Chapter Twenty-Five: Damages Done

"Evil brings out the best in her…"

Dean's Point of View

"Sam!" I shouted, "Sammy!"

"Sam!" Natasha and Aiden called.

"God damn it, Sam," I fumed. "Answer us!"

"Oh, no," Bobby hissed.

My brows knitted together as I followed Bobby's stricken gaze. There was a crumbled form a few yards away from us. I had been able to sense my brother my entire life and I knew that who it was instantly.

"Sammy!" I screamed breaking into a dead sprint.

Aiden and Natasha were at my heels as I dropped to my knees grabbing Sam off the ground. His head was lolling to the side and his body was limp. I maneuvered Sam so that his head was on my shoulder as I looked for an injury. When my hand landed in the middle of Sam's back and it came back wet, blood coated my entire hand, my heart clenched before dropping straight into my stomach.

"No," Aiden gasped falling to his knees beside me. "Oh, god, no. Sammy, please, wake up."

"Look at me," I hissed sharply grabbing the front of Aiden's sweatshirt and dragged him towards me. "We're going to fix this. It's not even that bad."

"He was stabbed in the back," Aiden yelled. "We can't fix this, Dean!"

"Shut up, Aiden," I growled.

"No, Dean!" Aiden screamed his eyes were wild and he was verging on hysterics as tears streamed freely down his face. "You're fucking delusional if you think we can fix this. That you can make this better. Sam's ice cold, Dean!"

It happened in an instant I didn't even realized what had happened. Aiden's head snapped to the side, a brilliant red mark blooming on his right cheek, Natasha gasped and Aiden looked at me with betrayed and tearful hazel green eyes. He sat back on his haunches and stared at Sam's body, which hadn't reacted in the fight. I couldn't believe it but Sam was gone.

"Dean," Bobby whispered his eyes were moist as tears threatened to fall, "we should get him out of here."

"Oh, no," Natasha whimpered.

"What's wrong?" Aiden asked.

"Hailey," Natasha hissed.

My brain had been foggy since I had found Sam. He was the only one on my mind but my sister's name was like ice water to the face and instantly I remembered that we had found Sam but Hailey was still MIA.

"Where is she?" I demanded.

"She was here," Natasha stated her eyes glazed as she linked with Hailey, "She watched Sam die, she saw who did it and she lost it."

"Where is she now?" Aiden growled.

"Following Sam's murderer," Natasha said. "We have to find her before she does something she regrets."

"You're implying that she's going to regret killing the person that murdered our brother?" Aiden snapped.

"No, Aiden," Natasha retorted coming out of her stupor," I'm implying that your sister is the least violent person I know until she looses control. She nearly cut someone's balls off in the Roadhouse after they hit her three weeks after your father died. What do you think she's capable of when the boy she loved and her older brother died within the space of a week?"

Hailey's Point of View

I was still running. I didn't even know how it was possible but I was running, faster than I ever thought I could. I ran as if my life depended on it but it was really only my sanity. As long as my feet hit the concrete and my lungs burned; it gave me something else to focus on because lurking just under the surface was insurmountable grief. Loosing my parents was one thing, I barely remembered my mother and I never truly associated my father of being what he was supposed to be. His death left a hole I wasn't aware of and it ached everyday. But, the hole that Trevor left was bigger, and it mocked me of an attachment that I didn't even realize went deep down to the bone. It was different now, Sam's death was too much to bear. It showed me that my brother's weren't immortal. They were just as fragile as I was. Dean's accident had showed me that but Sam's death hammered the point home. They protected me from anything and everything but I couldn't save Sam, my abilities reacted too late and he had paid the price.

Aiden and Dean had found him, I was betting. I wonder how'd they handle all of this, probably no better than me. I had left Sam alone, I had left his body alone. I had ran away and I had been running ever since, not stopping or slowing down, sprinting in a direction that I didn't even know was the right one. There were two thoughts on my mind: the first was finding the person who had killed Sam and the second was putting as much distance between Cold Oak and I as I could.

Sam was gone. I couldn't believe that Sammy was gone. Did the fates just have to take everyone I loved? Trevor and Sam? My parents. I only had Dean and Aiden and I'd be damned if they got hurt because of me. My curse was not going to affect anyone else I cared about. I wasn't going to let anyone else get hurt because of me. The last person who would fall in the long line of casualties as a direct result of me would be Jake. After Jake was gone I'd fall of the grid, making sure nothing ever hurt my family again.

