A/N: Well, this is the last chapter in Unearthly: Season 1. I want to thank everyone who's followed, favourited, reviewed — or simply read this story. It means a lot. Thank you! Next week, I'll publish the first chapter in Unearthly: Season 2. I hope you like this chapter!

All Hell Breaks Loose Part 2.

Lucia.

Lucia had learned not to expect anything. Expecting something can hurt you when things don't go as you planned them to. So, when it came to what happened every time she got home after work, she never expected anything. She didn't try to guess what happened, she simply just let it happen, and she dealt with the consequences, as it should be. But what happened that night was so horrible, she couldn't deal with the consequences alone.

The day had started as normally as it could've been when you've recently discovered demons and all sort of horrible creatures you thought were just stories actually existed. But she and her boyfriend had been dealing with it better than any other person. They didn't ignore it, but they didn't talk about it either. They just tried to have a normal life despite this knowledge. And they were doing great. For a couple of days, anyway. Then, everything changed.

James and Lucia had a fight, before she went to work (James had taken a week off). They'd fought because James wanted to move. He didn't want to stay there, because he thought more werewolves could come after them. Lucia had told him they'd call Lola and Alex, and they'd help them, and he'd answered, "How do we know we can trust them? Maybe they're after us, too!"

Lucia had stayed quiet, for a while. Then she'd just taken her bag and walked away without a word.

Now she was back at her house. She sighed as she put her backpack down. "James?" She called out. No answer. Maybe he's at the grocery store. She figured. She just walked toward their room. It was almost dark. Lucia laid down the bed, and closed her eyes. She was tired. Her job consisted in running errands for the rest of the personal, she didn't have an important job. The only thing she wanted was to write a column. Just once. To feel like a real journalist, just once in her life.

She was drifting into unconsciousness when she felt something fall onto her face. A drop of something sticky… She touched her forehead, in some kind of trance. Sticky. She opened her eyes, and saw a dark red substance.

Blood.

Her eyes opened wide, and she looked at the ceiling, past her slender fingers. If it had been possible, her eyes would've grown wider. Instead, her mind just stopped working. "J-James!" Her hand dropped, and she leaned forwards.

Her boyfriend was pinned to the ceiling. There was a deep-looking cut across his stomach, and his eyes were wide, and moving, which meant he was still alive. He looked pained, which was understandable.

But to Lucia, nothing made sense. And why would it? Werewolves and boyfriends pinned to the ceiling, a cut across their stomachs are completely different things. But she knew it had something to do with Alex's job. Hunters, the gang had called themselves.

She called out for him a few times, and in the end, just once second before the unexpected happened, he looked at her in the eyes, and mouthed 'Run'.

Then came the fire.

Lola.

"Alex?" Lola looked around, for her sister, but there was no sign of her.

It wasn't surprising. Lola sighed, and walked back to the motel room where Dean, Bobby, Alex and she had been staying at for the past couple of hours. She found Dean sitting next to Sam's dead body.

Before she could say anything, Bobby entered the room, holding a bucket of chicken. "Dean?"

"No, thanks. I'm fine," Dean repeated. He'd been saying that for a while. Lola sighed again.

"You should eat something," Bobby said.

"I said I'm fine."

"Dean… I hate to bring this up, I really do, but don't you think maybe it's time… We bury Sam." Lola had to agree with Bobby on this one. She didn't dare say anything, though.

"No." Dean's answer was expected.

"We could…" Bobby sighed." Maybe…"

"What? Torch his corpse? Not yet," Dean insisted. Bobby looked at Lola, asking for her help. Lola shrugged. She didn't know how to help. She'd never lost her sister. She didn't know how it felt. So, she'd lost her brother when she was three, but she didn't know him the way she knew Alex. And good thing, too. It would've killed her, if she'd known him better, more than it killed her when it happened.

"I want you to come with me," Bobby told Dean.

"I'm not going anywhere," he said.

"Dean, please," Bobby pleaded.

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

"I just don't think you should be alone, that's all." Lola resisted the urge to snort. Instead, she glared at Bobby, who shrugged. Dean wasn't alone. Alex and she were there… Well, she was there. Alex was gone, somewhere. She was nowhere to be found. Lola did worry, but she let it be, because her sister just needed time away from all this living hell. "I gotta admit — I could use your help," Bobby added. Dean just snorted. Lola knew Bobby didn't know what else to say. "Something big is going down — end-of-the-world big."

"Well, then let it end!" Dean exclaimed. Lola winced.

"You don't mean that," Bobby said.

"You don't think so? Huh? You don't think I've given enough? You don't think I'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. Go!" Dean paused. Lola had an idea of what he was going through, of what was going through his head. He hadn't slept since… Well, probably since that time they'd stopped at a motel while escorting Lucia and James to their house, which had been, what? A couple of days ago? It seemed longer, though. She wished she could help him somehow, but the only thing she could do was to be there for him. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'm sorry. Please, just go."

Bobby stayed where he was, then, seeing the pleading look in Dean's eyes, he sighed. "You know where I'll be." Lola had a feeling he'd said that for the both of them. He stared at Dean, then at Lola. Finally, he turned his back on them and left the room. Dean took another look at Sam's body and a tear fell from his eye. Lola would've approached him, but decided to leave him alone. Instead, she just took a chair, and sat down.

