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Chapter 28: All Hell Breaks Loose Part 1

Exit light, enter night, take my hand, we're off to never never land, Something's wrong, cut the light heavy thoughts tonight, And they're not of Snow White, Dreams of War, dreams of liars, dreams of a dragon's fire, And all things will fight…

I was on Ash's laptop, bobbing my head to the beat of Metallica that was playing in the background lightly of our jukebox in the noisy bar. Dean had called worried sick, looking for Sam, again. Something took him at a diner the other night and now Ash and I were working around the clock the next day to try and find Sam. Dean thinks it was the demon, and I kind of had a feeling he might be right on that, which made me search for him even more on Ash's laptop with his bells and whistles but there was nothing. I wasn't getting anything on Ash's worldwide map, especially the U.S. Map.

I was starting to worry. I know we didn't part on good terms again last time, but I think I was in an okay mood again. Better. Working back at the roadhouse had helped me clear my mind and try to focus on my life. I knew the boys were out there and fighting the darkness the best way they knew possible. And I was thankful for no more death visions, at least for now. Jason and Ash had helped me remind me that Sam was possessed and it hadn't been him when I told them what happened at Bobby's. I was grateful for their friendship, and glad that Jason and I were reconnecting a bit as friends. It was taking time, but I think we were heading in the right direction to get past the past.

But now, Sam was missing, and he was our top priority. We would find him. We had to.

Ash slammed the palm of his hand when nothing came up on our search.

"Damn it," he exclaimed. I looked at him worriedly. He walked over behind the bar and opened the fridge, then looked up at me. "Damn, damn, Sam I am not. Uh, Melinda, we're out of PBR. Mind go getting some?"

"Ash, there's some in the back. Why didn't you let Ellen know how low we were so she could pick some out, while she's grabbing the pretzels?" I asked him.

"Why didn't you go with her when Jason asked you to pick up some toilet paper for the stalls?" He countered, looking at me peculiarly. I narrowed my eyes at him and shook my head, continuing to look at my search engine for where Sam could be.

I could feel his strained look and the phone rang again. Ash picked it up, "Harvelle's," he said.

"Ash, what do you got?" Dean asked.

Ash leaned against the pillar. "Okay, listen, that's a big nugatory on Sam-"

I looked up at Ash curiously, anxiously. Dean was on the phone.

"Oh, come on, man! You've gotta give us something. We're looking at a three-thousand mile haystack here!" Dean exclaimed hotly.

"Listen, Dean," Ash cradled the receiver against his shoulder, and leaned in close to me, elbows on the countertop. "I did find something."

I frowned at him. What'd he find and why didn't he tell me?

"Well, what? What did you and Mel find?"

"I can't talk over this line, Dean." Ash said, leaning up against the countertop and twirled around the pillar, trying to be conspicuous.

"Come on, I don't have time for this!"

"Well, make time, okay?" Ash pressed urgently. "Because this-" He stopped, pausing to look at one of our patrons walking by us. I eyed him cautiously, placing my thumb and fingers to my lips, biting my thumbnail. "What's up? What's going on?" Ash motioned a chin nod 'hello' to him, and he walked by us, leaving us be. I let out a breath as though I'd been holding it in. "Not only does this almost definitely help you find your brother, this ah…it's huge. So get here. Now."

He slammed the phone on the receiver, I winced a bit at the ring sound it left behind once hooked up. He ran a hand over his face and looked at the time on his watch.

"Ash? What is it? You've been anxious all day," I said worriedly.

Ash gave me a grave look. I shook my head when he didn't answer me. I could only hope Ellen would come back and Dean would get here with Bobby so that we could sort this all out.

But then something blinked on the computer search and I looked at it with wide eyes. A demonic omen had appeared on screen but it wasn't for Sam. It was….

"Ash!" I cried, but it was too late. A bright light washed over us, as we all took cover in our spots, only to feel the heat inside of all of us…burning to a charcoal crisp.

~*SPN*~

I flickered back to the roadhouse, but when I returned to the scene, I saw that it'd been burnt to the ground. Every piece of wood destroyed, black, smoke in the air. I turned to look at my hands, transparent, wispy, no more life in them. No more life in me.