It had taken four hours but I finally tracked Jake down. He had found an abandoned campground. Wood was burning off the fire that Jake had made and he was fast asleep. I crept closer into the camp, grinning, Sam's death was about to be avenged. When I got close enough, I shook my hand at the fire extinguishing it in seconds and Jake was startled awake. Unfortunately for him he woke up a moment too late, showing that not even the army could duplicate the sense of a Winchester. I couldn't sneak up on any of my brothers' even when they were sleeping.

With a gust of wind the fire sparked back up and Jake jumped as the fire cast sinister shadows all over my body, turning every move I made into a more threatening form. He gasped when he saw me and immediately struggled to get up. I raised my hand and Jake was slammed back, pinned against the rock by my abilities.

"What the hell?" Jake groaned. "How did you find me?"

"It's called tracking, short bus," I sneered. "Names Hailey Winchester. I believe you met my big brother, Sam?"

Recognition and a spark of fear shone in Jake's eyes and I walked closer to him, circling my prey with unabashed relish.

"Tell me, how did it feel stabbing him in the back like a little coward?" I hissed. "Did they teach you that in the war?"

"Let me go," Jake growled.

"Oh, is that an order, soldier boy?" I taunted.

"It's more of a friendly request," Jake snarled. "Let me go."

"Why don't you make me," I retorted. "Oh, right you can't."

I pulled three of my throwing knives out of my pocket. They were serrated and sharp and they were obedient. I did the trick that I had learned with Trevor, dropping the knives. They would've fallen to the ground if my abilities hadn't stepped in, soaring through the air. One made itself comfortable at the hollow of Jake's throat, the other one went dangerously close to Jake's pupil and the last one went back into my outstretched hand.

"What are you?" Jake gasped after my little display.

"Don't you know?" I responded.

"You." Jake realized. "You're the girl who threw me thirty feet into the air without even touching me."

"Oh, Jakey, that's the least of what I'm going to do to you," I smirked and before Jake could say a word the knife in my hand slid down his arm, cutting the skin without me even putting pressure on the blade. "You see, Sam didn't get to beg but I promise you will."

"You don't understand," Jake tried to reason.

"No," I corrected sharply, the knives by his throat and eye twitching as my tone became dangerously calm, "You're the one who doesn't understand. He spared your life and you repaid the favor by killing him. Do you have any honor? Do you have any self-respect?"

"The yellow-eyed demon told me that there can only be one," Jake exclaimed as two more cuts joined the first one on his arm.

"No, you both could've gotten out," I snarled. "But you decided to save your own skin. Look out for number one."

"And how did you stay alive?" Jake snapped.

"I defended myself," I snarled. "You're the one who attacked without reason. The one who was spineless enough to stab someone in the back."

"You don't want to do something you might regret," Jake tried to soothe.

"Regret?" I laughed and then snickered as another knife joined the fray. Only this time it was Jake's knife, that zoomed out of his pocket and cut his cheek before imbedding itself into his chest. "You don't know the first thing about me or my family."

"You're not a killer," Jake cried, wincing as blood flowed freely from his wounds.

"You're right, Jake," I sighed. "I wasn't a killer until this moment. Here's a little background information. My mother died when I was six months old, my father was barely there for my childhood but my brothers always were. Sam always was and you took him away from me. And not only did you kill him spinelessly, you killed my brother four days after my boyfriend was murdered by the very thing you decided to listen too."

"Hailey…"

"Shut. Up." I screamed.

"Well it looks like you two are getting along splendidly," A joyful voice laughed. "I'm not interrupting or anything, am I?"

I growled turning on my hill to see Azazel perched on the rock opposite the one that Jake was trapped on. He took in the scene before he looked at me.

"You're a lot stronger than I gave you credit for, Hails," Azazel praised. "Look at the control you have over your abilities. Your generation is definitely the strongest, albeit most willful. Put the knives down, Hailey."

"Or what?" I hissed.

"Or you live long enough to see your brothers die," Azazel shrugged.

"You touch them and I'll kill you both," I snarled.

"Last chance, Hailey," Azazel responded.

I huffed as I held out my hands catching the four knives with ease as they came back to me. I pocketed three of them before slamming Jake's knife back into his wound. He grunted in pain as I slipped down onto the remaining rock.

