Ep. 21/22 S.2: All Hell Breaks Loose (both parts)

It was extremely unusual for Dean to call so late at night, but Harry didn't really think anything of it. The hunter often forgot the time when he was on a hunt, and preferred to call Harry in the middle of the night than not at all. because of that, it took Harry a few seconds of waking up before she realized Dean had already called that day.

"Hello?" she asked warily, knowing that the chance something was happening again was high.

"Sam's gone," came Dean's frantic voice.

That had Harry sitting up straight in her bed, eyes growing wide.

"What? What happened?! Did you two have another fight?" she asked.

"No. He went in a roadside diner to get me some pie! Then my radio started freaking out," Dean explained.
"Then when I look up again, no Sammy! So I go in and everyone is dead, but Sam's gone! He's just gone Harry!"

During the explanation, Harry had jumped out of her bed and started getting dressed.

"Alright," she said, trying to sound as calm and in control as she could.
"Tell me where to meet you and I'll see you there in ten minutes."

She stepped out into the hall, ignoring Teddy as the boy stuck his head out of his room and blinked sleepily at her. Harry pressed her phone against her chest as she smiled at her son.

"Teddy, get back in your room and summon Loki," she ordered softly.
"I have to leave for a little bit, but I'll make sure to come back before Monday."

"Can I come?" Teddy asked, his interest peaked.

"No, honey, I don't think that's a good idea."

Teddy pouted and went back into his room. Harry sighed in relief. Teddy was very well behaved for a 9 year-old. She put her phone back to her ear as she walked over to the front door.

"Don't worry, Dean, we'll find Sam," she said.

. . . . .

"Alright," Bobby said as he laid a map of the States on the hood of Dean's car.
"This is it. All the demonic signs and omens over the past month."

"There's nothing here," Dean muttered, scowling.

"Exactly."

"What about the low-level stuff? The exorcisms?" Dean asked.

"Nothing. It's completely quiet," Bobby replied.

"Then how are we supposed to look for Sam?! Just close our eyes and point?!"

Harry snorted at that. She'd learned scribing during Divination, and while it sometimes seemed to work, it wasn't an exact science. It would definitely be better if they tried something more substantial to try and find Sam. She looked up startled as Dean's phone started ringing. Dean looked at the caller and answered quickly.

"Ash, what do you got?"

"Ok listen, it is a big negatory on Sam."

"C'mon man! You better give us something! We're looking at a 3000 mile haystack here!"

"Listen, Dean, I did find something."

Dean perked up right away at that.

"What is it?" he asked.

"I can't talk over this line, Dean."

"C'mon! I don't have time for this!"

"Make time! because this – hey, how are you doing? – Not only is this going to help find your brother. This is huge, so get here. Now."

With that, the other man hung up the phone again. With a sigh, Dean turned to look at Harry and Bobby.

"I guess we're going to the Roadhouse. C'mon!"

. . . . .

"What the hell?"

Dean slowed down in front of the smoking ruins of a burned down diner, his brows were furrowed in confusion and Harry leaned forwards with a deep scowl.

"I hope your informant got out in time," she muttered.

The three of them got out the car and walked up to the remains of the building. The whole place smelled like burned flesh and ash and Harry's eyes widened in horror. After all her years seeing carnage and destruction, she still couldn't get used to it at all. She didn't want to either.

"My God," Bobby muttered.

"See Ellen?" Dean asked the older hunter.

"No."

Harry wondered to herself how anyone would be able to recognize anyone in here, but she kept quiet and instead pulled out her wand and stared chanting in hopes to discover whatever had done this. Dean leaned down and looked at a burned watch on a half coaled wrist.

"Oh Ash, dammit," he hissed.

"Looks like we should give that scribing a chance anyway," Harry muttered as she dropped her wand arm again.
"I think I got the demon signature. If we're lucky, I can get a location."

Dean walked up to her, hope shining bright in his eyes. That soon turned in pain and his knees buckled. He grabbed for his head with one hand and steadied himself on the Impala with the other. Harry's eyes widened as she rushed to Dean's side.

"Dean!" she called worried.

It looked to be over after a few seconds, and Harry wrapped her arms around Dean's waist to keep him steady while Bobby watched the both of them curiously.

"What was that?" the older hunter asked.

"Just a headache," Dean replied.

"Do you get headaches like that often?"

"No. no, must me the stress," Dean denied.
"I swore I saw something."

"Like a vision?" Bobby asked curiously.

"What? No. I'm not some psychic."

He shouted again in pain and his knees buckled again. Harry staggered and grunted as the hunter suddenly put all his weight on her while he tried not to fall over.

"Are you alright?" she asked worried.

"Yeah," Dean muttered as he got his feet back under him.
"Yeah. I saw Sam."

"So it was a vision," Bobby concluded.

"I think so," Dean agreed reluctantly.
"That was as fun as getting kicked in the jewels."

