Harvelle Supernatural

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A/N: Read the end of the chapter. There's an important question!


Chapter 7: All Hell Breaks Loose

Skylar's POV

It's May 2, 2007. I sighed as I looked at my scheduled course for the semester in the summer. It's a high risk to start so early, but with Jo gone and Ash getting serious in his job, Ellen suggested I go as soon as possible for college. So I have less than a month of freedom before I'm trapped in books, computers, and all that jazz college provided. Me studying graphic arts and photography. Just last week, Ellen and I made an account filled with thousands of dollars from my wages.

Somehow, I find this hard to be true. All the hard effort to get out of this lifestyle, get out of the Supernatural means something. Especially what happened in mid-February with Sam, Dean, and Bobby against the Trickster, it proves I'm not hunter material. I'm just a girl who knows how to search through documents, not how to hunt.

Then again, what has me in the Blues is finally growing up and leaving the nest: not seeing Mom, Jo, Ash, and the hunters on a regular basis. It might be boring at first, but I think I can manage. Sam says the first semester is rough, but once you get the hang of it, it'll be a breeze. The thought of Sam had me sighed. Dean called a few days ago saying the Demon, the one they've been hunting, got Sam. Now Dean and Bobby have been looking everywhere, while Ellen, Ash, and I keep our eyes and ears open at the Roadhouse.

Suddenly Ash barged into the bar, running fast to the phone.

"Whoa, Ash, slow down," I said.

"Can't-do, Sky, got to call Winchester," Ash said, dialing one of the numbers.

"Okay, Listen. It's a bit negatory on Sam." Ash said to the phone. " . . . Listen, Dean. I did find something." Now in a whispered voice. "I can't talk over this line, Dean. . . Make time, okay? 'Cause this . . . What's up? What's going on?" As a hunter walked past, Ash then walked away and then went back to the phone. "Almost definitely help you find your brother, this is . . . It's huge. So get here now. "

Afterward, he hung up, fidgeting some. I got up and went over to him, "You okay, Ash?"

"I'm fine," Ash said, looking at his watch. "Oh, uh, Ellen told me to tell you, we're out of pretzels. Mind going and get them?"

"Sure," I said. "You wanna to come?"

"No thanks," Ash said, leading me to the door, handing me my coat and the purse. "Be safe, okay, Skylar."

"Okay," I said to Ash.

Suddenly he has me an unexpected bear hug. I don't know what to do, not sure what is going on, but returned the hug, patting his back. Once he let go, he escorted me to my car then stopped tying his shoes near the tires. I waited for a moment till Ash headed back inside. I was still confused, though I didn't look back as I went to the nearest town, stopping at a grocery store to buy a crate load of pretzels and other snacks.

When I put the food in the car's trunk, I noticed one of the tires was inflated. Getting a better look, I realized the tire was slashed. Somebody slashed my tire! You got to be fucking kidding me. So opening the trunk, I check to see if I got a spare. Seeing I don't, I did what I mostly do and called Mom.

"Hey, Skylar, you got the pretzels?" Ellen asked.

"Yeah, but I got a flat," I told her. "Someone slash one of the tires. Can you come over and bring a spare?"

"Sure, where are you?" She asked.

I told her where I was and waited in the car fiddling with my laptop. It was about an hour later did Ellen show up in her truck with a spare tire. For the next thirty minutes, we worked together on fixing my tire, secured the groceries, and started driving back to the Roadhouse. As we drove home, I had this bad feeling something terrible is going to happen. I felt it in the pit of my stomach.

When we reach the Roadhouse, it's like my childhood went into flames. Stopping, we witness The Roadhouse, our home in flames. The building was on fire as hunters who made it out were cursing at the existence of Demons. Others were rolling in the dirt on fire, while some try getting on the road.

I got out of the car looking for Ash.

"Ash!" I screamed. "Ash, where are you!?"

"Skylar!" Ellen yelled, grabbing my arm.