"Well Jake you've certainly got your hands full," Azazel smirked as he watched as Jake pulled the knife out of his shoulder grimacing all the while.

"You're leaving me with her?" Jake asked.

"Scared?" I grinned.

"What's wrong, Jake?" Azazel sneered. "You can fight in Afghanistan but you can't handle an unruly eighteen year old?"

"Go to hell," Jake growled.

"Been there," Azazel smirked. "Done that."

"Everything you put me through, dragging me to that place making me kill those people…" Jake trailed off staring daggers at Azazel.

"All part of the beauty pageant," Azazel shrugged, "Jake, I needed the strongest, and that's you. Congratulations, Jake, you're the last man standing. The American Idol. I have to admit you weren't the horse I was betting on, but still, I gotta give it to you."

"Needed me for what?" Jake whispered.

"Oh, I have a laundry list of things you both need to do," Azazel grinned.

"The only thing I'm going to do is kill you," Jake snarled.

"You know, others have tried, it's not easy," Azazel said. "Trust me, Jake, you wanna be a good little soldier here."

"And if I'm not?" Jake asked.

"If you're a bad little soldier, well, that dear old mom of yours, that adorable little sister, I'll make certain they both live long enough to know the chewy taste of their own intestines," Azazel stated. "And I'm not bluffing."

"What do you want us to do?" Jake asked.

"Good doggy," I muttered rolling my eyes.

Aiden's Point of View

It just wasn't fair why did all of the bad things happen to us? First we had lost both our parents and now Sam? And, now Hailey was MIA and we had no clue where she was or what she was doing. Natasha had said that she was going to kill the person responsible and I didn't feel guilty because that person deserved whatever Hailey inflicted.

We had decided to get a motel room instead of staying at Bobby's house. Dean and I hadn't slept since we had found Sam. Bobby had come with food but it sat untouched as I stared down at Sam's corpse. His corpse because Sam Winchester, my big brother was gone and he had destroyed Dean in the process. I had feel asleep for a few minutes and in that space of time Dean had left in a frenzy screaming, "What am I supposed to do?!" The impala had started up a few minutes later driving erratically out of the parking lot.

"Sam, I'm so sorry," I whimpered dropping down onto the chair that was placed by his bed, "I never made life easy for you and I'm sorry. You went to Stanford and I followed on your coattails, shared an apartment with you. When you found me taking coke, you're reaction was not one I had anticipated. I thought you'd be angry and disappointed but you understood and didn't condemn me. You helped me get clean and I shoved it in your face a few months ago and once again you weren't angry. Nope, Dean was, I had never seen him so angry. I just, we needed you, Sam. I mean, we need you now. You kept Dean in line and without you, what are we gonna do? The entire family will fall apart. I don't know what to do. Dean is beside himself and Hailey. God, Sammy, we don't even know where Hailey is, if she's even okay."

I choked on a sob as I placed my face in my hands. My body was wracked with sobs as I allowed myself to mourn over my brother. The one who I never thought I'd lose. Part of me thought that I should just get use to it. No one ever said that the Winchester family wasn't cursed. After all the facts spoke for themselves. We had two psychics in the family and people close to us were dropping like flies. I heard a startled pain filled gasp and l squeaked despite myself. Sam who had been dead for two days was suddenly moving. I shot out of the chair and moved away from Sam watching him suspiciously.

"Aiden?" Sam groaned.

"Sam?" I gaped.

With slow movements, Sam eased himself out of bed, his hands flying to the wound on his back. He winced stumbling to the mirror and attempting to look at it. I gasped aloud when I saw that the deep cut, severing Sam's spine was gone, leaving an angry red scar in his wake.

"Aiden, what's wrong?" Sam asked.

"Sammy," I whispered.

Before Sam could comment further on my weird behavior, I had closed the distance between us and hugged him. Sam groaned at the contact, his muscles had to have been protesting but he reluctantly wrapped his arms around me. The moment was shattered when the door to the motel room slammed open, with Dean rushing inside kicking the door closed as he walked.

"Sammy," Dean whispered.

"Hey, Dean," Sam greeted.

His eyes widened in surprise when Dean pulled him into an embrace.

"Ow, uh, Dean?" Sam groaned.