Alexandra.

"Lucia, hey, listen, calm down. Just… just tell me what happened." Alex was on the phone. She'd left the motel, just going for a walk, and then she'd received a phone call from Lucia, and the girl started saying things that made no sense. Alex wished she would calm down enough to tell her what had happened. She was worried, because it sure as hell didn't sound good.

"J—James just…" Lucia stuttered. "He—he was pinned to the ceiling when I got home. Then he started burning… I… What was that? Do you have any idea what—who—" Lucia didn't finish her sentence. She just sighed and waited for an answer.

"I have a theory," Alex said. "Azazel, a demon, has been doing the same thing to other people. It's… complicated. But I don't understand. What do they want with you?"

"A—a demon? But… I—I don't want a demon after me! I mean…" Alex heard Lucia take a deep breath. "What should I do?"

Alex considered it. "Move. I don't know where… San Diego? San Francisco? Los Angeles, even. It has to be a big city. I… I'm on a hunt right now," Alex lied. "But I'll be there as soon as I can. Text me your new address. And when you get your new house, salt the doors and the windows, then make another circle of salt, and, if anything weird happens, get inside.

"O—okay." Alex figured she was nodding. "Sure. See ya." She hung up.

Dean.

Dean wouldn't leave Sam's body. Inside, he still was holding on to the fact that maybe, just maybe, if God really existed, Sam would wake up, as if nothing had happened. He knew he hadn't slept in days, but how could he sleep when his brother was dead? The worst part was, he really could've been asleep. Not dead. Sometimes, he had to remind himself that his brother was dead, but unconsciously delayed that reminder because hope grew whenever he saw him, thinking he was asleep. Then his hope was crushed by the reminder that Sam was gone.

He could see it perfectly. In his mind, his brother's death scene kept replaying. He couldn't think about anything else. And it hurt him. God knows, the pain was killing him. The pain in his chest, grief and desperation. Every single one of his emotions was killing him.

And then, there was this hunger, and thirst, and the fact that he was tired as hell. He just couldn't sleep, though. He couldn't eat either. He could barely drink, and only did that because he'd die if he didn't. A slow, painful death. But to Dean, dying of dehydration was less painful than what he was feeling.

He'd noticed Bobby walk away, and honestly, he thought Lola had followed him out, too. He didn't notice her sitting down, in a corner of the room, watching him with a worried expression. He thought he was completely alone, because that's how he really felt. Dean looked at Sam's corpse, and memories flooded back into his mind.

"You know, when we were little — you couldn't been more than 5 — you just started asking questions," he said. "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 I begged you — 'Quit asking, Sammy. Man, you don't want to know.' I just wanted you to be a kid... Just for a little while longer. I always tried to protect you... Keep you safe... Dad didn't even have to tell me. It was just always my responsibility, you know? It's like I had one job... I had one job... And I screwed it up. I blew it. And for that, I'm sorry. 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?" Tears started to roll down his cheeks. He didn't do anything for a moment, then he wiped them away. "What am I supposed to do? Sammy. God." He hid his face in his hands. "What am I supposed to do?" Dean looked up. If God existed, then he'd hear him, help him. Dean had never been a believer, but Sam's death had changed him, so much that he was even open to the possibility that maybe, just maybe, God existed. "What am I supposed to do?!" He yelled, at the ceiling.

The thought appeared in his mind out of nowhere. And Dean, being the protective big brother that he was, decided it was the only way — and it probably was — to bring Sam back, and took his chance.

He started the Impala, and was about to drive away when Lola appeared in front of the car. She walked aside, and opened the passenger seat's door, entered the car, and then closed the door. "Where're you goin'?" She asked him.

Dean didn't answer. He knew Lola wouldn't like his answer. Instead, he said, "Get out."

"I'm not leaving you alone, okay? So, if you don't want to tell me where you're going, fine, but I'm going with you. Understood?" She used the same tone Dean used when he wanted someone to do what he wanted. It was an order, and it left no room for discussion. Dean and Lola were soon engaged in a staring contest, until Dean sighed, and revved the engine, once again.

He drove recklessly until he found a crossroads, and then stopped the car. He pulled out a box, containing different objects, and put a picture of himself in it, then stepped out of the car. He burried the box in the middle of the crossroads.

He mentally thanked Lola for staying in the car and not saying anything about what he was about to do, because he was certain she'd figured it out already.

Several seconds passed, and everything was still silent. Dean looked right, then left.

"Oh, come on already. Show your face, you bitch!" He yelled. Then a woman with brown hair appeared. She was wearing a black dress, and black high heels. Honestly, Dean didn't care what she looked like, or what she was wearing. He just had one purpose in mind, and besides, he knew that the demon's real form was just black smoke. The body in front of him was just hosting him, without its own consent.

"Easy sugar, you'll wake the neighbors. Dean. It's so, so good to see you." The woman inhaled sharply. "I mean it. Look at you. Gone and got your family killed. All alone in the world — well, nearly all alone." She glanced over at the car, where Lola was. "Still, it's too sweet. Excuse me, you're gonna have to give me a moment. Sometimes you gotta stop and smell the roses."

