A/N: Okay, so this chapter took me forever because of school and also I rewrote it three times. It wouldn't come out like I wanted it to, but I think this is near perfect. So thanks for putting up with me =) I hope you like the end of season 2!

I do not own supernatural, but I do own Lexie, Logan, and Dylan. Thanks.

Chapter Fifty Four

Sam was dead.

That was all I could process in my mind. It was like there was some sick and twisted chant playing those three words in my head over and over until I couldn't take it anymore. Dean was still rocking and holding Sam on the ground, blood all over him. I had blood on me as well. Everything was just…bloody.

I stood up and ran over to the brush and puked. I heaved a couple times, trying to give my body what it wanted. Dean didn't even look over. He just sat there, Sammy in his lap. I joined him again, staring wide-eyed at Sam. He was so…young looking. His eyes were partially closed, and his mouth was open. Dean scared the heck out of me by grabbing onto my shirt and holding on tight. He had a death grip on it, like he was scared to leave me be or I might die too. Tears poured down both of our faces at first, and then slowly went to nothing but choked sobs that wouldn't come.

My heart was aching in the most painful way. I found that after awhile I could barely look at Sam. It hurt too much and every time I did my heart would skip. I couldn't believe that Sammy, my older brother, who taught me how to read and to write my name, who always helped me with my homework and annoyed the crap out of me half the time, who played "who can annoy Dean the fastest" with me, was gone.

He was gone.

I gripped onto Dean's wrist, needing some sort of contact. I just needed anything to help me out, to fill the void. Bobby walked up, narrowing his eyes like he was about to cry himself. "He got away," he stated, pointing behind him at the kid who had done this.

I said nothing and to be honest I wasn't sure if Dean registered it. He just picked up Sam, carrying him like a baby. He took him into one of the houses that was here, busting in the door easily. He laid Sam down gently on the table in the one room, and then stared at him.

I stood silently next to him. After a long moment, I left and went all the way back to the car. I grabbed the colt, wanting to have it on me just in case. I picked up the bottle of whiskey as well, and sighed. I walked back into the house. Dean was still in the same position. "Here," I said, handing him the bottle.

He barely registered what I said, but took the bottle. He took a long gulp, not peeling his eyes from Sam's body. I watched him for a moment. "What are we going to do?" I asked after a minute.

He twitched. "I don't have all the answers Alexis, back off," he stated coldly. He took another sip of whiskey.

I was a little taken aback by this, not knowing how to fix it. I couldn't bring back the dead after all. I backed away until I hit the wall. I slumped down and put my head between my knees. I felt more tears coming for about the millionth time. It was like every time I finally got a moment to breathe all I wanted to do was cry my eyes out. It hurt. Everything just hurt.

The door opened, sending a wave of light into the house for a moment. Bobby walked in, Logan with him. He stepped in shutting the door behind him. "Darlin?" he asked, giving me a small and weak smile. I didn't smile back at all. I went back to staring at my feet. Bobby came over and pulled me into this monster hug. I barely breathed. "You okay?" I said nothing. One, because I couldn't breathe, and two, I had nothing to say.

"Hey," Logan said, once Bobby let me go.

I stared at him, wondering why the hell he was here. I hadn't talked to him in weeks. "Hi," I said, glaring at him. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see if you were okay," he said, stepping towards me. I stepped back.

"I'm fine," I said. "I really don't want to talk about it."

"I just—"

"Logan, we're not going out anymore, I don't want to see you anymore, get out," I snapped, leaning back on the wall. I regretted saying all that, because he really didn't deserve it. But I needed to be left alone right now. I couldn't deal with him. Logan looked at Bobby, and then went out the door without a word.

"Where is he?" Bobby asked after a long moment.

I pointed to the other room where Dean was standing and staring at the body of Sam. Bobby went over, and I went back to putting my head between my knees. "Dean?" Bobby asked. He held up a bucket of chicken he brought with him. "Brought you this back."

"No, thanks. I'm fine," Dean stated coldly.

"You should eat something," Bobby insisted.

"I said I'm fine," Dean growled.

"Dean...I hate to bring this up, I really do," Bobby said uneasily. "But don't you think maybe it's time...we bury Sam."

"No," Dean said without a second of thought. I was kind of glad for that. I wasn't ready to bury Sam either. I didn't even want to think about Sam with piles of dirt on top of him. It just didn't compute in my head.

"We could…maybe..."

Dean cut Bobby off. "What? Torch his corpse?" he demanded. He paused, gaining control of his emotions. "Not yet."

"I want you to come with me," Bobby said.

"I'm not going anywhere," Dean said.

"Dean, please," Bobby pleaded.

"Would you cut me some slack?" Dean asked, irritated.

