A/n: Hey guys here's another update. I hope you don't mind that I changed the premise of the story a little bit and that my OC Kaylee is a YED psychic kid. It kinda made more sense than her just being a psychic like Pamela or Missouri. She'll have premonitions and still try to get involved and all that. I've got more ideas for her as the story goes on. So hopefully you don't mind. Thank you for staying with me. Enjoy the update!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, just my OC.

Chapter 9: All Hell Breaks Loose Part 2

Sam Winchester was dead. The psychic Jake had killed him right before my very eyes before I could even stop it. I wish I had a premonition of Sam dying so I could save him. What was the point of these premonitions if I couldn't save anyone?

I stood within the threshold of an abandoned house where Dean kept Sam's body on a mattress. Silence had flooded the room. I was frusterated and sad and exhausted, every bone and muscle in my body ached from head to toe. I just wanted to sleep. Rest. I didn't even want to think about the Demon with the Yellow eyes that haunted me. I didn't know how to break it to Dean or Bobby even. Was he even telling me the truth? What now that Sam was dead? What was going to happen? Was it all just lies? Was it going to be Jake now that Sam was dead? I had a lot of questions in my head and absolutely no answers.

Then Bobby came in with a bucket of fried chicken in his arms. I crossed my arms over my chest and narrowed my eyes at it.

"Brought you guys this back," Bobby said softly.

"No thanks. I'm fine," Dean said.

I opened my mouth to say something then I just put up a hand and shook my head. I was hungry but seeing Sam dead like this just turned everything off for me. I don't know why. It wasn't like I was attracted to him or anything. I just really liked him as a friend. He was a friend who had needed help and I'd like tot think I helped him a little bit with his brother who almost died almost a few months ago.

"You should eat something," Bobby pressed.

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

Dean took a sip of his whiskey bottle. I wasn't even sure where he got one but he got it. He must've found it somewhere in here.

"Dean, I hate to bring this up, I really do, but don't you think maybe it's time we bury Sam?" Bobby gently asked.

"No." Dean said.

"We could," Bobby sighed. "Maybe…"

"What?" Dean asked. "Torch his corpse? Not yet."

"I want you two to come with me," Bobby said. "You're a psychic kid that came out of the battle alive. That has to mean something, Kaylee."

I scoffed. "And I lost a friend in the process. Lucky me," I said bitterly.

"I'm not going anywhere," Dean shook his head.

"Dean, Kaylee, please."

"Would you cut us some slack?" Dean asked.

I blinked at that. I wasn't sure if Dean had been aware I was here too.

"I just don't think you should be alone that's all. I gotta admit, I could use your help." Bobby said. "With your premonitions and all that could be a big help to this."

I shook my head. "I wasn't able to save Sam, so, no, I don't think they're any help at all."

"Kaylee…" Bobby tisked. Dean snorted.

"Something big is going down, end of the world big," Bobby said as a matter of fact.

"THEN LET IT END!" Dean yelled. I flinched at the shout but twisted my lips and pursed them just the same. I was willing to agree here.

"You don't mean that," Bobby said shocked.

Dean got up and in Bobby's face. "You don't think so? Huh? 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, you'd turn around, and get the hell out of here."

Dean shoved Bobby. "Go! And I want you to go with him."

"Dean…." I gawked at him.

Dean shook his head. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please, just go."

"You know where I'll be. Come on kiddo," Bobby said to me.

"You know my dad used to call me kiddo," I said.

"Used to?" He asked as we walked out of the abandoned house, leaving Dean be with his brother.

"Yeah before the demon got him," I said sniffily.

"I'm sorry," Bobby said.

"Me too," I nodded as we walked away.

~*SPN*~

"Well, I've got an extra bed space upstairs you can stay here for as long as you'd like," Bobby said as we walked inside his house.

"Thanks Bobby," I said, taking a look around at his humble aboad. It was kind of messy with a bunch of books everywhere. I saw the kitchen, a den, some hallways and closets that probably had linen and stuff like that. "It's cozy."

"My wife intended it that way," Bobby said with a light chuckle.

"Didn't know you had a wife."

"How'd you think I got into hunting?" Bobby asked. I shivered.

"Do all hunters start that way?"

