It's over I didn't want to see it come to this
I wonder if I will ever see your face again
And I know that I will find a way to shed my skin
It's simple I know that I will suffer in the end

It's hopeless, the end will come and wash it all away
Forsaken, I live for those I lost along the way
And I can't remember how it all began to break
You suffer, I live to fight and die another day

Fast I fade away
It's almost over
Hold on
Slow I suffocate
I'm cold and broken
Alone
Breaking Benjamin – Fade Away

This was it. Surprisingly enough, thanks to Becky, we got a lead on the Colt. Cas had spent some time tracking it down, but eventually he found the Cold and the demon that had it. Because of the warding covering the mansion, Cas couldn't get in. So it was up to us. Now we had the chance to get it. The chance to...kill the devil.

It's crazy, but it's the only plan we have left.

As much as I wanted to be the one to do this, to not put her in this position, the demons we assumed would be standing guard would've noticed me in a second. So I watched from beside a few bushes near the gate as Jo walked up to it, her gown swaying in the breeze by her feet.

She pressed the intercom, leaning in. "Hello? My car broke down. I- I need some help."

"I'll be down in a minute." A static voice replied just before the gate swung open and two men approached her. "Evening, pretty lady. Get yourself on in here."

"I just need to make a call."

"You don't need to call anyone, baby. We're the only help you're ever gonna need."

"You know what? I think I should wait by my car." Jo turned to go, but the demon grabbed her, pulling her back harshly.

"We said, get your ass in here."

Just as fast as Jo shook his hand off and punched him, I ran out, stabbing the second demon through the back of the neck with Ruby's knife before plunging it into the first demon's stomach, looking up at Jo with a smile. "Nice work."

"Uh-huh. And you didn't want me to do it."

"I didn't want you to get hurt."

"Sure."

"Here." Dean called, walking up to hand Jo a bag.

"Shall we?" She asked, pulling out a pair of wire cutters before stepping past the gate. Jo made her way around the back of the house while Dean, Sam and I headed inside as quietly as possible.

We followed the sound of a loud TV, stopping a room before the noise. I peered in, seeing a man sitting on the far end with a glass of whiskey in his hand, watching a black and white movie. We readied ourselves, both boys holding shotguns, hearing the demon get up, walking out towards us.

"It's Crowley, right?" I asked, keeping a hand on the knife that I'd tucked into my belt buckle.

"So, the Justice League finally found me." Crowley muttered in a light British accent. "Took you long enough." He was about to take a step forward into the devil's trap we'd drawn on the rug when he saw the side of it lifted up. He peaked underneath letting out a huff as he straightened up. "Do you have any idea how much this rug cost?"

Suddenly, I felt someone come up behind, grabbing me. To both of my sides, the boys were in the same predicament, being held back by two more demons, their guns on the floor. I threw my head back, hitting the demon's nose, catching him off guard, making him loosen his grip. In one motion, I grabbed Ruby's knife from my belt, twisting around, slitting his throat.

Just as I turned back around, Crowley had the Colt out, a grin on his face as he watched me, aiming the gun at my chest. "Look at you. Both beauty and beast."

"So, what you shoot us now?" I asked, glancing over at Sam and Dean, who were about to fight the demons holding them, but froze when Crowley drew the Colt.

"This is it, right? This is what it's all about." Crowley asked, waving the gun around before shooting the two demons, giving us pointed looks. "We need to talk. Privately."

The boys and I exchanged a look, following Crowley into a lavish room where a glass of whiskey sat on the desk. Dean looked around, his brow furrowed. "What the hell is this?"

"Do you know how deep I could have buried this thing? There's no reason you or anyone should know this even exists, except that I told you."

"You told us?" Sam asked incredulously.

"Rumors, innuendo, sent out on the grapevine."

"Why? Why tell us anything?"

"I want you to take this thing to Lucifer and empty it into his face."

"Uh-huh, okay." Dean nodded. "And why exactly would you want the devil dead?"

"It's called survival. Well, I forgot you three, at best, are functioning morons-"

"You're functioning...morons..."

I smacked Dean's stomach with the back of my hand, fighting off the urge to roll my eyes as Crowley continued. "Lucifer isn't a demon, remember? He's an angel. An angel famous for his hatred of humankind. To him, you're just filthy bags of puss. If that's the way he feels about you, what can he think about us?"

"But he created you." Sam said.