I tried fighting her, thinking Ash was still in the building. However, the moment I manage to yank myself free, the Roadhouse collapsed. Ellen and I stood there in horror, hearing the cries of good hunters dying in flames. Hearing Ash scream. I collapsed onto my knees, crying as so did Ellen. When the fire settled down, Ellen told me to wait here and ran to the back where the basement door was. Ten minutes later, she returned with a duffle bag filled with stuff that we kept in the safe.

"Honey, we're going on a trip," Ellen said, putting one of the bags in my car. She got a piece of paper, writing some address down. "Go to this address. It's Bobby's house. I'll meet you there."

"But Mom, what about you?" I asked.

"I'll be fine," Ellen assured. "Just go straight to South Dakota, and do not stop. No matter what, do not stop unless you have to."

We hugged for the last time, and I got in the car. I put the address in the GPS then drove north to South Dakota. A gun was in the glove box, a jug of holy water in the passenger seat, and an iron knife in my pocket.

.o0o.

I drove nonstop to South Dakota, only stopping to get gas and rest-stop. A never-ending consumption of coffee, soda, and junk food. So much sugar and caffeine that I couldn't see straight, practically music blaring loud enough to keep me awake for several hours. Once I was in South Dakota, I stopped at a town called Sioux Falls. I called mom, letting her know, to which she said okay and would meet me there.

So tired, I check into a motel and fell asleep instantly on the mattress. All night I had nightmares of the fire. Hearing Ash screams along with the other hunters. I gasped, waking up, covered in sweat when somebody banged on the door. It was five in the morning. Grabbing my gun, I cautiously peeked through the door to see Ellen. Not entirely sure if it was her, I grabbed a flask of holy water. Quickly I open the door, splashing holy water on her. Ellen stood there confused, wiping wet bangs off her face.

"I think I taught you too well," she sighed.

"Sorry, Mom," I said, letting her in.

"Hey, I don't blame you," Ellen said.

"Where did you go?" I asked.

"I took a different route. Making sure demons weren't following you, honey." Ellen said, taking a seat on the mattress.

"Oh," I said.

Ellen nodded, giving a yawned. She must be tired, driving nonstop from Nebraska all the way here. So I offered her rest for a bit, then we'll see Bobby. Ellen agreed as she lay down on the bed, falling fast asleep. In the meantime, I grabbed my cellphone in an attempt to contact Jo.

"This is Jo Harvelle. I'm not here right now. So leave a message." Jo message machine said.

"Jo…The Roadhouse is gone. I don't know what happen, but Hunters who escaped said Demons burned the place to the ground. Mom and I are safe…but Ash . . . Ash is dead. Please call as soon as you can?" I said, leaving a message before hanging up.

I sighed, double-checking the door and windows' salt lines before going back to bed, back to the nightmares.

.o0o.

Later in the day, Ellen and I took the truck to Bobby Singer's place after dropping my car off at a rental storage unit, keeping any crucial documents, weapons, and money in the trunk. We reached what looked like a junkyard outside of Sioux Falls. There was a sign that was practically rotten that said, "Singer Auto Self Service Salvage Yard."

I looked at Ellen to see if she was sure this is the place. Ellen nodded, parking in a hidden spot. We got out, taking the back entrance hoping to find Bobby here. He is the only hunter we can trust right now. One who holds Demon knowledge than anyone else?

An argument could be heard when entering the junkyard. Ellen and I could hear Bobby clearly while assuming the second voice sounded like Dean Winchester. We followed the sound of their voice, hoping to catch them in time. Unfortunately, I tripped over a metal door that was on the floor.

Ellen caught me, except a loud clank could be heard. We continued walking.

The next thing we know, we were ambushed by Dean and Bobby. Bobby grabbed Ellen while Dean held me. They looked at us, shocked, surprised to see us. They must have gone to the Roadhouse when Ash asked them to and found it in flames. Probably thought we were dead as well.

"Ellen? Skylar?" Bobby asked.