I looked around my surroundings, clear day, burnt building. Then I saw her, my reaper. Tessa? I thought curiously, but when I tried to go to her, I couldn't. A barrier had been divided between us. I looked at her. Scared. She looked at me worriedly and then disappeared. No. I thought.

I turned to the sound of an engine. The impala's engine. I was grateful for Dean's impeccable timing. But it was too late. The roadhouse was gone and I was now dead.

And stuck in the veil again. I'd been ready to move on this time, but I couldn't. I was trapped. Helpless. A silver glint in my eye caught my attention through the pieces of wood where the back rooms would be at the roadhouse. The wheels from Jason's chair, burnt and unmoving. Damn it.

~*SPN*~

"What the hell?" Dean exclaimed worriedly as he pulled up to the fallen roadhouse.

Dean and Bobby got out of the car. "Oh my God," Bobby breathed out in shock at the site before him.

"You see Ellen?" Dean asked as they looked around for sign of life.

Bobby shook his head.

"No. No Ash, or Mel either," Bobby said, looking down at the dead burnt bodies that had got caught in the fire blast.

Dean stopped, noticing something shiny. Ash's watch. Dean leaned down and took his wrist in his hands.

"Oh, Ash, damn it!" He exclaimed, lowering the wrist back down with the rest of the burnt debris. He sighed. "What the hell did Ash know? We got no way of knowing where Ellen or Mel is. Or if they're even alive! We've got no clue what Ash was going to tell us. Now, how the hell are we going to find, Sam?" He glared at Bobby questionably. A string of questions, no answers.

"We'll find him," Bobby said with a firm nod.

"Bobby? Dean?" I looked over at them, feeling hollow, empty. No feeling whatsoever. But I'd heard them, and it brought me back to them.

"Oh no….no," Dean walked over to me as I made my way over to him through the debris on the ground. I joined him at the impala. "Mel…"

"Afraid so," I said, flicking my eyes at one of the burnt wood sticking out from the other little wood pieces that were charcoal crispy.

"What the hell happened? Tell me you were going to move on, and didn't stay behind again?" He pleaded with me.

I nodded slowly. "I was going to move on. I wasn't going to become one of those things you hunt, believe me. But when I tried there was this force field barrier that had stopped me from going to my reaper."

Dean ran a hand over his face. I could see the stress in his eyes and the way he carried himself.

Then all of a sudden, he gripped onto his head, cringing in pain. I looked over at him.

"Dean?" Bobby asked.

He let out a stifling groan, and held onto his forehead as he dropped down to lean against the hood of his car. Was it a vision? I wondered.

Then he shook his head and regained his self-composure when it stopped hurting him.

"What was that?" Bobby asked.

"I don't know. A headache?" He guessed.

"You get headaches like that a lot?" Bobby asked concernedly.

"No," Dean shook his head. "Must be the stress," he chuckled. I wasn't so sure it was. "I could have sworn I saw something."

"What do you mean? Like a vision? Like what Sam gets?" Bobby asked.

"What?" Dean looked at him incredulously. "No!"

"I'm just sayin'," Bobby shrugged.

"It does sound like a vision," I agreed.

Dean glanced at me and shook his head. "Come on! I'm not some psychic! Now, did Ash tell you-"

He suddenly let out another searing painful cry and he dropped to the hood of his impala, this time almost falling. Bobby quickly got to him, holding him, trying to comfort him through the painful headache Dean was receiving.

"Dean? Dean! Are you with me?"

"Yeah, I think so," he said once the vision died down. "I saw Sam. I saw him, Bobby."

"It was a vision," Bobby said.

"Yeah," Dean let out a couple of breaths, shaken up from the vision. "I don't know how, but yeah. Phew!" He chuckled lightly, looking at us. "That was just as fun as getting kicked in the jewels."

"What else did you see?" Bobby asked.

"Uh….there was a bell," Dean blinked, trying to remember.

"What kind of bell?" Bobby asked questionably.

"Like a big bell, with some kind of engraving on it. I don't know," Dean shrugged.

