Sam, Dean, Bobby, and Ruby all stared down at the ordinary items that they had piled on the pink bed. They had relocated to the girl's upstairs bedroom in order to get out of the wreckage of the dining room…and because it was hard to concentrate with Sam's dead body in the room. They needed to focus on formulating a plan to defeat all of Lilith's followers, and that wasn't going to be any small task. Unfortunately there were no guns in the house because, ironically, the family that lived there didn't believe in violence. Therefore, any plan they might make had to be very, very creative.

"Alright…I've changed my mind." Ruby said slowly, looking at all of the items that were spread out on the bed, "We're screwed."

"Not…necessarily." Sam protested.

Ruby raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms over her chest. "Really? Well then, Sam, you explain to me how we are going to kill anything with…" she looked down at the heap, "Colorful sidewalk chalk?"

"Devils Traps." Dean said. "Obviously."

Ruby rolled her eyes. "Okay fine, that one makes since, I guess. But a toaster?"

Sam winced. "Well…I—"

"You've finally gone insane, haven't you? Hit your head one too many times?"

"No!" Sam defended himself. "No! We can use that, I swear."

"To do what, feed them burned toast? Oh God, Sam, they'll be terrified—"

"Would you just listen to me?" Sam said hotly, ignoring the growing smile on Dean's face, "We're stuck in this house, aren't we? I figured we might as well…change things to our advantage."

"Like what, we feed them toast so that they like us and leave?"

"Damn it, Ruby, this has nothing to do with toast!" Sam fumed. "I thought we could flood the kitchen or some other room and then plug that in and drop it in the water."

Dean shrugged. "That would stop them."

"Exactly." Sam said, throwing his arms up into the air.

Ruby smirked. "Okay, Sam…if you say so." she moved on to the next item. "A pressurized water hose?"

Bobby grinned. "It was down in the basement…I figured we can mix the water with a little holy water I've got left and shoot that at the demons…you know, all pressurized."

Ruby paused. "This is crazy…" she trailed off. "By the way, isn't the family that lives here still hiding somewhere?"

"Yep, they're in the basement." Bobby said.

"And you left them there?" Sam asked incredulously.

"I explained what was going on and they freaked and the guy started waving an ax at me…" he shrugged. "So I told them that they could stay there if they wanted…and I made a circle of salt and dust on the floor and told them to stay inside of it if they wanted to live."

"You left them down there defenseless?" Sam protested.

"Of course not!" Bobby said, "I let the guy keep his ax."

"Right." Ruby said, "Moving on…" she looked back at the pile, "Is that…a bottle of shampoo?"

"Yes." Sam hissed, grinding his teeth.

Dean snorted, and Sam shot him a glare. "Sorry Sam." He said, trying not to smile.

"And why—"

"It's just an example of what we could use for an idea that I had…of course the best stuff would probably be in the kitchen."

"Like what?"

"Peanut butter, spaghetti sauce, ketchup, all household cleaners—"

"You want to kill a demon with peanut butter?"

Sam sighed, trying to remain calm. "We can coat the stairs with those things…so that if the demons try to use them they'll have a hard time getting traction…it'll slow them down."

Ruby stared at him and raised one perfectly shaped eyebrow in disbelief. "Have you totally lost your mind?"

Sam ran a hand through his hair, trying to think of a way to explain it to her. "Look, we're completely outnumbered, and the only way we're going to get through this is if…" he trailed off, Ruby was still looking at him condescendingly. He decided to try a different approach. "Ruby…have you ever watched Home Alone?"

Dean's head jerked up and his eyes widened. "Home Alone?"

"Yeah. Home Alone."

A smile slowly crept across Dean's face as the idea sunk in. "That—that makes sense, Sam…"

Sam shook his head, "You sound surprised."

"Well, for a moment there you did sound like you'd hit your head one too many times…"

"What the hell is Home Alone?" Ruby interrupted. "Is it a code name for something?"

"No…" Bobby said, "It's a Christmas movie…geared toward families."

Ruby shook her head. "Tell me you're joking…"

Fifteen Minutes Later…

"This is insane." Ruby said simply.

"Would you stop saying that?" Dean said, glaring at her, "Nobody cares what you think."

"Besides," Sam said, "Everything's in place…now we can only wait until the demons try to come inside."