"I just don't think you should be alone, that's all," Bobby shrugged. "I gotta admit- I could use your help." Dean just scoffed. "Somethin' big is going down- end-of-the world big."

"Well, then let it end!" Dean screamed, not even looking at Bobby. I flinched and whimpered a little bit without even realizing it.

Bobby stared at the back of Dean's head for a moment. "You don't mean that."

"You don't think so? Huh?" Dean asked. "You don't think I've given enough? You don't think I've paid enough? I'm done with it. All of it. And if you know what's good for you, turn around, and get the hell out of here." Bobby barely moved, so Dean turned around finally confronting him. He pushed Bobby's shoulder. "Go!" Dean then looked at his hand like it was a foreign part of him. He apparently hadn't meant to do that. Bobby just stared at Dean with tears forming in his eyes.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Dean pleaded, "Please, just go."

Bobby sighed. "You know where I'll be." Bobby turned around and walked out, giving me a small glance on his way.

I waited awhile, until Dean had finished the bottle of whiskey and tossed it aside. He stared at Sam for a long, long time, while I sat huddled in the corner trying not to cry any more. I listened to my heart pound in my chest, knowing that Sam's wasn't anymore. His heart had stopped.

I walked into the same room as Dean, staring at the back of his head. "We'll get him back, Lexie," he said, not taking his eyes off of Sam. "Mark my words."

"Don't you dare do anything stupid, okay?" I said, choking on the words. "I need you too."

Dean said nothing, which scared me a little. I didn't know what was going through his head at the moment, or even if he had heard what I just said. He slammed his fist down on the table and stood up. "I need air," he stated, and walked out for the first time all day.

I stared at Sam for a moment. "Sammy," I sighed, going over to him. Even though he was dead, I grabbed his hand like he was just sleeping or something. I always thought touching a dead person was creepy, but it wasn't really bad. He was cold and clammy though, like a rock instead of my brother.

"You were always a great big brother," I stated, squirming a little. "You taught me everything you could. You taught me that there's more to life than hunting, even if I didn't want to listen. I can have anything I want, even if maybe yours didn't work out. I'm sorry Sam, I'm so sorry." I struggled to keep my tears in, not wanting to cry again. "I wish I could fix this. I wish there was a way."

Dean came back in, and gave me a small glance. I immediately backed away. He flinched at this, like he was sorry, but he couldn't fix it right now. He looked at Sam and finally took a seat next to him, with a sigh. "You know, when we were little- you couldn't been more than 5- you just started asking questions," Dean stated, and I knew he wasn't talking to me. He was talking to Sammy. "How come we didn't have a mom? Why do we always have to move around? Where'd Dad go when he'd take off for days at a time? I remember I begged you- "Quit asking, Sammy. Man, you don't want to know." He chuckled softly. "I just wanted you to be a kid...Just for a little while longer. I always tried to protect you...Keep you safe...Dad didn't even have to tell me. It was just always my responsibility, you know? It's like I had one job... I had one job..." His voice started to break. "And I screwed it up. I blew it. And for that, I'm sorry."

His breathing was ragged. He wiped a tear. "I guess that's what I do. I let down the people I love. I let Dad down. And now I guess I'm just supposed to let you down, too. How can I? How am I supposed to live with that? What am I supposed to do? Sammy. God. What am I supposed to do?" He inhaled sharply, trying to hold it in but unable to any longer. "What am I supposed to do?" he screamed. He spun around and nearly ran towards the door, car keys in hand.

"Where are you goin?" I demanded, stopping him.

"To fix this," he said, refusing to meet my eyes.

"How?" I asked. He ignored me. I tried to slow him down, but he was dead set on leaving. "Dean, how do you fix this?" I called as he ran out. I ran after him desperately. "Take me with you."

"No, stay here," he instructed, pointing back to the house. I looked back towards the house for a moment, knowing Sam was in there. "I'll be right back."

I tried to get in the car anyway, but he had locked the doors. He narrowed his eyes at me, but I just glared back. "You're going to do something stupid," I accused.

"Get out of the way," he said, starting the car. He hadn't told me I was wrong. Even though I really didn't want to, I backed away so he could leave. He revved the engine and took off, tires squealing. I went back inside angrily, new frustrated tears running down my cheeks. I punched into the wall, needing to feel something, anything that would make it better.

All it did was make my hand hurt.

I yelled in annoyance, and held my hand as I fell against the wall. I leaned my head on it, just so mad and annoyed I didn't want to move. I didn't move for a long time, until I felt eyes on me. I turned around to see familiar eyes looking at me. "Dylan," I stated. "What are you doing here?"

"I heard from Bobby," he shrugged, nonchalantly. "I wanted to see for myself, make sure you were okay."