"To him, we're just servants. Cannon fodder. If Lucifer manages to exterminate humankind, we're next. So, help me, huh? Let's all go back to simpler, better times, back to when we could all follow our natures. I'm in sales, dammit! So what do you say if I give you this thing, and you go kill the devil?" Crowley asked, holding the gun out, handle first, wiggling it.

Sam reached out hesitantly, taking the gun. "Great."

"Great."

"You wouldn't happen to know where the devil is, by chance, would you?"

"Thursday, birdies tell me, there's an appointment in Carthage, Missouri."

"Okay." Sam nodded, placing the barrel between Crowley's eyes, pulling the trigger. It clicked, empty.

"Oh, yeah, right, you'll probably need some more ammunition."

"Aren't you kind of signing your own death warrant, here?" I asked. "What happens to you if we go up against the devil and lose?"

"Number one, he's going to wipe us all out anyway. Two, after you leave here, I go on an extended vacation to all points nowhere. And three, how about you don't miss, okay! Morons!"

Crowley rolled his eyes, tossing a pack of bullets to me. I glared back at him, watching as he disappeared from view.

SOUIX FALLS, SD – NIGHT

Singer House

Across the room, Ellen and Jo sat at the kitchen table with Cas in between the both of them, ten shot glasses, some full and some not, sitting in front of them. Jo sipped on her beer, watching her mother tip back a shot glass, placing it back on the table.

"Alright, big boy." She nodded to Cas.

The angel let out a small breath, draining all five glasses in a row with ease. "I think I'm starting to feel something."

Jo gawked, glancing back at me with an open mouth. I just shrugged, smiling at Cas. Sam and Dean sat to either of my sides, each of us holding a beer.

"It's gotta be a trap, right?" Sam asked suddenly.

"Sam Winchester, having trust issues with a demon. Well, better late than never." Dean commented. I shot him a look, rolling my eyes.

"Thank you again for your continued support."

"You're welcome." Dean grinned. "You know, trap or no trap, we got a snowball's chance, we gotta take it, right?"

"Yeah, I suppose."

"Besides, I'm not sure it is a trap. Check it out." Dean said, handing me some papers so that Sam and I could both look. "I mean, Carthage is lit up like a Christmas tree with Revelation omens. There's been six missing persons reported, in town, since Sunday. I think the devil's there."

"Okay."

"Look, when you think about it...you two can't come."

"What?" I asked, glancing over at Dean with surprised eyes.

"Look, I go against Satan and screw the pooch. We've lost a game piece. That we can take. But if you're there, then we are handing the devil's vessel right over to him. And if you're there, I- we don't know what will happen. And that's not smart."

"When have we ever done anything smart?"

"I'm serious, Tor."

"Me too. Haven't we learned a thing? If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it together."
Dean watched me for a moment, seeing that I wasn't about to back down. And I certainly wasn't going to let him do this alone. "Okay. But it's a stupid fucking idea."

Sam let out a sigh, looking over into the kitchen where Ellen, Jo and Cas sat. "Talk about stupid ideas."

As I watched them, I felt more and more horrible for dragging them into this mess. With a heavy breath, I got up and headed up the steps into the bedroom, sitting at the foot of one of the beds, pulling in deep breaths, trying to clear my head.

"Hey." Dean called, leaning in the doorway.

"Hey."

"You okay?"

"Yeah." I nodded, watching as he entered the room, shutting the door behind him before making his way over, sitting next to me.

"So, dangerous mission tomorrow."

"Yeah."

"Guess it's time to eat, drink, and, you know, make merry."

"Are you giving me the last night on earth speech?" I asked with a laugh, raising an eyebrow.

"What? No." Dean mumbled, glancing around the room before letting his eyes fall on me again. "If I was, would that work?"

I smiled, leaning in towards him, just about to press my lips against his when I stopped. "No."

Dean chuckled. "Well, then what would I have to do?"

Another joke nearly came out of my mouth before the realization of tomorrow hit me, along with the fear of what might happen. We might die, and this time I don't think we'd come back. I looked up at Dean, nothing but love in my gaze. "Nothing. You just have to be you."

"Tor, are you okay?" Dean asked, noting my sudden seriousness. I shook my head, looking to the ground. Dean wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against him, holding me tightly.

After a few moments, I looked up to Dean, pulling him down so his lips would meet mine. My lungs burned for air, but I didn't want to stop. I moved onto my back, my hands in Dean's hair, guiding him to follow me. He rested in between my legs as we kissed each other hungrily.

