Final chapter! Please enjoy.

The night air was heavy as they watched the young man walk towards a crypt standing in the cemetery. He looked slightly nervous, but he stayed stoic and continued to his destination.

"Howdy, Jake."

Sam, Bobby, and Ellen appeared from the shadows, their guns raised. Dean and Clint stood behind a large tomb, ready with their own weapons.

Jake spun around, looking at the tall young man in utter confusion.

"Wait," he said. "You were dead, I killed you!"

Sam smirked.

"Yeah? Well next time, finish the job." He replied easily.

The dark-skinned young man did not look away from him.

"I did!" he protested. "I cut clean through your spinal cord, man." Sam, confused, shot a quick glance at Dean, who lowered his eyes briefly. "You can't be alive. You can't be."

Bobby moved forward slightly.

"Okay, just take it real easy there, son." The older man's voice, while gruff, was calm.

Jake glared at him.

"And if I don't?" he tested, and Clint tensed slightly.

"Wait and see," Sam threatened, but the other man only laughed.

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

There was no pause, no hesitation as Sam spoke his next words with an unsettling glare.

"It's a thought."

Jake snorted.

"You had your chance," he said. "You couldn't."

Sam's glare deepened.

"I won't make that mistake twice."

Jake began to laugh, and the sound of his laughter made Clint's gut twist. Beside him, Dean moved from his position behind the tomb and stepped out of the shadows, his grip on his gun tightening.

"What are you smiling at, you little bitch?" he snarled, and Jake's mouth twisted into a cruel smile and he turned back to face the rag-tag group in front of him.

"Hey, lady," he said. "Do me a favor. Put that gun to your head."

Shakily, Ellen raised her gun to her head and pointed it at her temple.

"See, that Ava girl was right," Jake continued. "Once you give in to it, there's all sorts of new Jedi mind tricks you can learn."

So the kid could control people with his voice, Clint realized. He smirked slightly as he removed his hearing aids and pocketed them. His world was immediately enveloped in silence.

Although he could no longer tell what anyone was saying, he understood that Jake would make Ellen shoot herself before anyone could even touch the dark-skinned man. Sam, Bobby, and Dean lowered their guns, but Ellen's was still firmly directed at herself.

Jake turned around and pulled out a gun – the demon killing Colt gun. He inserted it into the door of the crypt like it was a key. Clint caught Dean's eye and he jerked his head toward Ellen. Dean nodded, and he and Bobby grabbed to woman before she could even pull the trigger.

Together, Clint and Sam opened fire on the man before him. He fell to the ground, gasping, and as Sam made his way over to him, Clint returned his hearing aids to his ears and turned them on.

"Please… don't," Jake was gasping, his eyes wide. "Please."

Sam shot him three more times in the chest, and Clint winced slightly as the blood splattered onto his younger brother's face.

Ellen and Bobby walked past Sam, and Bobby gave the younger man a hard look. Clint and Dean walked over to their brother, and Dean looked down at the body of the young man. Sam used his shirt to wipe the blood from his face.

There was a sudden noise of stone rubbing against stone, and the five Hunters turned to see what was happening. Two separate engravings on the crypt began to spin in different directions, and then came to a stop.

"Oh, no," Bobby muttered.

Ellen turned to him.

"Bobby, what is it?" she asked him, worried.

"It's hell." Bobby said simply.

Clint's eyes widened, and he rushed forward to remove the Colt from the crypt before Dean grabbed him by the arm and yanked him backwards.

"Take cover," Bobby called. "Now!"

All five of them ducked behind tombstones as the doors to the crypt burst open and a large, writhing black mass erupted from the other side and shot outwards. The Devil's Trap surrounding the cemetery was breached, and the demons were escaping.

The black demon smoke continued to pour from the crypt, with tendrils of smoke haring off in different directions.

"What the hell just happened?" Dean demanded, peeking at the open crypt from behind one of the tombstones.

"That's a Devil's Gate," Ellen called back to him in reply. "A damn door to Hell."

Part of the railway iron surrounding the cemetery bent and broke into two parts, and Clint looked at it desperately.

"Come on!" he shouted to the others. "We gotta shut that gate before anything else gets through!"

"Lemme see the Colt," Dean said to him, and Clint pressed it into his younger brothers hands. "If the demon gave this to Jake, then maybe…" he started to say, but was interrupted by a crash of thunder. The Yellow Eyed Demon appeared behind him, flinging the gun out of Dean's hand and into his own. Dean had an astonished look on his face, and Clint was sure that it was mirrored on his own.

"Boys shouldn't play with Daddy's guns," The demon grinned, and he tossed Dean and Clint into the air. Clint managed to land more or less unscathed (although he was quite dizzy), but Dean's head hit a tombstone, and he lay there, stunned.

"No!" Clint wheezed, having had the wind knocked out of him.

Sam, who was struggling to help Bobby and Ellen get the door to the crypt shut, looked over at the sound of his eldest brother's voice. He caught sight of Dean lying weakly next to a tombstone, and then at the Yellow Eyed Demon, who gave him a feral grin.

"Dean!" Sam cried. He let go of the gate door and ran towards his brothers. The demon threw him against a nearby tree.