"Are…are you…sure…they're coming in?" Mrs. Fremont whimpered, holding her daughter close.

Sam glanced over at the three people huddled together on the bed. The family had finally agreed to come up from the basement—but only after Ruby had gone down and graphically described many creative ways that the demons could kill them.

Dean nodded. "They're not just going to stand around forever." He said.

"But why haven't they attacked yet?" Mr. Fremont demanded. "I mean…why wait? They could have killed us a long time ago."

"They're waiting until they all get here." Bobby said flatly. "So that they'll have a greater chance of killing us."

The woman's eyes narrowed in confusion. "B-but…why? What are they afraid of?"

Ruby grinned darkly and clapped Sam on the shoulder. "Sammy here…they pretty much think he's the Anti-Christ…figuratively speaking, of course."

Sam glared at her and shrugged her off.

The man stared at Sam. "Is he?"

"Nope…" Ruby said. "He's about as scary as a teddy bear...we're all doomed."

"Ruby…" Dean growled.

"Oh dear, was I being pessimistic again?" Ruby said, smiling. "I'm so sorry…I'll be quiet now and let you live the last few moments of your pathetic existence in peace."

For a moment there was only silence, but then Dean looked up, suddenly curious. "Bobby...how far in the future are you two from, anyway?"

"They're from the future?" James said, disbelief evident in his voice. "That's impossible."

Ruby rolled her eyes. "Haven't you been listening?" she said coolly, "Try to keep up, will you? Yes, Bobby and I are from the future, yes, demons are really real, and no, Santa Claus doesn't exist."

The little girl's eyes widened. "He doesn't?!" she exclaimed, horrified.

"No." Ruby said, "He doesn't. You know the jolly old man you see at the mall each Christmas? Well, that's just a pedophile in a bad costume." She grinned, "And now that I have shined some light on all three of your insignificant lives, would you please just shut up?"

"Just answer my question." Dean said testily.

Bobby leaned back against the wall. "About twelve hours."

Sam's eyes widened. "What? That's it?"

Ruby shrugged. "Yeah…you were very pushy."

"Twelve hours?" Dean said disbelievingly, "Do you mean to say that Sam figured out how to use his powers and travel backwards in time only twelve hours after I died?"

"Yep." Bobby said, "And that was after he defeated several hundred demons by himself…"

"What?!" Sam and Dean gasped simultaneously.

Helen look up questioningly. "So…if he did that before…why doesn't he just do it again?"

"Because he's dead." Ruby said simply.

"Oh." The woman said. There was a small pause during which her brain started working, "But he doesn't look dead—"

"Look, would you just stop asking questions?" Ruby interrupted irritably.

"Guys!" Bobby said urgently, his voice hushed. He was peering out the window down into the yard, "They're moving!"

Everyone tensed.

Sam jumped to his feet and motioned the family toward a closet. "Alright, just hide in here and remember everything we're discussed."

The man nodded. "If they find us…we shoot them with this gun." He said, holding up the Colt. "But there are only a few bullets left, so we can't miss."

"And?" Sam prompted.

"We shouldn't make a sound or try to be heroic?"

"Right. That's good. Now just stay here—"

"I've got my teddy." the girl whispered, holding up a worn stuffed bear that was missing a glass eye and had obviously been loved over the years. "He'll protect us."

Sam smiled sadly. "Yeah…he will. You keep a good hold on him."

"Kay." The girl said, hugging the bear to her chest.

"Everything's going to be fine." He said, giving them what he hoped was a reassuring smile before he shut the door. He moved back into the middle of the floor, where the others were quickly grabbing their equipment.

"What I want to know…" Dean murmured, "Is why these people don't own a single gun. I mean…who doesn't have guns these days?"

"A lot of people, Dean." Bobby replied.

Dean shook his head. "But what happens if someone breaks in?"

"They call the police." Bobby said with a small smile. "You boys be careful, now."

"Yeah…you too, Bobby." Sam said softly.

Ruby rolled her eyes. "I'll be careful too." she said, "But by all means don't bother worrying about me."

Bobby shot her a grin.

Without another word, all four of them snuck out into the hallway. It was completely dark aside from the soft glow of the television downstairs. The upstairs hall was empty, and all the bedroom doors were still closed.

