Sam ignored Dean's question and continued walking. The pain in his arm was unbearable under the weight of Carly, but he had to keep going. Sam found an old home, walking inside to find a dusty bed that Carly could lay on. It wasn't special, but it would work.

Sam laid Carly onto the bed as he crouched down beside her. He took her already cold hand in his as his vision blurred with tears. The pain in his arm was nothing compared to the pain he felt in his heart. Footsteps could be heard as a figure ran into the room.

"Jake got away, we should..." Bobby began, stopping as he saw Carly's lifeless body sprawled out across the bed.

"This is all my fault," Sam muttered, tears streaming down his face.

"This is not your fault," Dean insisted. "Jake attacked her after she tried to save you. None of this is your fault."

"When I found out Carly had powers and that she wasn't insane like others, it made me feel better about being different. She made me realize that being different doesn't mean your evil. She showed me how to love again after Jess and now she got herself killed...for me. I shouldn't have let her push me out of the way," Sam said, looking up at Dean and Bobby.

"She saved your life, Sam. She risked everything for you. That's a hero in my eyes," Bobby admitted.

Sam returned his gaze to Carly as his crying continued. Dean took a step forward and placed his hand on Sam's shoulder, squeezing it underneath his grasp. He never wanted Sam to feel this type of pain again and yet here he was, having another one of the people he loved die.

"I think we should give her a hunter's funeral, she deserves it," Dean said.

"I can get the wood if you want…" Bobby suggested.

"We are not giving her a hunter's funeral and we definitely aren't burying her," Sam insisted.

"We can't just leave the body here," Dean said.

"You will not be touching her, either of you," Sam said, removing Dean's hand and turning around to face them both.

"You need to let her go," Bobby insisted, taking a step forward.

Sam watched this movement and grabbed the gun from Dean's waistband, pointing it toward Bobby. "Take one more step and I will not hesitate to shoot you!"

"Sam…" Bobby warned.

"We don't need you anymore. So, why do you just leave? Get out!" Sam, screamed causing Bobby to jump.

Bobby's frightened expression turned into anger. "You know what Sam, I came here to save you and Carly. She was an innocent who didn't deserve her fate, but you don't have to be a dick. She's dead and there is nothing you can do to bring her back, realize it."

"Bobby wait…" Dean insisted.

He grabbed Bobby's arm. Bobby looked down at Dean's hand and pulled away. He began for the door when he turned back with a glare.

"Do you know what Azazel is going to do tomorrow night? He's going to open a hell gate and you will be drowning in your tears," Bobby spat, leaving the two boys shocked.

Sam turned toward Dean. "What was he talking about?"

"I don't know,"

Dean swore under his breath as he ran out of the small house to find Bobby making his way to the main road. He ran after him, catching up just as Bobby had his foot on the cement. Dean grabbed his shoulder and turned Bobby around so they were face-to-face.

"Bobby, how do you know what Azazel is doing tomorrow night?" Dean asked.

He met Dean's gaze and with a sigh pulled out a map with a huge drawn-on star. "When I found out he took them here, I looked at a map. I didn't think I was going to discover anything, but I found this."

"What's the star for?" Dean asked.

"Each point is a railroad station and the star's sides are the train tracks built by Samuel Colt. Within the center, is a very large hell gate," Bobby explained.

"But how do you know there's a hell gate within the star?" Dean asked.

"Because I've been to the gate before. I was chasing a werewolf into the woods when we hit a graveyard. He tried to dodge me but I got the upper hand and shot him right in the heart. When I turned to leave, I saw a mausoleum with weird carvings all over it. I research a lot, so I recognized it instantly, and in the middle of a star was a hole exactly the size of the colt's barrel," Bobby explained.

"How do you know that's what he's going for?" Dean asked

"The tracks are warded for any supernatural creature that ever existed. So he'd need someone to open the gate for him or at least break the wards. Since Jake ran off and Sam is here, Azazel must be using Jake," Bobby suggested.

"Couldn't he just use anybody?" Dean asked.

"Yeah but that wouldn't be as fun," Bobby pointed out.