Harry chuckled and pressed on hand against her scar at the memory. It hadn't hurt in 9 years.

"I wouldn't know about that, but I know I had period cramps worse than my visions," she said.

The two men seemed a bit disturbed by that and Harry smirked at them, giving a sheepish shrug. Bobby sighed and shook his head, focusing back on Dean and the matter at hand.

"What ese did you see?" Bobby pressed.

"A bell. It was like a big bell with some kind of engraving on it."

"Engraving? Was it a tree, like an oak tree?" Bobby asked.

Harry scowled in confusion. Did the old man know where Sam was? Dean seemed surprised too as he looked at Bobby.

"Exactly," he said.

"I know where Sam is," Bobby said.

Harry pulled the map out and laid it out on the hood of the car.

"Give me coordinates," she ordered.

"You think you can zap us over?" Dean asked hopeful.

Harry looked up and grimaced.

"No. I can apparate to places like this alone, but if I want to bring people along, I need to have been there before. I need a clear picture in my head to go to."

Dean nodded in understanding.

"Alright. You go over there, you scope out what's happening and then you get back here and bring us over," he said calmly.

"Sounds like a plan, Harry drawled before turning on her heels and disappearing with a loud crack.

The second Harry touched down in the ghost town, she was grabbed from behind. She opened her mouth to scream, but a hand covered her mouth before she could make a sound.

"Now this is a nice surprise," the yellow eyed demon chuckled.

"Azazel," Harry gasped before the world turned black.

. . . . .

"Harry! Harry, wake up!"

Slowly, the red haired witch blinked her eyes open and looked groggily into the worried face of her boyfriend. She heard Dean let out a long breath in relief and he helped her sit up. I sharp pain stung between her eyes at the movement, and she groaned.

"What happened?" she asked.

"You didn't come back, so I came here on my own," Dean explained.
"Bobby stayed at the Roadhouse in case you made it back there."

Harry nodded, before her eyes widened in horror and she scrambled to her feet, ignoring the intense pain she felt between her eyes.

"The demon was here!" she exclaimed.

Dean tensed at that and quickly turned on his heels, rushing in the direction they could already see the village at.

"Sam!" he yelled on top of his lungs.

Harry was quick to follow and started calling her friend's name as well. Suddenly, Sam appeared between the trees, clutching his arm, but an expression of intense relief lighting up his weary face as he saw the two of them. Dean seemed to relax at the sight of his brother.

"Sam," he breathed.

"Dean!" Sam called back happily.

Harry's eyes widened when another figure appeared behind Sam. The man was dressed as a soldier and had a dagger in hand as he crept up to the tall hunter. Dean noticed too. his eyes widened in horror and he started running.

"Sam! Look out!"

It was too late. The soldier reached Sam before Dean or Harry could do a thing and stabbed the dagger in Sam's back. As soon as Sam dropped to his knees, the man turned around and fled again. Dean rushed to his brother's side, while Harry ran past the brothers to chase the other man down, her wand fisted in her hand so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

"Crucio!" she screamed, hitting the back of the man.

The soldier went down with a shout, shuddering and writhing under the unforgivable curse. Before Harry could finish what she stared, a hand encased her wrist and pulled it harshly, cutting off the spell. Harry's head snapped up and she glared hatefully into the shiny yellow eyes of the demon who had started all this.

"You!"

"Now that wasn't very nice, was it?" the demon scolded.

Harry scowled and ripped her hand free. She immediately pressed her wand against Azazel's chest, ready to curse him, but the demon didn't seem impressed at all and just smirked at her, grabbing her wrist again and forcing Harry to dig the tip of her wand harder in his chest.

"I'll kill you!" Harry hissed hatefully.

"Apparently you're not that eager to do that. Since you're still holding the wrong wand," Azazel taunted.

"I don't need that wand to get rid of you!"

Azazel's eyes widened in horror and he let go of Harry's wrist. His palm was badly burned, but he didn't dare to look away from the witch to inspect the wound. A sudden wave of bright, burning power rolled off of Harry and hit the demon straight in the chest, turning him flying. Harry screamed in agony as that same power ripped at her magical core and she quickly buried it again before it could destroy her from the inside. It wasn't the first time she used this same power, but it was the first she did so on purpose. It was dangerous, and she had learned early on to lock it deep into her core, as it would otherwise kill her.

She almost fainted from the pain, but kept herself conscious through willpower alone. As she opened her eyes again, the demon was gone.

"Sam…" she mumbled as she stumbled back on her feet and walked to where she'd seen the brothers last.

She found them in one of the houses. Dean had laid Sam on a bed and sat down next to him, tears in his eyes. Harry immediately knew what was going on. Her friend was dead. His soul wasn't there anymore.

"Can you bring him back?" Dean asked softly.

"I can't work miracles," Harry whispered.
"He's… in peace. Only dead himself can bring him back, and even then there is a drawback."