We slowly pealed each others clothes off until we were both bare, our chests flush. I was more than ready, loving the feeling of his chest rising and falling as he pushed inside, filling me. Before I knew it, pleasure filled my body, Dean and I moaning into each others mouths as we came.

"I love you." I murmured, my hands on his cheeks as he rested his forehead against mine, kissing me.

"I know."

The emotions started getting to me, tears springing to my eyes. Dean didn't say a word, wiping away the tear that streamed down my cheek. I tried desperately not to think about tomorrow, to just concentrate on the feel of him, but it was almost impossible. Because no matter how much we could try to act brave, to pretend that we thought everything was going to be fine...we knew it might not be.

There's that possibility of one, or all of us, getting hurt.

A possibility that was all too real.

Suddenly, a loud knock sounded on the door, seconds before it was opened, leaving Dean and I barely enough time to cover ourselves up.

"Jo!" I scolded, glaring at her as she grinned, her arms folded.

"Bobby asked me to come get you." She muttered innocently.

"Well, we're a little busy."

"I can see that."

"You saw nothing."

"I saw a little something." Jo muttered suggestively, allowing her eyes to trail down Dean's body, landing on his crotch, that was now covered by a thin sheet. "And by little I mean, not so little."

"I will gouge your eyes out with my nails." I hissed.

"You can, but guess what? I'll still have that sweet, sweet memory."

"Beat it, Jo."

"Really? Okay." She shrugged, shooting a smile at Dean, looking back to me. "I didn't think you'd be down with that."

"That's not the kind of beat it I was talking about."

"Oh, you want me to leave?"

"Yeah."

"Not beat him o-"

"Finish that sentence, you won't have a tongue."

"Okay, okay." She laughed, holding her hands up. "Bobby really does want us all downstairs though. So before you start boning again-"

"We'll be right down."

After throwing our clothes back on, Dean and I headed downstairs, seeing everyone gathering in the living room, Bobby setting up a tripod in the middle of the room. He glanced up at us, rolling his eyes. "There you two are. It's time for the lineup. Usual suspects in the corner."

"Oh come on, Bobby. Nobody wants their picture taken." Ellen complained.

"Hear, hear." Sam chimed in.

"Shut up. You're drinking my beer." Bobby said as Dean and I made our way over.

"It's only fair." I shrugged.

As I stood in front of him, I felt Dean wrap an arm around my waist, draping the other over Jo's shoulder when she moved to his left. To my right, Sam stood behind Cas, an arm around his shoulder, with Ellen in front of him. After pressing a few more buttons on the camera, Bobby wheeled over, stopping right in front of Dean and I, all of us smiling.

"Anyway, I'm gonna need something to remember your sorry asses by."

"Always good to have an optimist around." Ellen smiled.

"Bobby's right. Tomorrow we hunt the devil. This is our last night on earth."

And with that, our smiles fell and the camera flashed.

CARTHAGE, MISSOURI – DAY

The sky was overcast and almost gray looking, the sun covered up by thick, heavy clouds that looked like they were about to pour down rain any second. After checking the police station and finding it empty, we drove down another seemingly abandoned street in the Impala, Ellen, Jo and Cas following close behind in their own car.

"You getting a signal?" Sam asked.

"No. Still nothing." I replied, looking at my phone to see that there were no bars.

"Nice and spooky." Dean commented, slowing to a stop as he waved Ellen over.

She pulled up along side, rolling the windows down. "Place seem a little empty to you?"

"Just a little."

With that, Dean pulled the Impala up to the curb, parking it. Ellen did the same, the six of us getting out, Cas not using the door, just appearing next to Jo, who looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. "Ever heard of a door handle?"

"Of course I have." Cas replied, looking around.

"What is it?" I asked, noticing that something was off about him.

"The town's not empty."

"It's not?" Dean asked.

"Reapers."

"As in more than one?"

"Yes." Cas muttered, staring up at one of the windows for a moment before disappearing from view before any of us could stop him. The five of us began moving down the street, the boys and I taking the front while Jo and Ellen hung back a few steps.

"Great, been in town twenty minutes and already lost the angel up our sleeve." Dean mumbled.

"You think Lucifer got him?" Sam asked.

"I don't know what else to think."

"There you are." A female voice called from behind, smiling at me as we turned to face her. "Long time no see, honey bunch."

"I'm sorry, am I supposed to remember you?" I asked.

"Always with the comebacks. I admire that. Why don't you ask Ren and Stimpy over there, they know." She said, nodding to Sam and Dean.

"Meg." Sam spat.

