I don't remember going to sleep but I suppose since I didn't get much in the past few hours I was bound to. Now dad was gently shaking me awake and I opened my eyes seeing his smiling face.

"Good." I mumbled closing them again.

"What?" He asked.

"You're still ok."

He chuckled quietly as I heard him get out of the car. I opened my eyes before I followed him. He put an arm around my shoulder and led me into Bobby's which we were now parked in front of. Dean knocked as we came up and Bobby answered looking at dad amazed too.

"Hey, Bobby." Dean greeted.

"Hey, Bobby." Dad smiled as I gave a small wave.

"Sam. It's good to…see you up and around."

"Yeah…thanks for patching me up."

He patted him on the shoulder as he lead me in.

"Don't mention it." Bobby said as Dean followed.

"Well Sam's better. And we're back in it now, so…what do you know?"

"Come on."

We followed him into the kitchen when he looked at me.

"How are you?" Bobby asked me.

"Better." I muttered.

"Good."

Now we all got around a map and I stood there listening.

"Well, I found something. But I'm not sure what the hell it means." Bobby told dad and Dean.

"What is it?"

"Demonic omens…like a frickin' tidal wave. Cattle deaths. Lightning storms. They skyrocketed from out of nowhere. Here." He pointed to Wyoming on a map. "All around here, except for one place…Southern Wyoming."

"Wyoming?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. That one area's totally clean–spotless. It's almost as if..."

"What?" Dad questioned.

"The demons are surrounding it."

"But you don't know why?" I said curiously.

"No, and by this point my eyes are swimming. Sam, would you take a look at it? Maybe you could catch something I couldn't."

"Yeah, sure." Dad agreed.

"Come on, Dean. I got some more books in the truck. Help me lug 'em in. Keep your dad company Alyssa."

"Yeah." Dean answered him as I nodded.

Both Bobby and Dean left and I looked at the map with dad.

"I'm confused." I told him honestly.

He sighed running a hand through his hair.

"I know. I really didn't want to teach you how to track demons or anything for that matter. Yet, I guess I at least have to show you a bit of basics if we are to do this now."

Dad gave me a crash course on demonic activity and Bobby was right. It was lit up like a Christmas tree all except Southern Wyoming. Both of us tried to figure it out when the door opened. We looked up seeing Bobby, Dean, and Ellen.

"Ellen." I smiled glad she was ok.

"You still alright?" She asked me.

"I could be better without knowing there are things out there." I thought but I knew that would break dad's heart. "I'm ok. I could do better but ok."

I knew it still hurt dad as he put his arm around my shoulder again as Ellen and Bobby sat at the table. He poured her a shot of liquid from a flask and pushed it towards her.

"What is that?" I whispered pointing.

Dad put a hand on the side of my head and kissed me on top of my head saying he really didn't want to go further into demons than he had to.

"Bobby, is this really necessary?" Ellen asked.

"Just a belt of Holy Water. Shouldn't hurt."

She lifted the shot glass to her mouth and swallowed the water.

"Whiskey now, if you don't mind."

"Ellen, what happened? How'd you get out?" Dean questioned.

"Alyssa, go to your room please." Dad told me first.

I looked at him then nodded leaving crossing my arms across my chest. I went up the stairs but no one bothered to see if I left. I sat on the top of the stairs listening because I was a curious sixteen year old girl that learned demons were real. I was hard not to spy.

"I wasn't supposed to. I was supposed to be in there with everybody else. But we ran out of pretzels, of all things. It was just dumb luck. Anyway, that's when Ash called. Panic in his voice. He told me to look in the safe. Then the call cut out. By the time I got back, the flames were sky-high. And everybody was dead. I couldn't have been gone more than fifteen minutes."

I buried my face in my hands saying sorry to Ash in my thoughts.

"Sorry, Ellen." Dad told her.

"A lot of good people died in there. And I got to live. Lucky me."

"Ellen, you mentioned a safe."

"A hidden safe we keep in the basement."

"Demons get what was in it?"

"No."

There was a pause as there was the ruffle of paper.

"Wyoming. What does that mean?"

I heard a few more papers move.

"Ellen, what's this?" Dad questioned.

"I don't know."

"What is it?" Dean asked.

"'After giving birth to her child the woman shouted demons would be coming for her and she needed the protection of her father.'"

