All Roads Lead To Hell
By: Paraflymore
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Supernatural and if I did I would be way nicer to them all.
Summary: For now I smell the rain, and with it pain, and it's headed my way
Fighting For Nothing
Chapter Six:
"Wreck Me"
Dean drives recklessly down the dark road, looking pale and determined. He stops abruptly on a dirt road and puts several items into a box, including a fake photo ID of himself. He buries the box in the middle of a crossroads and stands. Several seconds pass in silence, as he looks right and left, waiting.
"Oh come on already. Show your face, you bitch!" He yells into the darkness.
Suddenly, a beautiful woman in a black dress appears.
"Easy sugar, you'll wake the neighbors." She flashes red eyes for a moment. "Dean. It is so, so good to see you." She inhales sharply, circling around him. "I mean it. Look at you. Gone and got your family killed. Pushed away all the people you had left and now you're all alone in the world. It's too sweet. Excuse me, you're gonna have to give me a moment." She walks to Dean, face to face, standing closer than he would like her to be... "Sometimes you gotta stop and smell the roses."
"I should send you straight back to hell." He says with malice.
"Oh, you should. But you won't. And I know why."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah." She smirks. "Following in Daddy's footsteps. You wanna make a deal. Little Sammy back from the dead, and—let me guess— you're offering up your own soul?"
"There are a hundred other demons who'd love to get their hands on it. And it's all yours. All you got to do is bring Sam back. And give me ten years— ten years, and then you come for me."
"You must be joking." She chuckles, obviously amused.
"That's the same deal you give everybody else."
"You're not everybody else." She leans in close to him and whipers in his ear. "Why would I want to give you anything? Keep your gutter soul. It's too tarnished, anyway."
He nods. "Nine years."
"No." She deadpans.
"Eight." Dean says, feeling so desperate at this point.
She laughs. "You keep going, I'll keep saying no."
"Okay, five years. Five years, and my bill comes due. That's my last offer— five years or no deal."
She leans in as if to kiss him and then pulls away with an evil smirk. "Then no deal."
"Fine."
"Fine." She starts walking away, "Make sure you bury Sam before he starts stinking up the joint."
Dean flinches, physcially and mentally. "Wait." He says through clenched teeth.
"It's a fire sale, and everything must go." She says softly.
"What do I have to do?" He exhales.
"First of all, quit groveling. Needy guys are such a turnoff." She sighs, "Look... Look, I shouldn't be doing this. I could get in a lot of trouble. But what can I say? I got a blind spot for you, Dean. You're like a... puppy. You're just too fun to play with." She sighs again, being way too dramatic with it. "I'll do it."
"You'll bring him back?" He asks because at this point it is all that matters.
"I will. And because I'm such a saint, I'll give you one year, and one year only. But here's the thing. If you try and welch or weasel your way out, then the deal is off. Sam drops dead. He's back to rotten meat in no time. So... It's a better deal than your dad ever got. What do you say?"
He doesn't take but a second to think it over before he grabs the demon and kisses her to seal the deal.
What else is there to even think about...
…
She doesn't so much as hear the explosion than she feels it. She wakes up from a deep sleep, a sharp pain shooting through her entire body, a sudden wave of nasua and a pain in her chest.
Lila is throwing up in her bathroom sink when she hears her phone ringing.
She doesn't get to it in time, it goes to voicemail, but she doesn't care. She really feels like she might die and then...
She smells the smoke.
One peak out her window and she sees the cloud of smoke, the fire and the ashes. Del's bar... Del.
Oh no.
Her first instinct is to run, because she knows that whatever and whoever blew Del's place up was probably coming after her. And thats how she knows that Dean Winchester is dead, and him and his baby brother are rotting in some cabin in a haunted town in South Dakota, and now all the evil things that were gunning for them are coming after her.
Lila packs herself a bag quicker than she ever has before, she doesnt even put her shoes on, she drives halfway to Bobby's before she realizes it too. Luckily she threw a pair of boots in her bag, at least she thanks so...
Is this what shock feels like?