"I'll get to you in a minute, champ," he said. "But I'm proud of you. Knew you had it in you." Dean struggled to get upright, and the demon tossed him against a post. "Sit a spell. So, Dean…" he began, that mockery of a smile still on his face. "I've 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."

The demon laughed an ugly laugh; throwing back it's meatsuit's head. In his dizzy haze, Clint wondered just what the demon was talking about. He still didn't know what it wanted with all of those 'special kids', but he did know that Sam was one of those children.

"Now, I wasn't counting on that," the demon continued, "but I'm glad. I liked him better than Jake, anyhow. Tell me," He cocked his head slightly and stared down at Dean. "Have you ever heard the expression, 'if a deal sounds too good to be true, it probably is?'"

Dean glared up at him.

"You call that deal good?" he snarled, but the demon didn't waver.

"Well, it's a better shake than your dad ever got," It replied. "And you never wondered why? I'm surprised at you. I mean," The Yellow Eyed Demon approached Dean, speaking with him face to face, "you saw what your brother just did to Jake right? That was pretty cold, wasn't it?"

The demon chuckled, and the next words that it spoke sent shivers up Clint's spine.

"How certain are you that what you brought back is one hundred percent, pure, Sam?"

Clint could see Sam standing off a few feet away, looking horrified. He was uncertain as to whether or not his younger brother had heard what the demon had just told Dean, or was just upset at the demon facing down his brothers. Behind him, tendrils of demon smoke continued to pour from the crypt, and what appeared to be ghosts were now exiting it and walking among the graveyard.

The demon laughed again and continued taunting Dean.

"You of all people should know, that 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 the Yellow Eyed Demon cocked the Colt and aimed it at Dean, the transparent figure of John Winchester grabbed the demon from behind, ripping it from the host body, which fell to the ground, gun still in hand. The boys' father and the writhing demon wrestled for a time before the demon pushed John's spirit to the ground and reentered its meatsuit.

The demon stood, but was met with Dean's hard glare as he pointed the Colt at the monster that killed his mother. With a loud cracking noise, he fired the gun directly into the demon's heart, and it fell to the ground once more, dead.

Sam rushed over to help Clint stand up, and Bobby and Ellen finally managed to close the gate doors. They all turned to look at the pale figure of John Winchester, who walked towards Dean with a soft smile on his face. He placed his hand on Dean's shoulder, and neither of their eyes remained dry. Sam supported Clint, and the two of them approached their father and brother.

"Thanks, Dad," Clint croaked, and their father nodded and smiled at the three of his sons. With another look at Dean, John stepped backwards and disappeared into a white light.

After John left, the three of them moved to stand over the demon's still smoking body, astonished.

"Well," Dean said. "Check that of the to-do list." He gave a relieved laugh, as if he couldn't quite believe what had just happened. Clint couldn't blame him; the entire ordeal felt like some bizarre dream, ending with the death of the demon that had killed their mother exactly twenty-four years earlier. Twenty-four years of revenge, finally over.

"You did it," Sam said, staring at Dean.

Dean gave a small smile and looked at his brothers.

"I didn't do it alone," he said.

"You did good, kiddo," Clint said, his voice still hoarse.

There was a slight pause before Sam broke the silence.

"Do you think Dad really…" he began, "do you think he really climbed outta hell?"

Dean shrugged.

"The door was open," he stated.

"And if anyone is stubborn enough to climb out, that'd be our Dad," Clint surmised.

Sam looked upwards.

"Where do you think he is now?"

"I don't know," answered Dean."

Clint placed a comforting hand on his little brother's shoulder.

"He's someplace better than hell, that's for sure."

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

Dean snorted.

"I do," he said, and he leaned closer to the body that the demon had possessed. "That was for our mom, you son of a bitch."

Clint joined Bobby and Ellen, and watched as his younger brothers walked over towards the Impala. The two of them had quite a bit to talk about, he thought, and they needed to do it without him interfering.

"I'm glad that Dad got out," he said to the two older Hunters, and Bobby grunted in agreement.

"I wish he hadn't got himself in there in the first place, that idjit," he said. "Still. He saved his boys." He shot Clint a look. "What're you planning on doing, boy?"

The archer gave a shrug.

"I don't know. I need to tell my wife that Sam's back, and I think I'm gonna have to talk with the Director about my deserting my post. We'll see what happens after that." He looked back towards his brothers. He could tell that Dean had finally told Sam the truth about everything, but both of the boys were taking things much better than he had anticipated.

He, Bobby, and Ellen approached the younger men as they finished talking, and Ellen began to speak.

"Well," she said. "Yellow Eyed Demon might be dead, but a lot more got through that gate."

Dean frowned slightly.

"How many you think?" he asked.

Sam was the one who answered his question.

"Hundred. Maybe two hundred," he said. "It's an army. He's unleashed an army."

Bobby looked between the three brothers.

"Hope to hell you boys are ready." He told them. "'Cause the war has just begun."

A war… They had ended the fight for revenge, but had entered something new and entirely different. S.H.I.E.L.D. knew about Clint's little brothers, the Yellow Eyed Demon was dead, and hundreds of demonic souls had been set loose from hell.

"Well then," Dean said with a smile. "We got work to do."

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