We both nodded, receiving a hug from Dean. I hugged back, breathing heavily to know he was okay—those forty hours of not knowing and anxiety if he was alive or not.

"Come on, let's get you, ladies, inside," Bobby said.

Ellen and I nodded, following Bobby inside to his house where we saw Sam. The sight of Sam being here after getting the call had me relieved that I ran up to him giving a hug. Sam stumbled, groaning a little, but hugged back.

"Thank god," I whispered. "I thought you were dead."

"Yeah," Sam said. "Same here."

"As much as I like a happy reunion, we have to make sure you girls are not possessed," Bobby said.

"What?" I asked, confused, pulling away from Sam.

Bobby didn't say anything, leading Ellen and me to a table. We sat down while Bobby got a flask and filled the two shot glasses with holy water. He slides them over. I stared at mom and the others, confused, not sure why we have to do this.

Ellen picked up the glass, "Bobby, is this really necessary?"

"Just a belt of holy water. Shouldn't hurt." Bobby said.

"Cheers," I sarcastically muttered.

Ellen and I drank the entire shot. The taste was stale, followed by a hint of minerals, if not the aftertaste of alcohol. Afterward, we slammed the glass on the table. Nothing happened, not burning smoke or pain.

"Whiskey now, if you don't mind," Ellen suggested, sliding back her glass.

"Ellen, what happened?" Dean asked across the table. "How'd you girls get out?"

"I wasn't supposed to. I was supposed to be in there with everybody else." Ellen explained with a scoff. "But we ran out of pretzels, of all things. So I sent Skylar to fetch some, but she calls about having a flat tire an hour later. I went over with a spare . . ."

"Sheer dumb luck," I muttered.

Bobby poured two shots of whiskey, sliding them over to us. Ellen gulped the entire shot while I took a little sip. After everything, I gave Mom my drink, which she gladly accepted.

"Anyway, that's when Ash called, panic in his voice," Ellen said, then sighed. "He told me to look in the safe. Then the call cut out. By the time we got back, the flames were sky-high, and everybody was dead."

I didn't know Ash called her. He must have called when we were driving back to The Roadhouse.

"Some escaped, saying it was demons before rushing out," I added. "Probably went hunting them down."

"We couldn't have been gone more than an hour," Ellen said.

"Sorry, Ellen," Sam apologized.

"A lot of good people died in there," Ellen said, sadly. "And we got to live. Lucky me."

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

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

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

"No." Ellen answered, pulling out a map from her jacket. She unfolds a map and sets it on the table with help from Dean. It was a map of Wyoming with five "X" marks.

"Wyoming?" Dean asked, confused. "What does that mean?"

"I'll look it up," Bobby said, getting up to do research. Ellen follows suit along with Dean.

I sat at the table, checking my phone, praying Jo would respond. It has been nearly four months since she called, and right now, I need to hear her voice. I need to be assured that she wasn't dead or possessed by a demon.

"Damn it, Jo, pick up," I whispered.

"I'm sure she's fine," Sam said as he took a seat next to me.

I nodded, "So what happen these past few days?"

Sam started explaining how the Demon, Yellow-eyes, kidnapped him and other psychic children in a beauty pageant's sick-twisted way. As all of them had to fight to the death in Cold Oak, South Dakota, and abandon ghost town that were believed to be hunted? He, Andy Gallagher, Ava Wilson, Jake Talley, and Lily tried to figure a way out, except they all started being killed by an Acheri Demon. Lily went down first, being hanged, followed by Andy, who was brutally murdered by the Acheri Demon. Except it was Ava, who killed them, for she had been in Cold Oaks far longer, killing people and children who had abilities and developed her skills from visions to control demons. Fortunately, Jake snapped Ava's neck before she murdered any of them. Before Dean and Bobby came in, Jake stabbed Sam in the back. That was all Sam could remember. All this to find the perfect soldier. Not soldiers.