"I'm sorry, man," Dean grimaced. "I'm just happy to see you up and around, that's all. Come on, sit down."

Dean led Sam over to the table where the food was still spread out. Dean sat across from him and then shot me a get-your-ass-over-here look. I trailed obediently over to the table and sat down on the other side of Sam.

"What happened to me?" Sam asked.

"What do you remember?" Dean questioned.

"I saw Hailey," Sam murmured, "and…I felt this pain. This sharp pain like white-hot, and she screamed out and that's it."

"Someone stabbed you in the back," Dean replied.

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

"No, but Bobby could," Dean stated. "Who did it?"

"His names Jake," Sam sneered. "Did you get him?"

"No, by the time we got there both Hailey and Jake were gone," Dean sighed.

"What?" Sam demanded rising to his feet, "Dean we have to find her."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Dean scolded gently forcing Sam to sit back down, "Easy there, Sammy. You just woke up, all right? Let's get you something to eat, huh? You want something to eat?" When Sam nodded Dean grinned, "I'm starving."

I watched as Sam and Dean ate some of the pizza and chicken knowing that if Sam was still dead than there would be no reason why we would be eating right now. There, was a nagging feeling in my gut that Sam didn't rise by himself. There were a few things that could bring a person back to life. Actually, I only knew one way to bring someone back after they died. It was to make a deal with a demon.

Normally that happened at crossroads where pacts were made. The normal deal would last ten years and the demon would give you whatever you wanted. The only repercussion of that was the demon got your soul and you went to hell. Dad had made a deal to save Dean's life and he was in hell. Who knows what was happening to him and there was nothing we could do. If Dad's deal was messed with Dean would die and I wondered if it the same would be for Dean's deal. At least if a deal had been made.

"Junior!" Dean snapped.

I startled out of my reverie and gazed wide-eyed at Dean.

"You going to eat?" Dean prodded.

"Not hungry," I muttered.

"I didn't ask if you were hungry," Dean said. "I told you to eat. When was the last time you ate something?"

"Dunno," I shrugged.

"Aiden," Dean warned.

I huffed rolling my eyes as I grabbed a piece of chicken out of the bucket and taking a huge bite. When Dean finally adverted his gaze I put the piece of chicken down looking at Sam.

"What happened?" I asked.

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

"He told you that?" Dean questioned.

"Yeah," Sam scoffed. "He appeared in a dream."

"He tell you anything else?" I asked.

"Nope," Sam said. "That was it, nothing else. You know, what I don't get, Dean? If the demon only wanted one of us, then how did Jake and I both get away?"

"Well, I mean, they left you or dead. I'm sure they thought it was over," Dean lied taking a large bite of pizza, "So now that Yellow Eyes has Jake, what's he going to do with him?"

"No idea," Sam shrugged. "But whatever it is we have to stop him."

"Wyoming," I groaned. "Dean, he's going to Wyoming!"

"What are you talking about?" Sam questioned.

"In Wyoming, Samuel Colt has five frontier churches that have private railway line connecting church to church. It makes a hundred square mile Devil's trap. No demon can get across," I explained

"Here's a thought," Dean grimaced. "What if Colt wasn't trying to keep demons out? What if he was trying to keep something in?"

"That's great," I fumed.

"You think?" Dean retorted.

"It's powerful," I said. "There's no way a full-blood demon gets across."

"No," Sam agreed. "But I know who could."

"We'll call Bobby, he'll take care of it," Dean said.

"What?" Sam cried. "We have to stop him, Dean!"

"You need you're rest," Dean said. "We have time."

"No we don't," Sam snapped.

"The other hunters have a handle on this, Sam," Dean growled. "You almost died back there. Take care of yourself for a little bit, huh?"

"I'm sorry," Sam whispered. "No."

I felt Dean growl low in his throat as Sam packed up his stuff. Seconds later we were ready to had towards Wyoming. Bobby, Ellen, Natasha, and Jo had already been notified and were going to meet us there. I just hoped that wherever Jake was Hailey wasn't far behind. I just wondered how Natasha and Bobby would react to seeing Sam up and moving.

Hailey's Point of View

"You know this whole silent and brooding thing is really making this trip uncomfortable," Jake mused.

We had stolen a car as soon as we could. I didn't recognize the area around me, which wasn't remotely helpful. I knew we were definitely out of South Dakota and I wondered where we were supposed to be going next. We had stopped to get Lucy and Abby but they weren't adding anything to the conversation either.