Dean tapped Sam on the shoulder and then motioned for him to watch his back. Sam nodded and kept a look out as Dean slowly crept towards the banister and peered through the wooden bars.

He breathed in. Demons had crowded into every available square inch of space downstairs—and every eye was fixed upwards on him. They snarled.

He squared his shoulders and then turned to his brother, "Now." He whispered.

Sam nodded and pressed a button on the remote he held ready in his hand. The family's stereo system instantly switched on with a deafening chord of music as a radio station blared from the speakers at the highest volume setting.

The demons all jumped back in surprise, and they involuntarily glanced toward the source of the sound.

While they were distracted Sam hurriedly tossed the toaster over the banister—a long extension cord allowed it to fall freely, and it landed in the flooded downstairs area with a splash.

Electricity instantly crackled through the flooded rooms, and the demons shrieked in pain and hurriedly scrambled to get out of the water as electricity jolted through their bodies. Without giving them a second to recover, Bobby quickly dumped a huge bucket of boiling grease over the banister, and demons hissed in pain and fury as it smoked and sizzled on their skin.

By now some of them had reached the wooden stairs—which Sam had greased with every slippery condiment and household cleaner he could find. The first couple demons only made it to the third stair before falling backwards into the water again. Many of them couldn't move at all because of the Devils Traps that Dean had drawn on the ceiling in several locations, and therefore they were helpless to escape the powerful shocks racing through their bodies.

Bobby reached out and tapped Sam on the shoulder to get his attention. "I'll be right back!" he yelled over the music, and then turned and darted into one of the rooms.

Sam turned his attention back to the demons and frowned. Despite everything, several of them had made it to the stairs and kept climbing, and they slowly neared the top, their eyes glinting menacingly.

He and Dean hurriedly grabbed onto the large dresser that they had pulled out of the master bedroom and pushed it a couple more feet across the floor until it careened loudly down the staircase, crushing everyone in its path.

Ruby stepped forward to where the brothers were standing, an object with a lit fuse held tightly in her hand.

"Ruby—what the hell is that?!" Sam shouted at her over the music.

She grinned at him. "Oh, this little thing?" she shouted back, "I found it in the basement." She waited a few more seconds before heaving the object toward the area where the most demons had gathered.

Sam's eyes widened, and he grabbed onto his brother's jacket and roughly pulled him down to the ground just as a deafening bang shook the house.

Dean looked up in time to see colorful blue sparks going off in multiple directions. "Damn it, Ruby!" he shouted, "You're not supposed to set off fireworks in the damn house! Are you trying to kill us?!"

Ruby just grinned as she lit another fuse and threw the second firework over the rail. "Well, not you, but that's the idea."

Another explosion went off, and without even waiting to look at what damage it had caused Dean leapt to his feet and pulled Sam back into the little girl's bedroom. Ruby followed them and slammed the door shut behind her.

"Escape time?" she questioned.

"Oh yeah." Dean replied. He hastily pulled open the closet door, revealing the family cowering in a corner. "Get up, we're leaving." He growled.

The smoke alarm went off loudly.

"What—what did you—" the man stuttered.

"Don't ask questions, just get up!" Dean said roughly. He looked around. "Where the hell is Bobby?"

"He—he was in here—" the woman said meekly, "But then he said something about demons getting in through the windows and ran out again—"

"Shit…" Dean muttered, running his hands over his face.

Sam ran to the window and threw it open. He looked down and gritted his teeth—demons were standing in the yard, glaring up at them. "We can't get out this way…they're waiting for us."

"I told you this stupid plan wasn't going to work." Ruby said, putting her hands on her hips, "But once again, no one listens to me…as usual. Why do I even waste my breath?"

"Shut-up, Ruby." Dean growled. "We just need a new plan."

"Isn't it a little late for that?" Ruby said grimly. As though to reinforce her words, demons started pounding on the bedroom door, trying to get in. They had poured salt and dust in front of the door, but it wasn't going to hold for long.

The little girl started sobbing and clutched tighter to her mother's leg. "Mommy…" she moaned.

"Sssshhhh…" the woman said softly, her hand shaking as she rubbed it over her daughter's hair to comfort her. "It's okay, sweetie."

Ruby frowned and looked back at Sam and Dean. "I'm sorry, but unless something drastic happens, we're all going to die."

"Well, let's make something drastic happen." Dean exclaimed.

