So I realize this is on the short side, but I do have another like 4,000 words written for the next chapter and it's not even close to being finished. I am (rather unfortunately) suffering from a minor case of writer's block. Nothing to get too worried about, but I need to just press pause for a couple hours and work out this kink I'm stuck in. Anyways I'll try and work on some other things. One particular new story that I've been playing around with in my head...eh I'll stop talking now. Enjoy the chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural...I only own Melody...

Melody crouched down behind a crumbling tombstone, pistol in hand. She glanced over the edge and saw Dean poke his head around the corner of his own hiding spot, catching her eyes. Although Melody still wanted to really, really shoot her big brother in the foot, she put all of her anger and frustration with him aside for the time being. They knew that that Jake kid would show up anytime soon, and they were all ready.

Dean and his sister pulled their heads back behind their hiding places when they heard the squeaking sounds of the rusted gates to the old cemetery open up. Melody crouched lower, peeked around the side of her tombstone and saw the tall, dark figure of Jake walking through the cemetery slowly. He was moving towards the crypt placed near the far edge of the cemetery…Samuel Colt's crypt.

Sam came out of his hiding place and pulled back the hammer of his pistol, "Howdy Jake."

Jake whipped his head around and froze. He moved his eyes over the other figures that came out of the shadows towards him. An older, burly looking man with a baseball cap, a woman with light brown hair, a younger woman with gold and caramel hair and another younger man with short, light brown hair. Jake decided to not make any sudden movements. One, because all five of the people surrounding him had guns trained on him and two…because there was no way Sam could be alive.

He gently held out a hand and gestured to Sam, "Wait…you were dead. I killed you."

"Yeah?" Sam's eyebrows shot up briefly and he smiled mockingly, "Well next time, finish the job."

"I did." Jake insisted, "I cut clean through your spinal cord, man." That seemed to make Sam think. He slowly moved his eyes over towards where his brother and sister where standing. Melody glanced at Dean, and he finally noticed the angry glare she was giving him. Dean looked down at the ground for a moment, avoiding everyone's eyes as Jake continued, "You can't be alive. You can't be."

Bobby held out his gun arm and began talking to Jake softly, gently, "Okay…just take it real easy there, son."

"And if I don't?" Jake sneered at him.

"Wait and see." Sam sneered right back. Jake looked at Sam and nearly scoffed,

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

"It's a thought." Sam replied evenly but Jake only shook his head,

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

Melody glanced over and saw Sam grumble, "I won't make that mistake twice."

Jake watched him for a moment and then a slow, creeping grin crawled across his face as he chuckled darkly. Dean gripped his pistol tighter, "What are you smiling at, you little bitch?"

"Hey lady." Jake began, completely ignoring what Dean had said as he looked at Ellen, "Do me a favor. Put that gun to your head."

Ellen's arms visibly shook and her whole body convulsed as she fought against the force and her own mind. But it was too strong, and Melody watched with slow growing fear as Ellen put the muzzle of her gun against her temple. Jake chuckled again,

"See, that Ava girl was right. Once you give in to it, there's all sorts of new Jedi mind tricks you can learn."

"Let her go." Sam pleaded with him, but Jake just smiled contemptuously at him.

Ellen's voice trembled, "Shoot him."

Jake stared at Sam, "You'll be mopping up skull before you get a shot off." He moved his eyes over the others, "Everybody, put your guns down. Except you, sweetheart." He smiled at Ellen. Bobby was the first to drop his gun, though not without a grunt of displeasure. Dean was next, giving Jake his best, "screw you" face. Melody sneered and threw her gun down at her feet. Sam was last, holding up his arms in surrender as he gently placed the gun on the dirt.

"Thank you." Jake said calmly to them and before Melody could blink he whipped around toward the crypt door. Bobby and Dean ran at Ellen, throwing up her arms as her finger pulled the trigger, luckily the shot fired off into the sky. Melody bent down, scrambling to pick up her gun but by the time she felt the cool metal against her fingers it was too late. Sam had grabbed his pistol and pulled the trigger, firing four times, aiming directly for Jake's heart.

Jake fell over onto his back, blood pouring out of his mouth, gasping for air. Sam slowly advanced on the man's trembling body. Jake held up a hand, "Please…don't…" he begged but Sam ignored the plea. Melody watch with alarm as Sam raised his pistol and shot Jake from above another three times, emptying his clip.

Melody felt Dean lift her up and she didn't shake him off, honestly she'd rather deal with her selfish, asshole big brother than her now very creepy, very intimidating little brother. Bobby and Ellen walked past Sam to the crypt door, both sparing him concerned looks. Melody and Dean stopped just shy of Jake's now lifeless body and watched Sam wipe off a few droplets of blood from his cheek.