"Most of them," Bobby said with a nod of his head. "Seems like you got caught up in our little battle yourself."

I sighed. "Looks like. I had a premonition of Sam and Dean getting into a car crash and then voilà I'm here now."

"Are they like t he ones Sam used to get?" Bobby asked, placing the chicken bucket on the kitchen table. We sat down and I started to dig into the food, my stomach getting the better of me after all.

I shrugged. "I think so. At first I thought they were normal visions and so I started to use them for profit, helping people get on their way, but then after awhile I started to notice they were bringing me closer to helping victims get out of a situation. Like the situations that Sam and Dean hunt. Jo had agreed to let me hunt with her. It was helpful. I would be in the victim's place so they didn't get trauma or anything like that. No one should have to endure what we endure in. Then Sam…." I shivered. "Sam or Demonic Sam had come and ruined everything. I don't know. I guess I'm just still very new to all this."

"Yeah that wasn't Sam you know," Bobby said.

"I know biut it felt like him," I said, hugging myself.

There was a knock at the door. I turned towards it. Bobby went to answer it. It was Sam and Dean. I was shocked to hell to see Sam alive. What the hell? What had Dean done?!

"Hey, Bobby, Kaylee," Dean said glancing at the two of us. He looked away and I blinked at him.

"Hey Bobby, Kaylee," Sam greeted. I smiled at Sam.

"Sam. It's good to see you up and around," Bobby said. I nodded.

"Yeah, thanks for patching me up," Sam patted Bobby on the shoulder.

"Don't mention it," Bobby said looking at Dean.

I went to hug him. He grunted a bit and I chuckled lightly.

"it's really good to see you Sam," I said.

"You too. I'm glad we both made it out of there," Sam said.

"Uh, yeah, so glad," I said.

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

Sam looked at Dean curiously and I did too. A minute ago he wasn't even thinking about this. Just Sam. Now all of a sudden he's back in the game?

'Well, I found something. But I'm not sure what the hell it means," Bobby said. He'd been looking through books during our chat and found something incredible while I ate the chicken at the table.

"What is it?" Sam asked.

"Demonic omens…like a frickin tidal wave. Cattle deaths. Lightning storms. They skyrocketed from out of nowhere. Here," Bobby said He pointed to Wyoming on a map he had out on a table. "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?" Sam asked.

"The demons are surrounding it," Bobby said.

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

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

"Yeah sure," Sam said. I nodded.

"Come on, dean. I got some more books in the truck. Help me lug em in." Bobby said.

I glanced between the two of them and Dean had looked at me pleading me with his eyes. I shook my head. What did he do? I wanted to know.

"Yeah," Dean said and walked out with Bobby.

It was just Sam and me now standing in the room with the map on the table. Awkward silence settled in and I wasn't even sure where to begin but something told me to tell Sam what happened to me when I slept in that abandoned building.

"Sam, there's something I should tell you," I said slowly.

"Yeah? What is it?" He asked.

"So when you were with Jake, and I was with Ava and Andy, I fell asleep, taking small nap. I dreamt of a demon with yellow-eyes-"

"The Yellow-Eyed Demon came to see you?" Sam asked, alarmed .

"Yes. You've seen him before?"

"Of course. He came to me in a dream. He's the one that got my dad. What did he say to you?"

I swallowed hard. "He said that you and I were destined to be with each other and that we're supposed to make hellspawns or whatever that means. Do you know what that means?"

Sam shook his head. "No idea. Nothing good. Hellspawns?"

"Yeah," I said. "I was hoping you knew what that meant."

"No," Sam said.

"He said I was the queen of the underworld or some stupid crap like that. I don't want to be queen of the underworld. And then he showed me when I was a baby that he put demon blood in me. I have demon blood in me Sam. What the hell does that even mean?"

"I'm not sure, but I have demon blood in me too," Sam said a little worried. "But Jake's out there too. How'd he beat it?"

I shrugged. "I'm not sure. Am I supposed to choose between the two of you? Because that would really suck. I think I liked it better when I was just a psychic and knew what you two yahoo's were going to do while hunting," I said.

"Yeah me too," Sam said. "Did he say anything else?"

