Dean and Sam polish the barrels of their pistols as Heather approaches them.
"A-Are you going out there?" she stutters.
"That's classified information, Miss." Dean replies.
"Does that mean we'll be...alone?"
"We'll only be gone for a few minutes." Sam assures her. "Just make sure nobody leaves the car. As long as they stay inside, they're safe."
Heather pats her black dress and clears her throat. "I...I just want you to know...that you...are the bravest people I've ever met."
Dean and Sam glance up from polishing their guns.
"Well, thank you, Ma'am." Dean smiles chivalrously. "Make sure you hold down the fort while we're gone."
"Right, right." she nods, nervously wringing her hands. "Well, good luck...with whatever you're doing..."
Sam and Dean nod kindly as she walks away. Graham and Daisy arrive in her place.
"Are you ready?" Sam asks him. Graham nods confidently.
"What if this doesn't work?" Daisy asks anxiously. "What do we do then?"
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." Dean answers. "Make sure the door closes behind us."
Daisy unexpectedly throws her arms around Graham, almost suffocating him. Graham awkwardly pats her on the back as she releases her grip. "Just be safe. I've already lost one friend today."
Graham nods, attaches Deans hip-flask to his belt, and confronts the two hunters. "I'm ready."
"C'mon then, little hunter." Dean pats his shoulder affectionately. "Let's show 'em who they're messing with."
The three hunters open the door to the next car and close it firmly shut. They then approach the exit. Sam's hand hesitates over the handle.
"3...2...1..."
He tugs the handle and the door slides open. Dean and Sam lunge forward with their guns poised, scanning their surroundings. The only sound is the crunch of the gravel beneath their boots, and the wind in their ears. Grey storm clouds roll above their heads, but there is no smoke in sight.
"Come on!" Graham calls to the wind, his accent echoing all around. "I'm right here! What are you waiting for?"
The gravel crunches nearby. Sam and Dean raise their weapons. A young farmer-type guy in a straw hat advances slowly towards them.
"Glad ya finally made it out here, boy." he nods. "We've been waitin' a hella long time."
The three of them gradually rotate on the spot, and see two other demons: a man and a woman, both in horse-riding gear. Their eyes flash black. They are surrounded.
"What do you want from me?" Graham asks.
"Actually, we have something you may want."
One of the horse-riders is holding Graham's satchel; the other has May struggling in a headlock.
"May!" Graham cries. "She's alive!"
"We're gonna make you an offer, kid." the demon says, chewing a piece of straw. "You can have your stuff back, including the girl, if you give up your bodyguards."
He points the piece of straw towards Sam and Dean. Graham glances helplessly from the pair of brothers, to the mess of black and purple hair in the arm of the demon. Sam nods his condolence.
"Drop your weapons, boys." the farmer orders.
Sam and Dean slowly place their guns on the gravel, and reluctantly raise their hands.
"Over here." he beckons.
Sam and Dean look to each other, before approaching the demon with caution.
"Good boys." the demon says mockingly. "Let her go."
The two equestrians drop the bag and the girl onto the gravel. Graham rushes to greet May and collect his bag. He outstretches his arms, ready to embrace her, only to be elbowed in the cheek. May kicks the bag over, allowing the contents to spill onto the ground: knives, of all shapes and sizes.
"Dear, dear me." the demon tuts. "Someone's showing the signs of being a mommy's boy."
Dean and Sam watch helplessly, with a look of amazement at the array of blades on the ground. Graham clutches his bruised cheek, and watches as May continues to stride towards the train. "You fucking bitch." he mutters.
He grabs a knife from the ground and sprints forward. To the surprise of Sam and Dean, the demons make no move to stop him. May turns around at the last moment and shrieks, as Graham holds the knife to her face.
"Graham stop!" she shouts, shielding her eyes with her hands. "It's me, May!"
"You think I believe that, you demon scumbag?" Graham scowls. "You just poisoned a guy, stole my stuff, and elbowed me in the face!"
"No, I swear!" May exclaims. "They made me do it!"
Graham's lip curls with malice. "Whatever."
He raises the knife into the air. Sam and Dean watch the action unfold. Out of the corner of his eye, Dean notices the demons still standing by, with ferocious anticipation creeping up on their faces. He is suddenly struck with a sudden realisation.
"Graham! Stop!"
But the cry was too late. The blade impales May in the chest. Fresh crimson blood seeps from her breast; her eyes roll back in her head. Graham removes the knife triumphantly and presents it to the crowd, letting May's body fall to the floor. However, rather than pride, he is greeted by Dean's pained expression, and Sam's disappointment.
The demon cackles with glee. "'When the child ruthlessly slaughters the child, their innocence will be vanquished, and the seal shall be broken.' The 15th seal has been broken!"
Graham eyes dart from the demons to the hunters; the spark of triumph is fading from his eyes. The knife slips from his hand as his body succumbs to the weight of realisation and grief.
"Yeah, that's right, kid," the demon smirks. "We waited a damn long time for ya to finish off the job. Sometimes, we were sceptical: we didn't think ya could pull it off! But ya proved us right in the end. A real lil' hero. Now let's finish this thing for good."
The two demons leap into action and apprehend Graham. The other focuses his gaze on Sam and Dean, and using his psychic abilities, causes them to choke. Both brothers hunch over on the ground, clutching their throats and coughing violently.
"Graham..." Sam chokes. "The...holy water..."
Graham glances to the hip-flask trapped in his belt. Despite his struggle, he cannot reach it.
Time is rapidly running out, when suddenly there is a burst of blinding white light. A red-haired woman appears on the scene, with a face of fury. Graham closes his eyes as the demons implode in a fierce flash of light.
Dean and Sam collapse onto the gravel, still clutching their throbbing throats.
"Anna..." Dean coughs, recognising her instantly. "Thank you..."
Anna ignores him and paces towards Graham. He retreats fearfully from her.
"Don't worry." she assures him in a calming voice. "I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to take you home."
She offers her hand to him. Graham takes it nervously. She turns to the remaining hunters. "As for you two: go. Turn and run, far away from here."
"Why?" Sam asks with suspicion.
"Lilith is coming." she declares humourlessly.
"What about the others?" Dean replies angrily.
"Go!" Anna pleads. "Before it's too late!"
As the words leave her lips, the train explodes into flames. All four of them dive onto the ground, shielding themselves from the blast. The noise echoes across the fields for miles, and glass litters the floor. Through the veil of smoke, Sam sees that Graham and Anna have vanished.
Suddenly, a shadow is cast over them. The brothers look up to see the shapes of Uriel and Castiel standing over them.
"Take my hand, Dean." Cas says plainly, his hand outstretched. Uriel mimics him, reluctantly.
Dean takes one last look back at the raging inferno engulfing the shell of the train, before he reaches for Castiel's hand. The two brothers are warped away from the horror in a flash of heavenly white light.