"What? Meg? You knew she was back?" I asked, glancing back at the boys, who looked away with guilty eyes. "Thanks for telling me!"

Meg grinned. "Shouldn't have come here."

"Hell, I could say the same thing for you." Dean said, aiming the Colt at her.

"Didn't come here alone, Dean-o." Meg smiled as growling began. My eyes widened as I saw the faint outline of several hellhounds emerging from behind parked cars, their nails digging into the asphalt.

"Hellhounds."

"Yeah, Dean. Your favorite. The things that left that pretty little scar on your angel's tummy and took you to hell." Meg smirked at me. "Come on, my father wants to see you."

"I think we'll pass, thanks." Sam said.

"Your call. You can make this easy or you can make it really, really hard."

Dean glanced over at me, I nodded, keeping an eye on the hellhounds as he turned back to Meg. "When have you known us to ever make anything easy?"

I pulled up my gun, firing it at the hellhound closest to Meg, seeing blood spurt from it's wound. We all took off, running away from the hellhounds as they began to charge at us. Sam and Ellen were out in front with Dean and I following behind. From behind, I heard the sound of one of the hellhounds getting closer and just as I turned it gained speed, grabbing Jo before I could reach her, shredding her side.

"Jo!" I screamed, stopping dead in my tracks, beginning to shoot at the hellhound along with Sam and Ellen until it fell back.

Dean ran over, scoping Jo up into his arms, rushing for one of the nearest stores. Ellen and I followed, holding the door open. Dean brought Jo to the back of the store, setting her down in front of the counter so she could lean against it. I tried to keep my eyes off of her side, which was soaked in blood.

"Dean, I need your help!" Sam called from the front of the store. On his way, Dean grabbed a couple bags of rock salt, and the both of them got to work chaining the door shut before lining it and the windows with salt.

"It's gonna be okay." I told Jo while her mother whispered for her to just keep breathing. As gently as possible, I pealed her hand away from her wound, watching blood flow out freely. My heart sank, but now was not the time to cry. Now was the time to be strong. We had to get her fixed up. "Jo, can you hear me?"

"Yeah." She breathed.

"Okay. Stay with us, okay?"

"Okay." I nodded, glancing over to Ellen, who put her hand over Jo's wound, holding pressure to it. I got up, going into the back room, thankfully finding a first aid kit. I rushed back out, bandaging Jo's injury as quickly and tightly as I possible could.

Once I got Jo bandaged up, her wound had stopped gushing blood, there was still some trickling out, and she was growing more pale by the second. I made my way over to the boys, my hands still covered in blood.

"How's she holding up?" Dean asked, glancing up at me from the small radio in front of him. I just stared back, not wanting to say.

"Salt lines are holding up." Sam interjected.

"Safe for now."

"Safer. Trapped like rats."

"Hey, you heard Meg. Her father's here. This is our one shot, Sammy. We gotta take it, no matter what." Dean said, continuing to fidget with the radio until it squealed. "Here we go."

"Sam, can I get some help over here, please?" Ellen called.

As Sam left, Dean held up the radio's mouthpiece. "K C 5 Fox Delta Oscar, come in."

"K C 5 Fox Delta Oscar, go ahead." Bobby responded.

"Bobby, it's Dean. We got problems."

"It's okay, boy. That's why I'm here. Is everyone alright?"

"It- it- it's Jo. It's bad."

"Okay. Copy that. So now we figure out what we do next."

"Bobby, I don't think she's-"

"I said, what do we do next?"

"Right, okay."

"Now, tell me what you got."

"Not a lot. Cas is gone, he went after reapers."

"Did Cas say how many?"

"I don't- he said a lot of things, I guess. Does the number matter?"

"Devil's in the details, Dean."

I took the microphone from Dean, holding it up, trying to control my breathing. "Bobby, it's Tori. When Cas was looking around, his eyes landed on a lot of places. A lot of reapers, I'm guessing. Probably more than a dozen."

"Idon't like the sound of that."

"Nobody likes the sound of that, Bobby, but what exactly does that sound like?"

"It sounds like death. I think Satan's in town to work a ritual. I think he's planning to unleash Death."

"You mean, like, as in this dude and taxes are the only sure thing?" Dean asked.

"As in Death. The horseman. The pale rider in the flesh."

"Unleash? I mean, hasn't Death been tromping all over the place? Hell, I've died several times myself."