Or was this a panic attack because she really felt like she was having a heart attack and Del...
Del was gone now.
Dean and Sam were gone now and she was really all alone?
How fucking fair was that?
Her hands are shaking around the wheel and she knows she is driving like a maniac down the highway but she didn't care, the cops were really the least of her worries right now.
Lila decides that she shouldn't pull right into his driveway, after everything, what she finds here might not be Bobby, he could be gone too and that thought hurt her more than she expected it to. Bobby's house had become a comfort to her by now, even though she had only visited it twice before. He was like the surliest sweetheart she had ever met and she is almost in tears as she sneaks through his junkyard, still barefoot by the way, thinking of the possibility that everyone is really gone when she hears his voice...
Dean Winchester.
He's not dead.
Thank God.
She knocks over an old grill of a car on her way to him, where he stood with Bobby in a hushed conversation, and she's thinking as she throws her arms around him that she doesn't even care if they are demons as they both embrace her.
"Lila." Dean breathes her name out like a prayer.
"I thought you were dead." She whispers,
"We could say the same thing for you, I got a call over the CB radio about Del's..." Bobby says, he steps away from them.
"I got sent home..." She shakes her head, feeling weak again. "I... do you think Del was there?"
Neither of them speak.
Lila nods. It would hit her later, but right now her adrenaline was pumping through her veins. She looks up at Dean. "I thought you were going to do something stupid..."
Bobby scoffs and Dean eyes him with one of those infamous Dean Winchester if looks could kill looks.
"What's going on?"
He touches both of her arms and looks at Bobby, softer this time. "Can you give us a minute?"
Bobby nods, making his way towards the house.
"Dean?"
He sighs. "Sam's alive..."
"What? How... what the hell did you do?" But she already knows the answer.
"I made a deal."
Her knees give out on her and he has to keep her upright. "A deal?" A single tear slides down her cheek. "How could you do that Dean? I mean after everything, after your dad... I... You don't deserve this."
He shakes his head, resting his forehead on hers. "Stop okay."
"Its not enough time. Ten years? I can't. We can't. Did you even think about me for one damned second?"
"Lila..."
She steps away from him. "You don't think I get it? You don't think I thought about it a hundred times to bring my mom back?" Her voice breaks.
"He didn't deserve to die."
"And you do?" She wants to yell, but she has no strength.
Dean shakes his head. "Its my job to protect him, it always has been."
She wipes a tear from her cheek. "I can't lose you, Dean. You're all I have left now."
He sighs. "I'm sorry."
"Promise me..." Her voice cracks when her fingers touch his. "Promise me that your mine, for those ten years. I get you, all of you. Promise me, and you don't get to back out because your scared or something goes wrong because you fucking owe me."
He smirks. "Lila, I..."
"Just promise me Dean."
He steps closer, catching her cheek and pulling her into a kiss. "I promise."
She wraps her arms around his neck and deepens the kiss. She knows that this is probably just the beginning of another big mess but, she doesn't care. She fucking needs him.
She needs him to breathe.
"Lila?" He asks, softly.
"Hmm?"
"Why aren't you wearing any shoes?"
…
She throws her arms around Sam, hugging him tightly.
"I'm glad you're okay." She whispers.
Dean sits back in the corner, looking at them. He felt like a complete ass for letting Lila believe he got ten years in his deal. He was also an ass for not telling Sam about said deal. And he was an ass, just cause...
He scrubs his hand through his hair and takes a gander at the map that Bobby has spread out over his table, something to distract him from the knawing feeling inside his gut. Bobby's eyes land on him hard and he shakes his head. He was not in the mood for his dissapointment.
Lila touches his back, and how is it that such a simple gesture can set him right?
You know what he really wants to do is take her upstairs and...
"Whats this?" She asks, looking at the map herself, her dark eyes seem far off.
"Lila, why are you barefoot?" Sam asks her with a chuckle.
"Long story." She says, waving him off and focusing back on the map. "I've seen this before..."
"You have?" Bobby asks her, suddenly interested.