"Bobby, come back. We need to plan out what we're gonna do," Dean pleaded.

"I plan to stop it as best as I can or at least slow it down. If you're who I think you are, I'll see you tomorrow night," Bobby said, walking into the darkness.

Dean wanted to follow after Bobby, but leaving Sam alone right now was not a good idea. So with a sigh, Dean headed back into town and to the building he left Sam and Carly in. When Dean returned, Sam rose to his feet.

"What's going on?" Sam asked.

"Long story short Azazel is going to open a hell gate to release demons, souls, and whatever else is down in hell tomorrow night at a graveyard nearby," Dean explained.

Sam met Dean's gaze with realization. "I know where that graveyard is."

"You do?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, when we arrived we landed near a patch of trees, through those trees I saw a headstone," Sam said.

"Could you get back there?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, I think so, but first I need some fresh air," Sam nodded, holding his hand out. "Give me the keys."

"Why?" Dean asked.

"Just give them to me. I need some time to think. I want to say goodbye just not right now," Sam said, taking them out of Dean's hand.

"Where are you going?" Dean asked.

"Just down the road and back," Sam said, heading for the impala.

"Are you sure?" Dean asked, following Sam outside.

"Yes, I'm sure," Sam said after getting to the car.

"I'm coming with you," Dean said, getting in the passenger seat.

"Get out of the car Dean," Sam said, getting in on the driver's side. He slowly put the keys in the ignition and started up the familiar engine, which depending on the day purred beautifully.

Dean shook his head. "No, because if I leave you're going to do something stupid."

"It's not stupid," Sam muttered.

"Alright, then you shouldn't have a problem with me coming," Dean said, putting on his seatbelt.

"Don't intervene, okay?" Sam pleaded.

"I won't, I promise," Dean said.

"You're lying," Sam said, driving onto the dirt road.

"I am not," Dean said.

"I can tell when you're lying, Dean. I know you and I know that you're going to try and intervene. Just please, leave it to me," Sam muttered.

He drove about five minutes down the road until he parked at a crossroad. Dean finally knew what Sam was going to do and he couldn't, no he wouldn't let him do this. As Sam got out of the car, he quickly handcuffed Dean to the door.

"What the hell?!" Dean yelled, pulling against the restraint.

Sam met his gaze. "I'm not an idiot, Dean. I'm doing this and there is nothing you can do to stop me."

Sam got out of the car, slamming the door shut behind him. Dean struggled against the handcuff as Sam began to dig in the center of the crossroad. He yanked and yanked but the chain between the cuffs was too thick to snap. Dean searched around the car and found a paper clip near his foot.

Sam continued to dig, checking to make sure everything was inside the box he needed to bury. As he did, Dean picked up the paperclip and undid the cuff. With that, he shoved one of his fake I.D.s into his pocket and got out of the car. Sam was about to begin burying the box when he heard the door slam.

He rose to his feet to come face-to-face with Dean. "I am doing this."

"No, you aren't...I am."

Sam raised a brow as Dean sucker-punched him straight in the nose, knocking Sam unconscious. As his body hit the dirt, Dean came up behind him and slid his arm's under Sam's. He dragged Sam's lanky frame back to the car and helped him into the backseat. Since Sam was out, Dean quickly popped Sam's arm back in place to make up for punching him.

"I'm really sorry but I can't let you do this," Dean said, stepping away from Sam and slamming the door shut.

Dean sighed heavily as he made his way back to the box, replacing Sam's I.D. with his own. Then he buried it. Just as he rose to his feet, he felt a breeze against the side of his face. When he turned around, a woman in a tight black dress stood before him.

"Dean Winchester, what a pleasure it is to meet you," The demon said, flashing her red eyes.

"I'd like to make a deal to bring my friend back," Dean said, ignoring her flirt.

"Which one? You guys have lost a lot of friends. You want Jessica, John, Andy..." The demon asked.

"Carly," Dean said.

"Why would you want to bring back her? Unless…" The demon began, peering at Sam's unconscious body. "You're doing it for him."