She couldn't believe what she had just seen. Sammy…her big softie had been acting like a…well a real killer. Not just someone who has to make the tough decisions to protect himself or his family and friends but someone who had actually enjoyed it. They heard the gears of the crypt door working and then they all clunked and clamped to a halt.

"Oh no." Melody heard Bobby say and she looked at the door with Dean as they heard Ellen ask,

"Bobby what is it?"

"It's hell." Bobby said as the door clanked and more gears rattled. He started to pull Ellen away from the door and Dean reached out and quickly pulled the colt out of its place in the door. The clanking gears got louder and louder and Bobby shouted over the noise, "Take cover now!"

Bobby and Ellen ran off in one direction sliding behind a large tombstone while the Winchesters sprinted away towards their own tombstones. As Melody heard the doors slam open, metal hitting stone loudly a piercing, chilling, hissing noise could be heard and she felt a rush of wind hit her back and she fell over behind a tombstone and buried her head into whoever's shoulder she was next to.

"What the hell just happened?!" she heard Dean shout over the noise as he gripped his sister's shoulder, holding her close as he feared she might get swept away.

"That's a devil's gate," Ellen shouted back, "a damn door to hell!"

"What?!" Melody's eyes widened with fear, "Holy shit…"

Ellen ignored her, "Come on! We gotta shut that gate!" They all stood up at the same time, Bobby, Sam and Ellen all running for the doors. Melody stood still, frozen in fear as she gripped her older brother's arm. Dean stood still as well and then remembered he had the colt. He held it up, checked for the one bullet and saw it was still resting in its place.

"If the demon gave this to Jake…" he began, "then maybe…"

"What? Maybe what?" Melody asked him trying to decide if she should stay with Dean or go help the others shut the door. Honestly she was so confused and terrified she wasn't quite sure what exactly she should be doing. She wanted to help Dean, but she also wanted to help Sam and the others.

Thunder crashed and Melody saw a few flickering spirits rise up out of the doors. That's when she felt the cold, dead, heavy presence behind her. Dean must have felt it too because they both whipped around at the same time to see Yellow Eyes standing just a few feet behind them. Dean raised the colt but the demon held up his hand, pulling the gun out of Dean's grip and into his.

"A boy shouldn't play with daddy's guns." He grinned wickedly and then Dean went flying through the air to land several feet away, knocking his head on a large tombstone in the process. Melody screamed in horror when she heard his skull crack against the stone and saw the blood quickly form on his forehead.

She looked back at the demon and snarled, felt her powers build up and blinked her eyes. They shined bright silver at the demon. "Oh," he seemed to shake his shoulders as if he was giddy, "you're gettin better toots."

Melody snarled and ran at him, throwing out several punches just like her brother's had taught her all those years ago. Yellow Eyes easily avoided the hits, grinning the entire time at her. Melody roared, kicked him hard in the stomach, sending him back a few steps as he was caught off guard for a moment. She took her chance and reached out, gripping his neck in her hand and squeezing. Yellow Eyes bent over and held her hand with his own, chocked and coughed then started laughing manically.

"Close but no cigar!" he said crashing his hands down onto her elbow, making it give out as he pushed her back and raised a hand in the air. Melody rose with his hand, hanging in the air a few feet off the ground, arms at her sides, fists clenched. "You are getting better sweetie…your daddy would be proud—ah…" he held out a finger and closed her mouth shut before she could say anything, "I don't mean John sweetpea…I mean your real daddy."

What the hell? Melody thought, her eyes going wide as she stared down at him feeling her powers completely dissipate. What did he mean her "real" dad? What?!

She felt the hold on her mouth release and she grimaced, "Bite me asshole."

Yellow Eyes grinned, "Maybe later." Then she felt herself flying through the air as she was thrown, hard, onto the ground next to a slow rising Dean. Melody grunted, felt a few new scrapes and bruises form on her forearms and stomach and flipped herself around staring up at a slow advancing demon.

"Dean! Melody!" she heard Sam cry as he ran over to them. Yellow Eyes glanced back at him and before Sam could take another step, he was thrown backwards into a tree, held there by the demons power.

"I'll get to you in a minute, champ." He said glancing over his shoulder at Sam, "I'm proud of you—knew you had it in you." Dean and Melody were both slowly rising to their knees and Yellow Eyes glared at them before throwing out his hand. Melody and Dean were both pushed up against a fallen tombstone, the rock digging into their backs as Yellow Eyes grinned, "Sit a spell."

