That had definitely hurt; trees were not something you wanted to fly into and Alec was definitely feeling it now. Even though he was conscious now, he still didn't move. He needed to know what was going on before he let the enemy know he was ready for another round. He could hear just fine and that's all he needed to get an idea of what was happening.

It was quiet except for some labored breathing a few feet away. It was Dean, he couldn't explain how he knew it, but he did. Dean was hurt, not only could he hear the labored breathing, but he could smell blood. Somewhere close to Dean there was someone moving around. It wasn't Sam; the footsteps were too close together, so he figured it was the Demon.

What he really wanted to do was go over there and save Dean before the Demon could do anything else. But instincts kicked in first. He didn't know how to kill a demon and he was obviously going to have a problem fighting this thing.

"Would you look at that! Sammy did it! I knew he had it in him," the Demon said in excitement.

Dean groaned, but he didn't answer so the Demon continued. "Would you like to know what happens next Dean?"

"Go to Hell," Dean spat back.

"Already been. You didn't answer my question, but I'll tell ya anyway. See that place where my Demons broke through the iron tracks?"

Instead of answering, Dean cried out in pain and Alec almost jumped up to help him, but Dean stopped after a moment.

"When I ask a question, I expect an answer, got it?"

"Got it," Dean answered through clenched teeth.

"Good. Now, we're going through there until we get to your brother. Then I'm going to congratulate my good little soldier."

"Why do you need me?" Dean asked.

"Excellent question Dean! I would just kill you right now, but there's some things that Sammy needs to do and you are the motivation."

At least that gave Alec some time to come up with a plan. He'd been afraid that the Demon was just going to kill Dean, but now he had a chance.

"Alright, let's get a move on," the Demon said and he must have hauled Dean to his feet because he cried out in pain.

Alec waited a few more seconds until the footsteps had disappeared completely before he even tried to move. He pushed himself to his feet, but was back on the ground a second later and his vision was swimming. He should have taken stock of his injuries before he tried standing. He'd definitely hit his head, probably the worst injury he could have right now.

He pushed himself up again, but this time he went a lot slower and he stayed on his feet. He was swaying a little, but it was good enough for now.

A hand suddenly landed on his shoulder making him jump.

"Easy kid…You alright?" Bobby asked and he kept his hand on Alec's shoulder to keep him steady.

"I'm fine," Alec answered, but he didn't shrug off Bobby's help.

"Do you know what happened?" Ellen asked as she walked up beside Bobby.

"Sam's off in the cemetery I guess and the Demon just took Dean in there…" Alec tried to remember everything he heard, but his brain felt sluggish and it took him a minute.

"Anything else?" Bobby asked.

Alec rubbed his head and thought for a moment, "…Dean's hurt, I know that for sure."

"How bad?" Bobby quickly asked.

Alec shook his head, "I don't know…he was bleeding…"

Bobby nodded slowly, "Alright…you did good…"

Alec looked up in surprise at Bobby's praise, but Bobby just shrugged back in embarrassment.

"We need to get to that cemetery and fast," Ellen said. "A damn Devil's Gate has been opened and we need to close it. Now!"

Alec took a breath to say that he could run there and get there faster, but Bobby cut him off, "Don't even think about it."

"Do you have a better idea?" Alec asked stubbornly.

"Better than suicide? Yeah I think so," Bobby sarcastically replied.

Alec rolled his eyes but he didn't argue with the older man. The three of them took off to follow the Demon.

Dean struggled to keep up with Yellow-Eyes' fast pace. There were three deep slashes across his chest that were bleeding pretty badly. He'd already lost a lot of blood back at the car and he really needed to put some pressure on them.

But he needed to get to Sam more than he needed to take care of himself. Sam had opened a Devil's Gate and now demons were pouring out of it. Sam should have just let him die; he wasn't worth the world ending, but Sam wouldn't do it.

"There he is! My champion!" Yellow-Eyes suddenly exclaimed and Dean saw that Sam was standing by the mausoleum a few feet away.

"Dean?" Sam breathed out in concern.

"Don't worry about him," Yellow-Eyes said offhandedly. "Let's talk about what you've got to do next."

"No. I did what you said, now let Dean go," Sam said with determination.

"Sam, Sam, Sam…you should have known that wasn't going to be the end of things."

White-hot pain shot across Dean's chest and he couldn't hold in his cry of pain as he fell to his knees.

"Stop!" Sam shouted and Dean could just barely hear a click of a gun.

The pain stopped and Dean opened his eyes to see Sam pointing the Colt at Yellow-Eyes.

"Take your best shot Sammy. Make sure you don't miss, you've only got one chance…"

C'mon Sam, take the shot. Dean couldn't help but think.

Sam hesitated for just a second, but it was long enough for Yellow-Eyes to make his move. He Jedi-forced the Colt into his hand and then slammed Sam's head against a tombstone. Sam crumpled to the ground and Dean wished more than anything that he could do something.

"You Winchesters…always making things difficult…" Yellow-Eyes turned and pointed the Colt at Dean.

Dean just glared back; there was nothing else he could do.

Alec suddenly came out of nowhere and tackled the Demon. Yellow-Eyes was caught off guard and the Colt went flying out of his grasp.

Bobby and Ellen ran by and went to mausoleum doors and started to push against them.

Dean had to blink a few times to get rid of the black spots in his vision, but then he looked around for some way that he could help. He couldn't do much, but doing something would be better than just sitting there.

Dean finally saw the Colt lying a few feet away from him. He had to crawl over to it, but he was close to it a few seconds later. He grabbed the gun and turned to look for where Yellow-Eyes was. He looked up just in time to see Alec get tossed again and slam into the side of a tombstone.

Yellow-Eyes turned to face him once Alec was out and walked forward. Dean kept the gun low so the Demon couldn't see it.

"That kid's quiet, I'll give him that," Yellow-Eyes said after a moment. "But he's got a lot to learn about Demons…"

Dean didn't let him go any further. He raised the Colt and fired right into Yellow-Eyes' heart. The Demon looked at him in shock before he kind of zapped in and out and then fell to the ground dead.

Dean sank back in shocked relief at having finally killed the Demon that had killed his Mom and turned his life upside down. He finally finished it and now he felt a peace settle over him that he'd never felt before.

Having done what he'd been working at his entire life, he could now die in peace.

His vision slowly went black and he fell back in unconsciousness.

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