She nods, picking up a sharpie from the table, and she draws dots on the map, purely out of instinct, even though they seem kind of random. "Demons." She breathes, looking up at them with far away eyes.
"How did..." Sam asks.
"I don't know." Lila whispers, not looking up from the map.
Bobby doesn't say a word as he walks off in a hurry towards one of this bookshelves.
Dean goes to Lila, touching her hand on the table.
He comes back with a huge book that looks old as hell. Dean watches him flip frantically through the pages, skimming over the words so quickly it seemed inhuman.
"I don't believe it." He whispers, half to himself.
"What? You got something?" Sam asks, going over to look over Bobby's shoulder.
"A lot more than that. Each of these X's" He points to the marks on the map Is an abandoned frontier church— all mid-19th century. And all of them built by Samuel Colt."
"Samuel Colt— the demon-killing, gunmaking Samuel Colt?"
"Yep. And there's more. He built private railway lines." He connects the x's and it comes out to look like a devil's trap. "Connecting church to church."
"Tell me that's not what I think it is." Dean asks, looking so impressed.
"It's a Devil's Trap. A 100-square mile Devil's Trap." Sam says, sounding impressed.
"That's brilliant. Iron lines demons can't cross."
"I've never heard of anything that massive." Lila says, finally joining them back in reality.
"No one has." Bobby says, looking up at her.
"And after all these years none of the lines are broken? I mean, it still works?" Lila asks looking at them with worried eyes.
"Definitely" Sam says.
"How do you know?" Dean chimes in.
"All those omens Bobby found. I mean the demons, they must be circling and they can't get in."
"Yeah, well... they're trying." Bobby says crudely.
"Why? What's inside?" Lila asks.
"That's what I've been looking for." Dean begins, clearing his throat. "And, uh, there's nothing except an old cowboy cemetery right in the middle." He says pointing at the dead center of the map.
"Well what's so important about a cemetery or... what's Colt trying to protect?" Sam asks them.
"Well, unless ..." Dean says, light bulb going off over his head.
"Unless what?" Bobby asks.
"What if Colt wasn't trying to keep the demons out? What if he was trying to keep something in?"
"Now that's a comforting thought." Lila says, running her hand through her hair nervously.
"Yeah, you think?" Dean smirks at her but it doesn't touch his eyes.
"Could they do it, Bobby? Could they get inside?" Sam asks, sounding like a kid.
"This thing's so powerful, you'd practically need an A-bomb to destroy it. No way a full-blood demon gets across."
Sam's face goes white. "No... But I know who could."
…
They drive in silence, not even the radio is on. They all knew that this could be it, and you could just feel it in the air around them. What ever happened was going to be big.
Lila reaches over for his hand when he parks the car, twining their fingers together. "I know now is not the time, but..."
He pulls her in and kisses her hard on the mouth.
"That's not what I meant."
Dean inches away from her.
"I just feel like there is something left unsaid between us..."
"Like what?"
Some one knocks on the window, and Sam is standing out there looking at them with a dissaproving look. So whatever it is it will just have to wait.
"Nothing." She says, "Just be careful." Lila kisses him once more for good measure.
They all creep into the cemetary, hiding with their guns drawn, ready, waiting.
She doesn't even think she is breathing.
And then, Super Soldier comes out of no where, holding the colt in his hand and walking towards a large tomb with haste.
"Howdy, Jake." Sam says, appearing behind me.
That's their cue. They all appear from the shadows, guns raised.
"Wait..." Jake says, looking at Sam with confused, wide eyes. "You were dead. I killed you."
"Yeah?" He says, unflinching. "Well next time, finish the job."
"I did! I cut clean through your spinal cord, man." Sam glances at Dean, who lowers his eyes briefly. "You can't be alive. You can't be." Jake says, shaking his head.
"Okay," Bobby says, stepping in. "Just take it real easy there, son."
"And if I don't?"
"Wait and see." Sam tells him, gun pointed right at him.
"What, you a tough guy all of a sudden? What are you gonna do— kill me?" He chuckles.
Sam shrugs. "It's a thought."