He moved over towards them, "So, Dean…" he kneeled down in front of them and looked at the oldest, "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." He rolled his eyes playfully before continuing, "But thanks to you, Sammy's back in rotation. Now, I wasn't counting on that, but I'm glad. I liked him better than Jake anyhow."

Thunder crashed above them as Yellow Eyes continued, "Tell me—have you ever heard the expression, "If a deal sounds too good to be true, it probably is?"

Dean chuckled despite his pain, "You call that deal good?"

"It's a better shake than your dad ever got," he pointed at Dean, "and you never wondered why? I'm surprised at you. I mean…" he moved closer, "you saw what your brother just did to Jake, right? That was pretty cold wasn't it?"

Yellow Eyes chuckled wickedly, "How certain are you that what you brought back is one-hundred percent pure Sam?" he laughed evilly at Dean and Melody's scared faces. "You of all people should know that what's dead shout stay dead…your sister seems to be the only one who understands that—probably gets it from her father's side—you know Dean, her real father?"

There he goes again with the whole "real father" thing again. Melody stared at him, trying to give him her best "go fuck yourself" glare but he just grinned and patted her knee lightly before standing back up, "Anyway…thanks a bunch. I knew I kept you alive for some reason." He said staring directly at Dean, "Until now anyway. I couldn't have done it without your pathetic, self-loathing, self-destructive desire to sacrifice yourself for your family."

Yellow Eyes held up the colt, and pulled back the hammer. Melody let out a tiny whimper and tried to reach for her brother's hand but she couldn't move, she could barely breathe. This couldn't end this way. She couldn't just watch her brother die right next to her when the last thing she said to him was basically how much she hated him. And she didn't…she loved him. She loved her big, stupid brother. She whimpered again, trying to find the words but was just too weak to say anything…too afraid to have it all come crashing down right at this moment.

That's when she saw it. A flicker and then a translucent spirit come up behind the demon's shoulders and she felt her heart jump. It was their dad! John Winchester's ghost wrapped his arms around the demon and a flash of lighting cracked over the horizon. The man's body fell over onto the ground while John held back the black, smoky form of what Melody could now assume as the real demon.

John fought against the demon, wrestled with it for a long moment before he was thrown backwards. Melody felt the force on her and Dean give way and she quickly reached out and grabbed the colt, handing it to Dean without even thinking. Honestly this was more Dean's kill then hers and she knew how much he wanted and needed it. Melody gripped her brother's arm and buried herself deeper into him as the smoky demon fell back into the limp body on the ground.

Yellow Eyes stood up, stunned for a moment and then froze. Dean Winchester had the colt raised up pointing straight at him, his sister leaning against him, both grimacing as if they were trying to hold back all their fury. Dean watched the demon for another half second…then pulled the trigger.

The gun fired off beautifully, muzzle flashing, metal clinking together as the bullet shot out and embedded itself deep into the demon's heart. Yellow Eyes stared at his wound, stunned then jerked as his whole body crackled and shook. He didn't scream, didn't yell or cry out in agony. The demon simply jerked a few more times and then flopped over on its back…dead.

Sam grunted as he was dropped to the ground but Melody wasn't paying attention to her brothers. She was staring at her father…who was slowly standing up from the ground. "Dad…" she let out a shaking breath and without thinking, ran over to him and threw her arms around his neck.

John caught her, just like he used to, holding the back of her head with one hand and keeping another firm hold on her back. Melody let out a blubbering sob as she buried her face into his shoulder. He smelled just like he used to. Gun powder, leather and pine. Slowly, Melody pulled back from him and saw happy tears forming at the base of her father's eyes. He moved around her, going to Dean and placing a loving, strong hand on the boy's shoulder. Sam stood a few steps away, watching through tear-filled eyes the exchange between his siblings and their father. They all stared at each other, smiling through their tears at their father.

Melody stood next to him, wanting to linger a bit longer before he left and felt John slowly back away. Before he did, he placed a warm, soft kiss to her forehead, smiling down at her in a sort of bittersweet way. Melody backed up until she felt Dean standing next to her, reaching out and gripping his hand. She glanced over, saw her little brother standing just a few steps off and held out her hand. Sam walked over and took it without question, standing right next to her.

John smiled at his children as he came to a stop and bright shining blue light danced around his feet, slowly moving up his legs. He smiled at them one last time as the light completely consumed his body. The Winchester children watched their father's spirit brighten and then flicker and puff away. Melody swallowed the hard lump in her throat and leaned her head onto Sam's arm.

He pulled her in for a hug, letting her cry silently into his jacket as he and Dean shared a long, knowing look. Dad was really gone now. Slowly as they felt their tears dry, they all walked over to inspect the demon's smoking body. Melody still kept her hold on Sam and was grateful that he still kept his arm around her shoulders.