"If I didn't want to hear from my ex, why would I want to see you?" I demanded, angrily.

He didn't seem offended at all. "Because I've been through this before," he said lightly. "I thought maybe I could help."

"I don't want your help," I said, turning away. "Please leave me alone."

"Alright, whatever," he said, coolly. "Call me if you need anything then." He gave me a supportive smile, and then went to the door without another word. I didn't even have to fight him on it. I was slightly amazed that he left like that so easily. It took me yelling at Logan to get him to even consider leaving.

I went back to waiting for Dean, staring at Sam. I was getting really uncomfortable as the sun started to go down. So, I started to talk again. "I was five," I started, watching Sam. "Dad wouldn't let me start school yet, so you started to teach me things yourself. You taught me to read that stupid Dr. Seuss book from the library that I'm pretty sure I more memorized than read." I stopped, laughing a little, which felt sort of weird. "I was so excited to show Dean and dad, I don't think I stopped to thank you." I paused, smiling a little. "So thanks, Sammy." I stood up and went to walk out of the room, wanting some air or something.

Sam shot upward, nearly giving me a heart attack. He took in a huge breath, inhaling since he had no air in his lungs. He looked around wildly, eyes darting from left to right. I backed into the wall in surprise, looking at him like he was a ghost. "What happened?" he asked, looking at me. I sputtered, not able to answer his question. "What?" he asked, he grabbed as his back as he moved.

"Christo?" I asked, quietly. Sam acted like he didn't hear me at all so I took that as a good sign. "You feel okay?" I asked, louder.

"My back hurts I guess, but I don't feel sick," he said. "What the heck happened?" he demanded. He swung his legs over the table, getting up. "And why are you looking at me like that?"

"Hey, uh," I said, ignoring his question. "You thirsty?"

He gave me a funny look. "Sure," he shrugged. He got up and went towards the mirror. I grabbed a water bottle that I knew had holy water in it, put it in a glass, and handed it to Sam in the hall. He took a long gulp, not even flinching. I relaxed a little, realizing that he was really back.

"You're…back," I whispered. I pulled him into a tight hug.

"Ow," he remarked. "What are you doing?" he laughed.

"Nothing," I said, as he pulled me off. "I just was worried about you is all." He gave me a funny look. "You were out for awhile."

"Right," he said, going back to the mirror. He lifted up his shirt in the back, examining the stab wound. It was fairly large, crossing over his spine. There was a light pink scar in the place of where the wound used to be.

I heard the Impala come up and ran to the door. I opened it as Dean came up the steps. "He's awake," I stated, glaring at him.

He said nothing to me, just going in excitedly to see Sam for himself. Sam was still looking at his back in the mirror. "Sammy," Dean breathed, his face lighting up. Apparently he hadn't believed me.

"Hey," Sam said, not even realizing how huge this was. Dean pulled Sam into a hug much like I had, refusing to let him go. "Ow. Uh, Dean..."

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

We walked over to the table and sat around it. I didn't take my eyes off of Dean, demanding an answer as to why he ran out of here, and what the hell he had been up to and why Sam was talking to me right now. "Okay. Dean...what happened to me?" Sam asked.

I looked at Sam, and then glared back at Dean. "Well, what do you remember?" Dean asked, avoiding my gaze.

"I-I saw you and Bobby, and...I felt this pain," Sam said, flinching as he recalled the memory. "This sharp pain, like...like, white-hot, you know, and then you started running at me, and...that's about it."

"Yeah, that- that kid, stabbed you in the back," Dean started. "You lost a lot of blood. It was pretty touch and go for awhile."

"Very touch and go," I stated, wondering why Dean wasn't telling the truth.

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

"No, Bobby could," Dean said quickly, trying to sound natural. I could see the lie right on his face, but it didn't seem Sam could. Either that, or Sam wasn't showing it. "Who was that kid, anyway?" Dean asked.

"His name's Jake," Sam said, shaking his head. "Did you get him?"

"No, he disappeared into the woods," I replied, a little irritated. He wouldn't have gotten away if I was allowed to go after him.

"We got to find him, Dean," Sam said, determinedly. "And I swear I'm gonna tear that son of a bitch apart." He stood up, going to exit.

Dean stood up and stopped him. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy there, Van Damme," Dean said. "You just woke up, all right? Let's get you something to eat. Huh? You want something to eat?" Sam slowly nodded, giving in. "I'm starving. Come on."

We got into the car, and Dean drove to the next town over, grabbing a quick pizza. We went right back to the house, Dean and Sam munching on the pizza like there was no tomorrow. At first, I was a little too upset to eat, but then I realized how hungry I was. I hadn't eaten in a long time.

"So what happened?" I asked, as we ate. "From the diner onwards I mean?"

