Ellen and Bobby were sitting at a table in front of the boys and Angel. Bobby poured Ellen a shot of liquid from a flask and pushed it towards her.
"Bobby…" Ellen gave him an eye, "Is this really necessary?"
"Just a belt of Holy Water." He shrugged, "Shouldn't hurt."
Ellen lifted the shot glass to her mouth and swallowed the water effortlessly, "Whiskey now, if you don't mind."
"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 scoffed, "But we ran out of pretzels, of all things. It was just dumb luck." She drank the whiskey Bobby poured for her and exhaled sharply, "Anyway, that's when Ash called. Panic in his voice." She sighed sadly, "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."
Sam's eyes dropped, "I'm sorry, Ellen."
"A lot of good people died in there, and I got to live." Ellen teared up and scoffeds, "Lucky me."
Angel looked at her sadly but pressed on, "E, you mentioned a safe? Demons get that?"
"No." She shook her head quickly, "It was hidden in the basement."
She pulled out a map from her pocket, unfolded it and set it down on the table. It had several black lines and X's on it.
"Wyoming." Dean pointed to the lines drawn curiously, "What does that mean?"
Later on, as Bobby read from a large book, he scoffed, "I don't believe it."
He sat the book on a table earning looks all around.
"What? You got something?"
"A lot more than that. Each of these X's…" He pointed to the marks on the map, "Is an abandoned frontier church- all mid-19th century, and all built by Samuel Colt."
"Samuel Colt?" Dean repeated in shock, "The demon-killing, gunmaking Samuel Colt?"
"Yep, and there's more. He built private railway lines." He pointed to the black lines on the map, "Connecting church to church. It just happens to lay out like this."
With a marker, he connected the points on the map until the shape of a star is made.
Angel scoffed, "Tell me that's not what I think it is."
"It's a Devil's Trap." Sam nodded in shock as well, "A 100-square mile Devil's Trap."
"That's brilliant." Dean grinned, "Iron lines demons can't cross."
Ellen gaped, "I've never heard of anything that massive."
"No one has."
"And after all these years none of the lines are broken?" Dean asked, "I mean, it still works?"
"Has to." Angel bit her lip looking over the map, "All these omens, and the demons… They must be circling and they can't get in."
"Yeah, well…" Bobby motioned, "They're trying."
"Why?" Angel asked, "What's inside?"
"That's what I've been looking for, and uh…" Dean shook his head, "There's nothing except an old cowboy cemetery right in the middle."
"What's so important about a cemetery or… what's Colt trying to protect?"
"Well, unless…"
Bobby's eyes lifted to Dean, "Unless what?"
"What if Colt wasn't trying to keep the demons out? What if he was trying to keep something in?"
Ellen grumbled, "Now that's a comforting thought."
"Yeah, you think?"
"Could they do it, Bobby?" Sam asked, "Could they get inside?"
"This thing's so powerful, you'd practically need an A-bomb to destroy it. No way a full-blood demon gets across."
"No." Sam paused realizing something, "But I know who could."
At the cemetery…
That night, as the team was hiding in wait for Jake, the cemetery gate opened and Jake entered, walking towards a crypt. Angel and Dean stood behind a large tomb, gun in hand, and opposite the others.
Sam stepped out, followed by the rest of them with their guns raised, "Howdy, Jake."
"Wait…" Jake's face paled, like he'd seen a ghost, "You were dead. I killed you."
"Yeah? Well next time, finish the job."
"I did! I cut clean through your spinal cord, man." At his words, Sam glanced at Angel and Dean who both lowered their eyes from him, "You can't be alive. You can't be."
"Okay…" Bobby shuffled forward carefully, "Just take it real easy there, son."
"And if I don't?"
Sam glared, "Wait and see."
"What…" Jake turned his evil eye onto Sam, "You a tough guy all of a sudden? What are you gonna do- kill me?"
"It's a thought."
"You had your chance. You couldn't."
"I won't make that mistake twice."
As Jake began to laugh, Dean glared hatefully, "What are you smiling at, you little bitch?"
Jake looked from Dean right over to Angel, a smirk playing on his lips. She shifted at the look in his eye.
"Hey blondie, do me a favor. Put that gun to your head."
Dean's glare went from him worriedly to his sisters terrified eyes, "Angel?"
Angel's breathing sped up and she started shaking as she brought her gun to her temple.
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."
Sam angered, "Let her go!"
Angel glowered at Jake before sending a look to Dean, trying and failing to keep the tremble from her voice, "Shoot him."
Jake motioned his head, "You'll be mopping up skull before you get a shot off."
"Dean." She growled, "Shoot him. Now."
Everyone paused but Dean couldn't do it and he dropped his gun.
Jake grinned triumphantly, "Everybody, put your guns down. Except you, beautiful." They abide, "Okay, thank you."
Jake turned around and pulled the Colt out of his pocket. While he was inserting it into the crypt, Dean and Bobby grabbed Angel before she could shoot herself. The gun let off one round, narrowly missing her, just as Sam shot Jake four times in the back. Jake fell onto the ground, and Sam walked to stand over him.
"Please… don't." Jake gasped, "Please."
Sam shot him three more times in the chest as blood splattered onto his face. Ellen and Bobby walked past him, with Bobby staring at him hard. Dean and Angel walked over to look at Jake, then Sam, who wiped the blood from his face silently.
The crypt in front of them started spinning the two separate engravings in different directions, then stopped.
"This…" Angel stiffened, "This… can't be good."
"It's not."
Ellen turned, "Bobby, what is it?"
"It's hell."
Dean pulled the Colt from the Crypt as Bobby shouted, "Take cover- now!"
All five ran behind tombstones as the doors to the crypt burst open. A large black mass erupted from the other side and shot outward. The demons from that black mass immediately breached the Devil's Trap, escaping.