"Not this guy. This is- this is the angel of death. Big daddy reaper. They keep this guy chained in a box six hundred feet under. Last time they hauled him up, Noah was building a boat. That's why the place is crawling with reapers. They're waiting on the big boss to show."

"You have any other good news?"

"In a manner of speaking. I been researching Carthage since you've been gone, trying to suss out what the devil might want there. What you just said drops the last piece of the puzzle in place. The angel of death must be brought into this world at midnight through a place of awful carnage. Now, back during the Civil War, there was a battle in Carthage. A battle so intense the soldiers called it the Battle of Hellhole."

"Where'd the massacre go down?"

"On the land of William Jasper's farm."

After finishing speaking to Bobby, Sam came back over and we told him what Bobby had told us. Ellen still sat on the floor next to Jo, who still looked no better, her face draining of all color.

"Now we know where the devil's gonna be, we know when, and we have the Colt." Dean said.

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "We just have to get past eight or so hellhounds and get to the farm by midnight."
"That's after we get Jo and Ellen the hell out of town." I added.

"Won't be easy."

"Stretcher?" Dean suggested.

"I'll see what we got." Sam turned to walk away, stopping at the sound of Jo's voice.

"Stop. Guys, stop." Jo called, her voice weak. "Can we be realistic about this, please? I can't move my legs. I can't be moved. My guts are being held in by an ace bandage. We gotta- we gotta get our priorities straight here. Number one, I'm not going anywhere."

"Joanna Beth, you stop talking like that." Ellen scolded.

"Mom. I can't fight. I can't walk. But I can do something. We got propane, wiring, rock salt, iron nails, everything we need."

"Everything we need?" Sam asked.

"To build a bomb, Sam."

"No, Jo." I said, shaking my head at her.

"You got another plan? You got any other plan? Those are hellhounds out there, Tori. They've got all of our scents. Those bitches will never stop coming after you. We let the dogs in, you guys hit the roof, make a break for the building next over. I can wait here with my finger on the button, rip those mutts a new one. Or at least get you a few minutes head start, anyway."

"No, I- I won't let you." Ellen muttered, her voice thick with emotion.

"This is why we're here, right? If I can get us a shot on the devil, we have to take it."

"No! That's not-"

"Mom. This might literally be your last chance to treat me like an adult. Might wanna take it?" Jo asked with a smile.

Ellen began sobbing before hardening her gaze, looking up to us. "You heard her. Get to work."

Night had fallen over us, the moonlight barely streaming into the windows of the store. The boys had assembled a bomb, bringing it over to Jo. Sam held her hand for a moment, shooting her a small smile that she returned. I knelt down in front of her, trying to stop the tears from pouring out of my eyes.

"Okay, this is it." Dean said. "I'll see you on the other side. Probably sooner than later."

"Make it later." Jo smiled, tears running down her cheeks. Dean placed the button in Jo's hand, leaning in to kiss her on the forehead. Ellen came over then, sitting next to her daughter, the look in her eyes saying she wasn't leaving. "Mom, no."

"Somebody's gotta let them in. Like you said, you're not moving. You got me, Jo. And you're right, this is important. But I will not leave you here alone." Ellen said fiercely, looking over to me, seeing the hurt on my face. "It's okay, honey."

"Nothing about this is okay." I muttered, looking over to Jo, tucking some hair behind her ear. "You're the biggest pain in the ass I'm ever gonna have to deal with."

"Good." Jo smiled weakly. "That's what I was going for."

"You succeeded."

"I want you to remember me-"

"I couldn't forget you, Jo."

"Good. But I still want you to have this." Jo muttered, nodding down to the light brown bead bracelet on her wrist, glancing over to Ellen with a smile. "Mom gave this to me when I turned twelve."

"Jo, no."

"I want you to have it, Tori."

"Are- are you sure?"

"Yeah." Jo said, Ellen nodding in agreement.

Gently, I pulled the bracelet off of Jo, placing it on my own wrist. Finally, the tears fell from my eyes as I looked the two women I'd come to love like family and I couldn't hold back the sobs anymore. "I love you guys."

"We love you." Ellen said, smiling up at me.

"Please-"

"Tori. You kids gotta get going."

"Ellen-"

"I said go." Ellen said, her voice hard, but eyes soft. I nodded, knowing I wasn't about to be able to sway them and stood to my feet, taking a few steps back towards the boys, who were looking down at them with the same heartbroken expression I was. "And kids? Kick it in the ass. Don't miss."