Dean just glared at her, his jaw clenched. "I should send you straight back to hell."

"Oh, you should. But you won't. And I know why," she said.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah. Following in Daddy's footsteps. You wanna make a deal. Little Sammy back from the dead, and — let me guess — you're offering up your own soul?" She was obviously enjoying it. Bitch.

"There are a hundred other demons who'd love to get their hands on it. And it's all yours. And all you got to do is bring Sam back. And give me ten years — ten years, and then you come for me."

The demon just stared at him. "You must be joking."

"That's the same deal you give everybody else," Dean said.

"You're not everybody else." She leaned in and whispered in his ear. "Why would I want to give you anything? Keep your gutter soul. It's too tarnished, anyway."

"Nine years," Dean proposed.

"No."

"Eight."

"You keep going, I'll keep saying no," the demon taunted him. She smiled wickedly.

But Dean was desperate. "Okay, five years. Five years, and my bill comes due. That's my last offer — five years or no deal."

The woman leaned in for a kiss, but instead she said, "Then no deal."

"Fine," Dean said.

"Fine." The demon began to walk away. "Make sure you bury Sam before he starts stinking up the joint."

Dean was in despair. He had to keep the demon there. He had to make a deal. It was the only way to save his brother. "Wait," he called out.

The woman turned around. "It's a fire sale, and everything must go," she said softly.

"What do I have to do?" Dean asked.

"First of all, quit groveling. Needy guys are such a turnoff." The demon sighed. "Look... Look, I shouldn't be doing this. I could get in a lot of trouble. But what can I say? I got a blind spot for you, Dean. You're like a... puppy. You're just too fun to play with." She sighed again. "I'll do it."

"You'll bring him back?" Dean asked, hopefully.

"I will. But first, just like your daddy did, you'll have to sweeten the pot. Like I said, your soul is too tarnished. Add another soul in the mix and I'll bring your brother back."

Dean hesitated. "Whose soul?" He knew Sam wouldn't like it. He'd hate him, if he knew what he was doing.

"Um… What about one of your little… friends," the demon winked. "The brown haired girl. What was her name? Alex?" Dean didn't answer. "I have to say, you four have very damaged souls. Two damaged souls are worth one normal soul."

"But—" Dean started, but the demon cut him off.

"Yes, yes, I said four. Your brother has a damaged soul as well, but I only accept normal souls."

Dean wanted to yell. What was with that anyway. Normal souls couldn't be that different from damaged ones, right?

"Oh, you're wrong about that, Dean," the woman said, as if she'd read Dean's mind. "Human souls are more powerful than you think. A damaged soul doesn't have nearly as much power as a normal one. But let's not worry about that." She waved it off. "So, do we have a deal?"

Dean hesitated, once again. He couldn't just hand Alex off to a demon. Lola would kill him. And Sam probably would, too. But he had to bring Sam back. He had to—

"Hey." Lola stepped out of the car. She'd heard the entire conversation. "Don't do it. Not my sister's soul." She glared at the demon, then at Dean. "Look, you've lost your brother, and you want to bring him back, I get it. But don't drag my sister into your deal."

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" The demon circled them. "Lola Vinson!" Dean knew she'd seen Lola when she was in the car, so she was just acting. If he weren't so desperate, he'd snort. "What brings you here?"

"Drop the act, bitch," Lola answered. Then she turned to Dean. "Don't drag my sister into this, you got it?" Lola paused, then said what Dean least expected her to say. "If you need another soul, use mine."

"Wh—why?" He asked her, confused.

"Because if Alex were dead, I'd probably be making a deal with a demon too," she said. "So go on, make your deal." She stepped back.

Dean didn't want to. He wanted her to stay alive. Hell, he was surprised she'd been with him since Day 1, and, even if they'd had a few fights, she'd stuck around. Dean didn't want to admit it, but he was in love with her, and he didn't want her to go to hell.

The thing was, if he exchanged Alex's soul instead of Lola's, Lola would never forgive him. Maybe even kill him. The last thing he wanted was to make her mad.

"You heard her," he told the demon. "You get our souls, and Sam lives."

The demon stayed silent, and stared at them. Finally, she sighed. "Fine. But I've gotta tell ya, if you'd sold me your soul and Alex's, I would've given you one year to live." She shook her head. "As you wish."

"How much time do we have?" Lola asked.

The woman, or demon, or whatever she was, smirked. "One day."

"One day?" Dean asked, shocked. "That's it?"

"Yes, Dean," the woman said. "Isn't one day enough for you?"

Dean was furious. "You bi—"

"Oh, and one more thing. If you try and welch or weasel your way out, then the deal is off. Sam drops dead. He's back to rotten meat in no time," the demon said. "Do we have a deal?"

Dean stared at her, his fists clenched. Lola looked away when Dean kissed the woman, sealing the deal.

Sam.

Sam woke up in a start, in pain, and breathing heavily. He sat up on the mattress, and looked around, confused.

The door opened, and he turned his head toward it, brusquely. Alex entered the room. She was wiping her tears. Then she saw Sam and stopped right in her tracks.