"You had your chance. You couldn't." He says eyeing Sam.
"I won't make that mistake twice."
Jake begins to laugh a menacing laugh and looks at Lila with an evil smirk.
"What are you smiling at, you little bitch?"
"Hey honey, do me a favor. Put that gun to your head."
Lila shakily points her gun at her temple, looking to Dean for help.
"See that Ava girl was right. Once you give in to it, there's all sorts of new Jedi mind tricks you can learn." Jake tells Sam, with wide eyes.
"Let her go." Sam hisses.
"Shoot him." Lila tells them in a shaky voice.
"You'll be mopping up skull before you get a shot off... Everybody, put your guns down. Except you, sweetheart." He winks at Lila.
Three guns drop without a moment of hesitation.
"Okay. Thank you." Jake says, leased. Then he turns around and pulls the Colt out of his pocket. While he is inserting it into the crypt, Dean and Bobby grab Lila before she can shoot herself and in the next breath Sam shoots Jake four times in the back. He falls onto the ground, and Sam walks to stand over him.
"Please... don't. Please." Jake gasps, looking up at Sam.
Sam shoots him three more times in the chest. Blood spatters onto his face. Lila and Bobby walk past Sam, with Bobby stares at him hard. Dean walks over to look at Jake, then Sam, who wipes the guys blood from his face.
The four look over to the crypt as two separate engravings on the crypt spin in different directions, then stop.
"Oh, no." Bobby says, sounding defeated.
"Bobby, what is it?" Lila asks him.
"It's hell."
Dean rushes up and pulls the Colt from the Crypt, but it continues to turn and unlock itself.
"Take cover— now!" Bobby yells, grabbing Lila's arm and pulling her with him.
They all hide behind tombstones, praying that this isn't how it all ends. Then a large black mass erupts from the doors and everything is too loud for a moment, they can't even hear their own thoughts, which is probably a good thing. Black demon smoke continues to pour from the crypt, haring off in different directions. Lila raises her head and sees Dean maybe ten feet from her crouches behing a large tombstone with Sam.
"What the hell just happened?!" Dean yells.
"That's a devil's gate. A damn door to hell." Bobby tells him, trying his best to be heard over the noise.
"Come on!" Lila yells at them "We have to shut that gate."
Dean checks the Colt for bullets. And he's thinking if the demon gave this to Jake... then maybe...
Thunder crashes and the Yellow Eyed Demon appears behind Dean. He flings the Colt out of his hand and into his own. Dean looks dumbfounded.
"Boys shouldn't play with Daddy's guns." Yellow eye quips at him, smirking, seming so amused by hisself.
He flicks his wrist and throws Dean into the air, where Dean hits his head on a tombstone and lies there, stunned.
Bobby, Lila, and Sam are struggling to close the crypt door. Sam looks over and sees that Dean is hurt, and then sees the yellow eyed demon and once he notices Sam he smiles.
"Dean!" He lets go of the gate door and runs toward his brother.
Yellow eyes throws Sam against a nearby tree. "I'll get to you in a minute, champ. But I'm proud of you— knew you had it in you."
Dean is struggling upright. Yellow eyes throws him against a post. "Sit a spell."
That thing really thought it as clever.
"So, Dean... I gotta 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 menacingly. "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?'."
"You call that deal good?" Dean quips.
"Well, it's a better shake than your dad ever got. And you never wondered why? I'm surprised at you. I mean..." Yellow eyes approaches Dean to speak to him face-to-face. "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?"
Sam, looks horrified; he can't clearly make out what yellow eyes is saying to his brother but he knows it isn't good.
Yellow eyes laughs in his face. "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 Yellow eyes cocks the colt and aims it right at Deam, John Winchester grabs the demon from behind. The body the demon possessed falls to the ground, the gun still in hand, while his father and the cloud of smoke that was yellow eyes wrestle. The demon pushes him to the ground and enters the body once more. When he stands up, Dean is pointing the colt at him, and shoots him in the heart.
The demon then falls to the ground, dead.
