bobby, Ellen and Jo saved their sadness to explain that if it weren't for Sam and Dean, things would be completely worse and they should be glad their sons are who they are.

The place were the battle would be was shockingly only a 40 minute drive. It was nearing 11 o'clock, and the group dressed in their proper attire, packed their things and made their way taking a couple separate cars that Castiel had transported there. The drive there was quiet the with exception of them going over battle plans.

11:30 in the morning, they arrived to the battlefield. It was a big open field, no civilization near at all. A few trees which Garth and Kevin took advantage of. Five minutes till noon, and Castiel was no where to be found.

"Come on, Cas. Where are you?" Dean thought. Just as expected, dark storm clouds filled the sky, and in the distance, the group of hunters could see dark smoke approaching them fast.

"This is it." Sam said in almost a whisper. Everyone could hear it. Dean looked to his left and right. Sam stood next to him with Mary on Sam's left. John stood next to Dean. Bobby, Ellen and Jo were next to them and they stood their line. They stood strong and any fear they had was nowhere to be seen.

The black smoke stopped abruptly in front of the group. Crowley stood in the friend with his usual smirk and he had a group of maybe 40 demons behind them. It wasn't what Dean was expecting.

"Well well well, Looks like you've had your angel boyfriend do some digging around." Crowley said with a smirk. "I never thought I'd have the pleasure of meeting the famous Winchester Family, well, except John of course." the demon finished.

The hunters stared down the group of Demons. Weapons ready in their hands.

"Is this the army you've been creating? It's pretty pathetic." Sam stated.

"You'll lose you sonovabitch, and I only hope it's me who kills you." Dean replied.

The two groups had a stare down that lasted for who knows how long.

"Where is dear Castiel? In hiding with the rest of Heaven?" Crowley asked again.

"Just wait. He'll be here." Ellen replied.

"Or he knows you will all die... again. And this time, you won't be coming back." he said.

Dean glared at the demon. The battle of survival was to start right now.

"Go back to Hell!" Dean replied. "KEVIN NOW!" he yelled.

Soon from behind a nearby tree, Kevin and Garth threw a couple of demon bombs. A good majority of the demons moved out of the way just in time, including Crowley who left the battle to a save distance. Fortunately 1/3 of the demons were killed by the bombs. When the bomb had gone off, the group of demons charged the hunters.

Gun shots were fired. The hunters fought their hardest. Garth, somehow had been knocked out but was the only one who was injured. One by one the demons were killed off. The hunters worked well together. Dean had been cornered by 3 demons. One he easily killed with the demon knife but the other two tackled him. Before he knew it Mary had showed up to his side and shot the demons with rock salt. Dean shot her a smile and received the same smirk in returned. (At least we know where Dean gets his charm now.)

After what seemed like forever, the battle between the hunters and demons was finished. All the demons had been killed. Nobody was hurts except for Garth who laid there unconscious and a few cuts, scrapes and bruises. Kevin, who was behind the group suddenly was attacked. When they hunters heard the loud yell, they raised their guns to shoot only to be blinded by a pure white light. When the light had faded, the hunters looked up to see the familiar trench coat wearing angel.

"Good timing, Cas." Dean sarcastically said.

Alright, now the fun battle begins. Hope everyone is enjoying the story. I know it's not the most exciting story and there's no love scenes. I really am just typing this out since it's been stuck in my head for the longest time. I just posted it so if anyone else seems to like it, they can read it too. There will be at least 1 more chapter... maybe 2.