"Oh, gee, I'm so sorry Jake," I sneered. "We wouldn't want this to be uncomfortable. Blame Azazel, if he hadn't stopped me you wouldn't be feeling much of anything right now."

I got out of the car, slamming the door in the process as Lucy and Abby followed suit. If this had been different circumstances Lucy, Abby, and I could've been close. I could tell they felt the same way about all of this.

"Look," Jake growled rounding on me, "you did what you had to do to get here and so did I. You think that the people you killed had families. You're not special, Winchester."

"You're right, they probably did have families," I replied. "But, unlike them. I killed them in self-defense. You stabbed Sam in the back and nothing is going to stop me from settling the score."

I was unprepared for when Jake suddenly backhanded me across the jaw. My head snapped to the left as my eyes watered in pain.. I reacted instantly lunging at Jake hardest punch that I could throw. He landed hard on the ground with me right on top of him. I grabbed one of my knives and when I went to stab him, Abby and Lucy pried me away from him.

"How was the trip?" Azazel asked immediately turning our attention from each other to him.

"We're here," I snapped. "Now what?"

"Fifty miles that away," Azazel ordered pointing over the train tracks. "There's a cemetery. A crept. You got to open that. Think you all can manage that?"

"You know what?" Jake hissed. "Screw you and your freaky orders. Go do it yourself."

"Oh, I can't," Azazel winced. "I can't go that way not yet."

"Iron," I whispered. "The tracks are made of iron and you can't cross."

"Yeah, you're the smart one," Azazel grinned. "But you all are gonna open that crypt for me, you're gonna need a key."

My eyes widened in surprise as Azazel pulled out the Colt from his jacket pocket and held it in the air.

"A gun?" Jake sneered.

"Oh, this isn't any gun," Azazel smirked. "This is the only gun in the whole universe that can shoot me dead."

"Is that so?" Jake said.

"Yep," Azazel grinned. "Here take it." I rolled my eyes as Jake took the gun and immediately cocked the gun and aimed it at Azazel, "Oh, my, I'm shocked at this unforeseen turn of events. Go ahead, Jake, squeeze that trigger be all you can be. This will all be over, your life can go back to normal. Of course, the Army won't take you back because you're AWOL, but, I'm sure you could get your old job at the factory back. But then, on the other hand, the rest of your life, and your family's, could be money and honey, health and wealth, every day is ice-cream sundae. And all you gotta do is this one little thing."

"Why me?" Jake demanded. "Why can't they do it."

"Because you're my leader," Azazel answered. "And you open that crypt, and you will have your army."

"You're talking about the end of the world," I protested.

"Oh, it's not the end," Azazel disagreed. "It's the beginning, a better world where all of you and your family will be protected. More than that. They'll be royalty."

"Fine," Jake answered.

Abby, Lucy, and I shared a look. It seemed as though I wasn't the only one with a background in the Supernatural because they didn't seem at all swayed by Azazel's promises. Jake on the other hand was greedily feeding out of the palm of his hand. Taking the gun and pocketing it he got back in the car, giving us no other choice but to follow after him.

By the time we got to the cemetery it was nighttime. Abby. Lucy, and I followed after Jake as he led us towards the giant crypt located right in the middle of the graveyard. I saw something move out of the corner of my eye and I fought a relieved sigh. Dean was here which meant that, more than likely so was Aiden along with a lot of other hunters. We stood by the crypt as Jake moved up to it.

"Howdy, Jake," A familiar voice greeted.

"Sam?" I whimpered.

I was dumbfounded, there was no way that Sam could be alive. He had died in my arms. I looked around noticing that Sam wasn't alone. Bobby, Ellen, Dean, Aiden, Jo, and Natasha came out of the shadows. I looked immediately to Natasha but she avoided my gaze keeping her gun trained on Jake who was staring at Sam like he had seen a ghost.

"You were dead," Jake gaped. "I killed you."

"Yeah?" Sam sneered. "Well next time finish the job."

"I did!" Jake snarled. "I cut clean through your spinal cord, man." At that Sam looked at Dean and I looked at him to wondering how the hell Sam could even be walking around right now. "You can't be alive. You can't be."

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

"Do what he says," I shouted.