We all shared one more look before Sam, Dean and I left, heading for the stairs that led to the roof. The three of us ran from the building, getting about a block away before a loud boom echoing through the air. I glanced back, seeing the smoke rising from where the store was and nearly fell to my knees.

"If they don't go straight to heaven, I'm calling fucking bullshit!" I shouted, the tears streaming down my face as Dean gently, but quickly dragged me away.

FARM – NIGHT

An overwhelming feeling of nausea filled my stomach as we crept behind bushes, stopping to peer through a small clearing at a field where dozens of men stood, staring at something in the ground.

"Guess we know what happened to some of the townspeople." Dean muttered.

"Okay." Sam nodded, looking between Dean and I. "Last words?"

"Life really fucking sucks." I mumbled, feeling numb.

Dean nodded. "I second that."

"Here we go." Sam said, stepping out from behind the bushes, readying his shotgun. "Hey! You wanted to see me?"

"Oh, Sam." Lucifer turned to face him, dropping the shovel he was carrying. "You don't need that gun here. You know I'd never hurt you. Not really."

"Yeah? Well, I'd hurt you." Dean said, stepping out, pointing the Colt at Lucifer's forehead. "So suck it."

The bullet flew from the Colt, landing right in between Lucifer's eyes, sending him flying to the ground, motionless. I watched in shock and he stayed on the ground. Did we really do it?

"Ow." He muttered, standing up much to our horror, looking at the gun. "Where did you get that? Listen, don't feel too bad. There's only five things in all of creation that that gun can't kill, and I just happen to be one of them. But if you give me a minute, I'm almost done." Lucifer said, picking up his shovel before punching Dean in the face, sending him flying across the field, hitting into a tree.

"Dean!" I called, rushing over to him.

Lucifer leaned on the shovel, smiling at me. "You, too? Why, it's my lucky day. I don't suppose either of you would just say yes here and now? End this whole tiresome discussion? That's crazy, right?"

"It's never gonna happen!" Sam exclaimed.

"Oh, I don't know, Sam. I think it will. I think it'll happen soon. Within six months. And I think it'll happen in Detroit."

"You listen to me, you son of a bitch. I'm gonna kill you myself, you understand me? I'm going to rip your heart out!"

"That's good, Sam. You keep fanning that fire in your belly. All that pent-up rage. I'm gonna need it."

"What did you do to this town?" I asked.

"Just like Camael." Lucifer muttered, shaking his head. "Worrying about the people, huh? So much so, you fell in love with one."

"I am a human."

"You're an angel, Victoria."

"No, I'm not."

"That's where you're wrong. Coming here was the biggest mistake of your life. Want to know why? Because I got you now."

"What did you do to these people?" I pushed, ignoring his words, even though they scared me.

"Oh, I was very generous with this town. One demon for every able-bodied man."

"And the rest of them?"

"In there." He said, nodding to the pit he had been covering with dirt. "I know, it's awful, but these horsemen are so demanding. So it was women and children first. I know what you must think of me. But I have to do this. I have to." Lucifer said, looking to Sam. "You of all people should understand."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam asked.

"I was a son. A brother, like you, a younger brother, and I had two older siblings who I loved. Idolized, in fact. And one day I went to them and I begged them to stand with me, and they- they turned on me. Called me a freak. A monster. And then they beat me down. All because I was different. Because I had a mind of my own. Tell me something, Sam. Any of this sound familiar? Anyway. You'll have to excuse me. Midnight is calling and I have a ritual to finish. Don't go anywhere. Not that you could if you would."

Sam came over to Dean and I then, dropping to his knee's on his brother's other side as Dean began to stir.

"Repeat after me." Lucifer continued, the demons miming him. "We offer up our lives, blood, souls. We offer up our lives, blood, souls to complete this tribute."

Just then, Cas appeared, holding a finger to his lips, silently telling us to keep quiet before he placed his hands on us, and in the blink of an eye, we were gone.

SOUIX FALLS, SD – DAY

Back on the red couch in Bobby's living room, the heat from the fireplace spread through the room. My eyes were puffy and red from crying. Ellen's shot glasses were still on the table along with Jo's beer. Neither one of us had the heart to clean them up. Sam sat to my left holding my hand while Dean sat to my right, my head resting on his shoulder.

Without a word, Bobby picked up the now developed picture we'd taken before heading to Carthage, tossing it into the fire where it burred, turning to ashes.

Happy birthday Dean!

Crowley has finally arrived, who else is excited about that? ;D

Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it and it wasn't too heartbreaking (though it totally was, I know. Sorry.)

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