There was the obvious noise of Dean stealing the paper from him as I perked up.

"This came out a week…"

"Before we found her."

"You think…"

"I don't know what to think."

I took a quiet breath. Wonderful. That sounded just wonderful. So as all of them did research on something I snuck downstairs then ran to the Impala. I decided it was about time I looked in the trunk as I got fresh air. They always told me to stay out, it had to do with work. Leave it up to a sixteen year old mind to decide let's search the trunk after you learn about demons.
I looked behind me at the house to make sure I wasn't followed then opened the trunk. There was nothing.

All the warning never to go in here for nothing. No way. I felt along the edge of the trunk feeling cracks. Spare tire compartment. I smiled lifting the panel and my eyes went wide seeing a bunch of weapons. I knew they could deal with fire arms and such but this? Wow.

I looked back at the house then picked up one of the guns. They made me nervous, a lot. My hands were shaking just holding it. I took a deep breath closing my eyes. I opened them feeling a bit more relaxed. I put it down closing the trunk now.

I walked back to the house hands in my pockets. I quietly went in before I was attacked by a set of arms. I yelped as dad held me tightly. Now he held me at arms length.

"Don't do that again!" He scowled me.

"I just went outside to clear my head." I stuttered.

"Then you got to tell me! Don't go any where without telling me! I went to your room and-"

He stopped short and just hugged me instead. I hugged him too knowing I scared him greatly without meaning too.

"I'm sorry dad." I mumbled.

"I'm sorry. I got mad at you for no reason. I was just worried after everything."

"I understand."

He took a deep breath before holding me out arm's length.

"I'm going to regret asking this but we might need some help researching and with you sort of with it now…"

"It's just books right?" I gave a small smile.

He nodded.

"Come on."

He explained to me what we were looking for and I immediately surrounded myself with books. I flipped through the different pages trying to figure out what the five Xs were on the map Ash had made. Now I stopped rereading what I found.

"I don't believe it." I mumbled picking up the book and setting it down on the table where the map was.

"What? You got something?" Dad asked.

"A lot more than that." I answered smiling pointing to the marks. "Each of these X's is an abandoned frontier church— all mid-19th century. And all of them built by a Samuel Colt."

"Samuel Colt— the demon-killing, gunmaking Samuel Colt?"

I was confused by that .

"I guess but there's more. He built private railway lines," I pointed to the black lines on the map, "connecting church to church. It just happens to lay out like this."

I connected the points on the map until the shape of a star was made. One of the many things my dad taught me, that's not devil worship, it's protection.

"Tell me that's not what I think it is." Dean said obviously getting more from this than I was.

"It's a Devil's Trap. A 100-square mile Devil's Trap." Dad agreed with him.

"That's brilliant. Iron lines demons can't cross."

"That's awesome." I mumbled.

Dad ruffled my hair smiling.

"Good job."

"I'm your daughter aren't I?" I asked flatting my hair as I made a face making him chuckle.

"I've never heard of anything that massive." Ellen said.

"No one has." Bobby told her.

"And after all these years none of the lines are broken? I mean, it still works?" Dean questioned.

"Definitely." I said.

"How do you know?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"All those omens Bobby found. I mean the demons, they must be circling and they can't get in." I suggested.

"Yeah, well…they're trying." Bobby commented.

"Why? What's inside?" Ellen wondered.

"That's what I've been looking for. And, uh, there's nothing except an old cowboy cemetery right in the middle." Dean said.

"Well what's so important about a cemetery or…what's Colt trying to protect?" Dad questioned.

"Well, unless…" Dean mused.

"Unless what?"

"What if Colt wasn't trying to keep the demons out? What if he was trying to keep something in?"

"Now that's a comforting thought." I mumbled closing my book.

"Yeah, you think?"

"Could they do it, Bobby? Could they get inside?" Dad asked.

"This thing's so powerful, you'd practically need an A-bomb to destroy it. No way a full-blood demon gets across."

"No." Dad started and I finished.

"But we know who could."

~W~

They were all about to head out ready with a plan already. I sat on the desk in the study watching. Dad looked over at me before coming over.

"You ok?"

"I'm dealing better than I did before."

"I'm sorry."

I furrowed my eyebrows.

"For what?"

"Bringing you into this."

I looked at the ground.

