The Impala pulls up to a little diner and Sam opens the passenger side door. Dean is driving and Jamie is curled up in the backseat. Dean leans over towards Sam. "Hey, don't forget the extra onions this time, huh?"

Sam shakes his head. "Dude, we're the ones who are gonna have to ride in the car with your extra onions." Dean grins, Jamie rolls her eyes, and Sam gets out of the car, sighing.

Jamie leans in over the seat. "Don't forget my fries."

"Hey, see if they've got any pie." Sam glares at Dean and shuts the door. "Bring me some pie!" Dean calls out to him.

Jamie shakes her head. "You're such a jerk Dean." She hits him.

"What? I love me some pie." Dean leans against the seat and looks at his sister.

"Tell me more about the djinn thing. I was a doctor, and AJ and I were married?"

"Yup, sure were. Had a kid too, Mark, I think." Jamie laughs and throws herself down in the backside. Dean watches Sam go into the café and talk to the waiter. Suddenly, the car radio becomes staticy. Jamie sits up and moves in closer to Dean. Dean glances down and fiddles with the radio, but it turns off completely. When Dean and Jamie look back up, the inside of the café is empty. No waiter, no Sam.

Dean and Jamie hurry out of the Impala and run into the café. One customer at a booth is dead, face down in a puddle of blood. Jamie's face twists in disgust. "Well there goes my appetite." She reaches into the back of her jeans and pulls out her gun.

"Sam." Dean calls. He takes out his gun and looks around. They find that the employees are also dead, with their throats slit.

Jamie looks down. "Oh Sammy, please…"

Dean opens the back door and looks around outside. "Sam?!" He then notices a white substance on the door. He looks at Jamie.

"Sulfur." They race back out the front door, heading back to the car.

"Sam!"

"Sam! Sammy!"

"Sam?"

"Sammy! SAM!" Dean turns back to Jamie, his eyes frantic. Jamie's chest heaves quickly, she looks frightened. They stare at each other for a moment before Dean tries to regain composure. "Okay…come on. We have to find Bobby. He'll know what to do."

"It's gotta be the demon. I'll call Ash." Jamie grabs unto Dean's arm and they hurry back to the Impala.

Bobby meets them halfway. Dean, and Jamie are already parked on the side of the road. Jamie has her eyes closed, squeezed shut. Her face is streaked red. Dean glances down; rocks at their feet are levitating. Bobby walks up to them carrying a map. He glances down and then looks at Dean. Dean reaches out and grabs his sister's shoulder.

Dean: Jamie. Bobby's here.

Jamie slowly opens her eyes and she stumbles forward. Dean catches her. He gives her a look but she shakes her head. Steadying herself against the Impala, she takes Bobby's map and spreads it out.

"This is it. All demonic signs and omens over the past month." Bobby tells them.

Dean raises an eyebrow. "Are you joking? There's nothing here."

"Exactly."

Jamie frowns. "I told you."

Dean shakes his head, growing frustrated. "Well, come on, there's gotta be something. What about the normal, low-level stuff? You know, exorcisms, that kind of thing."

Jamie shakes her head. "No, there isn't."

Bobby looks at Jamie and then at Dean. "That's what I'm telling you: there's nothing. It's completely quiet."

Dean is pissed. "Well, how are we supposed to look for Sam? What, do we just close our eyes and point?"

Jamie starts to say something but instead glances down. "It's Ash."

"What?" Dean's phone rings. It is Ash, calling from the Roadhouse. "How did you…and you can't find Sammy with that thing of yours?"

She narrows her eyes. "I'm the one who got away, remember? We still haven't figured out what the hell is wrong with me!" They sigh. The phone is still ringing. "Answer it, Dean."

"Ash, what do you got?"

"Okay, listen, it's a big negatory on Sam." Ash tells him.

"Oh, come on, man! You've gotta give us something. We're looking at a three thousand-mile haystack here."

"Listen, Dean, I did find something."

"Well, what?"

"I can't talk over this line, Dean."

"Come on, I don't have time for this!"

Jamie grabs her head and sucks her breath in sharply. Dean glances down at her. "Dean, maybe you should…"

"Make time, okay? Because this-" He pauses. "Not only does this almost definitely help you find your brother, this is…it's huge. So get here. Now." He hangs up and Dean stares at the phone.

"I guess we're going to the Roadhouse. Come on."

Dean, Jamie and Bobby turn the corner to the Roadhouse. When they get there, however, the entire building has burned to the ground. "What the hell?" Dean asks.

"Ash." Jamie says quietly. They get out of the car and begin walking among the debris. Every single part of the Roadhouse has been destroyed.

"Oh, my God." Bobby remarks, looking around at the ashes.

Dean glances back at him. "You see Ellen?"

"No. No Ash, either."

"Oh God. Dean." Jamie points. "There." Dean suddenly bends down to where she's pointing and sees Ash's watch in the pile of rubble. He pulls on it and sees it is still attached to Ash's very burnt corpse.

"Oh, Ash, damn it!" Dean heaves in frustration. Jamie walks over to him. Across the way Jamie's truck pulls up. Andrew gets out.

"What happened here?" He looks around, his eyes wide.

"AJ." She runs to him and they hug.

Andrew looks towards Dean. "I take it that was your only lead…"

"This is…" Bobby trails off. Dean kicks a piece of debris in frustration before turning to his sister.