"Bitch you're the one who has to be listening to my orders not the other way around," Jake seethed.

"Don't talk to her like that!" Aiden shouted.

"Stay out of this," Jake hissed before turning back to me and once again backhanded me across the face. When I moved to retaliate Abby and Lucy restrained me.

"Don't, Hailey, "Abby soothed. "He could kill you."

"Just take it easy," Bobby tried again.

"And if I don't?" Jake hissed.

"Wait and see," Sam snarled.

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

"It's a thought," Sam stated.

"You had your chance," Jake rolled his eyes, "you couldn't."

I growled low in my throat as I grabbed the knives out of my pocket. Once again Abby and Lucy blocked me from getting my hands on Jake and for some reason my telekinesis wasn't working. Sam looked at me before glaring at Jake, "I won't make the same mistake twice."

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

Jake laughed turning his attention to Ellen, "Hey Lady, do me a favor, put that gun to your head." I gasped when Ellen shakily put the gun to her temple, "See that Ava girl was right. Once you give into it, there's all sorts of new Jedi mind tricks you can learn."

"Let her go," Sam ordered.

"Shoot him," Ellen groaned her voice trembling as well as her arm.

"You'll be mopping up skull before you get a shot down," Jake warned. "Everyone, put your guns down. Except you, sweetheart."

All the guns drop as they stare daggers at him, "Thank you."

I watched as Jake turned around and pulled the Colt out of his pocket. He quickly put the gun in the center of the crypt where there was some sort of locking mechanism on it. Dean and Bobby lunged toward Ellen pulling the gun just before she could shoot herself. Suddenly Sam was right next to me shooting Jake four times in the back. Jake crumbled to the ground and Sam moved to position himself in front of him.

"Please," Jake whimpered. "Please…don't. Please!"

"I told you that you'd get to beg," I snarled lowly right before Sam fired three more shots into Jake's chest.

I planted a vicious kick into Jake's side before watching as two separate engravings on the crypt in different directions before both suddenly stopped.

"Oh, no," Bobby hissed.

"What is it?" Ellen asked.

"It's hell," Bobby responded.

Dean reached forward and grabbed the Colt out of the crypt.

"Take cover," Bobby ordered. "NOW!"

My eyes widened in surprise at Bobby's tone but my body jumped into action because when a guy like Bobby yelled he meant whatever he said. All of us ran hiding behind tombstones for cover. When the crypt burst open it did so with a bang. I watched horrified as a large, black mass erupted from the other side and shot forwards into the sky.

"What the hell just happened?" Dean demanded.

"That's a devil's gate," Ellen explained. "A damn door to hell."

"Oh, my god," I hissed.

"Come on!" Ellen ordered. "We have to shut that gate!"

I watched as Dean checked the Colt for bullets.

"If the demon gave this to Jake…then maybe…" Dean mused.

With a giant crash of thunder Azazel appeared right behind Dean. I attempted to run towards them but Azazel was faster flinging the Colt one day and Dean the other.

"A boy shouldn't play with Daddy's guns," Azazel taunted.

Dean's head cracked against the tombstone and I rushed towards him with Sam and Aiden on my heels. We all went flying, Aiden landed next to Dean while Sam and I were pinned to a tree.

"I'll get you in a minute champ," Azazel smiled at Sam. "But I'm proud of you, knew you had it in you."

Azazel then turned to Dean and Aiden, "Sit a spell." With that Dean and Aiden were pinned against the tombstone, "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 drive you nuts. 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, and getting your sister to listen him? A total nightmare. But 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 snarked.

"It's a better shake than your dad ever got and you never wondered why?" Azazel questioned. "I'm surprised at you. I man, you saw what your brother just did to Jake, right? That was pretty cold, wasn't it? How certain are you that what you brought back was one hundred percent pure Sam. You of all people should know, that's 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."

What the fuck was going on? And then it made sense: the only reason Sam was walking around was because Dean made a deal. I wonder how long he got. Were they going to tell me? Did Sam know about this? I looked at Sam and judging by his face he had no idea. As Azazel cocked the Colt I realized that a black shape was forming behind Azazel and then it formed into a identifiable shape. It was dad and he moved quickly grabbed the demon right out of the person it was animating. The body fell to the ground with the gun still in its hand. Dad and the demon were wrestling in the grass as Dean scrambled forward grabbing the gun. The demon got the edge on dad and reentered the body it was possessing. When it stood up, Dean reacted instinctually firing the Colt. I watched anxiously as Azazel turned right into the bullet. He exploded in a blaze or red and white light while the body crumbled to the ground, dead.