Sam sighed, taking a bite. "Well, I woke up in some house, like this one," he started. "There were other people here, like Ava and Andy, and Jake."

"All the other psychic children?" I asked.

"I guess," Sam shrugged. "He brought us all there." He took another bite of the pizza. "And apparently Ava had been here for months, she had been killing everyone off, and then my group came. She killed Andy, and this other girl Lily, and then Jake killed her…"

"Sounds like a blood fest," Dean said.

"And that's when you guys showed up," Sam finished.

"That's awful," I stated. "Poor Andy." Dean gave me a funny look. "What?" I asked. "I liked him."

"The demon said he only wanted one of us to walk out alive," Sam added.

"He told you that?" Dean asked.

"Yep," Sam scoffed. "He appeared in a dream. Lex was there."

"He tell you anything else?" Dean asked, looking at either of us.

I looked to Sam. Sam slowly shook his head. "No. No. That was it. Nothing else," Sam said. I looked away, just nodded a little in agreement. If he didn't want to tell Dean, I wasn't to judge. "You know, what I don't get, Dean, is if the demon only wanted one of us, then how did Jake and I both get away?" Sam asked, changing the subject.

"Well, I mean, they left you for dead," Dean said. "I'm sure they thought it was over." He took a large bite of pizza. "So now that Yellow Eyes has Jake, what's he gonna do with him?

"I don't know. But whatever it is, we gotta stop him," Sam said.

"Well, hold on," Dean said, putting a hand up to slow him down. "You need to get your rest. We got time."

"No, we don't," Sam stated.

Dean sighed. "Sam, oceans aren't boiling, okay? Frogs aren't raining from the sky. Let's get you your strength back first."

"Well did you call the roadhouse?" Sam asked desperately. "Do they know anything?"

"Yeah," Dean said slowly, and I bit my lip.

"...what is it?" Sam asked, looking from one of us to the other.

Dean looked at his feet for a moment. "The roadhouse burned to the ground. Ash is dead. Probably Ellen- a lot of other hunters, too."

Sam's face hardened as he took it in. "Demons?"

"Yeah, we think so," Dean nodded. "We think because Ash found something."

"What did he find?" Sam asked.

"Bobby's working on that right now," I replied.

"Well, come on then. Bobby's only a few hours away," Sam said, standing up. Dean stopped him by grabbing his shoulders again.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop, Sam, stop. Damn it," He glared at him. "You almost died there. I mean, what would I have- you just take care of yourself for a little bit, huh? Just for a little bit?"

Sam stared back at him, and then sighed. "I'm sorry. No."

"Right," Dean said, shaking his head. "Of course not." He picked up the now empty pizza box. "I'm going to go pack up then."

"I'll help you," I said, following him. I was going to get him alone, I needed to know what he had done. Dean gave me a knowing look as I walked right behind him outside. He opened the trunk, and I let him have it.

"Dean, what the hell?" I demanded, pointing back to the house. "What the hell did you do?"

"I saved Sam, okay?" he said, with a shrug that told me he clearly was not telling me the truth.

"You brought him back from the dead, Dean. You don't just do a rain dance and have someone magically come back," I accused.

"Let it go," he said, as Sam walked out.

I scoffed and got into the car. Sam got in after me, shooting me a weird look. I waved a dismissive hand at him. Dean glared at me. "Don't take it out on Sam," he accused. I went to flick him off, but he grabbed my arm. "Show me the finger, I cut it off," he smirked.

I wrenched my wrist out of his grip, and lay down so that I couldn't see him. I went over in my mind all the ways he could have possibly brought Sam back to life. I honestly wasn't coming up with any answers except…

I sat bolt upright in the backseat, suddenly knowing what Dean had done. "No way," I said, "Dean…"

"You're right," Dean said, glaring at me to shut up. "Why don't you call Bobby to tell him we're coming."

"Sure," I said, after a moment. "I'll call him right now." I picked up my phone, and dialed Bobby. "Hey," I said, as he answered. "So we're on our way to your house."

"You got Dean to leave?" Bobby asked, in shock.

"Wasn't hard," I said. "Sam's with us. He's up and around now."

Bobby said nothing for a long time, and then started cussing. "Sam's alive?"

"And kicking," I stated. "So uh, we'll be there in," Dean held up a finger. "An hour," I finished.

"Got it," he said. "I'll be waiting."

I flipped the phone shut. "Bobby's happy to hear you're feeling a lot better, Sam," I said, not even looking at Sam, but at Dean. "He says he's waiting for us."

Dean nodded once. I nodded back. I was going to get this out of him one way or another so help me God.

SPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPN

I knocked on Bobby's door since it was locked. Bobby opened the door and his eyes fell on Sam with astonishment. Apparently he hadn't believed me on the phone. "Hey, Bobby," Dean said, to get him to stop staring.