"What the hell did Ash know, Jamie?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?" He yells in her face. He's almost a head taller than her, but she tilts her head back to get in his face.

"I mean I don't know!"

Andrew grabs Jamie's arm. "Hey guys. Chill out."

"I am not omniscience here, Dean! And I don't know where Ellen is either, before you ask. But she is alive."

Dean shakes his head and lets his breath out sharply. "Great. You're our only connection, Jamie. We've got no clue what Ash was gonna tell us. Now, how the hell are we gonna find Sam?"

Bobby goes over to Dean. "We'll find him." Dean looks over to Bobby and then looks at the ground.

Jamie suddenly gasps and sinks to the ground. Andrew grabs her and sits on the ground with her.

"Dean!" Andrew calls to get the hunter's attention.

Dean moves back over to his sister. "Jamie, what is it?"

"A bell."

"What?" Bobby asks. Suddenly, Dean clutches his head in pain. "Dean?" Dean groans and doubles over. He sees an image of the Cold Oak bell very quickly. "What was that?"

Dean looks up. "I don't know. A headache?"

Bobby looks at him and then glances towards Jamie. "Does he get headaches like that a lot, Jamie?"

"No."

"Must be the stress." He chuckles. "I could have sworn I saw something."

Jamie grabs her head again, dropping to the ground. "A bell." Jamie holds her head. Andrew puts his arms around her shoulders.

Bobby looks from her to Dean. "I think you had a vision. I think you had her vision. "

Dean looks at him with wide eyes. "What? No!"

"I'm just saying."

"Come on, I'm not some psychic." Suddenly, the vision comes back. Jamie yells out, falling back in Andrew's arms. Dean falls against the car in pain. He sees another image, this time of Sam. Bobby rushes over to him.

"Dean? Dean! Are you with me?"

Dean looks up at him. "Yeah, I think so. I saw Sam. I saw him, Bobby."

"It was a vision." Andrew says.

"Yeah, no kidding. Ouch." Jamie leans against Andrew breathing heavily.

"Yeah. I don't know how, but yeah. Whew. That was about as fun as getting kicked in the jewels." Dean snickers.

Jamie smirks. "Welcome to my world. You saw a bell, right?"

"Yeah. It had engraving."

Bobby realizes something. "Was it an oak tree by any chance?"

"Wait." Jamie grabs Andrew's arm and stands up. She has a weird look in her eyes.

"What?" Dean looks over at her.

"Sam?" She mutters something. "Cold Oak. Oh-okay. Sam what's Cold- Damnit I lost him." She looks up at Bobby. "Bobby tell me you know what the hell 'The Cold Oak Bell' means, because I have no friggin clue."

Bobby nods. "I know where Sam is."

Dean and Jamie look at each other. They both have a determined look in their eyes.

Outside, near the edge of the woods, Bobby, Dean, Andrew and Jamie pull up in the Impala.

"Looks like the rest of the way's on foot." Bobby tells them as Dean kills the engine and they get out.

Andrew snickers. "Lucky us."

They open the trunk and grab their weapons.

"Let's go." Dean starts to lead the way.

Jamie stops and grabs unto her brother's arm. "Dean…something's here. We have to hurry."

They approach the street, already they can see Sam. Dean and Jamie are leading.

"Sam!" Dean calls.

Sam looks up and sees his siblings. "Dean!"

"Sammy!" Jamie yells, a hint of relief in her voice.

"Jamie. Thank God." He rushes towards them.

Jake suddenly wakes up. He grabs the knife that Sam had placed on the ground. Horror spreads across Jamie's face. "Jamie: No! Sam!" She runs towards him.

Dean sees it to. "Sam, look out!"

Too late. Jake stabs the knife right through Sam's back.

"SAMMY!" Jamie screams.

Dean yells out in horror. "No!"

Jake twists the knife, creating a massive wound. Bobby, Andrew, Dean, and Jamie reach them. Jamie waves her arm and Jake is thrown away from Sam. He gets up and runs. Bobby and Andrew follow after him. Sam falls to his knees. Dean slides to the ground in front of Sam, grabbing unto his shirt. Jamie gasps and then cries out in anguish. Dean is holding Sam trying to keep him conscious. Jamie starts crying. "God no. Sam."

"Sam!" Dean shakes his brother. Sam falls forward onto Dean's shoulder. Jamie gets down beside them. Dean looks at her and then looks at Sam. "Whoa, whoa, Sam. Sam! Hey! Come here. Let me look at you."

"No. God, please, no." Jamie whispers. Dean places his hand on Sam's wound, covering his entire palm in blood. "Samuel Eric Winchester I swear to God if you…"

Dean shakes his head, looking back at Sam. "Hey, look at me. It's not even that bad. It's not even that bad, all right? Sammy? Sam! Hey, listen to me. We're gonna patch you up, okay? You're gonna be good as new. I'm gonna take care of you. I'm gonna take you care of you. I've got you. That's my job, right? Watch out for my pain-in-the-ass little brother? Sam? Sam! Sammy!" Sam's eyes slide shut. His entire body slumps forward.

"Sam, I love you. Sammy. Please." Jamie cries hysterically, holding unto Sam's shoulder.

"No. No, no, no, no. Oh, God."

"Dean. Dean" Dean looks over at Jamie, pulling her and Sam into a tight embrace. With tears streaming down his face, Dean and Jamie hold Sam in their arms as he dies. Jamie lets go of Sam and grabs unto Dean.

"Sam!" Dean cries out. Jamie cries into Dean's shoulder.

Dean stands against the doorframe, looking at Sam's dead body. Jamie stands beside him. Her eyes are red and puffy. She continues to stare at Sam's dead body.

Bobby walks in with bucket of chicken. "Jamie?" Jamie doesn't respond. "Dean?"

Dean shakes his head. "No, thanks. I'm fine."

"You should eat something. Both of you."

"I said I'm fine." Dean moves away from the doorframe and goes to sit at the table. He picks up a bottle of booze and drinks from it. Bobby walks over to the door frame and waves his hand in front of Jamie's face.

"Jamie. Jamie!" Jamie finally looks up at Bobby. "You have to snap out of it, girl."

"Leave her alone."

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

"No."

"We could…" He sighs. "Maybe..."

"What? Torch his corpse? Not yet."

"I want you to come with me. Both of you."

"We're not going anywhere."

"Dean, please. Will you look at your sister! She's just about catatonic!"

"She has a right to be. Would you cut us some slack?"

"I just don't think you two should be alone, that's all. I gotta admit- I could use your help." Dean snorts. "Something big is going down- end-of-the world big."

"Well, then let it end!"

"You don't mean that."

"You don't think so? Huh? You don't think Jamie's given enough? That I've given enough? You don't think we've paid enough? I'm done with it. All of it. And if you know what's good for you, turn around, and get the hell out of here. Go!" Dean shoves Bobby back. He takes a breath. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please, just go."

Tears run down Jamie's face, but she doesn't say anything. She crosses her arms tightly over her chest.

"You know where I'll be." He turns his back on Dean and Jamie and leaves the motel room. Dean takes another look at Sam's body and a tear falls from his eye. He walks over to Jamie and looks at her.

"Okay. Time to talk again. You ran off AJ and now I've run off Bobby."

"What…"she swallows, her throat is dry. "What do you want me to say?" They stare at each other.

Sam's corpse lying on a mattress. Dean sitting next to him, gloomy. Jamie gets up and goes into the bathroom. She shuts the door. John's journal is sitting on the sink. It falls off, open. She wipes her eyes and goes over and picks it up. A yellowed piece of paper falls out. She puts the journal down and picks up the paper, turning it over so she can read it.

May 3rd 1991

Jamie,

When you read this, I have a feeling I'll be dead, and you'll have spent years hating me for what I've done to you today. You won't remember why, you'll only know that I abandoned you on your eighth birthday under the guise that I'm just trying to do what's best for you. Jamie, please please try to understand. Two nights ago a wendigo wondered into the yard. I had been tracking it for a week and it knew it. It found me before I found it. Dean and Sam were sound asleep. You had gotten up to get a glass of water, and heard me open the door. You thought I was just getting home so you rushed in to see me. Seven years of hunting and I didn't recognize the sound of my own daughter coming towards me. I took my eyes off the wendigo and it leap forward, right for you, claws drawn. I dove, knife in hand, and killed the bastard just before it could touch you. When I pulled back, it's blood splattered across your nightgown, right across your belly. At that moment all I could see was your mother. I burned that nightgown and convinced you that you had just had a really bad dream. You believed me, and slept in Dean's bed for the rest of the night. You didn't ask me about it in the morning, but I could see the fear in your eyes. I made the decision then and there that I wasn't going to put you through something like that ever again. You remind me too much of your mother. I don't know if I can justify this forever, or if I even want to, but I know I want my daughter to be safe. The day you and Sam were born, the nurse put you in my arms first and I remember thinking I didn't know how to raise a little girl. I still don't. I've made too many mistakes and if I have to make one that I can't take back, I'd rather it be doing something that keeps you away from this life. Away from me. I can't be the father of a daughter when I'm so consumed with this need for revenge. I cannot let it consume you too. I think it's too late to stop it in Dean, and I'm already seeing it in Sam, but you, you have a chance. Even if I can't do right by my sons, I will try like to hell to do right by my daughter. But always know, Jamie Cameron Winchester, that I love you. And regardless of whether you're a hunter when you're reading this or not, I am proud of you.

Your Father

Tears fall down Jamie's face. She leans against the door and hears Dean talking to Sam.

"You know, when we were little—you couldn't been more than 5- you just started asking questions. How come we didn't have a mom? Why do we always have to move around? Where'd Dad go when he'd take off for days at a time? I remember I begged you- "Quit asking, Sammy. Man, you don't want to know." I just wanted you to be a kid...Just for a little while longer. I always tried to protect you...Keep you safe...Dad didn't even have to tell me. It was just always my responsibility, you know? It's like I had one job... I had one job... And I screwed it up. I blew it. And for that, I'm sorry. I guess that's what I do. I let down the people I love. I let Dad down. I let Jamie down all those years ago when I let Dad leave her behind. And now I guess I'm just supposed to let you down, too. How can I? How am I supposed to live with that?" He starts to cry. " What am I supposed to do? Sammy. God. What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do?!" He screams.

"Dean?" Jamie comes out of the bathroom, holding the letter to her chest. Dean turns around and looks at her. Jamie looks at him. "Dean. No. Please, if you…I've lost everyone, I can't lose you too." Tears stream down both their faces.

"I have to do this." He tells her, talking a step towards her. "I have to. It's my job."

"Dean…what about me? I'm part of that job, you're just gonna leave me?"

"Jamie…please understand. Please. It's my job to protect you and Sam, it always has been."

"Whose going to protect us after you're dead?" She wraps her arms around his neck. "Let me do it. I'm more valuable then you are. I have to be. Look what I can do."

Dean wraps his arms around her. "No. I won't let you. It has to be me, and no one else. There's no other way."

Jamie cries into his shoulder. "I know."

He pulls back and looks at her. "Don't let Sammy find out."

Jamie pulls him back into a hug. "I love you Dean."

"I love you too, Jamie."

Jamie is standing in the door way. Suddenly Sam's eyes open wide and he sits up on the mattress, looking around, confused, and breathing heavily. "Jamie?"

"Hey." Sam groans. "Hey, careful. Careful." She helps him off the mattress and then hugs him tight. He groans in pain and she pulls away. He goes and stands in front of a mirror, examining his back with a look of pain. There is a scar from where the knife was stabbed into his spine. Jamie frowns. In the distance a door opens and Dean enters the room.

"Dean." Jamie goes over and hugs him. Dean hugs her back and then looks past her.

"Sammy."

"Hey."

Dean pulls Sam into a tight embrace.

"Ow. Uh, Dean..."

Dean releases Sam "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, man. I'm just...I'm just happy to see you up and around, that's all. Come on, sit down." They both sit down. Jamie walks over and leans against Dean's chair.

"Okay. Jamie, Dean...what happened to me?"

Jamie looks away. Dean glances at her and then looks at Sam.

"Well, what do you remember?"

"I-I saw you two Andrew and Bobby, and...I felt this pain. This sharp pain, like...like, white-hot, you know, and Jamie did something and you started running at me, and...that's about it."

"Yeah, that- that kid, stabbed you in the back. You lost a lot of blood. It was pretty touch and go for awhile." Dean swallows thickly.

Jamie nods. "It was bad."

"But Dean, Jamie, you two can't patch up a wound that bad."

"No, Bobby could." Dean says quickly. "Who was that kid, anyway?"

"His name's Jake. Did you get him?"

Dean shakes his head. "No, he disappeared into the woods."

"We got to find him, Dean. And I swear I'm gonna tear that son of a bitch apart." He stands up with Dean and Jamie following suit.

"Sam." Jamie says softly.

"What?"

"Nothing."

Sam looks at her.

Dean glances at her and then looks at Sam. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy there, Van Damme. You just woke up, all right? Let's get you something to eat. Huh? You want something to eat?" Sam nods. "Jamie?" She nods. "I'm starving. Come on."

Dean, Jamie, and Sam are sitting at a table, eating. Sam is explaining what happened to him. "And that's when you guys showed up."

"That's awful. Poor Andy." Dean remarks.

"Yeah." Jamie nods.

"The demon said he only wanted one of us to walk out alive."

"He told you that?" Dean asks.

"How?" Jamie turns to Sam.

"Yep." He scoffs. "He appeared in a dream."

Dean shakes his head. "He tell you anything else?"

Sam shakes head. "No. No. That was it. Nothing else. You know, what I don't get, Dean, is if the demon only wanted one of us, then how did Jake and I both get away?"

Jamie moves closer to him. "You took a pretty bad beating, Sam."

"Yeah, I mean, they left you for dead. I'm sure they thought it was over." He eats a large bite of pizza. "So now that Yellow Eyes has Jake, what's he gonna do with him?"

"I don't know. But whatever it is, we gotta stop him."

"Well, hold on. You need to get your rest. We got time."

"No, we don't."

"Sam, oceans aren't boiling, okay? Frogs aren't raining from the sky. Let's get you your strength back first."

"Well did you call the roadhouse? Do they know anything?"

"Yeah."

Jamie looks away. "Sam, about that…"

Sam looks at her. "Jamie...what is it?"

Dean sits down again. "The roadhouse burned to the ground. Ash is dead. Maybe Ellen…"

Jamie cuts in. "No, Ellen's alive. I know it."

"But a lot of other hunters aren't." Dean finishes.

"Demons?" Sam asks.

Jamie nods. "Yeah, we think so."

"We think because Ash found something."

"What did he find?"

"Bobby and Andrew are working on that right now."

"Well, come on then. Bobby's only a few hours away." Sam begins to stand.

Jamie gets up. "Whoa, Sam."

Dean stands also and grabs Sam by the shoulders. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop, Sam, stop. Damn it. You almost died there. I mean, what would I have- you just take care of yourself for a little bit, huh? Just for a little bit?"

"I'm sorry. No." He leaves. Dean looks at Jamie and then shakes his head.

Bobby opens the door and looks at Sam with astonishment. He's standing between Dean and Jamie.

"Hey, Bobby." Dean says first.

"Hey Bobby" Jamie echos.

"Hey, Bobby." Sam finally says.

"Sam. It's good to see... you up and around." Bobby gives Dean a look.

"Yeah, well... thanks for patching me up." He walks inside.

"Don't mention it." Bobby stares after him.

"Yeah." Jamie walks in behind Sam. "Andrew?" She calls.

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

Andrew walks out with Jamie at his side. "Well, we've found something." He nods towards the study.

They all go into the study. "But we're not sure what the hell it means." Bobby tells the siblings.

Sam looks down. "What is it?"

"Demonic omens...like a frickin' tidal wave. Cattle deaths. Lightening storms. They skyrocketed from out of nowhere. Here." He points to Wyoming on a map. "All around here, except for one place...Southern Wyoming."

Dean looks up. "Wyoming?"

"Yeah. That one area's totally clean - spotless. It's almost as if..."

"What?" Sam asks. Jamie gets a weird look in her eyes.

"The demons are surrounding it. But you don't know why?" She turns to Andrew.

"I don't have the slightest clue."

Bobby shakes his head. "Me neither, and by this point my eyes are swimming. Sam, would you take a look at it? Maybe you could catch something I couldn't."

"Yeah, sure."

Jamie looks at Bobby and then to Andrew. "AJ, uh…"Jamie nods over her shoulder.

Bobby looks at Dean. "Come on, Dean. I got some more books in the truck. Help me lug 'em in."

"Yeah."

Dean, Jamie, Andrew, and Bobby are walking in the junkyard. Finally, Bobby stops and turns to face Dean and Jamie. "Which one of you did it?"

Andrew glares at Jamie. "My money's on Dean, because Jace I swear to God…"

Jamie looks away. "It wasn't me." She says quietly.

Bobby looks at her and then turns immediately to Dean. "You stupid ass! What did you do? What did you do?!" He pushes Dean. "You made a deal...For Sam, didn't you? How long did they give you?"

"Bobby." Dean gestures to Jamie.

"Dean Michael Winchester I swear to God…I'm gonna find out anyway. You can't hide much from me." Jamie's eyes flash in anger.

"How long?!" Bobby demands.

"One year." Dean finally says.

"A year! What the hell Dean!" Jamie shoves him. "What the hell?"

"That's why I didn't want to tell you."

Jamie starts crying again and Andrew grabs ahold of her, turning her around and wrapping his arms around her tightly. Jamie grabs unto him and sobs into his shoulder.

Andrew looks at Dean. "Deuce, you have to be freakin kidding me."

"Damn it, Dean."

Dean looks away. "Which is why we gotta find this yellow-eyed son of a bitch. That's why I'm gonna kill him myself. I got nothing to lose now, right?"

Bobby grabs Dean by the collar. "I could throttle you!"

Andrew nods. "If he doesn't I will."

Dean looks at them both. "And send me downstairs ahead of schedule?"

Bobby lets go of Dean. "What is it with you Winchesters, huh? You, your dad. You're both just itching to throw yourselfs down the pit."

"That's my point. Dad brought me back, Bobby. I'm not even supposed to be here. At least this way, something good could come out of it, you know? It's like my life could mean something."

"What? And it didn't before?! Have you got that low of an opinion of yourself? Are you that screwed in the head?!" He grabs Dean again.

Dean is choking up. "I couldn't let him die, Bobby. I couldn't. He's my brother."

Jamie pulls away from Andrew. "He's my brother too, and so are you! You made me choose between you Dean! I shouldn't have let you go. God!"

Around them tires start floating into the air. Andrew grabs unto Jamie's hands and pulls them behind her.

"Jace! Jace, calm down." He turns to Dean. "Damnit Deuce. I always thought you were the level headed one. The one who could think with his head and not his gun."

Bobby looks at Jamie and then turns back to Dean. "Well now we know how your sister feels. How's your brother gonna feel when he knows your going to hell? How'd you feel when you knew your dad went for you?"

"You can't tell him. Either of you. You can take a shot at me. Whatever you got to do, but please don't tell him."

Bobby begins to cry, grabbing Dean's chin. Andrew holds Jamie tighter and she grabs unto Dean's arm. He wraps his arm around her. Suddenly there is a clank from a distant part of the junkyard. Bobby, Andrew, and Dean crawl to the side of a car, and grab the intruder. Jamie stands in place.

"Wait. Wait, Dean." Jamie tells them.

Once they have her by the shoulders, they recognize her as Ellen.

"Ellen?" Ellen nods. "Ellen. Oh, God." Dean hugs her.

Jamie wipes her eyes, almost smiling. "Told you she was alive."

Once they're in the house Ellen and Bobby sit at the table. He pours her a shot of liquid from a flask and pushes it towards her. "Bobby, is this really necessary?"

"Just a belt of Holy Water, shouldn't hurt."

She lifts the shot glass to her mouth and swallows the water. "Whiskey now, if you don't mind."

Bobby gets up to get whiskey. Dean, Sam, Jamie, and Andrew move in around her.

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

"I wasn't supposed to. I was supposed to be in there with everybody else." She scoffs. "But we ran out of pretzels, of all things. It was just dumb luck."

Jamie scoffs. "Yeah there's a lot of that going around." She looks at Sam. Sam looks at her confused.

Ellen drinks the whiskey Bobby poured for her and exhales sharply. "Anyway, that's when Ash called. Panic in his voice." She sighs. "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 nods. "Sorry, Ellen."

Ellen is tearing up. "A lot of good people died in there. And I got to live." She scoffs. "Lucky me." Jamie hugs her.

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

"A hidden safe we keep in the basement."

"Demons get what was in it?"

"No." She pulls out a map from her pocket, unfolding it and setting it down on the table. It has several black lines and X's on it.

"Wyoming." Dean says. "What does that mean?" He's pointing to the lines.

"Start looking." Bobby tells them.

Dean, Sam, Bobby, Ellen, and Andrew get up and start pouring through some books. Jamie remains at the table.

Ellen turns to Andrew. "Is she okay?"

Andrew looks up from his book. "She's a little more powerful these days. She's trying to crack this from a different…perspective."

Suddenly Jamie's eyes widen. "Oh my god. Oh my god, Bobby." Jamie gets up, she looks around Bobby's room.

Bobby looks at her. "Jamie?"

"Here."She picks up a large book and hands it to Bobby.

"I don't believe it." He sets the book on a table. Andrew takes a look at it.

Sam and Dean walk over. "What? You got something?" Sam asks.

"A lot more than that. Each of these X's" Bobby points to the marks on the map. "Is an abandoned frontier church- all mid 19th century. And all of them built by Samuel Colt."

Dean looks at him. "Samuel Colt-the demon-killing, gunmaking Samuel Colt?"

Andrew nods. "One and the same."

"Yep. And there's more. He built private railway lines." Bobby points to the black lines on the map. "Connecting church to church. It just happens to lay out like this." He connects the points on the map until the shape of a pentagram is made.

Andrew squeezes Jamie's shoulders. "I'll be damned."

Dean looks at Sam and Jamie. "Tell me that's not what I think it is."

Sam nods. "It's a Devil's Trap."

"A 100-square mile Devil's Trap." Jamie adds.

"That's brilliant. Iron lines demons can't cross." Dean's eyes light up.

Ellen looks astonished. "I've never heard of anything that massive."

Bobby nods. "No one has."

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

Sam looks at his brother. "Definitely."

"How do you know?"

"All those omens Bobby found. I mean the demons, they must be circling and they can't get in."

Jamie nods. "That's why it's clear but there's activity all around it. They're trying to get in."

Ellen looks up. "Why? What's inside?"

Dean's eyes scan the map. "That's what I've been looking for. And, uh, there's nothing except an old cowboy cemetery right in the middle."

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

"Well, unless..."

"Deuce, unless what?"

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

"Oh my god!"

"Jamie?" Andrew turns to look at her. Jamie gets up and goes over to the window.

Ellen sighs. "Well that's a comforting thought."

Dean scoffs. "Yeah, you think?"

"Could they do it, Bobby? Could they get inside?" Sam asks.

"This thing's so powerful, you'd practically need an A-bomb to destroy it. No way a full-blood demon gets across."

Jamie is freaking out. Andrew puts his hands on her shoulders. "Oh God in heaven. Oh my God." Dean looks at Andrew. Andrew shrugs.

Sam is looking thoughtful. "No." he pauses. "But I know who could." He looks over at Jamie.

"Oh god, I should have killed him. Oh my god, I should have killed him. Why did I kill him? AJ why didn't I kill him?"

Sam goes over and grabs Jamie's arms. "What do you mean?"

Jamie looks at her brother. "I had him, Sam. And I had a chance. I could have crushed his throat and I just…"

Andrew rubs her shoulders. "Easy, Jamie. Easy."

"No! Don't you see? He's going to let out whatever is in that cemetery!"

Dean looks between Jamie and Sam. "We have to go now."

It's night when they reach the cemetery. A cemetery gate opens and Jake enters, walking towards a crypt. Dean is standing behind a large tomb, a gun in hand. Sam steps out. "Howdy, Jake."

SAM, Andrew, Bobby, Ellen, and Dean appear from the shadows, guns raised.

Jake looks shocked at the sight of Sam. "Wait...you were dead. I killed you."

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

"I did! I cut clean through your spinal cord, man." Sam glances at Dean. "You can't be alive. You can't be."

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

"And if I don't?"

"Wait and see." Sam challenges.

"What, you a tough guy all of a sudden? What are you gonna do-kill me?"

"It's a thought."

Jamie comes out from the shadows. She's not holding a gun. "If he doesn't, I will."

Jake recognizes her."You."

"Yeah, me."

"You did something to me."

"You aint seen nothin, yet."

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

Sam smirks. "We won't make that mistake twice."

Jake begins to laugh.

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

"Hey Lady, do me a favor. Put that gun to your head." Ellen points her gun at her temple. "See that Ava girl was right. Once you give in to it, there's all sorts of new Jedi mind tricks you can learn."

"Son of a bitch." Andrew curses.

"Let her go." Sam says.

Ellen's voice is trembling. "Shoot him."

"You'll be mopping up a skull before you get a shot off."

Jamie raises an eyebrow and looks at Ellen. Her hand stops trembling. She looks back at Jake.

"Everybody, put your guns down. Except you, sweetheart." Bobby and Andrew drop their guns. Dean and Sam do so reluctantly. "Okay. Thank you." Jale turns around and pulls the Colt out of his pocket. While he is inserting it into the crypt, Jamie waves her hand and Ellen's gun flies into Sam's hand. Dean and Bobby grab Ellen just as Sam shoots Jake four times in the back. Jake falls onto the ground, and Sam positions himself in front of him.

"Please...don't. Please." Jake gasps. Sam shoots Jake three more times in the chest.

All of them stare at Sam. Jamie's eyes widen and she looks at the crypt. "The Colt. Dean, get the Colt!"

Dean moves towards the door. The six watch as two separate engravings on the crypt spin in different directions, then stop.

Andrew looks back. "Uh, Bobby, Jamie…"

"Oh, no."

"Bobby, what is it?" Ellen asks.

Jamie is breathing heavily. "Oh God."

"It's hell." Bobby says, deadpanned. Dean pulls the Colt from the Crypt. "Take cover-now!"

All six run behind tombstones as the doors to the crypt burst open. A large black mass erupts from the other side and shoots outward. Jamie grabs her head and screams. Andrew grabs her and holds her, trying to calm her down. The demons start breaching the Devil's Trap and escaping.

"My head is gonna explode!" Jamie screams.

"What the hell just happened?!" Dean yells.

"That's a devil's gate." Ellen answers.

Andrew looks up, horrified. "A damn door to hell?"

Jamie screams. She has a vision. The railway iron is shown being bent in two and a pair of legs crossing. "He's coming." She whispers, looking squarely at Dean.

"Come on! We gotta shut that gate!" Ellen yells.

"Andrew, stay with Jamie. Sam, Come on." Bobby orders. Bobby, Ellen, and Sam run for the gate.

Dean checks the Colt for bullets. "If the demon gave this to Jake...then maybe..."

"Dean!" Jamie yells in warning. "He's here."Thunder crashes and the Yellow Eyed Demon appears behind Dean. He flings the Colt out of Dean's hand and into his own.

"A boy shouldn't play with Daddy's guns." He throws Dean into the air, where Dean hits his head on a tombstone.

"Dean!" Jamie yells.

"Dean!" Sam lets go of the gate door and runs to his brother. The demon throws him against a tree.

Andrew turns to Jamie. "What do we do?"

Jamie looks at Sam, then Dean and then to the gate. "Get the gate. Go." Andrew runs for the gate. Jamie stands up, a white mist forms around her. She looks toward Dean and the demon.

"I'll get to you in a minute, champ. But I'm proud of you-knew you had it in you. The yellow-eyed demon. paralizes Dean. "Sit a spell. So, Dean...I got to thank you. You see, demons can't resurrect people unless a deal is made. I know, red tape-it'll make you nuts. But thanks to you, Sammy's back in rotation." He laughs. "Now, I wasn't counting on that, but I'm glad. I liked him better than Jake, anyhow. Tell me-have you ever heard the expression, "If a deal sounds too good to be true, it probably is?"

Dean looks up. "You call that deal good?"

"Well, it's a better shake than your dad ever got. And you never wondered why? I'm surprised at you. I mean...you saw what your brother just did to Jake, right? That was pretty cold, wasn't it?" he chuckles. "How certain are you that what you brought back, is 100% pure Sam?" he laughs. "You of all people should know, that's what's dead, should stay dead. Anyway...thanks a bunch. I knew I kept you alive for some reason. Until now, anyway. I couldn't have done it without your pathetic, self-loathing, self-destructive desire to sacrifice yourself for your family."

As the demon cocks the Colt, John appears and grabs the demon from behind. The body the demon possessed falls to the ground, the gun still in hand, while John and the demon wrestle. Jamie rushes over to Dean. She stares at the Colt and it flies into her hands. She looks down at it, and towards the demon. She doesn't take her eyes off him as she cocks the gun. Dean looks at her, holding his hand out. The demon pushes John to the ground and enters the body once more. When he stands up, Dean shoots him with the Colt. The demon then falls to the ground, dead. Jamie pulls Dean to his feet.

Bobby, Andrew, and Ellen close the gate doors and turn to see John. The father puts his hand on Dean's shoulder, both are crying, while Sam stands on the side and gives his father a nod. Jamie looks at her father and John reaches out and hugs her. After a moment they pull away. With another look at Dean, John steps back and disappears.

Sam walks over to Dean and Jamie, and they stand over the demon's smoking body, astonished.

"Well, check that off the to-do list." Dean says, cracking a smile.

"You did it." Sam says.

Jamie nods. "Yeah he did."

"I didn't do it alone." He looks at Jamie and then looks up.

"Do you think Dad really...do you think he really climbed outta hell?" Sam asks.

"The door was open. If anyone's stubborn enough to do it...it would be him." Dean smiles. Jamie and Sam grin.

"Where do you think he is now?"

Jamie looks up. "Some place better then hell, I hope."

"I kind of can't believe it, guys. I mean...our whole lives, everything...has been prepping for this, and now I... " Sam chuckles. "I kind of don't know what to say." He reaches over and puts his arm around Jamie's waist.

Dean looks thoughtful. "I do." He leans closer to the body. "That was for our mom...you son of a bitch."

"Couldn't have said it better myself." Jamie smirks,putting one arm around Sam's shoulders and the other around Dean's. Dean puts his arm around her waist.

Sam, Jamie, and Dean walk towards the Impala. "You know, when Jake saw me...it was like he saw a ghost." Sam scoffs. "I mean, hell, you heard him, Dean. He said he killed me."

"I'm glad he was wrong."

Jamie nods. "Me too."

"I don't think he was, guys. What happened...after I was stabbed?"

Dean looks up. "We already told you."

"Not everything."

Jamie sighs. "Sam, not right now." She pulls her hair out of the ponytail holder and brushes it back nervously with her fingers.

"We just killed the demon. Can we celebrate for a minute?" Dean asks.

"Did I die?"

"Oh, come on."

"He..." Jamie looks at Dean.

"Did one of you sell your soul for me, like Dad did for you, Dean?"

Dean looks up, exhausted. "Oh, come on! No!"

"Dean." Jamie puts her arms around him.

"Tell me the truth." Dean sniffles. "Dean, tell me the truth."

"Tell him, Dean."

"Sam... " he chuckles, pushing Jamie back.

"How long do you get?" Sam's voice breaks.

Jamie grabs Sam's hand.

"One year. I got one year."

"You shouldn't have done that. How could you do that?"

"Don't get mad at me. Don't you do that. I had to. I had to look out for you. That's my job."

"And what do you think my job is?"

"Our Job." Jamie puts in.

"What?"

"You've saved my life over and over. I mean, you sacrifice everything for me. Don't you think I'd do the same for you? You're my big brother. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. And I don't care what it takes, I'm gonna get you out of this. "

Jamie nods. "I'm not going to let my big brother go to hell, Dean. I didn't come back just to have my family ripped away from me."

Sam snickers. "Guess we gotta save your ass for a change."

Jamie grins even though tears are falling down her face. "It's a nice change, I think."

"Yeah."

Ellen approaches. "Well...Yellow Eyed Demon might be dead. But a lot more got through that gate."

"How many, you think?" Dean turns to Sam and Jamie.

"Hundred. Maybe two hundred. It's an army. He's unleashed an army." Sam says quietly.

Jamie shakes her head. "It's not going to be pretty."

Bobby walks up. "Hope to hell you three are ready. 'Cause the war has just begun."

Andrew stands beside Bobby. "What do you say guys, Jace and I will take one half, you two take the other?"

Dean grins. "Well, then."

Sam, Jamie, Andrew, and Dean open the Impala's trunk. Dean throws the Colt inside and closes it. "We got work to do."

Epilogue

Jamie and Sam are sitting outside a motel in Jamie's pick up. Jamie and Andrew's bags are packed and sitting between Jamie and Sam.

"Demon blood? He fed you demon blood?"

"Yeah. Don't tell Dean. Please Jamie."

"You two and your secrets. And me in the middle." She looks at Sam. "Don't worry."

"What do you mean?"

Jamie looks down. "Andrew and I are leaving, Sam. We have all these demons to hunt down and cast back into hell…"

"You're worried you won't ever see him again." Sam guessed. He didn't look at his sister.

"I can't watch Dean die. I watched Mom die, Dad die, I watched you die, I cannot watch Dean die. And I can't sit here and just wait, knowing he's going to hell."

"He's not going to go to hell. We'll find a way to stop it."

"I don't think you can stop it, Sam."

"Jamie."

"I want to believe you can, but I can't. Something…something isn't right about this whole thing. " She sighed, letting her head drop back against the seat. "Did he say anything about me?"

"Just that he never got the chance to do the same to you. He said something protected you that night or something. He didn't say what, but he did say it was what gave you your powers."

"Is that why they all call me the one who got away?"

"I don't know."

She sighs closing her eyes and opening them again. "Man. And here I was hoping…"

"What?"

"I was hoping the explanation for what I could do would be simple, ya know? And it isn't. We thought I was like you. We thought that was the reason, and it's not. Whatever gave me these abilities is not the same thing that gave you yours. That scares the hell out of me, Sammy. If it's not because we're twins, and it's not because some demon did something to me, then what is it?"

"Hell if I know." Dean opened Jamie's door and looked at her. Andrew was standing on the other side next to Sam. "You two should probably get going. Start getting a jump on this."

"Dean." Jamie reached out and wrapped her arms around him. "Dean if…"

"Jamie. I know, alright? I know. I love you and I would have done the same damned thing if it had been you. I'll see you in a couple months, alright?"

"Alright." Jamie pulled away and wrapped her arms around Sam.

"I promise to watch his ass." Sam whispered into her ear, pulling her close.

"Don't get killed."

"I promise. You promise?"

"Yes."

"You keep my sister safe, you hear me AJ? Something happens to her and I will drag you to hell with me." Dean put his hand on Andrew's shoulder. Andrew nodded, hitting Dean's shoulder lightly.

"I got it covered, Deuce. See ya around." Dean nodded. Sam got out of the truck and shook Andrew's hand. "Sammy you watch Deuce's back, alright? And don't leave me and Jace out of the loop for too long. We'll hunt these black eyed sons of bitches and you find a way to save your brother."

"I'll try like hell." Andrew got into the truck and Sam turned back to him. "Andrew? Take care of yourself. You too, Jamie."

"We'll see ya." Andrew told him as Jamie started the engine. They pulled out unto the dirtroad and waved as they sped off. "Jace…what are ya thinkin?" he turned to his girlfriend who kept her eyes on the long winding trail.

"That we're making a mistake splitting up. God, Andrew…"

"Shh…it's okay. Do you want to go back?"

Jamie is silent for a long moment. Her blue eyes shift back and forth from the road ahead to the road behind her. "No. We can't go back. We have to do this. Don't let me forget we need to stock up on rock salt and water when we reach the nearest town."

"That's my girl."