I asked Sam if I could take a look. He nodded, turning around, lifting his shirt to show me the scar. Sam said Bobby healed him and how lucky he was. However, I look at the two-inch scar…confused. If Sam was stabbed two days ago, would the wound be open or have stitches, let alone the location. The penetration is located in the primary part of the spinal cord. If my biology is correct, it would have severed the heart and lungs. And the scar being circular meant Jake turned the blade, decapitating the cord severely.

"Sam, this doesn't add up," I whispered.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"If you were stabbed a few days ago, then this wound would be fresh. It looks like you had it for at least a year. Also, there are two ways this kind of wound would go." I stated.

"Meaning?" Sam asked.

"You should either be dead or paralyzed, Sam. Hell, maybe in a coma if Bobby and Dean got you to a hospital. Even then, you would be there instead of here." I explained.

Sam lowered his shirt down and looked at me deep in thought. My words were sinking that no human could heal this wound naturally. This was magic. So, either Dean or Bobby found a willing witch to tend his wounds, or somebody made a deal with a crossroads demon. Those are the only two options in how Sam is alive as we speak.

.o0o.

Throughout the day, we all had done nothing but research. Trying to figure out the five locations Ash draw out on the map. I was on my laptop seeking through the internet on the possible addresses only to discover they were rundown churches from the mid-19th century. Bobby saw this, thinking he found something, and went to grab a book. He pulled one out, reading every word to found what he was looking for.

"I don't believe it," Bobby said, catching everyone's attention.

We huddled around him at the table, where he set the book down.

"What? You got something?" Dean asked.

"A lot more than that," Bobby answered. "Each of these X's is an abandoned frontier church – all mid-19th century and all of them built by Samuel Colt."

"Samuel Colt, the demon-killing, gunmaking Samuel Colt?" Dean asked to be sure.

"Yep," Bobby confirmed. "And there's more. He built private railway lines connecting church to church." He took a sharpie connecting the five X's to create a pentagram, as he said, "It just happens to lie out like this."

"Holy shit," I gasped. "

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

"It's a devil's trap," Sam said. "A 100-square-mile devil's trap."

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

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

"No one has," Bobby said.

"After all these years, none of the lines are broken?" Dean asked. "It still works?"

"Definitely," Sam answered.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"All those omens Bobby found," Sam answered. "The demons, they must be circling and they can't get in."

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

"But why?" I asked.

"What's inside?" Ellen asked, as well.

"That's what I've been looking for," Dean answered. "And, uh, there's nothing except an old cowboy cemetery right in the middle." As he pointed at the pentagon shape of the pentagram.

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

"Is his body or somebody famous buried there?" I asked.

"No, unless . . ." Dean started then paused.

"Unless what?" Bobby asked.

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

"A gateway," I thought aloud. The words coming out of my mouth. I didn't think of it, the word just came out of nowhere. Ellen stared at me for a moment. As if she saw something.

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

"Yeah, you think?" Dean replied.

"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," Bobby answered. "No way a full-blood demon gets across. "

Sam paused, having an idea. "No. But I know who could."

"And who is that, Sweetie?" Ellen asked.

"Jake," Sam answered, a hint of loathing in his mouth.

"Shit," Dean said.

With that said, we all rushed to get our weapons and tools quickly before Jake makes it to the cemetery. I road with Bobby and Ellen while Sam and Dean drove in their Impala. There were hardly any pit stops except a couple of stations. Usually, we took turns driving while the rest sleep.

As I drove, I thought about Ash and how he behaved the day he died. How he said I needed to get pretzels and tied his shoes at the rear of the car. Did Ash slash my tire and in order to get mom out? Did he plan this? I could only assume he saved Ellen and my life in his way. The idea made my eyes watery. Ash was like a big brother, a good friend, even with his crazy ideas and spontaneous personality. But those five years with him were particular in an away. And now he's gone.