"Engraving?" Bobby asked, narrowing his eyes as if the thoughts of knowledge were coming back to him.

"Yeah," Dean nodded.

"Was it a tree? An oak tree?"

Dean looked at Bobby, a bit shocked. "Yeah, exactly."

"I know where Sam is."

~*SPN*~

Dean drove the impala extremely fast on the road, while I sat in the front seat of the impala, looking forlorn out the window as night descended upon us. Bobby was right on our tail.

"Don't worry Melinda, we'll get to Sam, find this son-of-a-bitch, and get you home," Dean said.

I looked sideways at his side profile face. His jaw was set, fingers tight against his wheel, utterly determined as we raced to Cold Oak, South Dakota.

I looked down at my faded pale and gray form, white camisole spaghetti strap shirt and jeans I'd decided to wear. I'd worn my hair down today. It was almost like I knew something bad was going to happen.

But now I knew why Ash wanted me out of the roadhouse…

~*SPN*~

We finally found ourselves at the foot of Cold Oak. Bobby, Dean, and I got out of the cars and looked onward to the miles of woods that stretched out for what it looked like miles.

"Well, it looks like the rest of it is on foot," Bobby said. Dean looked out and then at us. He walked over to his trunk and popped it open, taking out the necessary weapons he was going to need and handed one to Bobby. He slammed it shut, and held onto his shotgun. He turned toward me.

"Let's go," he said.

I nodded, and used my super-speed to follow him into the woods, flickering silver and white in and out of the night.

~*SPN*~

"Sam! " Dean yelled as we ran, hopefully coming to a clearing. Dean, Bobby, and I were almost there. Dean and Bobby had flashlights. I could faintly see Sam, holding onto his arm. He'd been injured. I wondered what happened out here. He was tired and trudging on to be with his brother.

"Dean!" Sam's voice replied in the faint distance.

"Sam, look out!" Dean yelled as the man behind him in an army uniform walked behind him and stabbed him in the back, twisting the knife deep into his back in the midst of the rain.

"Noooo!" Dean picked up the pace, running after him. Then he ran away in the other direction, leaving Sam to drop to the ground, on his knees.

I watched, which was all I could do as Dean knelt to his brother, catching him before he could fall while Bobby went after the man that stabbed Sam.

"No, Sam," Dean pleaded desperately as he clutched onto him for dear life. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, Sam. Sam! Hey! Hey, hey. Come here. Let me look at you."

He picked him up, holding him in his hands and then he put his hand on the wound behind Sam's back. As he picked it up, blood soaked his fingers and palm, making him shiver in fear. Dean picked up Sam's lulled head, trying to get him to stay awake.

"Hey, look at me. It's not even that bad. It's not even that bad, all right? Sammy? Sam!" He tightened on his brother's shoulder and shirt.

"Dean…." I said, but he tightened his teeth and glared at me.

"NO! Not you. Don't say it," He yelled at me and I looked sadly at a dying Sam in his arms.

"Hey, listen to me. We're gonna patch you up, okay? You'll be good as new. Huh? I'm gonna take care of you. I'm gonna take you care of you. I've got you. That's my job, right? Watch out for my pain-in-the-ass little brother?" He looked into his brother's eyes desperately searching for life. "Sam? Sam! Sam! Sammy!"

Sam's eyes looked up at mine and I looked at him regretfully before he looked at Dean one last time and closed, falling against Dean's shoulder.

"No. No, no, no, no, no, no. Oh, God. Oh, God." Tears were streaming down Dean's face and if I had a body of my own, I would be right there with him.

He tightened a hug around his brother. "SAM!"

~*SPN*~

A/n: ((Cringe)) Please don't hate me. lol. Ugh, I love and hate this episode…it gets me every time. I still can't believe they killed Ash! ((Tear)) And, yep, Mel's a ghost again! What does Azzy want with Mel? Hmm, I wonder. I do have a theory with Ash and Ellen. I think Ash sent her out on that pretzel run. I imagine him hiding the pretzels somewhere so she'd be safe. :D lol. What do you guys think? Thank you all so much for reading, following, favoriting, and reviewing and sticking with this story! It means a lot.