"Nope. After that I woke up and saw you," I said. "What does all of this mean Sam?"

"I wish I knew."

There was a slight pause between us. He then moved to take something out of his pocket. It looked like a silver charm bracelet with different charms that I didn't understand yet what they meant.

"Um, I made this for you after I was possessed by that demon who almost carved you and Jo apart. I'm sorry by the way. I never wanted to hurt you," Sam said, handing me the charm. "There's an anti-possession charm for you." He put it on around my right wrist for me and it dangled against my skin.

"Thank you, Sam. I love it."

"You're welcome," he said.

Then that's when Bobby, Dean, and Ellen walked through the door. I looked at her wide-eyed and went to go hug her. She hugged me back. "It's good to see you kiddo," she said.

"You too. What happened?" I asked.

We all took a seat at the table. The chicken was gone and into the garbage pin. We all had drinks of beer and I had a root beer because I didn't like alcohol.

Bobby set up Ellen with a bit of holy water just in case.

"Bobby, is this really necessary?" Ellen asked, glancing at the flask as he poured it into a shot glass and slid it over to her.

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

She lifts the shot glass and takes a sip back. Nothing happens.

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

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

"I wasn't supposed to. I was supposed to be in there with everybody else," she said in regards to the saloon. "But ew ran out of pretzels of all things. It was just dumb luck," she downed another sip. "Anyway, that's when Ash called. Panic in his voice. He told me to look in the safe. Then the call cut out," I gasped, closing my mouth tight. She glanced at me sadly. "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," Sam said.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"A lot of good people died in there," she said teary eyed. "And I got to live," she scoffed. "Lucky me."

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

"A hidden safe we keep in the basement," she nodded.

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

"No," she shook her head.

She pulled out a map from her pocket and unfolded it. She put it down on the table. The map had black lines and X's on it.

"Wyoming. What does that mean?" Dean asked, pointing to the lines on the map.

Bobby got up and opened up a book. He started reading it.

"I don't believe it," he put the book on the table.

"What? You got something?" Sam asked.

"A lot more than that. Each of these X's," he pointed. "Is an abandoned frontier church, all mid-19th century. All of them bult by Samuel Colt."

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

"Yep. And there's more. He built private rail ray lines, connecting church to church. It just happens to lay out like this," he pulled out a black marker connecting the points on the map making it in the shape of a star.

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

"What?" I asked.

"It's a Devil's trap. A 100-square mile Devil's trap."

"What's a devil's trap?" I asked.

"Keeps demons in," Ellen replied.

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

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

"No one has," Bobby added.

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

"Definitely," Sam said.

"How do you know?" Dean asked.

"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 Cold trying to protect?" Sam asked.

"Well, unless…" Dean stalled.

"Unless what?" Bobby asked.

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

"Now there's a comforting thought," Ellen said.

I nodded.

"Yeah, you think?" Dean asked.

"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 said. "But I know who could."

"Jake," I realized. Sam nodded at me. Jake could be the one to do it. That's what the whole pageant was about.

"Okay, we'll go to the cemetery and stop him," Dean said. "Agreed. Everyone get ready."

Sam turned toward me as I was going to follow. He looked down at me. "I don't think you should come."

"What? Why not?" I asked.

"Because I don't want you in harm's way. I think you've been in harm's way enough," Sam said.

"Sam, I want to see this through. You're going to need help in stopping this thing," I said.

"It'll be fine. Can you just stay here, please?" Sam begged. "I've been thinking about this, about us and our destiny. Maybe we should stay apart. I don't know go back and be with Jo even."

"Sam…" I said. "I'm apart of this now. You can't just ask me to walk away."

"Yes I can. I nearly died out there. I'm not going to loose you out there either," Sam said firmly. "Just do me a favor and stay here, please, where it's safe?"

"But what about the yellow-eyed demon?" I asked.

"You let me take care of him," he promised.

I sighed, and pursed my lips together.

"Sam's right, Kaylee," Dean said. "Stay here. We'll be fine. We'll see you soon."

I watched them leave right out that door, leaving me behind. I pulled out my cell phone from my back pocket and went through my contacts until I found Jo. "Hey Jo? It's Kaylee. Got a sec?"

~*SPN*~