"Sam?" She asked, sounding incredulous. "You—you're—" She didn't finish the sentence. She ran up to Sam and hugged him fiercely. Sam felt a sharp pain on his back.

"Hey, easy there," Sam said, wincing. "Uh… Could you… I mean…"

"Oh, sorry," Alex said, releasing him. "How are you feeling?"

"Uh, fine. I mean, as fine as you can be when you've just been stabbed." Sam chuckled but he winced at the pain. He walked toward the mirror, and lifted his shirt. He examined his back. Honestly, Sam hadn't stopped feeling that sharp pain in his back since he'd woken up. He saw a scar in the middle of his back, and he opened his mouth to ask about it to Alex when the door opened once again, and Dean and Lola entered the room.

"Hey, you're back," Lola said to Alex, who nodded.

The first thing Dean did, though, was to approach Sam. "Sammy," he said.

"Hey." Dean hugged Sam about as fiercely as Alex had before. Maybe even more fiercely. "Ow. Uh, Dean…"

Dean released him after a moment. "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." They both sat down at a table, and Lola and Alex joined them.

"Okay. Dean... What happened to me?" Sam asked.

"Well, what do you remember?"

"I—I saw you and Bobby, and... I felt this pain. This sharp pain, like... Like, white-hot, you know, and then you started running at me, and... That's about it." Sam answered.

"Yeah, that—that kid, stabbed you in the back. You lost a lot of blood. It was pretty touch and go for awhile," Dean answered. Sam had a feeling Alex and Lola were engaged in a psychic conversation, but at that, Alex turned to Dean, as if asking him something. Why were they leaving him out of a conversation? They could trust him! He wasn't some… Some kind of freak or anything, right?

"But Dean, you can't patch up a wound that bad," Sam remarked.

"No, Bobby could. Who was that kid, anyway?" Lola intervened.

"His name's Jake. Did you get him?" Sam asked. The strange thing was, he wished they had caught him, and killed him. Sam wanted him dead, and hopefully, he already was.

"No, he disappeared into the woods," Dean said.

"We got to find him, Dean. And I swear I'm gonna tear that son of a bitch apart." Sam stood up, and was about to walk away when Dean stood up too, and stopped him from walking out the door.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy there, Van Damme. You just woke up, all right? Let's get you something to eat. Huh? You want something to eat?" Sam nodded. Truth was, he was thirsty, and hungry as hell. "I'm starving," Dean commented. Then he turned to the girls, "Come on."

Back at the motel, the four of them were sitting at the table, eating pizza.

"And that's when you guys showed up." Sam had told them everything that had happened in Cold Oak.

"That's awful. Poor Andy," Dean commented.

"Yeah, he seemed nice," Alex added.

"The demon said he only wanted one of us to walk out alive," Sam said.

"He told you that?" Lola asked.

"Yep." Sam scoffed. "He appeared in a dream."

"He tell you anything else?" Dean asked before taking another bite of his pizza.

Sam shook his head. "No. No. That was it. Nothing else. You know, what I don't get, Dean, is if the demon only wanted one of us, then how did Jake and I both get away?"

"Well, I mean, they left you for dead. I'm sure they thought it was over," his brother told him. Sam was sure they were hiding something from him. Dean took another bite of his pizza, this one larger. "So now that Yellow Eyes has Jake, what's he gonna do with him?"

"Azazel," Lola said. The boys turned to her, as if asking her what that meant. "Azazel. That's the demon's name."

"How do you know?" Sam asked her.

Alex and Lola shared a glance, and Alex hesitated before saying, "Because he's the demon that killed my mom."

There was a short silence. "I'm sorry," Sam said.

"It's okay." Alex shook her head. "So? What do you think Azazel is going to do with Jake?"

Sam stared at her, analyzing her, and took his time before answering, "I don't know. But whatever it is, we gotta stop him." He kept his eyes fixed on Alex, until Dean spoke.

"Well, hold on. You need to get your rest. We got time."

"No, we don't."

"Sam, oceans aren't boiling, okay? Frogs aren't raining from the sky. Let's get you your strength back first," Dean insisted.

"Well did you call the roadhouse? Do they know anything?" Sam inquired.

"Yeah…" Dean stayed quiet.

"What is it?" Lola asked, probably noticing Dean's hesitation.

"The roadhouse burned to the ground. Ash is dead. Probably Ellen — a lot of other hunters, too," Dean admitted.

"Demons?" Alex asked.

"Yeah, we think so. We think because Ash found something," Dean explained.

"What did he find?" Sam wondered.

"Bobby's working on that right now."

"Well, come on then. Bobby's only a few hours away." Sam leaned in and started to stand up, when Dean stood up too and grabbed Sam by his shoulder.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop, Sam, stop. Damn it. You almost died there. I mean, what would I have — you just take care of yourself for a little bit, huh? Just for a little bit?" Dean pleaded.

"I'm sorry. No." Sam shook his head. Dean shook his head, too.

Lola.

I'm not having this conversation with you, right now, Lola thought.

Come on, Lola. I mean, we're talking about a deal with a demon. This is important! Alex insisted.

Dammit, Alex, I said no! Lola mentally yelled. Alex didn't speak for a while.

