AN: Thank you for all of the positive reviews! This is the next to last chapter of Hells Bells . This saga, Zanita, is only half way through. I am so glad that you want me to continue. I still have a lot of ideas for Rose and the boys.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for Rose and the little stuffed horse Dean won for her at a fair when she was three that she keeps at the bottom of her duffle bag. His name is Impala. But shuuuush... You don't know about that.

After several astonished moments of silence, the Winchesters walked-Rose leaning heavily on Sam since her head was still spinning-over to the corpse of the Yellow Eyed Demon. They stared down at it, no one speaking, each trying to sort through the flood of emotions running through them.

Finally Dean took a deep breath and rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, check that off the to-do list."

Rose laughed and threw both arms around him.

"You did it," Sam said quietly, disbelievingly.

"I didn't do it alone." Dean looked at the place where they had last seen their father standing.

"Do you think Dad really..." Rose disengaged herself from her brother's jacket. "Do you really think he climbed outta hell?" She took a hand of each sibling, not caring how much of a chick flick gesture it was.

Neither brother pulled away.

Dean shrugged. "The door was open. If anybody was stubborn enough to do it..."

Sam chuckled weakly. "Yeah. Where do you think he is now?"

Rose answered "With Mom" at the same moment Dean answered "I don't know."

Sam shook his head, staring at the body. "I can't believe it. Our whole lives, everything, it's all been preparing for this and now. I-" he laughed, a mixture of pleasure and shock. "I don't know what to say."

"I do." Dean leaned down as close as he could to the body without letting Rose's hand drop. "That was for our mom, you son of a bitch." He looked up at his siblings and caught Rose staring at Hell's Gates. "You ok?"

"Y-yeah," she said with a shiver. "Just, I dunno, that place gives me weird feelings." Like the feeling she would be coming back.

They started walking back to the Impala. With a heavy heart, Sam turned to Dean. "You know, when Jake saw me...it was like he saw a ghost. I mean, hell, you heard him, Dean. He thought he killed me."

"I'm glad he was wrong." Dean silently pleaded with his sister not to say anything.

She didn't meet his gaze. "He wasn't."

Sam looked at her. "What happened after I was stabbed?"

"I don't know," she answered in a small, tired voice. "Dean slipped me sleeping pills and sent me with Bobby."

"Dean?"

"I already told you," Dean insisted. "Rose was just upset. You were ok."

"Dean," Sam argued. "I know that isn't true."

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

"Did you sell your soul for me?" Sam asked, his voice cracking. "Like Dad did for you?"

"Oh, come on. No!" Dean practically screamed his denial.

"Tell me the truth," Sam said quietly. "Dean, tell me the truth."

"Sammy," Dean breathed.

"Rose, how could you not tell me?" Sam demanded.

"Because I didn't wanna believe it." She quickly wiped her eyes before the tears could come out. Showing affection was a lot different then showing weakness.

Sam turned back to Dean. "How long do you get?"

"One month." Dean looked down at his boots, suddenly very interested in a scuff on the toe of the left one. "I got one month."

"You shouldn't have done that," Sam said angrily but his voice cracked with the sadness. "How could you do that?"

"Don't you get mad at me, Sammy," Dean begged. "Don't you do that. I had to. I had to look out for you both. You and Rose. That's my job."

"And what do you think we're supposed to do?" Rose interrupted his pleas. "We're a family Dean, we gotta look out for each other. All of us."

Dean looked at her, completely confused. "What?"

"You've saved our lives over and over," Sam explained. "I mean, you sacrifice everything for us, Dean. Don't you think we'd do the same for you?"

"You're our big brother," Rose added, "there's nothing we wouldn't do for you."

Dean said nothing, staring at them as if these were strange, foreign concepts to him.

Sam laid his hand on Rose's shoulder. "We don't care what it takes. We're gonna get you out of this."

Rose nodded. "Guess we gotta save your ass for a change."

Slowly, Dean smiled. It grew until he looked like a kid in a candy store. "Yeah."

Seeing that whatever sensitive, familial moment the Winchesters were having was probably over, Ellen and Bobby joined the trio. "Well," Ellen said, "the Yellow Eyed Demon might be dead. But a lot more got through that gate."

"How many, you think?" Dean asked.

"Hundred," Sam estimated. "Maybe two hundred."

"It's an army," Rose realized. "He unleashed an army."

Bobby took his trucker cap off and wiped his brow. "Hope to hell you kids are ready. 'Cause the war has just begun."

"Well, then." Dean opened the trunk and threw the Colt inside. Smiling at his siblings, he shrugged. "We got work to do."