"It was only a matter of time right?" I asked looking up. "You tried your hardest for sixteen years. I lived those normal-ish. That's all I could ask for."

He gave me a sorry smile still.

"Now go kill me a demon." I smirked. "And don't come back until you do."

He laughed quietly to that.

"And I will come back. Trust me."

"You've done it enough to prove me wrong."

He put a hand on top of my head before turning towards the kitchen where the others were. I thought for a moment before I spoke out.

"Dad?"

He looked back.

"Are-Will you teach me?"

Dean heard that and decided to butt in as he came over.

"Don't ask him that right now kid." Dean told me. "Give us both time to think about. We wanted you to have a normal life now…just let us think."

"Dean's right." Dad nodded. "Once I get back we'll talk about it and come down with a verdict."

"Ok." I muttered.

He kissed me on the forehead.

"Now rest my little angel moose. I'll be back soon."

"And I'll bring him back kicking and screaming if I have to." Dean smiled.

I let out a little laugh and dad smiled slightly too now.

"Get some sleep."

"See you kid."

Now all of them left to hunt. It was new world of dangerous and crazy. I didn't know how I was going to manage most of it. For now, I decided I would manage it with sleep. I went up to my room I was taken from seeing it was still in the same condition I left it in. Though one detail was new. When I walked in the floor board creaked. Something most of have came lose.

I plopped down on my bed looking around.

"A whole new adventure." I mumbled.

Now I glanced at the tuff of brown sitting next to me and the corners of my mouth went up. I picked up Hope putting her in my lap.

"Do I have stories to tell you now."

I laid down on my bed holding her to my chest as I closed my eyes.

"Thank you." I thought sending out a silent prayer to my angel.

The thought of how I survived that hit from Jake being super charged and older. I flew across the street where the fall should have injured me more than I was probably killing me but something slowed down the impact and all the sudden that pain was gone. So I blamed a certain angel I now greatly owed for saving me many times now.

I took in a deep breath before I fell into a slumber that was nothing but peaceful. Adventure...

~W~

Sam's POV
"You know, when Jake saw me…it was like he saw a ghost." I told Dean after it was over and he shut his door to hear me. "I mean, hell, you heard him, Dean. He said he killed me, Alyssa too."

"Glad he was wrong." Dean said.

"I don't think he was, Dean." I waited a second looking at Dean. "What happened? After I was stabbed and Alyssa was hit across the field?"

"I already told you."

"Not everything."

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

"Did we die?" I asked hating the thought of my daughter dying.

"Oh, come on." He protested.

"Did you sell your soul for us, like Dad did for you?"

"Oh, come on! No!" He exclaimed.

"Tell me the truth." I said fully facing him. "Dean, tell me the truth."

"Sam…"

When he didn't say anything I knew it was true.

"How long do you get?" I asked.

"One year."

I nodded honestly trying not to tear up.

"I got one year."

"You shouldn't've done that. How could you do that?"

"Don't get mad at me. 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?"

"What?"

"You've saved my life over and over. I mean, you sacrifice everything for me. Don't you think I'd do the same 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."

I looked over at Bobby and Ellen when he spoke again.

"I didn't sell my soul for Alyssa though."

I looked at him confused.

"Kid should have been dead. I knew that. She flew…she went in the air and would have had a hell of a landing on a porch but she didn't. If I hadn't seen it I wouldn't have thought it true. She slowed down and landed on the ground instead. Any injuries she had…just gone."

"Dean, that's not possible."

"That's what I saw. You can ask Bobby and Alyssa herself. That's what happened."

I looked away not believing it. There's no way. I was thrilled my daughter lived and no one had to bring her back but…what could have possibly saved her life like that?

"Well…Yellow-Eyed Demon might be dead." Ellen said coming over. "But a lot more got through that gate."

"How many you think?" Dean asked.

"Hundred. Maybe two hundred. It's an army. He's unleashed an army." I said.

"Hope to hell you boys are ready. 'Cause the war has just begun." Bobby told us.

"Well, then…" Dean grinned putting the colt in the trunk. "…we got work to do."

~W~

? POV
I risked a lot saving her like that but I had to. It was my job to protect her. She was a special case and Alyssa Mary Winchester was needed alive. I did what I had to so she may make it until it was time like I did every other time when she was younger and every time now.