"Well," Dean sighed looking over at his siblings, "check that off the to-do list."

"You did it." Sam said staring at his big brother with wide eyes.

"I didn't do it alone." Dean shook his head glancing between Sam and Melody, knowing that they understood what he was referring to.

Sam clenched his jaw, glanced around the cemetery and then began saying slowly, "Do you think dad really…do you think he really climbed out of hell?"

Melody sniffled and wiped at her eyes, "Well, the door was open."

Dean nodded at her and then stuffed the now empty colt into his jacket, "Yeah, if anyone's stubborn enough to do it…it would be him."

The younger siblings nodded in agreement before Sam asked, "Where do you think he is now?"

"I don't know," Dean answered him honestly and saw Melody shrug her shoulders as if to say the same thing. Sam stared back down at the body,

"I kind of can't believe it, Dean. I mean…our whole lives, everything has been prepping for this and now I…" he chuckled, "I kind of don't know what to say."

Melody tightened her grip on him as Dean stared at his youngest brother, "I do." He turned and kneeled down next to the corpse lying at their feet before saying, "That was for our mom…you son of a bitch."

Eventually, they made their way back to their cars. Ellen and Bobby lagging behind, as the Winchesters moved for their Impala. Melody had refused to let go of Sam the entire way back, wrapping her arms around one of his, holding onto him tightly. Sam didn't seem to mind, and ruffled her hair affectionately as they walked toward their car. His face got serious then, and he leaned up against the car with Melody next to him, "You know when Jake saw me…it was like he saw a ghost."

Dean, who had been opening up the door to the Impala shut it firmly and leaned up against the side of the car next to Sam as his brother scoffed and continued, "I mean, hell you two heard him. He said he killed me."

Melody shot a warning glare at Dean, but he ignored her and stared out at the dark woods, "I'm glad he was wrong."

"I don't think he was, Dean." Sam said looking at his brother, "What happened…after I was stabbed?"

Dean again ignored the look he got from Melody and said, "I already told you."

"Not everything." Sam stopped him and felt Melody slowly stand up from leaning against the car as the oldest Winchester began saying,

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

Slow tears began to form in Sam's eyes as he asked both his brother and sister, glancing between them, "Did I die?"

He saw Melody's jaw tighten as she glared over at the oldest who scoffed, "Oh come on."

Sam knew, from the way Melody was shooting daggers at Dean with her eyes and the way she had been lingering around him more than she did with Dean…he knew. And god he wanted the answer to his next question to not be what he feared, "Dean…did you sell your soul for me, like dad did for you?"

"Come on! No!" Dean defended a bit too loudly. Sam stood up straight,

"Tell me the truth." Sam nearly pleaded with his oldest brother, "Dean, tell me the truth."

Dean shook his head, "Sam…"

Melody felt her fists clench, "Don't you lie to him anymore." Sam glanced back at her,

"He…" Sam's voice cracked as he swallowed more and more tears. It couldn't be true, no, no way. But he knew it was when Melody stiffly nodded her head at him, not taking her disappointed, furious glare off of Dean. Sam's voice broke again as he asked, "How long do you get?"

Dean, defeated looked up at Sam, "One year." He said after a long pause, "I got one year."

Sam again fought back his tears, "You shouldn't have done that. How could you do that?"

"Don't get mad at me." Dean begged standing up to his full height, "I'm already barely handling Mels' wrath…but 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? Or Melody's?"

"What?" Dean asked him, confused.

Sam scoffed, "You've saved our lives—especially mine, over and over. I mean you sacrifice everything for me. Don't you think I'd do the same for you?" Melody had heard enough, she couldn't handle this right now and decided to just pull herself completely out of the conversation, mentally and psychically. She rolled her eyes and walked away a few steps towards the tree line, crossing her arms over her chest and huffed when she could still hear Sam, "You're my big brother. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. And I don't care what it takes. I'm gonna get you out of this. Guess I gotta save your ass for a change."

Dean gave him a small smile, "Yeah…" then saw their sister standing a few steps off, back towards them, arms crossed and mouth set into a tight line. He started to move towards her but stopped when they heard Ellen and Bobby come out of the tree line,

"Well," Ellen said, "yellow-eyed demon might be dead, but a lot more got through that gate."

"How many, you think?" Melody asked her glancing over her shoulder.

"Hundred…" Sam estimated, "maybe two-hundred. It's an army. He's unleashed an army."

Bobby let out a long, heavy breath, "Hope to hell you kids are ready, cause the war has just begun."

"Well then," Dean grinned moving around toward the trunk. He popped it open and threw the colt into the back, "we got work to do."

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