You're involved in this, okay? Please, Lola, I need to know. How much time did you get?

I'm not telling you now, dammit! Can't we just focus on the case?

Lola built up a wall, just in case her sister tried to read her mind again, and prevented her from discovering exactly how much time Dean and her had left.

The Impala pulled over at Bobby's house, and they all got out. Lola avoided looking at Alex.

Dean knocked on the door, and Bobby opened. He looked at Sam with astonishment.

"Hey, Bobby," Dean said.

"Hey, Bobby," Sam nodded. Lola nodded once, and Alex waved at him.

Bobby ignored them, probably because he was so surprised. "Sam. It's good to see... you up and around."

"Yeah, well... Thanks for patching me up." Sam smiled.

"Don't mention it."

Before they could say anything else, Dean intervened, "Well Sam's better. And we're back in it now, so... What do you know?"

They were inside Bobby's house now. All sitting around a table, over which was a map.

"Well, I found something. But I'm not sure what the hell it means," Bobby told them.

"What is it?" Sam asked.

"Demonic omens... Like a freakin' tidal wave. Cattle deaths. Lightening storms. They skyrocketed from out of nowhere. Here." He pointed at Wyoming on the map. "All around here, except for one place... Southern Wyoming."

"Wyoming?" Lola said.

"Yeah. That one area's totally clean — spotless. It's almost as if..." Bobby trailed off.

"What?" Sam asked.

"The demons are surrounding it," Alex realized. Bobby nodded.

"But you don't know why?" Dean raised an eyebrow.

"No, and by this point my eyes are swimming. Sam, would you take a look at it? Maybe you could catch something I couldn't."

"Yeah, sure." Sam nodded.

"Come on, Dean. I got some more books in the truck. Help me lug 'em in." Bobby and Dean left the room.

Tell me now, or I'll tell him the truth, Alex threatened.

Lola glanced at her, then back at the map, then back at her again. I'm getting real tired of your shit, Alex. She warned her sister.

Oh yeah? Well, I'm getting tired of yours! Why can't you tell me?

Lola didn't answer. Instead, she built up the wall again, and turned to Sam.

"Sam," she said, and he looked up, "Alex and I need to talk. We'll be outside, if you need us."

"Uh, sure," he said.

Lola walked out of the room, and then outside. She went the opposite way Dean and Bobby had gone, just in case. She didn't want to run into them. Lola knew that if Alex learned what really had happened by someone other than her, she might take it worse than if Lola had told her.

"So?" Alex asked. "Will you tell me, or not?"

Lola sighed. "Fine." She glared at her sister. "But don't say I didn't warn you."

"You didn't!" Her sister protested. "You're keeping things from me, and you know how much I hate that!"

"And you know why I'm not telling you anything!" Lola raised her voice. "You have no idea what happened, and it's better if it stays that way! I told you, you won't like it!"

"I don't care!" Alex raised her voice too. "You don't understand it, do you? I'm sick, and tired of you keeping things from me because you're 'trying to protect me'." Alex did air quotes with her fingers. "I don't need protection, not from this! I need to know what's going on, Lola." She stayed quiet for a moment. Lola thought she was going to start crying, but she didn't. She just looked tired. Then again, she hadn't slept in a while either. She hadn't slept in more than two days, if you don't count when the demon had knocked them out. Lola's eyes softened at Alex's puppy dog eyes.

"Look…" She sighed. "The demon didn't just drag me into this. It—it was by choice."

"What?" Alex asked, confused. "I don't understand. Why would you—"

"Because I had no other choice," Lola answered. "Because it was either me, or you."

"What?"

"The—the demon said she only accepted 'normal souls', and she said Dean's soul was too damaged, and she said—she said we all had damaged souls — you, me, Sam and Dean — and she would accept two souls instead. It was about to take yours, but I stepped in, and told them to take mine instead. I couldn't let you go to Hell, Alex. I just couldn't." Lola shook her head.

"But now you're the one going to Hell." Alex paused, probably hoping her sister would say something, but Lola wouldn't say a word. She didn't want to. She didn't know what to say. "How much time did you get?"

Lola didn't answer. She was looking down at the ground. She couldn't meet her sister's eyes. Alex repeated the question. Lola sighed. Still looking down, she mumbled the answer. "One day."

"One what?" Her sister asked, stunned.

Irritated, Lola looked at her sister, and said, louder, "One day, all right? I got one fucking day to live, and it sucks, okay? I don't want to be repeating this all day, so you might as well get this into your fucking head right now!" She raised her voice until she was yelling. She stopped herself from yelling other swear words and looked at her sister instead. She seemed devastated, and she probably was. Alex leaned against the wall for support. Lola could tell she felt like her knees couldn't hold her anymore, like she would drop to the ground at any moment. She immediately felt bad for making that deal, and almost wished she hadn't, but then she remembered. It was either your life or Alex's, she reminded herself.

"Why did you do that?" Alex mumbled. "Why?"

Before Alex could say anything, Sam opened the door and ran up to them. Lola saw how her sister immediately went back to her normal state. "Hey guys," Sam told them. "You might want to come inside."

"Why?" Alex asked. "Is something wrong?"

"It's just… Ellen is here."

Alexandra.