Azazel was dead. Oh, my god. The demon we had spent my entire life hunting was finally gone never to mess with my family again and Dad was out of hell. He was fighting to stand up and that's when everything went back into normal speed. I watched as Ellen, Bobby, Natasha, Jo, Abby, and Lucy struggling to close the door. When it slammed shut I watched my father. I walked closer, crying softly. Dad laid his hand on Dean shoulder, smiling proudly. He then looked at Aiden, Sam, and I nodding to us. When Dad stepped back a white light engulfed the scene and just as quickly as Dad had shown up he was gone. I turned on my heel and looked down at the body that once held Azazel.

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

"You did it," Sam whispered.

"I didn't do it alone," Dean replied.

"Do you think Dad really," I tried to ask. "Do you think he really climbed outta hell?"

"The door was open," Dean shrugged. "If anyone's stubborn enough to do it…it would be him."

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

"I don't know," Dean said.

"But he's not in hell," Aiden said. "That's the important thing"

"I can't believe it," Sam shook his head. "I mean our whole lives…everything has been prepping for this, and now I don't know what to say?"

"I do," Dean declared leaning closer to the body, "That was for our mom, you son of a bitch."

I abandoned any restraint I had against my emotion and threw myself into Sam's arms. He stumbled backwards slightly before picking me up. He thought I was just happy that the demon was dead. But all of that didn't matter as long as I had my big brother back. Each of us had a valuable role to play in our family and you never knew exactly how much each of us mattered, and functioned well together until a part of us was missing. I barely noticed that Sam was moving until we were right next to the impala. He placed me gently on the ground and Aiden pulled me into his side.

"Where've you been?" Aiden questioned.

"The demon threatened your lives, I did what I had too," I whispered.

"Hailey," Aiden sighed.

"I don't want to talk about it, Aiden," I whispered.

"Hails, Natasha told us some of what you were going to do to Jake," Aiden said.

"Aiden, please," I pleaded. "Not now."

Aiden made huffed before pulling me closer. I leaned against him as I watched Sam and Dean walk on ahead of us. The air around us was a mixture of euphoria and trepidation. Dean's deal was souring up what should've been an amazing moment. It was the one we had been waiting for our entire lives and now it happened. But I couldn't enjoy it because I was too happy about Sam being back and breathing but I didn't want Dean to go to hell.

"You know, when Jake saw me," Sam began, "it was like he saw a ghost. I mean, you heard him, Dean. He said he killed me."

"I'm glad he was wrong," Dean said.

"I don't think he was, Dean," Sam responded. "What happened after I was stabbed?"

"I already told you," Dean stated.

"Not everything," Sam retorted.

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

"Did I die?" Sam whispered.

"Oh, come on," Dean growled.

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

"Oh, come on!" Dean snapped. "No!"

"Tell me the truth," Sam spat. "Dean, tell me truth."

"Sam…" Dean chuckled although it wasn't a friendly sound.

"How long did you get?" Sam asked.

"One year," Dean sighed. "I got one year."

"You shouldn't have done that," Sam whimpered. "How could you do that?"

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

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

"What?" Dean asked.

"You've saved my life over and over. I mean, you sacrifice everything for me. You sacrifice everything for us," Sam stated. "Don't you think I'd do the same for you? That we'd do the same thing for you. 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."

"Yeah," Dean replied.

"Well...Yellow Eyed Demon might be dead," Ellen said approaching us. "But a lot more got through that gate."

"How many, you think?" Dean asked

"Hundred, maybe two hundred," Sam guess, "It's an army. He's unleashed an army."

"Hope to hell you guys are ready," Bobby grimaced. "'Cause the war has just begun."

"Well, then," Dean grinned tossing the Colt into the trunk of the impala, "We got work to do."

Damn straight we did because even though Azazel was dead, who knew what we had let out of hell. The though made my stomach flip but nothing, not even hell was going to keep my brothers and I apart. We'd get Dean out of his deal, we had too because whatever grief I felt when I thought I had lost Sam it was nothing compared to how we'd all feel if Dean was gone.