"Can you make the deal or not? I can walk away right now and leave you with one less soul. So, can you make the deal?" Dean asked.

"I can make the deal if you're ready to sign, but I must warn you...you'll only get a year," The demon said.

"But most get ten," Dean pointed out.

"That's true, but you are not most people. Your father made a deal to save you, Dean. You're already on your second chance. There cannot be a third. It's just how it works, now will you still take the deal?" The demon explained.

"Yes," Dean said.

"Are you sure?" The demon asked. "There is no turning back after this."

"I know…"

Dean took a step forward, grabbing the demon's head with his hand. Then with one swift motion, he pulled her lips onto his. Dean had kissed many women, but it was never like this. Her lips moved against his like fire radiated from them. But it was gone too soon as she backed away.

"The deal has been made. When you return, Carly should be alive and kicking," She said, smiling wide.

"Well, I don't have time to take you out right now so I'm going let you go just this once. If I hear or see you making another deal, I'm going to kill you with my bare hands," Dean threatened.

"Can't wait," The demon smiled.

Dean grimaced back at her as he made his way toward the car, getting in the driver's side. Dean put the keys in the ignition as the headlights lit up their surroundings. He made a u-turn and made his way back toward the town.

The demon watched with a shaking head. "He has no idea what trouble he just brought back."

Dean drove as fast as the impala would go and made it back to town within minutes. He got out and grabbed Sam's arm, putting it over his shoulder as they made their way toward the house. He entered, setting Sam down on a wooden chair near the entrance. When Dean turned around, Carly's body was still cold and grey on the mattress. He sat next to the bed as Sam began to stir.

"What? Where am I?" Sam asked, opening his eyes.

"You're fine," Dean said, looking back at him. "I popped your arm back in place in case you were wondering."

"You punched me," Sam said, rubbing his nose; some blood still dripped from the wound.

"Yeah, and man is your face hard," Dean said, shaking his hand.

"How could you do this?" Sam asked.

"Do what?" Dean asked with shrug.

"Sell your soul for Carly. I was going to make that choice. I'm the evil one. Do you remember what happened when dad sold his soul for you? It tore you apart and broke you, now you've done the same thing to me!" Sam snapped.

"Sam, if you had given your soul we'd be in the same situation. You would be killed and I'd still be here. Yes, I broke, I admit it I broke, but our job is to save the innocent and that is what I did," Dean snapped back.

"Are you going to tell her?" Sam asked.

"I think we should wait, at least until this hell gate business is taken care of. She doesn't need more to worry about," Dean said as Carly's finger twitched.

"Shouldn't she have woken up right when you kissed the demon?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, maybe…" Dean began.

Before he could finish his sentence, Carly sat straight up with a loud breath. She looked around her surroundings bewildered and scared. Sam moved away from the door and sat down beside her. His hand touched her cheek and it was like cold water to her senses.

Her gaze met his as her body relaxed. Tears came to Sam's eyes as he pulled her into a tight hug. She gasped in slight pain at the sudden hug but hugged him back nonetheless. When he pulled away, she was confused.

"Shouldn't I be dead right now?" Carly asked, looking down at the bloody hole in her shirt.

Dean and Sam looked at one another before turning back toward Carly, Dean taking the lead. "When you were stabbed, you went unconscious and with Bobby's help, we got you back in working condition. Stitched you up and everything, but leave the wound alone so it can heal properly."

Carly's gaze met Sam's for confirmation as he slightly nodded. "Yeah, that's exactly what happened."

"Where's Bobby?" Carly asked.

"He's meeting us tomorrow night," Dean said.

Sam turned Carly's head so her eyes met his. "That's not important right now. What is important is that you are awake. Don't you ever do something like that to me again."

"I wouldn't dream of it," Carly said.

He pulled her face in close as the two kissed. The spark shocked through them both as their lips fought for control. Sam uncontrollably cried because deep down he had to lie to the girl he loved and lose the only family he had left. Yet, that was not the priority. The hell gate would be opened tomorrow tonight and they were the only ones who could stop it.