Even though Alex was surprised — and glad — Ellen was still alive, she felt empty inside. Her sister was going to Hell. Dean was going to Hell. Sam had died, and then he'd been brought back to life. Lucia was in trouble — Alex didn't know why she cared that much, but she did and there was absolutely no point in denying it — and something big happened. Something Apocalypse-like, and it sure as Hell didn't help that Azazel was still alive. She wasn't mad. If she'd been mad, she would've wanted to hit something, shoot something. Anything. But no. She felt empty inside. She just didn't want to live anymore. But her sister was still alive, Dean was still alive, and Sam was still here. Lucia, she'd be fine. Alex would go see her as soon as she could. And whatever had happened, they were going to stop it. And Azazel, they'd take care of him too. She told herself that, hoping to cheer up, but it didn't help much. Instead, she decided to focus on what was happening.

They were in Bobby's house, Bobby and Ellen sitting at a table, while Lola and Sam were sitting near the wall, and Dean and she were leaning against it.

Bobby pulled out a flask and poured Ellen a shot of something, probably holy water. Then he pushed the shot glass toward her.

"Bobby, is this really necessary?" Ellen asked him.

"Just a belt of holy water, shouldn't hurt," he answered.

Ellen brought the glass to her lips and swallowed the water. Then she put the glass back on the table. "Whiskey now, if you don't mind."

"Ellen, what happened? How'd you get out?" Dean asked her.

"I wasn't supposed to. I was supposed to be in there with everybody else." She scoffed. "But we ran out of pretzels, of all things. It was just dumb luck." She brought the glass to her lips once again, this time filled with whiskey, and swallowed it. "Anyway, that's when Ash called, panic in his voice." She sighed. "He told me to look in the safe. Then the call cut out. By the time I got back, the flames were sky-high. And everybody was dead. I couldn't have been gone more than fifteen minutes."

"Sorry, Ellen," Sam said.

Ellen had tears in her eyes. "A lot of good people died in there. And I got to live." She scoffed. "Lucky me."

"Ellen, you mentioned a safe." Lola said.

Ellen nodded. "A hidden safe we keep in the basement."

"Demons get what was in it?" Bobby asked.

"No." Ellen pulled out a map, unfolded it, and set it on the table. The map had several black lines and Xs on it.

"Wyoming. What does that mean?" Lola pointed to the lines.

No one knew, so they'd started investigating. Honestly, Alex wasn't doing a good job. She was too distracted. What her sister had told her wouldn't leave her mind. She knew she should've been doing something, instead of just… Staying there, without doing anything. And she was trying to get out of this numb, empty state, but it was hard. Really hard.

Bobby interrupted her thoughts. "I don't believe it." He set the book he was holding on a table.

"What? You got something?" Sam asked.

"A lot more than that. Each of these Xs," he pointed at the Xs on the map, "is an abandoned frontier church- all mid 19th century. And all of them built by Samuel Colt."

"Samuel Colt — the demon-killing, gunmaking Samuel Colt?" Lola asked.

"Yep. And there's more. He built private railway lines," he said, pointing at the black lines on the map, "connecting church to church. It just happens to lay out like this." He took out a black marker and connected the Xs, drawing a five-pointed star. A pentagram.

"Tell me that's not what I think it is," Dean asked, surprised.

"It's a Devil's Trap," Alex said.

"A 100-square mile Devil's Trap," Sam added.

"That's brilliant. Iron lines demons can't cross," Dean remarked.

"Dude, this guy was a genius!" Lola nodded in approval.

"I've never heard of anything that massive," Ellen said.

"No one has," Bobby told her.

"And after all these years none of the lines are broken? I mean, it still works?" Dean wondered.

"Definitely," Sam said.

"It makes sense. This is huge, man." Lola leaned against the table.

"How do you know?" Dean frowned.

"All those omens Bobby found. I mean the demons, they must be circling and they can't get in," Alex explained, also understanding what Sam and Lola meant.

"Yeah, well... They're trying," Bobby said.

"Why? What's inside?" Ellen asked.

"Hell if I know." Lola shook her head. "It must be something important, though."

"I've been looking for an answer to that," Dean told them. "And, uh, there's nothing except an old cowboy cemetery right in the middle."

"Well, what's so important about a cemetery. Or… What's Colt trying to protect?" Sam asked.

"Well, unless…" Dean trailed off.

"Unless what?" Bobby asked him.

"What if Colt wasn't trying to keep the demons out? What if he was trying to keep something in?" Dean asked.

"Well, that's a comforting thought," Ellen said sarcastically.

"Yeah, you think?" Lola asked, also being sarcastic.

"Could they do it, Bobby? Could they get inside?" Alex asked him.

Bobby shook his head. "This thing's so powerful, you'd practically need an A-bomb to destroy it. No way a full-blood demon gets across."

"No." Sam paused. "But I know who could."

Dean.

It was nighttime. They were in the cemetery, hidden behind tombs, waiting for Jake to arrive. Dean tried not to think about what would happen around midnight. He sure as hell didn't need that as a distraction. Fortunately, the cemetery gate opened, and Jake appeared. He walked toward a crypt. Sam walked out fron behind the tomb.

"Howdy Jake," he said.