"Then what does that title do for you, huh?!" Dean asked.
"Fucking Mistress of Death can't do shit! What's that about!"

"It's because I refused the power that came with it!" Harry shouted back, tears in her own eyes.
"He offered me the power of life and death, but I refused! I wanted to have a normal life! I wanted to raise Teddy and finally be happy! So I didn't take it. I promised him to come to him when the time was ripe, that I'd accept my responsibility when life lost meaning to me."

Dean clearly didn't understand most of the confession, but Harry could see he didn't care about it either. Instead, he stormed out of the room, shoving past Harry roughly, making the young witch stumble back. The front door of the abandoned house slammed closed, and Harry closed her eyes. She let her tears stream down openly now that she was alone.

. . . . .

Harry jumped awake when Sam did the same. Her eyes widened in shock as she watched her dead friend take in his surrounding with a confused and disoriented look in his eyes.

"S-Sam?" Harry asked shakily.

Her mind was going a mile a minute to try and understand what was happening. Sam had definitely been dead, yet this was definitely him. The same soul, albeit a little worse for wear, but that was to be expected after dying. Sam's head snapped over to Harry, wide, brown puppy eyes stared at her.

"What happened?" he asked.

"I-I…"

Before she could give any kind of reply, the door opened and Dean walked in. Harry's eyes widened as she finally understood what was happening, but neither brother seemed to pay any attention to her.

"Sammy!"

Dean came rushing into the room and hugged his younger brother tightly. Sam smiled and hugged him back. The oldest of the two sighed in relief and tension quickly drained from his body.

"You're alright," Dean sighed.

"Yeah," Sam said smiling.
"Thanks to Harry, I guess, right?"

Dean looked between the two of them and his eyes softened.

"I guess so, yeah," he said quietly.

That shook Harry out of her stupor and she glared at Dean.

"Sam needs his rest, we better leave him be," she said coldly.

"No, I'm fine!" Sam said grinning.
"All better, you did a great job, Harry!"

"REST!"

Sam's eyes widened in shock and he quickly sat back down on the bed while Harry grabbed Dean's arm in a bruising grip and dragged him out of the room. She looked furious. Once they were back outside, she let go of Dean and gripped her hair in frustration, shouting in rage at the sky. Dean's eyes widened when he saw her hair suddenly turning black.

"Harry, your-…"

"WHAT DID YOU DO!" Harry screamed, still not looking at Dean.

His mouth snapped shut again and he frowned. He walked to Harry's front, but tensed when he saw the tears streaming down her face. Harry finally looked at him, her eyes dull and lifeless as she stared at him with an expression of pain and betrayal.

"How much time did they give you?" she choked out.
"I-it can't be ten years. You're too doomed already."

"One year," Dean answered quietly.

Harry gave a broken sob and sunk to her knees. Her eyes were closed, but ugly, fat tears still streamed down and wetted her red, swollen cheeks. Dean wanted to kneel next to her and hold her, but since she was angry at him, he didn't dare getting too close. He'd seen what she could do, and he really didn't want to get on her bad side. Ever.

"I couldn't let my brother die, Harry," he said.
"You know I couldn't let Sammy go like that."

"And this is your solution?" the young witch hissed.
"Do you even know what that'll do to him? Do you think that dying is the worst thing that could happen? That losing your dad and your brother is true pain?! I lost ten times that! I lost everyone I ever loved! Everyone! And just when I thought I could finally love again, you leave me! Sam would have been at peace! You are going to Hell!"

"It's worth it if it's for Sammy!" Dean replied angrily.
"I'm sorry that you lost all these people, I really am, and I'm sorry it has to end like this, but you have to know I can't just leave him to die when I'm the one that pulled him back into this life!"

"And he won't be grateful for you when he finds out," Harry said.
"He'll hate you for leaving him, just like you'll hate him for putting you in this position."

"I'd never-" Dean started certainly.

"You will," Harry interrupted coldly.
"When you're stuck in Hell, tortured for all of eternity with no escape and no reprieve, you'll start blaming him. You'll be stuck in your own mind, growing bitter for the world and hateful. And when you finally break, you'll become one of them and come back as a demon. And when you do, Sam will be the first you'll go after because that's how much you'll hate him."

Dean stared at her in shock. He opened his mouth to say something, but Harry shook her head and apparated away before a sound could escape the Hunter.

Harry appeared in her living room with a 'pop' and a loud agonized cry. Loki and Teddy came rushing in, but paused and tensed when they saw the witch sitting in the middle of the room, screaming desperately. Loki moved first, dropping down next to the girl and taking her in his arms. He shushed her softly, rocking their bodies while Harry continued crying on his shoulder.

"Mom?" Teddy asked quietly.
"Mom? What happened?"

"I can't do this anymore!" she whimpered.
"I can't do this anymore! I can't! They can't do this to me!"

"Hush, sweetheart," Loki whispered gently.
"I'm here, Princess. I've got you. Hush."