"Hey, Bobby," Sam said.

"Sam," Bobby said, a little breathlessly. "It's good to see... you up and around."

"Yeah, well... thanks for patching me up," Sam said, with a small smile.

"Don't mention it," Bobby said, blinking in confusion.

"Well Sam's better. And we're back in it now, so..." Dean said, trying his best to make it less awkward. "What do you know?"

"Well, I found something," Bobby said, shaking his head. He turned to walk into the living room. "But I'm not sure what the hell it means," he added.

"What is it?" I asked, following him in.

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

"Wyoming?" Sam asked.

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

"What?" Sam asked, interested.

"The demons are surrounding it," I said, looking at the map. Bobby nodded at me in agreement.

"But you don't know why?" Dean asked.

"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," Bobby suggested.

"Yeah, sure," Sam said, sitting at the desk.

"Come on, Dean," Bobby said. "I got some more books in the truck. Help me lug 'em in." He gave Dean a look.

Dean sighed. "Yeah," he said, and followed him out.

"What's going on?" Sam asked, looking confused. "What am I missing?"

"Not sure," I lied, with a shrug. "I'm going to go spy and find out." I smirked at Sam, trying to make my point.

He smirked back. "I expect details when you get back!"

I walked out to see Bobby yelling at Dean. "You stupid ass! What did you do? What did you do?" Bobby asked. He pushed Dean slightly to make his anger known, as though it wasn't before.

"Dean…" I said, walking up. "You made a deal...For Sam, didn't you?"

Dean said nothing, looking at the ground. That was how I knew I guessed right, no matter how much I wanted to be wrong. "How long did they give you?" Bobby asked.

"Bobby," Dean said.

"How long?" Bobby yelled.

Dean wavered a little. "One year."

"What?" I demanded, backing away. "That's it?" Dean looked at me like he wanted to say something, but I ran away before he could even react. I took off at a high speed run back to the house. First I lose Sam, and to get him back I have to lose Dean? How in the hell was that fair?

Sam looked at me when I entered in the house. "Well?" he asked, and frowned at my expression.

"I got nothing," I stated, shrugging again. I hid the anger and tears that were threatening to spill over. "They saw me. Told me to leave." I felt a tear near the brink and wiped it.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Nothing," I laughed slightly. "It just hit me that you almost were gone forever." I took a straggling breath. "I'm glad you're okay."

"Uh, thanks, I'm glad too," he laughed uneasily. "You wanna help me?"

"Sure," I said, walking over. I looked down at the map, and the books barely even reading it. I was too busy trying not to think about Dean's deal to think about much else.

A couple minutes later, Bobby, Dean and Ellen walked in. "Ellen," I said happily. "I thought you died!"

"I almost did," she stated, with a small smirk.

"Sit," Bobby said, pulling a chair out from the table. She sighed and sat down. Bobby sat opposite her, and handed her a shot from a flask. I knew it was Holy Water. He pushed it to her.

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

"Just a belt of Holy Water, shouldn't hurt," Bobby said.

Ellen lifted the glass, taking the shot without a flinch. "Whiskey now, if you don't mind," she said, tossing the shot glass back.

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

"I wasn't supposed to. I was supposed to be in there with everybody else," She said. She then scoffed. "But we ran out of pretzels, of all things. It was just dumb luck." She took the whiskey Bobby poured her and sighed. "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."

"Sorry, Ellen," I choked out.

Ellen was tearing up. "A lot of good people died in there. And I got to live," she stated. She scoffed again. "Lucky me."

"Ellen, you mentioned a safe," Bobby said.

Ellen nodded. "A hidden safe we keep in the basement."

"Demons get what was in it?" Dean asked.

Ellen shook her head this time. "No," she said. She pulled out a map, spreading it out on the table. She backed off, letting us make sense of it.

"Wyoming," I stated, looking at Bobby.

"What does that mean?" Dean asked. He pointed at the lines that had been drawn on the map. I touched them, tracing from one to the other absentmindedly.

Bobby looked at them and then picked up a book. He flipped through it for only a minute, and then looked up in disbelief. "I don't believe it," he remarked.

"What? You got something?" Sam asked.

"A lot more than that," Bobby said excitedly. He pointed to the X's. "Each of these X' is an abandoned frontier church- all mid 19th century. And all of them built by Samuel Colt"

"Samuel Colt?" I asked.

"The demon-killing, gun making Samuel Colt?" Dean asked.

"Yep," Bobby nodded. "And there's more." He looked back down at the map. "He built private railway lines connecting church to church. It just happens to lay out like this." He grabbed a marker and drew in the rail lines on the map. They made a star shape.