Jake turned around, surprised. "Wait... You were dead. I killed you."

Shut. Up! Dean thought furiously as he and the other hunters revealed themselves.

"Yeah? Well next time, finish the job." Sam stared at him with a burning hatred, Dean noticed.

"I did! I cut clean through your spinal cord, man." Dean saw Sam glance at him, then look back at Jake. "You can't be alive. You can't be."

"Okay, just take it real easy there, son," Bobby told him.

"And if I don't?" Jake raised an eyebrow.

"Wait and see," Sam said.

"What, you a tough guy all of a sudden? What are you gonna do — kill me?"

"It's a thought," Sam admitted.

"You had your chance. You couldn't."

"I won't make that mistake twice," Sam warned him. Jake just laughed.

"What are you smiling at, you little bitch?" Dean glared at Jake.

"Hey, do me a favor. Put that gun to your head." Jake nodded at Alex, who did exactly what he said. "See that Ava girl was right. Once you give in to it, there's all sorts of new Jedi mind tricks you can learn." Even though Dean hated him more by the second, he kinda liked him just a little bit for that Star Wars reference.

"Let her go," Sam ordered.

"Shoot him," Alex said, her voice trembling. "Just shoot him."

"You'll be mopping up skull before you get a shot off." He paused. "Everybody, put your guns down. Except you, sweetheart." They all dropped their guns, except Alex. "Okay, thank you." He turned around, pulling the Colt out of his pocket. While he inserted it into the crypt, Lola and Ellen grabbed Alex and stopped her from shooting herself, just as Sam shot Jake, four times in the back. Jake fell to the ground, and Sam walked in front of him.

Jake was gasping. "Please..." He pleaded. "Don't. Please."

Sam ignored him, and shot him three more times in the chest. Then they all watched as two separate engravings on the crypt spun in different directions, then stopped.

"Oh, no," Bobby said.

"Bobby, what is it?" Ellen asked.

"It's Hell."

Dean walked to the door of the crypt, and pulled the Colt out.

"Take cover — now!" Bobby warned.

They all ran behind tombstones as the doors of the crypt burst open, and black smoke came out of it, going out into the sky. Demons.

"What the hell just happened?!" Dean yellled at Ellen, to be heard over the noise.

"That's the Devil's Gate, the damn door to Hell," Ellen answered, also yelling. "Come on! We gotta shut that gate!"

Dean started checking if the Colt had bullets. "If the demon gave this to Jake... Then maybe..."

Thunder interrupted him, and the Yellow-Eyed Demon — Azazel, Dean reminded himself — appeared behind him — Dean felt his presence — and the Colt flew out of Dean's hands, and into Azazel's.

"A boy shouldn't play with Daddy's guns," the demon said. He sent Dean flying away, and his head hit a tombstone.

"Dean!" Sam let go of the Gate and ran toward his brother, but Azazel sent him flying against a tree.

"Shit!" Lola cursed, and she and her sister ran toward the boys, but they were thrown away too, also by the demon.

"I'll get to you in a minute, champ." Azazel told Sam. "But I'm proud of you — knew you had it in you." Dean tried to move, but realized he couldn't. The son of a bitch had paralized him. "So, Dean... I got to thank you. You see, demons can't resurrect people unless a deal is made. I know, red tape — it'll make you nuts. But thanks to you, Sammy's back in rotation." Azazel laughed. "Now, I wasn't counting on that, but I'm glad. I liked him better than Jake, anyhow. Tell me — have you ever heard the expression, 'If a deal sounds too good to be true, it probably is?'"

"You call that deal good?" Dean snorted.

"Well, it's a better shake than your dad ever got. And you never wondered why? I'm surprised at you. I mean... You saw what your brother just did to Jake, right? That was pretty cold, wasn't it?" He chuckled. "How certain are you that what you brought back, is 100% pure Sam?" Azazel laughed, and Dean had the urge to punch him in the face. Too bad he couldn't move. "You of all people should know, that what's dead should stay dead. Anyway... Thanks a bunch. I knew I kept you alive for some reason. Until now, anyway. I couldn't have done it without your pathetic, self-loathing, self-destructive desire to sacrifice yourself for your family."

Azazel was prepared to shoot him, and Dean told himself it was okay. He was ready, and he'd die that night anyhow. But then someone appeared behind the demon, and Dean got to look at him, and his eyes widened in surprise. John — his dad — grabbed the demon from behind and the body it was possessing fell to the ground, and his dad wrestled with black smoke — Azazel. Dean, finding out that he could move again, took the Colt, and didn't have to check on the bullets, since Azazel had been about to shoot him. The demon pushed John to the ground, and re-possessed the body. When he stood up, Dean shot him, and he had a look of surprise in his face, that was like a big negatory — like he didn't even believe that Dean had been the one to shot him. He fell to the ground soon after, dead.

Bobby and Ellen closed the Gates, and turned around, just in time to see John. Lola and Alex were walking toward them too, but stopped at where Bobby and Ellen were, knowing it was a family reunion, and not really wanting to interrupt. At least that's what Dean figured out.

Dean started to cry. He never thought he'd see his father again. He realized how badly he wanted him to be alive, and that made him cry even more. John, who was also crying, put a hand on his shoulder.