By nightfall, we reached the Devil's Trap. We got our weapons ready as I pulled out a gun. A Ruger Mark III Target Rimfire Pistol; its light-weighted, holds ten bullets, and such... As the metal was stainless steel. Dean chuckled, containing a stainless steel 45 caliber Colt MK IV Series 80 1911 pistol with ivory grips. I rolled my eyes, showing him the engraved details of vines and mother of pearl stock grip.

"Now, where does a girl like you get a gun like that?" Dean asked.

"Jo," I answered. "Not something you expect on your 20th birthday, yet useful."

Dean chuckled, shaking his head. Anyway, Bobby came over, handing me a leather string necklace with a small charm. I examined the charm to find its design of a tribal sun with a pentagram in the middle. I looked at Bobby.

"Anti-Possession charms," Bobby said. "The last thing we need is any of you possessed."

"That'll do," I said, putting it on.

Double-checking our weapons, we went to the cemetery.

We spread out and hidden throughout the cemetery, waiting for Jake. Mom and I stick together by the trees while the guys took the tall tombstones. As time went by, we waited. The crypt up ahead gave a dark presence. One that should not be messed with, or you'll regret it. Not a moment too soon, an African American man came in holding the colt. We remained silent, waiting for the Winchesters to give their mark.

Sam quietly walked behind Jake till he reached the door. "Howdy, Jake."

Soon Bobby, Dean, Ellen, and I joined in, aiming our guns at Jake. We are damned if Jake opens the door. For the last thing we need is what lies in that crept out. Jake stared at us bewildered, but most notably at Sam, who stood there before him as if seeing a ghost.

"Wait . . . You were dead. I killed you." Jake said.

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

"I did," Jake confirmed. "I cut clean through your spinal cord, man. You can't be alive. You can't be."

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

"And if I don't?" Jake challenged.

"Wait and see," Sam yelled.

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

"It's a thought," Sam said.

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

"I won't make that mistake twice," Sam assured.

Jake chuckled, looking at the five of us. How can this man be smiling when there are five guns aimed at him? Let alone two have a personal score.

"What are you smiling at, you little bitch?" Dean asked.

Jake looked at Ellen and me. His eyes utterly focused on Ellen, "Hey, lady. Do me a favor." His eyes flared gold for a second. "Put that gun to your head."

Ellen shook, trying to fight a seizure or something. As she shook her hand, holding the gun started moving to her head. She aimed right at her left temple with her left hand.

"Mom," I exclaimed.

Jake laughed, "Seems that Ava girl was right. Once you give in to it, there are all sorts of new Jedi mind tricks you can learn."

"Let her go," Sam ordered.

"Shoot him," Ellen growled, trembling for control.

"You'll be mopping up a skull before you get a shot," Jake informed.

"Mom," I cried.

She can't die. I lost my dad as a toddler, Jo is out somewhere hunting, and Ash is dead. I can't lose my mom right now, not after everything that happened. Jake saw this, seeing that Ellen is my mother.

For a mere second, Jake hesitated, but it vanished as he said. "Everybody, put your guns down. Except you, sweetheart."

Quickly I dropped my gun as the first to falter. Then Bobby follows by Dean and Sam.

"Okay," Jake said. "Thank you."

"Now let her go," I ordered.

Jake looked at Ellen, who was still shaking with a gun aimed at her head. Not taking a second glance, Jake ran to the crypt. Instantly I, Bobby, and Dean ran to Ellen. Bobby grabbed her by the waist, Dean grabbed the gun, and I pulled her arm back. The gun fired, luckily it didn't shoot us.

Meanwhile, Jake inserted the colt into the key, unlocking it. However, Sam stood behind him, killing the marine soldier in the back four times. The demon soldier fell back dead while Sam continued aiming his gun at him, then walked over to his body aiming at Jakes' chest.

"Please . . . don't," Jake begged.

But Sam looked into his eyes and shot him over and over and over again.

I stood there in shock, watching Sam kill a man. In Hunter's community, we don't kill people. We try our best to save them until all options are gone. But Sam…he didn't show mercy. His green eyes said so. Everyone walked over to Sam; meanwhile, the door to the crypt, its elusive design, kept moving. Suddenly it stops, as the vine detail created a pentagram.

