The end result was the both of them, surprisingly, leaving the Pit with all the souls they had collected and under strict guidelines to follow.

They didn't speak until they left the Pit and even then it was only to force a rip between the realms so that they could go back to Earth.

"So here's what we're going to do boys, you're going to be allowed to keep doing what you're doing. Keep collecting those souls, boost up the numbers. I'd recommend you start hitting bigger populations and grabbing a few people at a time."

The both of them breathed out a sigh of relief at the impala, leaning against her for support. The both of them wearily looked at one another, not sure what to even start with.

"But you'll be reporting back to us on every single soul you get, keep us updated on the numbers."

"That...could've gone a lot worse than it did." Sam said softly, finally breaking the silence. Together they carefully started to put the soul back into the trunk.

"You can just text Meg boys, I don't actually want to be bothered by the incessant calls and such. She'll keep me updated."

"A lot worse." Dean agreed, leaning his head against the top of the trunk door. "But I'm not feeling that much better about what happened instead."

"You take your time boys, you know we're patient enough to wait. And this? This is going to be worth the wait, no matter what happens."

Taking a deep breath Sam took out the old book that was buried under everything else, carefully opening it to the page where they had pressed a picture of the three of them between. He carefully picked it up, feeling his chest tighten at the sight of moms smile, and then looked down at the spell.

If you could call it that.

It was less of a spell and more like a...claiming, a conjuring of sorts. It was pure and dumb luck that they had come across it.

Demons don't tend to die or get killed but when they do, they're not sent back to Hell but to another realm, the Empty. It was a realm that no one had power over and therefore no one could go into it to take a soul back.

But maybe, just maybe, a soul could be called forward from it. Especially when it's done by the same blood.

The ingredients were simple enough, blood and souls. It was harder to collect the souls more than anything else but those were in abundance.

Souls were power, perfect, unadulterated, uncontrollable power. A conductor and a nuclear bomb all in one.

The perfect ingredient needed to break open into a realm just as powerful as the Empty.

"And when you boys are ready to do your little summoning and try to bring back mommy. You call us first, because we want to be there."

The souls were also an offering, there was an entity in the Empty that ruled it and the whole thing of an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

Soul for a soul.

They'd be getting more than one soul in exchange for the one that they wanted.

So in the meantime, they were going to keep collecting souls and they were going to keep building their reserves. There was no number written for the summoning so they had to guess at the number and keep collecting.

And hope that they got the right amount.

"Because we want to see if it works. The one place we have no power over is the Empty and therefore, if you two manage to do this, do the impossible. We want to see it."

"So now, guess we go back to doing what we've been doing." Dean said softly, looking at his brother.

"Yeah, guess so." Sam said, straightening up and carefully putting the picture back into the book and into the trunk, his hand going up to the top of the door.

"We got work to do."

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