Dean noticed Sam walking toward them. He had tears in his eyes, but he wasn't crying. When John released him, he looked at Sam, and they nodded at each other. John looked back at Dean, and took a step back. His form flickered, then he disappeared.

Dean felt hurt, once again, as if it was the first time John had died. And, to be honest, it hurt like Hell.

Sam.

Sam, Dean, Alex and Lola were standing over Azazel's smoking body. They were astonished.

"Well, check that off the to-do list," Dean said.

"You did it," Lola remarked.

"I didn't do it alone." Sam knew Dean was thinking about their dad.

"Do you think Dad really... Do you think he really climbed outta hell?" Sam asked his brother.

"The door was open. If anyone's stubborn enough to do it... It would be him."

"Where do you think he is now?" Sam wondered.

"I don't know," Dean admitted.

"I kind of can't believe this." Alex shook her head. "I mean, the reason we started hunting his because this bastard killed my mom…" She didn't finish her sentence. Instead, she shook her head.

"Yeah." Sam could relate. "I kind of don't know what to say."

"I do," Dean said, leaning closer to the demon. "That was for our mom... You son of a bitch."

"Yeah, and my stepmother," Lola added.

Bobby and Ellen were far behind them. Sam decided to take advantage of that.

"You know, when Jake saw me... It was like he saw a ghost." He scoffed. "I mean, hell, you heard him, Dean. He said he killed me."

"I'm glad he was wrong," his brother said.

"I don't think he was, Dean. What happened... After I was stabbed?"

"I already told you."

"Not everything," Sam insisted.

"Sam, we just killed the demon. Can we celebrate for a minute?" Dean asked.

"Did I die?"

"Oh, come on."

"Did you sell your soul for me, like Dad did for you?" Sam demanded.

"Oh, come on. No!" Dean denied, but Sam didn't believe him.

"Tell me the truth." Dean didn't say anything. "Dean, tell me the truth," Sam insisted.

"Sam…" Dean chuckled, but there was no humor in it. Sam knew that was his way of saying he'd made a deal.

"How long did you get?" His voice broke when he asked it. He noticed Lola and Alex looking away. "You knew about this?" He asked them. Lola nodded. Alex hesitated at first, then nodded as well. Sam turned to Dean once again. "How long did you get?" He repeated.

"One day," he whispered. Then he repeated, louder, "I got one day."

Sam was hurt, and started panicking. "You shouldn't have done that. How could you do that?"

"Don't get mad at me," Dean pleaded. "Don't you do that. I had to. I had to look out for you. That's my job."

"And what do you think my job is?" Sam asked him.

"What?"

"You've saved my life over and over. I mean, you sacrifice everything for me. Don't you think I'd do the same for you? You're my big brother. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. Now I can't even try to save you because we don't have time…" Sam ran his fingers through his hair. Then he turned to Lola and Alex. "If you knew why didn't you tell me?"

"I wanted to but…" Alex trailed off. "I don't know. I just didn't. I mean, Dean obviously didn't want you to know."

"Yeah," Lola said. "And I didn't say anything, partly because, well, because of Dean, and partly because the deal involves me too," she admitted.

"What?"

"Demon chick was crazy," Lola said as an explanation. "So, we're both going to Hell."

Alex looked at the ground. Lola and Dean stayed quiet. Sam shook his head in disbelief.

"So, what now?" He asked them. "I mean, you're going to Hell. What am I supposed to do? What are we supposed to do?" He asked, also including Alex.

Dean just stared at him, tears in his eyes. Truth was, Sam was tearing up as well.

"Keep fighting. Take care of my wheels. Sam, remember what Dad taught you... Okay?" Dean told Sam. He nodded. "And remember what I taught you." Tears started rolling down Sam's eyes as Dean pulled him into a hug. Sam could feel Dean's strong grip, and how his nails dug in his back. Dean was hugging him like it was the last time. And it was. Then he let go of him.

"I'm so sorry, Alex." He heard Lola tell Alex, who shook her head. Both girls were hugging. Alex was also crying. Lola wasn't, but she did have tears in her eyes.

Dean hugged Alex, it seemed to be his way to say goodbye. Lola walked up to him, and hugged him too. She whispered in his ear, "Take care of Alex."

"I will," Sam whispered back.

When they all let go of each other, Alex looked at her watch. She looked up, as another tear rolled down her cheek. "It's almost midnight," she said, her voice breaking.

Dean and Lola looked one last time at each other, and then they kissed passionately. When they did, Sam looked away, and he supposed Alex did too.

When they both broke apart, they looked around, and had terrified looks on their faces.

"Hellhounds," Lola whispered. The hellhounds started barking, and Dean and Lola ran into the woods, holding hands. Sam ran after them immediately, but he noticed how Alex hesitated, before following them. They had to stop the hellhounds. They just had to. They needed to save Dean and Lola. Sam wouldn't stop, not until his brother and his friend were safe.

Whatever it took, he'd do it. If they went to Hell, he'd find a way to bring them back. He would, whatever the cost.

Sam Winchester would not give up. He was not a quitter, and now, he also was determined to do it.

No one would stop him from bringing them back.