Bobby and Lila finally close the gate doors and turn to see John, Lila inhales shaprly and reaches for Bobby's hand. Dean stands up and faces his dad. He walks forward, and smiles at his son, putting his hand on his shoulder. Both are teary, and Sam approaches; They both look at Sam, and John and Sam nod at each other, a silent excahnge of all the things they never got to say. And with another look at Dean, John steps back and disappears into white light.
The brother's eyes land on each others.
…
Lila rushes over to him, for a moment there she honestly thought they were all going to die. He's bleedng from his forehead bu other than that he seems oky – aside from the shock of course.
They stand over the demon's smoking body, astonished.
"Well, check that off the to-do list." He chuckles.
"You did it." Sam tells him proudly.
"I didn't do it alone."
"Do you think Dad really... do you think he really climbed outta hell?"
"The door was open. If anyone's stubborn enough to do it... it would be him."
Lila squeezes his hand.
"Where do you think he is now?" Sam asks him sounding like he is a little kid again.
"I don't know." Dean shrugs.
"I kind of can't believe it, Dean. I mean... our whole lives, everything... has been prepping for this, and now I..." He chuckles. "I kind of don't know what to say."
"I do." He lets Lila's hand go and leans closer to the body. "That was for our mom... you son of a bitch." And then he wraps his arm around Lila's shoulder, and pulls her in, kissing the top of her head.
Everything was over, for now at least.
He knew that killing yellow eyes didn't bring his mother back. Hell it didn't even make him feel better, he was just happy they were all still alive.
It was all he could ever ask for.
"You know," Sam says as him and Dean make their way to the impala. "When Jake saw me... it was like he saw a ghost."
Dean, stops loading stuff into the trunk to listen to him.
Sam scoff. "I mean, hell, you heard him, Dean. He said he killed me."
"Glad he was wrong."
"I don't think he was, Dean." Sam looks at him seriously. "What happened after I was stabbed?
"I already told you..." He says trying to sound annoyed and not guilty.
"Not everything."
"Sam, we just killed the demon. Can we celebrate for a minute?"
"Did I die?"
"Oh, come on."
"Did you sell your soul for me, like Dad did for you?"
Dean scoffs "Oh, come on. No..."
Sam continues to look at his brother, looking right through him. "Tell me the truth."
Dean sniffs
"Dean, tell me the truth." He practically begs.
"Sam..." He chuckles, trying to down play it but he already knows, Dean can tell.
"How long do you get?" Sam asks his voice breaking.
"One year." Dean whispers.
Sam nods, tears in his eyes.
"I got one year."
"You shouldn't've done that. How could you do that Dean?"
"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."
How was it that his voice sounded so small and meek?
"And what do you think my job is?"
"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. Guess I gotta save your ass for a change."
"Yeah."
"Hey." Lila says approaching them, "am I interupting some bro moment here?"
Dean scoffs and Sam clears his throat.
She smirks. "Well... Yellow-Eyes might be dead. But a lot more got through that gate."
"How many you think?"
"Hundred. Maybe two hundred. It's an army. He's unleashed an army." Sam says, looking between the two of them.
"Hope to hell ya'll are ready. 'Cause the war has just begun."
"We will be ..." He pulls Lila in close and looks at Sam, "you mind riding back with Bobby?"
Sam nods. "My pleasure ..."
"I'm not really in the mood for car sex, I kind of have a head ache, that vulcan mind meld was the pits." She rubs her temple and Dean leans in to kiss it.
"I just wanna talk." He figured this truth had to come out sooner or later – and he survived telling Sam.
Lila takes his hands. "About what? You're not going to tell me to leave again are you because you promised..."
He shakes his head. "I didn't get ten years..."
She lets his hands go and steps back from him.
"I'm sorry I lied to you, I just..."
A tear falls from her eye and slides down her cheek. "How long?"
"One year." His voice cracks.
She pushes his chest and he stumbles backwards a bit. His eyes seem so far off, so sad and far away from her.
"Dean?"
He reaches for her, pulling her in close. She is crying so hard, he is the only thing keeping her upright. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Lila..."