"Tell me that's not what I think it is," Dean said, in surprise.

"It's a Devil's Trap," Sam and I said together. "A 100-square mile Devil's Trap," Sam added.

"That's brilliant. Iron lines demons can't cross," Dean said with a huge grin.

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

Bobby shook his head. "No one has."

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

"Definitely," Sam said. I looked at him to explain. "All those omens Bobby found. I mean the demons, they must be circling and they can't get in."

"Yeah, well...they're trying," Bobby said.

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

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

"Well what's so important about a cemetery or...what's Colt trying to protect?" Sam asked.

"Well, unless..." I trailed off. I was thinking about…but…

"Unless what?" Bobby asked.

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

"Well that's a comforting thought," Ellen remarked.

"Yeah, you think?" I asked, with a small smirk.

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

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

"No," Sam said, looking at me. I knew what he was thinking. "But I know who could."

The door to Bobby's opened and shut, making everyone jump. "Singer?" a familiar voice said. Joshua, Logan's dad, walked in. He stopped in front off all of us. "Need some help?"

"Hey Josh," Bobby said, with a nod. "We'd sure appreciate it, thanks." Logan walked in behind his father, avoiding my gaze. His eyes widened when he saw Sam. "Yeah," Bobby said, to shut him up quick. "Sam's healed. Shocker, I thought he was a goner too."

Logan frowned and then finally looked at me, like I really had something to do with that. I looked at Dean, with a sigh. "Well," Sam said, completely oblivious to the situation. "We should probably head out."

"Lex," Dean said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Will you call Dylan? Tell him we some more reinforcements to come?"

"Sure," I said, a little confused. I wasn't sure why we needed so many freaking people, but whatever. I went into the other room and dialed Dylan's number. "Hey," I said, as he picked up. "How far away are you from Bobby's?"

"Like ten minutes," he replied.

I scoffed. "What, are you stalking me now?"

"I was…" He trailed off. "I knew you were around and I wanted to make sure that you weren't going to need me before I took off."

"Well guess what?" I said, rolling my eyes. "Turns out I do."

"What's going on?" he asked.

"Well…" I looked over to where Sam was sitting next to Dean at the table. Dean was looking at the floor sadly and defeated. "You might want to come here."

"I'm on my way," he stated, without another question.

I hung up the phone and turned around to see Logan staring at me. "What?" I asked.

"Who is Dylan?" he asked curiously.

"A friend," I replied, pushing past him. I went back into the kitchen. "He's coming," I said. "He's close too. Should be here in a few."

"Awesome, we'll head out when he gets here," Sam said, grabbing the map and packing it up into his duffel.

"Well don't you know, take a minute to think about it," Dean said, rolling his eyes. Sam ignored him and went to the car without a word. "We don't even have a plan!" Dean shouted after him.

"So what's going on?" Dylan asked, walking in. Sam walked past him, and stopped. Sam left out the door without a word. Dylan looked at me, wide-eyed. "Wasn't he dead about eight hours ago?"

"We've got bigger fish to fry," Dean said, cutting off my response. He sent me a warning glance to keep my mouth shut. "We'll fill you in, but we've got to go."

"Where are we going?" Dylan asked.

"Wyoming," We all said together.

"Oh," Dylan said, following me out. Logan shot him an angry glance as he shoved out the door in front of him. He looked from him to me and smirked. "He's your ex, ain't he?"

"How'd you know that?" I asked. Dylan grinned, and patted me on the shoulder. He walked off without another word.

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We got to the cemetery as the sun went down. We waited it out, just watching for Jake to come. I stayed with Ellen, since I was avoiding almost everyone else. "What's going on between all of you?" she asked, kneeling in the shadows. "You Winchesters have more issues than anyone, I swear."

"It's a long story," I said, looking to Dean and Sam, who were whispering violently back and forth. "You don't want to know, trust me."

Jake, the kid who stabbed Sam, walked into the cemetery. He made his way to the crypt in the center. Sam hopped out, gun in hand. "Howdy, Jake," he stated coldly.

We all followed him out, all eight of us. Jake's eyes widened. "Wait...you were dead," he stated. "I killed you."

"Yeah?" Sam asked. "Well next time, finish the job."

"I did! I cut clean through your spinal cord, man," Jake said. Sam looked uneasy. "You can't be alive. You can't be."

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

Jake's expression hardened. "And if I don't?"

"Wait and see," Sam stated.

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

Sam shrugged. "It's a thought."

"You had your chance," Jake said. "You couldn't."

Sam narrowed his eyes seriously. "I won't make that mistake twice."

Jake laughed a little bit. "What are you smiling at, you little bitch?" Dean demanded.

"Hey Lady, do me a favor. Put that gun to your head," Jake said, looking at Ellen. Ellen slowly raised her gun to her head. Jake smiled. "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," I said, looking desperately at Ellen.

"Shoot him," Ellen said, trembling a little.

"You'll be mopping up skull before you get a shot off," Jake stated. He looked at all of us. "Everybody, put your guns down. Except you, sweetheart." Everyone except for me and Sam were forced to put their guns down.

"No," I said, with a small smile.

"Oh, you're special too, huh?" Jake smirked. You want me to shoot your friend?" Jake asked. I looked to Sam for advice, because he was still holding his gun too. Sam put his gun down, and I slowly followed reluctantly. "Okay. Thank you."

Jake turned around and took out the colt. He went to the crypt and inserted it into the middle. Dean and Bobby pulled the gun away from Ellen before she could shoot herself. Sam quickly shot Jake four times in the back. Sam stepped over him, glaring at him.

Jake whimpered. "Please...don't. Please."

Sam said nothing, shooting him three more times mercilessly. Jake's eyes closed. He was dead.

What Sam did probably would have bothered me if not for the magical turning crypt in front of me. Out of nowhere, they stopped, aligned in some spiral design. "Oh, no," Bobby said.

"Bobby, what is it?" Dylan asked.

"It's hell," Bobby said. Dean pulled the Colt out of the crypt. "Take cover-now!" Bobby screamed, running back.

We all ran behind tombstones, ducking for cover as the door exploded open. Dean held me by my shoulders, pinning me back so that the whirlwind wouldn't carry me off. It was that powerful. Demons erupted shooting up into the sky.

"What the hell just happened?" Dean screamed over the noise.

"That's a devil's gate. A damn door to hell," Ellen shouted back. She grunted and tried to get up. "Come on! We gotta shut that gate!"

Dean let me go, but looked down at the Colt. "If the demon gave this to Jake...then maybe..."

I felt a force pull me back, throwing me sideways. Yellow eyes walked past me. He took the Colt from Dean, and smirked. "A boy shouldn't play with Daddy's guns," he remarked. He threw Dean into the air, making him smack into a tombstone.

"Dean!" I screamed, coughing. Sam heard me, letting go of the door and running to help.

Yellow eyes immediately pinned him to a tree. "I'll get to you in a minute, champ. But I'm proud of you-knew you had it in you." He looked to Dean, paralyzing him with a glance. "Sit a spell," he stated. "Gimme a minute to take care of sissy, okay?"

He turned to me. "Oh, I've been waiting for this," he said, a huge grin on his face. "You've been a real pain in my ass girl."

"I got to ask," I said, as he pulled me up. "Why do you want to kill me so bad if at first you made me?"

He smirked. "Oh sweetie, you're not one of mine. I didn't give you any of my sweet blood. You're not even close."

"Then why?" I asked.

"Don't know what to tell you," he said. "Not even sure what to call it. A divine intervention?" He shrugged, tightening his grip on me. "Too bad it didn't work."

I could barely breathe. I thought about Dean and his stupid deal, about Sam and the look on his face when he fought Jake, and about Dylan and Logan. "Do it," I said, glaring at him. "Kill me."

Yellow eyes smirked. "No problem."

He flicked his wrist, sending me spiraling right to the doors to hell.

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A week later, I could still feel myself falling, or I thought I did anyway. It was a weird feeling to say the least. It was like there was no air rushing by, no sinking feeling in my gut, there was nothing that felt like I was falling except the impending fire at the end.

That was when I started to feel it again; the incessant pain; the ripping and tearing away at my flesh. Claws and knives and blades scraping away at my skin, blood pouring out. And then, just when I thought that there was nothing left, it started all over again. Bones crunching, screams that I wasn't sure were even my own filled my ears. I wished they would gouge my ears out just to make it stop. I didn't want to hear it anymore.

Then, it stopped.

"Alexis," a familiar voice breathed.

I opened my eyes. "Dad?"

I didn't see him. I felt his presence but I couldn't find him anywhere. "You can get out," he said. "You need to get out of here."

I tried to move, only to have the chains that were holding me down clamp down tighter. Snarls and growls filled my ears. "I can't" I cried.

"Move Peanut," he said. "Now."

I wrenched away, pulling the strength from somewhere else. I struggled to escape, pulling as hard as I could. I soon felt the chains pull loose, and I was free. My body naturally started to rise out of the endless pit. I could still see the place where I entered, but it looked miles away. I moved too slowly, clawing at thin air to go faster.

"No," voices growled. "No."

I reached the top after what felt like hours. When my hands touched the grass, the pure earth, my heart soared. Finally, finally I was free.

I could feel everything around me begging me to come back down. Bobby saw me, his eyes widening. He pulled me out, gripping my arms and yanking me over the edge. There were scratches all over me, my skin tinged with blood.

I saw Dean where I left him, attached to the tombstone. It had been days though, what the heck? Time was different in hell.

"Anyway...thanks a bunch," yellow eyes said to Dean. I pulled out of Bobby's grip, running over as the demon cocked the Colt. "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." Yellow eyes went to shoot, and even though I was screaming, there was nothing I could do.

Out of the shadows, my father appears, grabbing onto the demon. The body fell to the ground, the demon falling out of it. The gun fell to the ground. I ran over, Dean's eyes lighting up as he saw me. He hadn't thought I was coming back either. I looked at the demon and my father wrestling on the ground. I grabbed the Colt.

The demon re-entered the body, and I handed the colt to Dean without a word. This was his job, not mine. He took it without a question, and as yellow eyes stood up, he shot one single bullet right into him. The demon looked shocked, staring at us three in surprise. With one last little shock, he fell to the ground, dead.

Bobby, Ellen, Dylan, Logan, and Joshua finally got the gate to close. My father stood there, blinking in and out. He smiled at us, putting his hand on Dean's shoulder. I was crying again, but this time, I really wasn't sad. My father smiled at me, giving me a nod which I returned, and then stepped back.

He disappeared into nothing.

I looked back down at Yellow eyes, sniffling. "Well, check that off the to-do list," Dean stated.

"No," I said, staring at him. I kicked him as hard as I could in the side, wanting to do so much more. "Okay, now I'm good."

"You did it," Sam said to Dean in astonishment.

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

"Do you think Dad really...do you think he really climbed outta hell?" Sam said.

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

"He helped me to get out," I said, looking back at the door. "He saved me."

Sam and Dean shared a glance. "Where do you think he is now?" Sam asked after a moment.

"I don't know," Dean stated.

"I kind of can't believe it, Dean," Sam said. "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."

"Me either," I snorted.

"I do," Dean said, kneeling next to the body. "That was for our mom...you son of a bitch."

He stood up as Logan walked over. Sam and Dean shared a glance again and then headed to the car. I looked up at Logan. "I thought you were hellfire," he stated, uneasily.

"I was," I said.

"Yeah well…"

"I didn't mean it," I said, quickly. By the way he relaxed I knew that he knew what I was talking about without having to explain.

"really?" he asked.

"Really," I said. "I was just…pissed. But I still don't want to be with you anymore like…that."

"Right," he said, with a sad nod. "I figured that."

"I'm sorry," I said, with a small shrug.

He looked past me, over to Dylan who was smiling and talking to Bobby. "You really like him," he stated. It wasn't a question.

"What do you mean?" I asked, frowning.

"The way you look at him…" he trailed off. "Its how you used to look at me." I looked back at Dylan, narrowing my eyes. I wasn't sure how I felt. By the time I turned to tell Logan this, he was walking away with his father.

I sighed, and headed to the car.

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

"I'm glad he was wrong," Dean said, looking at the ground.

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

"I already told you," Dean stated.

"Not everything," Sam frowned.

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

Sam huffed. "Did I die?"

"Oh, come on," Dean scoffed.

"Lex?" Sam asked me. I said nothing, avoiding his gaze. "Lex, tell me."

"I'm not saying anything Sammy," I stated.

Sam sighed and turned back to Dean. "Did you sell your soul for me, like Dad did for you?"

"Oh, come on! No!" Dean shouted defensively.

"Tell me the truth," Sam said, narrowing his eyes. "Dean, tell me the truth." Dean still said nothing. "How long do you get?" he asked.

Dean's eyes were watering. "One year. I got one year."

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

"I asked him the same thing," I scoffed.

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

"And what do you think our job is?" Sam said, pointing to me and him.

"What?" Dean asked, confused.

"You've saved my life over and over. I mean, you sacrifice everything for me. For me and Lex. Don't you think I'd do the same for you?" Sam asked. "You're my big brother. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you."

"Yeah Dean," I agreed. "You do everything for us. You've taken care of me forever."

"Yeah," Sam said. "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 scoffed.

Ellen walked up. "Well...Yellow Eyed Demon might be dead. But a lot more got through that gate."

"How many, you think?" Dean asked.

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

"Hope to hell you boys are ready," Bobby said, looking at the sky. "'Cause the war has just begun."

"Well, then," Dean said, opening the trunk. He tossed the Colt inside and smirked. He closed the trunk with a thud. I looked from Sam, to Dean, to Bobby and Ellen, and finally to Dylan, who was smiling.

"We got work to do."

And thus ends season 2! Hit me up with some reviews and lemme know what you thought. Tell me what you liked, didn't like, ideas for season three…Whatever! Love you guys!

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