Chapter Thirty-three: Epilogue
The shock of what happened was still fresh in my system. Dean stood in the doorway from the room where Sam lay. He was quiet. But there wasn't a lot to say. There was nothing I could say to comfort him. There was nothing that could be said to comfort me. The tears had stopped but the pain seemed to intensify. My eyes were red and dry. My throat hoarse. Everything ached. I looked at Dean. His stance looked defeated. He was defeated. In his mind he had failed. He didn't need to tell me that for me to know. I stood and went to him, wrapping my arms around his waist, resting my head against his back. He put his hand over mine, his head hanging low.
"You need to rest." I told him gently.
"I'm fine." He told me.
"Please, for me?" I asked squeezing him harder.
"I can't. Not yet." He said turning to me. He took my head in his hands, placing a long kiss on my forehead. "But you should rest. I think there's another room over there." He said pointing.
"I can't sleep. It keeps replaying." I told him.
"I know." He said and led me to the table behind us. "Just try and relax." He said sitting me in the chair.
"Okay." I said putting my elbows on the table, my face in my hands.
He kissed my hair before I heard him walk back to the doorway. I looked at him as I folded my arms on the table, resting my head on them. I watched him, my eyes getting heavy. I didn't mean to fall asleep but it came to me. Beautiful blackness where no dreams showed me my worst fears. When I opened my eyes Dean wasn't in the doorway. I frowned and slowly got up from the chair. I was halfway to the door when I heard him talking.
"…I always tried to protect you. Keep you safe. Dad didn't even have to tell me. It was just always my responsibility, you know? It's like I had one job. That one job. And I screwed it up. I blew it." He told his brother. I could hear the quiver in his voice. Tears came to my eyes as I listened to him. "And for that, I'm sorry. I guess that's what I do. I let down the people I love. I let Dad down. I let Evy down. And now, I guess I'm just supposed to let you down too." He was wrong. I shook my head as tears streamed. "How can I? How am I supposed to live with that? What am I supposed to do? Sammy. What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do!" He yelled and appeared from the room.
He stopped when he saw me before rushing from the house. "Dean." I said following him. "Dean!" I yelled but he was already running through the woods. "Dean!" I yelled again but he didn't falter. "God help us." I said as I went back into the house. I went into the room and collapsed next to Sam. I wrapped my arm around him, resting my head on his chest. "You can't leave, Sam. Dean needs you more then you'll ever know. I need you. How did this happen?" I sobbed into him. "I love you, Sammy." I whispered before completely breaking down. I sobbed into him until sleep was inevitable.
The images were jagged. Nothing flowed. Dean was at a crossroads. It flashed, broken, as he looked for the demon. She appeared, her red eyes showing her for what she really was. I couldn't focus. There was no sound, only pictures. Dean looked even more distraught then before. The seen started to spin. It was all unfocused. I tried but the harder I tried the worse the scene seemed to become. It finally stopped and the scene slowed, showing Dean kissing the demon.
It wasn't the vision that woke me up. It was Sam. He gasped, flying up. I flew back against the wall, staring at him unbelievingly. I frowned, my vision coming full circle. Dean, what did you do?
"Evy." Sam said looking at me.
"Sammy." I said breathlessly before rushing to him. I threw my arms around his neck, hugging him as tightly as I could. "Oh, God. Sammy."
"Uh, Evy?" Sam said.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Ouch." He replied.
"Oh, sorry." I said letting him go. I took his head in my hands. I couldn't help the tears that were running down my cheeks as I smiled at him.
"Hey." He said gently wiping them away. "What is it?"
I laughed and shook my head. "It's nothing. I'm just glad to see you awake."
"Have I been out for a while?" He asked.
"Long enough." I told him, caressing his cheek with my thumb.
He moved to the edge of the bed. It was clear that his body hurt. "Hey, take it easy." I told him pushing him back.
"I'm fine." Sam said trying to fight against me.
"You're too weak to fight me so just relax." I told him.
He sighed but laid back down. I sat on the bed next to him. I held his hand in one of mine while running my fingers through his hair with the other.
"You had us worried there for a while." I told him, trying to keep my cool.
"Good thing I'm fine." Sam told me.
I gave him a small smile before leaning forward, kissing his forehead. "Yeah, you are."
He looked at me as more tears started to blur my vision. "I must have really scared you." He frowned at me.
I pushed my tears away, trying to sound normal. "What makes you say that?"
"Because you don't normally look at me like that. You don't hover over me this bad even when I'm hurt." He replied.
I smiled and nodded, wiping a few more tears away. "Yeah, well, it was pretty touch and go for a while. Besides, you know I hate seeing you hurt." I said putting my hand on his chest.
"I'm okay." He said sitting up again.
"Rest." I told him.
"I'm okay, really." He insisted. "Where's Dean?"
"He went out for a little while. He should be back any time now." I told him.
"He went out?" He asked slightly surprised.
I raised a brow at him. "He trusts me to watch over you." He smiled. "Besides, I'm the other half to his Velcro. I watch out for you when he's not around. It's part of my job." I smiled taking his hand in mine. He smiled back, twisting toward me, wincing with pain. "Let me see." I told him, lifting his shirt. The skin was red but the wound was gone. I ran my fingers across it.
"How's it look?" He asked.
"You're fine." I smiled at him.
"Good." He smiled back. "I heard you, you know." He told me with a smile.
"What do you mean?" I frowned at him.
"When I woke up in the ghost town. I woke up to your voice saying my name."
"You did?" I said and smiled at little. He nodded. "I tried using our shared power to try and reach you. I didn't know if it worked or not."
"It did." He smiled taking my hand. "Stay safe. Fight." I smiled, tears running down my cheeks. "It helped. Glad to know I wasn't going crazy."
I laughed and wiped the tears away. "I just wanted you to know you weren't alone." I said putting my hand on his cheek.
"Thanks." He smiled sweetly.
I was just taking him in when the door opened and Dean came into view. We stood and I just looked at him. