A/N: Last episode and the conclusion. I own nothing.

S2 EP23 ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE 2

Bridget had felt this cold and lifeless once in her life. That heavy feeling of nothingness that seemed to linger in every inch of her being. The void in the pit of her soul that burnt with a cold fire, ripping at her very core. With all of that she felt nothing, like an empty vessel. As lifeless as Sam Winchester's body that lay on the mattress the room she sat in with Dean, neither saying anything to the other as they stared at his body as if willing him to live. If she hadn't known about the fatal stab wound in his back she'd have mistaken him for sleeping. But they both knew he wasn't. They both knew Sam would never wake up again.

A knock on the door and Bobby walking in broke the record breaking silence between the two. He set a bucket of chicken on the table in the room, "Brought you guys some dinner."

She gave him a weak smile that felt out of place on her face and must have looked it since Bobby shoved his hands in his pockets and looked away from her with a twitch of his mouth.

"No thanks," Dean replied in a monotone. "Not hungry."

Bridget felt she would have made a joke but couldn't find that light part in her that let her do that. "Neither am I," she managed though it sounded thick to her.

"You guys should eat something," Bobby said.

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

Bobby sighed. "I hate to bring this up…but we should…we should bury Sam."

"No," Dean said gruffily.

"We could…" he trailed off and Bridget knew what was coming.

"What?" Dean spun towards him. "Burn him," he shook his head looking back at Sam. "Not yet."

"Come with me. Both of you," Bobby pleaded.

Bridget turned her head to see the concerned look on Bobby's face. One she could remember her own father getting in the past when he was worried about her for some unknown reason.

"No, I'm not going anywhere," Dean replied.

"Please," he begged.

"Cut me some slack," Dean growled.

"I could use your guys help," Bobby explained.

"With what?" Bridget asked.

"Something's going on. Something big. End of the world big."

"Then let it end!" Dean screamed, causing Bridget to jump and stare at him wide eyed.

"Dean…" Bridget said his name carefully.

"You don't mean that," Bobby shook his head.

"You don't think so? Huh? You don't think I've given enough? You don't think I've paid enough? You don't think me and Bridget have lost 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," he growled.

Bobby had tears in his eyes and Dean calmed down. "I'm sorry…just go," he turned to Bridget. "Go with him, Bridge."

She shook her head and reached for his hand. Dean jerked away from her staring at the floor, tears in his eyes. "Please, Bridge. Not now. Just go with Bobby. Please…I'll meet you there."

She bit her lower lip and nodded. "Call me, Dean…and don't be long." She turned to leave but paused and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his shoulder. "Don't do anything stupid. You're all I have left. I need you, Dean."

She kissed his cheek and with one last look at Sam she left with Bobby praying for her brother and Will to watch out for Dean while she wasn't there.

"Half vanilla creamer just the way you like it," Bobby set a cup of coffee down in front of her. She felt bad for hardly speaking at all in the truck to him but with Sam dead and now Dean alone to his thoughts she was worried. She twisted the ring back and forth on her necklace staring at the cup.

"You tryin' to get the spoon to spin in the cup," he teased.

She smiled a little and stared at the spoon, it slowly began to move around the cup.

"I'll be damned," Bobby snorted. "Here I was jokin'."

She stopped the spoon and took a drink. "I know."

"It'll be okay, Bridge…"

She stayed silent having nothing to add to that.

Bobby sighed. "I'm gonna go shower then I'll show you the stuff I got on what I was talkin' about. Help yourself to the food in the fridge."

She nodded her head and he patted her arm. She turned the pages of her regular drawing book, pausing at a drawing of Dean and wondering what he was up to. It had been over an hour and not a word from him. Her phone was silent and calling him would be pointless since she knew he wouldn't answer. She wished John were still around. He would have known what to do and she could almost bet he'd have been smarter than they were and have killed that son of a bitch before he got near Sam. He'd been good at that. Always one step ahead. It was what she admired about him and why she had been attracted to him to start.

She turned the pages and stopped at one of him with a rare smile that she had caught one day and sketched into eternity. No one but herself and John had even known about their brief romance. It wasn't even a romance as it was encounters that happened when she went hunting with him alone, Dean having been sent off on minor cases. It happened during a Wendigo case in the hotel room after they got back, both running on adrenaline. She was looking over plans on a desk and he came up behind her. She turned her head to tell him about the other lair she thought there was and her face came close to his. Then their instinct took over. It had only happened a few times and had stopped way before she met Sam. She winced inwardly at the thought of Sam as she turned the page to a drawing of him sleeping.

She traced it with her finger. It was after he had fallen asleep and she was still awake. He had looked so peaceful, so innocent as he was trapped looking forever now in death. Tears brimmed her eyes and she closed the book feeling suddenly cold.

Bridget stood up from the table and stepped out back, zombie like almost as the sunset in the distance. She rubbed at her arms, feeling cold though it was nowhere near chilly. But nothing could warm her no matter how many sweaters she wore or how many blankets she used. The cold was inside her, freezing her insides and leaving a void deeper than the one that had been there before. Sam had fixed what had been broken inside her, filled the emptiness she had for so long…and now he was gone, ripped away from her by that bastard. He was lying dead on a mattress…and she never forgave him, she never told him everything was okay between them…now it was too late.

Her anger boiled over and she yelled, kicking at the door of a broken old car with her foot as hard as she could before picking up a piece of metal from the ground and smashing the car with it until it snapped. She slammed her hand against the window breaking it and hitting it over and over with her feet and hands and the rest of the metal pipe until she stood there panting, hair in her face. She looked up at the sky.

"WHY!" she yelled to whoever was listening out there. "WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU? WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS? WHY!" she took a deep breath and felt it hitch in her chest from her tears. "You took EVERYONE! My parents, my brother, my nephew…you took Will…and John…and…and you took Sam! WHY!" The pole slipped from her fingers and she hung her head. "I hate you…" she whispered. "I HATE YOU!" She fell to her knees crying, a hand on her face, barely noticing her left one was bleeding from hitting the window.

She felt hands on her shoulders and looked up through her tears to see Bobby. He rubbed at her shoulder. "Come on, hun…let's get you inside. Fix that hand of yours…"

She nodded numbly, standing to her feet, Bobby kept his hand around her shoulders. She paused a minute and held a hand up to Bobby as she moved a few feet and bent over becoming sick between two other cars. Once she was done she wiped at her mouth and followed Bobby inside, sitting in a chair as Bobby took out his med kit.

He cleaned the wounds with peroxide and looked at them. "I think you're lucky, not a whole lotta stitches needed. The car seems to be in worse shape."

She knew he was joking but smiling seemed impossible. "Where's Dean?"

"I don't know…"

"Thanks…thanks for letting me come back here…"

"It'll be okay, Bridge…"

She shook her head, feeling the tears brim her eyes as Bobby finished wrapping her hand up. "I don't see how this could be okay…he's gone." She was crying then and Bobby moved his chair to sit next to her, putting an arm around her as she sobbed for the first time in a long time from true heart ache. He held her close and she leaned her head into his shoulder. "He was my family, he was my best friend and he's gone."

"I know, hun. I know…"

The two just sat there as the sky outside darkened and Bridget's necklace warmed around her neck. She had a feeling the worst wasn't over and her feelings were always right.

A few hours later a knock on the door proved her intuition was right. Bridget was in the living room with a beer in her hand staring at the television blankly not paying attention to anything that was on. It could be a blank screen for all she cared. Her necklace became warm for a second. She touched it wondering if she had imagined it or not. It wasn't warm now, just a regular ring. She frowned and stood, putting her beer on the table as she heard Bobby answer the door then heard Dean's voice. She peered around the corner and her mouth fell open. Sam stood there with Dean in perfect health. She rubbed at her eyes but he was still there and she knew she wasn't asleep. She tried to keep the shock from her face since she doubted Sam remembered being dead.

"Hey guys," Sam smiled stepping in. "Sorry we're late."

Bridget shared a look with Bobby then glanced at Dean who looked at her pleadingly. She was right. Sam had no idea. "Its ok…good to see you up and around."

"No kiddin'," Bobby mumbled.

"Yup, Sam's better so what have we got," Dean asked stepping into the living room where books and papers were piled on a desk.

"I found something," Bobby pushed some papers aside to show a map. "Just not sure what it means."

Sam frowned, "What is that?"

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

"Wyoming?" Dean frowned.

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

"As if what?" Sam asked. Bridget finished her beer in one big swallow unable to stand the fact Sam was alive and Dean was hiding it meaning he did something stupid.

"The demons are surrounding it."

"But you don't know why?"

"No, Bridget's looked at too."

"Yup and my head is swimming. Sam why don't you and Bobby look at it while I talk to Dean real quick and get another beer because I'm really needing one," Bridget offered with a smile.

"Yeah, good idea," Sam nodded already intrigued with the maps.

Bridget couldn't help slamming the door open as Dean followed her. She took a few steps running her hands through her hair before spinning around to confront him and shoving him. "You stupid asshole, what did you do?"

Dean staggered with the unsuspecting shove but caught himself. He said nothing.

That succeeded in making her angrier. "Dammit you made a deal. How long?" when he didn't reply she pushed him again. "How long Dean?"

"One year…"

Tears came to her eyes, "Oh my God…Dean…"

"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?"

"You have everything to lose, moron! Your dad gave his life for you."

"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."

"Your life meant something to me. And your dad was supposed to do that, Dean, or I'd have ever drawn it…I didn't draw you doing this…don't you get it…he was supposed to die for you."

"I couldn't let him die, Bridge. I couldn't. He's my brother."

"And what about me and Sam now? Huh? You think we're gonna be able to keep everything together when you're gone, Dean? Do you!" she yelled furiously. "Jesus, did you even think at all? Your Dad gave up his life for you! Doesn't that mean anything to you? Do I mean anything?" she asked and realized the words that had come out of her mouth. She shook her head. "Guess it's too late to matter right? You made a deal with the devil and the rest of us have to live with the consequence after you're gone and I can tell you right now, it won't hold together." She walked off

"Bridget," he called after her and she the door as Bobby came out.

"That didn't go well," he mumbled.

"Did you think it would?" Bobby asked leaning in the doorway, having seen the whole scenario. "Are you that dense?"

"I thought she'd understand."

"Oh, she understands all right. She understands you're a moron and a selfish one at that," he said and Dean looked at him with a frown. "You know Sam will be pissed when he figures it out too. You're his brother, he's not gonna stand back and let 'em have you. He'll fight till it kills 'em, they both will. And, God forbid, if they can't get you out of this contract and you do die, they'll fall apart without you."

"They'll be fine, Bobby."

He shook his head, "You forget, I saw 'em after you were dyin' in the hospital a year ago. Sam was a wreck and Bridget was hanging by threads. If you'd have died then I can tell you those two wouldn't have lasted, least not together, they'd have separated. And Sam would be hell bent on getting; even, even if it killed him. And that same thing will happen a year from now if it goes the way the contract says. Sam will kill anything and everything and Bridget will turn into a cold hearted bitch or lose herself completely."

"She's too strong for that."

Bobby sighed, "You weren't here with her earlier. Sure, she was upset over Sam's death…but she clung to the thought that she had you because you're her best friend, Dean, and you're really dumb if you didn't know that."

"I'm gonna go talk to her real quick…"

"She's in the back…be careful. There's a lot of sharp blunt objects. She might kill you before it's your time."

Dean sighed and went into the backyard where she sat on the back of a pick up truck. He sat next to her with a sigh, "I should have told you…but you'd have stopped me."

"Damn right I would have…its been you and me for a long time. I could get used to that eve though I'd have missed Sam, but I had you…"

Dean brushed the hair from her face tucking it behind her ear. "I didn't mean to hurt you by doing this, Bridge, you know I never want to hurt you."

"Yeah, but you signing your life away is a pretty good way to leave a gash," she said.

"I had to save Sam…you know if you were able to do it for Derek you would…"

She nodded, "First thought, yeah I would…but I know Derek wouldn't have wanted me to if it meant I had to die in a year. He'd die with me, which is exactly what I think these demons are hoping because Sam cannot live without you and then I lose everything, Dean."

"It'll be okay."

She nodded wiping the tears from her eyes, "You bet your ass it will because I'm going to do everything in my power and beyond it to break this deal. I'll hone in these stupid gifts if I have to just to get the pictures to figure it out. I won't let them have you, I won't because I can't lose you," tears fell freely from her eyes. "I lost Will…that was enough."

Dean pulled her close and she buried her face in his shoulder. "It'll be okay…"

Bridget's necklace grew warm and they both felt it, freezing for a moment. "Bridge…there's someone in the junkyard…" Dean said quietly. Bridget slowly slid off the truck following close behind Dean as they snuck up on the intruder. Dean grabbed the person and spun them around. Both their eyes widened.

"Ellen!" Bridget gasped and hugged her. "Oh my God."

"Never thought I'd be happy to see a Winchester," She smiled shakily at Dean.

They let her inside where she sat at the table and Bobby poured her a shot of Holy Water.

"Is this necessary?" she asked dully.

"Just holy water, shouldn't hurt," he reminded her.

She sighed and downed it with no problem. "Can I get whiskey now, please?"

"Ellen, what happened? How'd you get out?" Bridget asked. The place had been burnt to the ground with no signs of life.

"I wasn't supposed to. I was supposed to be in there with everybody else," she shook her head. "But we ran out of pretzels, of all things. It was just dumb luck," she took a gulp of her whiskey. "Anyway, that's when Ash called. Panic in his voice. 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." Tears filled her eyes. "A lot of good people died in there. And I lived. Lucky me…"

"You mentioned a safe?" Bobby questioned.

"A hidden safe we keep in the basement," she pulled out a map with several x's and lines across it.

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

"I think I got an idea," Bobby said and grabbed a large book flipping through the pages. "I don't believe it."

"What? You got something?" Sam asked.

"A lot more than that. Each of these x's is an abandoned frontier church- all mid 19th century. And all of them built by Samuel Colt," he pointed at the map.

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

"Yep. And there's more. He built private railway lines," he pointed at the lines. "connecting church to church. It just happens to lay out like this." He drew them together making a star.

"Tell me that's not what I think it is?" Sam said.

"A Devil's Trap…"

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

Ellen shook her head, "I've never heard of anything that massive."

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

"Definitely," Sam nodded.

"How do you know?" Dean asked.

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

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

"Why?" Ellen asked. "What's inside?"

Dean held up his hand, "That's what I've been looking for. 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 Colt trying to protect?" Sam brought up.

"Well…unless…" Bridget pondered.

"Unless what?" Bobby asked.

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

Ellen exhaled loudly. "Well that's a comforting thought."

"Seriously," Dean mumbled.

"Could they do it, Bobby? Could they get inside?" Bridget asked.

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

"No…but I know who could," Sam said.

Going to the cemetery wasn't a bad idea. Though she pushed the thought that Sam should be buried in one and Dean would be in a year out of her head. They had a job to do and she wasn't disappointed as Jake walked into the cemetery. Bridget pointed her gun at him stepping out from behind the tomb she ducked behind.

"Hi there, Jake?" The boy stopped stunned. "Remember me? I'm the one that shot you in the arm?" she sighed as she saw his arm was fine. "Hmm…looks like I didn't do a good job." She removed the safety from her gun. "I should fix that."

"Bridget, be nice," Sam said stepping next to her from his spot.

"Do I have to?"

"Please…after all he didn't stab you so it's kinda not fair."

She pouted, "Fine."

Sam got a reaction out of Jake. "Wait...you were dead. I killed you."

"Next time do a better job," he said.

"I did! I cut clean through your spinal cord, man," Jake glanced at Dean. "You were dead."

"Calm down there, son," Bobby warned him.

"And if I don't."

"Wait and see," Sam smiled.

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

"It's a thought," he shrugged.

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

"I won't make that mistake twice," he shook his head.

Jake laughed and Bridget's necklace vibrated against her neck.

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

He looked at Ellen. "Hey lady, put that gun to your head."

Unable to control herself Ellen did so and Jake grinned. "See that Ava girl was right. Once you give in to it, there's all sorts of new Jedi mind tricks you can learn."

"Let her go," Sam warned, gun pointed at him.

"You'll be mopping up skull before you get a shot off…everybody put your guns down."

They did so and Jake smiled taking the Colt out of his pocket. Dean and Bobby moved fast, knocking Ellen over before she could pull the trigger. At the same time, Sam shot Jake four times sending him to the ground.

Jake gasped as Sam stood over him and Bridget watched in cold disbelief. "Please...don't. Please." She jumped as Sam shot him twice more until he was dead.

The engravings on the large tomb suddenly began to spin. Bridget's ecklace vibrated harder whatever it was, it was bad.

"Oh no…" Bobby mumbled.

"What is it?"

"It's hell. Take cover!"

Dean grabbed the Colt and grabbed Bridget's hand pulling her down next to him and holding her close, covering her head. The wind blew hard as the doors burst open and lights shot out in every directions as demons were let loose. It calmed down and Dean looked over at Bobby. "What the hell just happened?"

"That's a devil's gate. A damn door to hell," Ellen said. "We gotta close it."

Dean pulled out the Colt, "If the demon gave this to Jake...then maybe..."

Yellow Eyes seemed to appear out f nowhere in front of them and the colt flew to his hand. Bridget and Dean got to their feet staring him down.

"Little boys shouldn't play with Daddy's gun," he smiled and splayed his other hand out. Dean went flying through the air crashing into a tombstone unconscious.

"Dean!" Bridget yelled as she saw the blood. Sam was first to move to him until he was pinned into a tree. Bridget stood there alone facing Yellow Eyes, her heart pounding in her throat unable to move.

"I'll get to you in a minute, Bridge," he promised her, paralyzing Dean where he lay, his attention on him. "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 laughed. "Now, I wasn't counting on that, Bridget never fell for that for her brother or Will, and she still won't consider it because she knows better. She knows its unnatural, which is too bad. I'd have liked Derek on my side. Just like I liked Sam better than Jake, anyhow. Tell me-have you ever heard the expression, "If a deal sounds too good to be true, it probably is?"

"You call that a deal?" he asked.

"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, Bridge? I saw you were scared and shocked by it." He focused on her. "How certain are you that what Dean brought back, is 100% pure Sam? I mean you seem to be the smart one…it's why you never made a deal…you knew your brother and fiancé were better off dead…smart girl. Not so smart Dean though." He shook his head at Dean. "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."

Bridget's necklace pulsed against her, twice. She felt dizzy from it and noticed shapes forming behind Yellow Eyes. Two tall figures forming in a light. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw one form into John. He grabbed Yellow Eyes from behind and pulled the smokey form from the possessed body. It fell to the ground still holding the gun and Dean lunged for it, taking it from the dead hand just as the other form came into shape helping John out. Bridget couldn't breathe. It was Derek. He helped John throw the smoke demon back into the body. Yellow Eyes stood up in time for Dean to get a shot off, hitting him directly in the head. Electricity seemed to break from his dead eyes and mouth as he collapsed dead.

John smiled at the three of them touching his son's shoulders and nodding at Bridget. They all had tears in their eyes but Bridget's spilled over as Derek touched shoulder then ruffled her hair to get her to chuckle. He smiled at that then touched her necklace giving her a look. She nodded. "I know you're there…you're always there." He nodded his head and looked at Dean pointing at Bridget and gesturing with his other hand that he was watching him. He gave Dean a smile and just nodded at Sam with a semi grim look that Bridget didn't understand but his last smile at her was genuine. The two stepped back, giving each other a fist bump and disappeared into a bright light.

"Where do you think they went?" Dean asked.

"A better place…" she smiled. "A much better place…"

"Think we'll see them again?" Sam asked.

She shrugged and touched her necklace knowing Derek would always be there. "Maybe…"

Dean stood over the demons body. "Well, check that off the to-do list."

"You did it," Bridget patted him on the back.

"Not alone."

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

"The door was open...but Derek was never there," Dean looked at Bridget.

"No…Derek came for John. He came to take John with him."

They nodded accepting that. "I kind of can't believe it, Dean. I mean...our whole lives, everything...has been prepping for this, and now I..." Sam chuckled. "I don't know what to say."

"I do," Dean leaned closer to the body. "That was for our mom...you son of a bitch."

"Let's get to the car," Bridget sighed and started walking.

"You know, when Jake saw me...it was like he saw a ghost," Sam said as they neared the Impala. "I mean, hell, you heard guys heard him. He said he killed me."

"I'm glad he was wrong," Dean said. Bridget just pressed her lips tightly together.

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

"I already told you."

"Not everything," Sam said.

"Sam, we just killed the demon. Can we celebrate for a minute?"

"Did I die?"

"Oh come on!"

"Did you sell your soul like dad did?"

"No!"

"Dean," Bridget said sternly grabbing his arm. "Tell him the truth."

Sam had tears in his eyes. "How long, Dean?"

"One year," he sighed. "I got a 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?"

"What?" Dean asked.

"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. Guess I gotta save your ass for a change."

"Don't count me out of it. I haven't saved his ass in awhile…not since prison," Bridget joked.

Ellen approached them at the Impala. "Well...Yellow Eyed Demon might be dead. But a lot more got through that gate"

"How many, you think?" Dean asked.

"Hundred. Maybe two hundred. It's an army. He's unleashed an army," Bridget guessed.

"Hope to hell you kids are ready. 'Cause the war has just begun," Bobby told them.

"Well then," Dean smiled throwing the Colt inside the trunk with a smile. "We got work to do."

END OF SEASON 2

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