"Oh no," Bobby said.

"Bobby, what is it?" Ellen asked.

"It's hell," Bobby answered.

"Shit," I cursed.

The door made rattling noises. Dean quickly grabbed hold of the colt, trying to turn it in the opposite direction to lock it. However, the colt slides out, and the rattling noise continues to echo. Ellen grabbed hold of my arm, yanking me away from the entrance.

"Take cover now!" Bobby ordered.

We split up as we took cover behind the most massive tombstones. Like we were dealing with a bomb. However, this was no bomb or misuse of fireworks. No. The doors burst open, gushing black smoke that moved around like savage animals from here and back.

"What the hell just happen?" Dean yelled.

"That's a devil's gate, a damn door to hell!" Ellen called out. "Come on! We got to shut that gate!"

All of us got up and ran to the doors. Ellen, Sam, and I took the left door while Bobby took control of the right. A harsh wind blew out from the door, making it difficult to seal it shut. As we tried to close the damn thing, demons in black smoke or apparition stormed out of freedom.

"Dean!" Sam called out.

Looking over my shoulder, I saw Dean wounded leaning against a tombstone while the Demon with yellow eyes approached him. Sam stormed off, trying to help his brother, leaving the rest of us to shut the door. I turned around, pushing back into the iron alongside with mom.

Time seemed to pass by, yet Bobby, Ellen, and I manage to close the door. At the same time, there was gunfire. We turned around to see the man possessed by Yellow-eyes l dropped dead on the ground with Dean Winchester aiming the colt at him. Sam tumbled on the ground, panting, staring at what just happen. And finally, there was a new player on the field. A man looked like Sam and Dean.

"John," Ellen whispered.

Sam and Dean got up and walked over to John Winchester. This must be the first they have seen their dad since he passed away last year. John smiled, walking over to Dean and placed a hand on his shoulder. He then looked at his youngest son, giving him a nod. After an emotional moment, John stepped back and disappeared in a ball of light.

I panted and then hugged my mom for dear life. Ellen chuckled as she hugged me back, combing her fingers through my hair. I almost lost her. Just standing there while Jake did mind control on her to aim a gun at her head. The thought of her pulling the trigger scared me.

"I love you, Mom," I said.

"I love you too, sweetie," Ellen replied back.

We pulled back looking at each other and smiled. Although the moment was a ruin when Bobby coughed. We glared at him to the point he shifted.

"Well, let's get out things and prepared to burn the bodies," Bobby said.

Ellen and I nodded as we collected our guns and then got Jake and Yellow-eyes vessel lined up. Their bodies had to be cremated so their souls could officially be at peace. Also, they don't come back as a ghost. The last thing we need is a damn haunting. After getting that assembled, we went to check on the Winchesters.

Sam and Dean were by the Impala as usual talking. Us three went over to them as Ellen spoke,

"Well, Yellow-eyes demon might be dead, but a lot more got through that gate."

"Hundreds, thousands," I said.

"It's an army," Sam said. "He's unleashed an army."

All eyes went to Bobby, "Hope to hell you boys are ready. 'Cause the war has just begun."

"Well then . . ." Dean smiled. "We got work to do."

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head at how lame that sound. I could only wish them good luck in this battle.

.o0o.

After getting Jake and the vessel cremated, Bobby stood by the fire with Dean making sure the fire doesn't spread. It was almost dawn, and mom and I were exhausted as we headed to the car. We walked till Sam came up, grabbing my hand. I turned around to look at him.

"Can we talk?" Sam asked.

I looked at him then at Ellen, who nodded, "Okay."

Sam nodded, leading the way to the Impala. Once there, we leaned against the door staring out into the cloudy sunrise. No words were said for a moment, till Sam finally spoke.

"So, you're going to college, Peru?" He asked.

