Chapter Twenty
Nobody wasted any time getting everything they needed packed and into the 2 vehicles that they were using to track Yellow Eyes. Cheyenne had decided to ride with Bobby since Dean was driving her nuts.
Everybody piled into the two vehicles and started heading down the highway. Bobby and Cheyenne were in the truck that was ahead of the Impala.
He looked at her strange.
"What?" Cheyenne asked him.
"I'm surprised Dean puts up with you." He said.
"What the hell do you mean by that?" She retorted.
"I mean you have a hell of an attitude, just like his. You're competition to him, Girly, and he knows it."
"What do you mean competition?"
"I mean it's a battle of the badasses. Dean has always been number one with being the badass of the year, then you came along."
"Well guess what, Bobby?"
"What's that?" He asked.
"Crap happens. Dean will get over it. He always does."
There was a long moment of silence. "So how long have you known the boys?" Bobby asked.
"Almost a year."
"How'd you meet 'em?"
"We were all hunting the same thing and ran into one another in the woods. I didn't know if I could trust them back then so I held them up at rifle-point and played twenty-one questions. They passed my test and we've been together ever since, saving each others asses at every chance we get."
"Sounds like you're real close to them."
"Yeah."
The sound of Metallica filled the air of the Impala. Sam had gotten used to the sound. Megan was in the back seat with her own opinion flowing through her head on the kind of music she'd like to hear.
"So how do we know that the demon will follow us to wherever it is that we're going?" She asked.
"We don't." Dean answered.
"Then what are we doing driving all over for?"
"It's a trap for him, Megan. We lead him somewhere, put him in a Devil's Trap, and then banish him." Sam answered.
"Banish him?" Megan was confused.
"Back to hell." Dean answered.
"And what's a Devil's Trap?" She asked.
"It's a special kind of circle with symbols on it and a Pentagram in the circle. When a demon steps into it, they can't get out. Therefore, it's a Devil's Trap." Sam explained.
"How long have you guys been doing this?"
"Too long." Dean said. The car grew silent for a moment. "So Megan, what kind of music do you listen to?"
"Anything that has a nice beat to it, mostly Latin music."
"Latin? Why?" Dean was shocked at her answer.
"It's the most romantic kind of language out there, Dean Winchester. There are other types of music besides AC/DC, Metallica and Led Zeppelin."
"Not in my world." He answered
Sam sighed. "Now I know why Cheyenne chose to ride with Bobby instead of us."
"Why?" Dean raised an eyebrow.
"Because all you do argue and debate."
Dean gave a half-hearted laugh. "Hah... That's not... True..."
"Dean."
"Shut up."
In front of the Impala, Bobby's truck pulled over to the side of the road. Dean parked his car behind him. He jumped out.
"Bobby, what's going on?" Dean shouted.
"He's close." He answered. "The EMF meter is going haywire and Cheyenne's got a migraine."
Sam got out of the car and ran over to Cheyenne. He pulled her into a hug. "Hey... Are you okay?"
She nodded. "I'm fine. Let's just get this done and over with." She reached into Bobby's truck box and opened up the large trunk that was in it. She pulled out her salt blaster and holy water. She cocked her gun. "Let's go."
"How do you know where to go?" Sam asked her.
"Look around us Sam. What do you see?"
"Forest." He answered.
"Exactly. Where did he attack Megan?"
"The forest." He remembered.
"Alright, guys. Let's send this yellow-eyed son-of-a-bitch back to hell." Dean said.
The rest of them grabbed what they needed and they all began their trek into the forest. They all looked around, careful of their surroundings.
They all wanted the same thing today, and that was for all of this madness to be over. If it would end, Cheyenne and Sam could take their relationship to the next level and settle down. Dean and Megan could try to get something started. Bobby could retire and enjoy life. But none of this was going to happen unless they killed Yellow Eyes.
"Do you guys know how many times we've tried to kill this son-of-a-bitch?" Cheyenne asked.
"Too many to count." Sam replied. He put one arm around her shoulder and kissed her forehead. "It's all going to be over soon. I promise."
Dean put his hand up, signalling the three others to stay where they were. He looked around then waved his hand, signalling the path was clear.
"Ah, ah, ah..." A voice from behind them said. "Not the brightest crayons in the box, are we?"
The four of them turned around and held their guns up in the air. Little did the demon know, Bobby was the one with the Colt hidden in his coat, and he was ready to take fire whenever he needed to.
"We figured you would be here." Cheyenne said.
"Well at least this time one of your guesses was right, wasn't it?"
Anger was building up inside of her. "You have a lot of nerve saying what you say and doing what you do."
"Don't I know it." He replied.
Cheyenne looked straight into the demon's eyes. "Bobby, now!" She shouted.
As soon as she said his name, Bobby pulled the Colt out of his jacket and with one shot, put a hole in the demon's head. All was silent, and then it looked as if he was being electrocuted over and over again. The demon's body shook violently. He fell to the ground and flames burst into the air. Before everybody's eyes, Yellow Eyes had been killed. There were no remains of the body, no trace of him at all.
Sam wrapped his arms around Cheyenne and pulled her into a close hug. "It's over. You don't have to be scared anymore." He whispered to her.
She nodded and looked up at him. "I know." She smiled.
Sam slowly leaned his head down and gently kissed her lips.
Dean looked away. "Ew..." He said to himself.
Megan laughed. "Dean..." She said. He turned to her and she kissed him. "Thanks for everything."
Dean raised his eyebrows. "Hmm..."
It was days end. Their greatest fear was gone, and everybody walked back to their vehicles to head back to town and get a well deserved good nights sleep.