Sam reached for the Colt and pulled it from it's metal sheath. The two circular sections surrounding the keyhole were now spinning very quickly. Sam stepped back unsure of what to expect. He tucked the Colt in the back of his pants and retrieved his .45 semi-automatic.
As he watched the doorway, he heard the rumble of a vehicle approaching. He turned to see a van pulling up directly in front of the main gate to the cemetery. Bobby and Ellen jumped out of the van just as the circular spinning sections of the lock ticked to a halt, sections aligning to form a perfect pentagram, a five point star.
Sam yelled "Did you get him??" at the exact same time that Bobby screamed "Sam, TAKE COVER!!!"
It sunk in, though. As the words left Bobby's lips, Sam dove behind the closest gravestone, just in time. Head over heels, he fell. Before his legs touched down, the crypt burst open, an evil cloud of billowing black smoke furiously pushed it's way out. Exploding outward, the cloud broke into wormlike fragments, jutting off in every imaginable direction.
"What is that?!?" Sam screamed over the cacophony the cloud seemed to be causing.
Ellen was crouching behind a headstone a few feet away, "That's a Devil's Gate! A damn door to Hell!" She stood, leaning into what seemed to be gale force winds. "We've got to close that gate!"
As soon as they were able, all three rushed from their hiding spots to try forcing the gate shut. As Bobby and Ellen reached the door, Sam hot on their heels, Sam was jerked backward through the air by some unseen force.
He landed on the ground, winded, but was not left there long. From somewhere unseen, the man with yellow eyes walked up to him, and as he raised his hand, Sam was lifted from the ground and brought to a standing position. His back was up against the only tree in the cemetery, and try as he might, he was not able to move any of his limbs or his head. The Colt dug into his back uncomfortably where his newest scar was.
"I'm proud of ya', Champ! I knew you had it in ya'." The Yellow Eyed man said. He came over to stand shoulder to shoulder with Sam, partially facing him, with the air of an old farmer having a conversation about the weather with his neighbor.
Sam struggled to pull his head away from the tree, growling and panting frustratedly as he used all his might to try. "Burn in Hell, you son of a bitch!"
The man pouted, mocking Sam. "Aww, now don't be like that. You and I are going to have a long, prosperous relationship." He turned and waived his hand at the Devil's Gate as if he were Vanna White showing a prize. "Our army is here, and now that you've killed Jake, it needs a commander."
Sam saw Bobby and Ellen continuing to struggle against the onslaught of Hell pouring from the gate.
"Our army? I'll have no part in this!" Sam said, still struggling against his invisible bonds, unable even to reach the Colt which was mere inches from his hands.
The man looked condescendingly at his prisoner. "Oh, and what else are you going to be doing? Driving around on a road trip with your troglodyte brother? Oh, wait. I forgot. He's dead." He paced back and forth slowly in front of Sam, pretending to be thinking. "Oh, or fighting evil with your father? Oh, wait. He's dead too."
As he listened, Sam's hatred of the Yellow Eyed Demon shown through every muscle in his face, his jaw clenched so tightly it was a wonder his teeth didn't shatter. But the Demon did not relent.
"Or going to dinner with your girlfriend and mommy?" He paused and looked Sam right in the eye. "No? Well, tell me, what exactly do you plan to do now that you're all alone in this big, bad world."
"I'm going to kill you." Sam tried to pull himself away from the tree again, in vain, to lash out at the man, snapping back to crack his head on the bark sharply.
The man jumped back mockingly and chuckled. "Oooh, I'm scared," he said as he showed Sam his hands shaking. "No, Sam. We're going to rule this world together, you and me. All this? This is just the beginning...beings more powerful than you could have ever imagined will be at your beck and call. All they need is a leader."
Sam followed the man's pacing with his eyes. "But why do you need me? If you are going to have all the power you ever wanted, why share it with me?"
The man stopped and looked at Sam straight. "Well, if you'd prefer I killed you..." He said, making a flicking motion with his hand.
Sam flinched, but nothing happened.
The Demon did not deter his gaze, he obviously hadn't intended to actually end Sam's life. He tilted his head a little and a smile bent the ends of his mouth up very slightly. "Truth be told, Sam, demons don't trust each other. And they don't work together all that well, either. I need someone on the outside, someone smart, and expertly trained...in all things 'demon'. Someone the army will view as fair." He paused, cocked his head, and squinted, almost in a wink. "I'll admit, I do need you. But I'll also tell you that if you don't want to be a part of this, I'll destroy you and everyone else you care about and move on to the next generation. They may not be as intuitive as you, but there is something to be said for compliance."
Sam looked to the ground, searching every crevasse of his mind for some way to get out of this. Something, anything, he had learned in his lifelong pursuit of this demon and all other evil. For the life of him, and the life his brother for that matter, he couldn't think of anything. That's it, Sam thought, remembering Dean.
Still facing the ground, Sam raised only his eyes to meet the Demon. "If I do this, what do I get?" he said, his features cold with steely resolve.
"Well, if you play nice," the man strode back over to stand opposite Sam, "You'll be royalty. The entire world, and all the demons in it, will bow at your feet. Interested?"
"Not really." Sam looked from the man to the ground and back again. "Doesn't look like I have much of a choice. But, if I agree, you have to get your friend Red to bring Dean back."
The Yellow Eyed man cocked his head again. "You must have me confused with 'Red'. I don't make deals. You're mine. Like it or not."
Sam smirked, "Maybe so, but for how long?" A sly grin appeared on his face. "You said it yourself, all the demons in the world will be under my control, and they don't trust each other, but they'll trust me. With all that power, you really think I won't find a way to kill you soon?"
"Oh, gee." The man feigned fear. "Did you really think I hadn't thought of that, Sam? A little slower than I gave you credit for. Every demon, creature, and anything else that's in this army is loyal to me above all. You try whatever you want to try, I guaranty, there will be hell to pay."
"Really?" Sam smirked again. "You mean to tell me that in all the years that you've been--is alive the right word?--you haven't created any enemies, not one single solitary transgression against another demon who would jump at the chance to get back at you?"
The man stuck out his lips as though thinking about Sam's question. "Nope." He moved within spitting distance of Sam's face. "Not that I've never made enemies, but there would be more consequences for them than you could ever imagine. Demons don't die, Sam; their torture would be eternal. A fact of which they are fully aware."
He paused, shaking a finger at Sam. "However," he resumed pacing in front of Sam. "If you agree to never even attempt any sort of little...coup...I might be willing to pull some strings."
Sam's heart lept. He wanted to shout 'DEAL!!' right there, but he knew he had to play cool, or the Demon would suspect what his plan really was. "You know, there's just one problem." He said solemnly.
The Demon gave him an inquisitive look.
"I don't trust you." Sam spat.
The man rolled his eyes in a frustrated expression. "What? I've never lied to you, Sam. What do you want? One of those cliche contracts signed with blood?"
"Sam!"