"Like what?" Ruby said as the pounding increased. "We can't escape out the window and they're going to break down the door any second. There's nowhere for us to go—"

The door exploded inward and slammed against the wall.

For a moment nothing happened, and then one of the demons walked calmly into the room, a cruel smile on its face. Dean glared at it and stepped protectively in front of Sam.

Sam frowned. "Dean—"

"Take the family and get out of here, Sam." Dean said.

"No." Sam said forcefully, "Not without you."

The demon's smile widened—half of its face had been melted. "This ends now…" It hissed. "No more tricks."

Suddenly they all heard the sound of rushing water, and the demons in the hall started shrieking and crying out in pain as gallons of pressurized holy water slammed into them.

"Bobby…" Sam whispered, a small smile on his face.

A handful of demons managed to jump into the room beyond the reach of the spray, and they slammed the door shut behind them. Ruby turned around just in time to see several other demons climb in through the window. "Sam…"

"I see them." Sam said.

The demons all began stepping closer toward them, leaving no possible means of escape. The little girl's crying had become a constant whimper. "Close your eyes, baby." Her mother whimpered, turning her own head into her husband's shoulder.

Without wasting another second Sam lashed out at the nearest demon with his knife, severing right thorough its chest. He ripped the blade out, and before that demon had even hit the floor he slashed at another one—

Dean and Ruby attacked at the same time—he with a couple wicked kitchen knives, her with an ax. They managed to severely injure a few demons, but even as Dean was attacking he knew in the back of his mind that there was no way that they could pull this one off—they were too outnumbered, and more demons kept climbing up through the window.

"Enough!" The demon with the melted face screamed suddenly, and without warning all three of them were lifted into the air and then pressed against different walls.

Sam struggled against his invisible bonds, but he knew that there was no way he could escape. He looked up at Dean and Ruby and saw that they were in the same predicament he was. Shit…

The demon smiled. "As I said before…" he said, "This ends now."

Dean laughed bitterly, still struggling to escape, "So…you're the new head honcho, are you?" he said conversationally, "You know, we tend to kill demons like you."

The little girl whimpered again, and the demon glanced over at her. The family was crouched down next to a wall, staring up at him in terror. He ignored them and looked back at Dean. "Empty threats don't scare me, boy…I'm going to enjoy killing you." His smile widened.

"You're not going to kill anyone." Sam spat.

The demon glanced over at him. "Oh Sam, that reminds me…" he said, walking over to him, "I should really thank you for killing Lilith for me."

"You could let us go." Ruby suggested. "We'll call it even."

The demon laughed. "I don't think so." He said darkly, "I'm going to kill all of you…and I'm going to enjoy it immensely. In fact, the only question that remains is who I'm going to kill first…"

"Go to Hell." Dean spat.

"Oh, I've been there, thank you. It's not my favorite place…" He stepped closer to Sam. "I'm staying right here."

Dean struggled harder to escape. "Get away from him." He yelled.

The demon shook his head. "Why would I do that? Sam here is the biggest threat in the room…and I know better than to provoke him by attacking you, Dean. Lilith made that mistake, and look what happened to her. No, I don't intend to repeat that error."

Sam glared at the demon as it stopped inches away from him. "You'll never win."

"I already have." The demon said coldly. He took out a knife and held it to Sam's throat.

"No!" Dean shouted frantically from where he was helplessly pinned against the wall, "Don't!"

The demon paused for a moment and then withdrew the knife. He stared thoughtfully up at Sam. "You know…" he said, "I could just slit your throat and watch you bleed out—but where's the fun in that?"

Dean's scowl deepened. "If you hurt him I swear I'll rip you apart!"

The demon smiled, his melted face contorting hideously as he stared at Sam. "I've heard a lot about you Winchesters…and your tragic family history."

"That's none of your business." Sam spat.

"It's everybody's business." He replied smugly.

"What does that have to do with anything? If you're going to kill me just get it over with."

The demon laughed. "But that's just it, Sam. Your Mother and girlfriend died in the same tragic way…and it'll be so poetic when you meet the same horrific end."

Sam blinked. "W-what?" suddenly he felt his body begin sliding upwards toward the ceiling—

The demon smiled and turned to Dean, who was staring at his brother in terror. "Watch closely Dean—something tells me this moment will always be burned on your memory…"

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