"Yeah, I start next month," I answered.

"Nice," he said.

"Yeah, though I'm nervous," I muttered. "After what just happened and all."

"Yeah, sorry about that." Sam sighed, rubbing his neck. "I promise I'll do my best and fix it."

"Sam, don't overdo yourself. Okay." I said. "The last thing I or anyone wants is you dying again."

Sam nodded, though not believing it. I sighed, leaning forward, having to push on my toes and kiss him on the cheek. Like a chain reaction, Sam pulled back, blushing a little. I chuckled, taking his hand, assuring him it wasn't serious.

"Please be careful," I said.

"Uh, yeah, I will," Sam mumbled.

I nodded as we stared at each other. There was a slight pull pulling us closer than we usually are. Sam leaned forward, bowing his head some. I closed my eyes, expecting a kiss. Sadly, he kissed me on the forehead in a friendly matter. Somehow, I felt a pang of disappointment but didn't show as he pulled back.

"Good luck at college, Skylar," Sam said.

"And good luck on your hunt, Sam," I replied back.

We went our separate ways after that. Ellen, Bobby, and I drove back to South Dakota. Sam and Dean took their Impala going the direction the demon storm went. As Bobby drove home, I sat in the back seat, staring out the window, lost in deep thought.

I thought about the Winchesters. How this might be the last time I'll ever see them in a very long time. There may be a few calls, text, and emails now and again. Although, to see them in person would be years if none of them gets themselves killed. I just hope Sam will be alright. Whatever happened to him…he needs to keep a clear head.

.o0o.

The rest of May was spent on the road. Ellen and I stayed at Bobby's for a week till Jo came over. It was a family meeting, which resulted in our fate. Jo still wanted to continue hunting. I always wanted to go to school. Mom was crossed with a fork in the road. She wanted to stay in a somewhat standard-setting. Still, after what happened in Wyoming…the taste of adventure got her addicted. Let alone the dangers Jo is getting herself into.

After a days' worth of talking, it was decided. I would go to college and continue a safe path. Ellen and Jo, on the other hand, will keep hunting. Mom said since the devil's gate was open, the hunters would need all the help they could get. So the remainder of the months was spent on the Roadhouse's insurance, which Ellen split into three accounts for each of us. Then we went on a little road trip for the remainder of May going to Vegas.

When June came along, we were back in Peru, Nebraska, with a truckload of clothes and supplies. All three of us girls went to the dorms unpacking in a nice size place. Jo placing a vault under the bed to keep my gun, iron knife, and any hunter's gear.

Once we unpacked, I stared at them.

"Well, this is it," Jo said.

"Yeah, it is," I said.

Ellen came over, hugging me, "God, when did you grow up."

I chuckled, hugging her, "I'll be okay, mom."

Ellen pulled back, "If anything happens, you call."

"Got it," I promised.

Jo came over, hugging her, "Remember to stick with the same drink, and if anyone offers you brownies, don't take it."

"I know, stop pestering," I muttered.

She laughed, messing up my hair, then let go. A few words were exchanged before Ellen and Jo left the dorms. I sat next to my bed, staring out the window, watching them leave the dorms to the truck. A tear fell, knowing I'll be safe while they go hunting. We knew this would happen that one of us will have to live a normal life: no demons, ghosts, vampires, werewolves, tricksters, and other supernatural beings.

Suddenly my cell phone buzzed, indicating a text. I pulled out my phone, seeing who it is from.

Good luck. The college will be rough, but now I'm a phone call away to help. –Sam.

I smiled and text back.

Thanks – Skylar.


Thanks for reading, guys. So, one of you asked for more Samlar, so I gave you guys some Samlar. There's gonna be a time skip. Unless you guys want me to insert Skylar in another case with Sam and Dean. Let me know your vote.

If I insert Skylar in a case would you like her to be in:

3.14 Long-Distance Call

4.11 Family Remains

5.02 Good God, Y'All

5.06 I Believe the Children Are Our Future

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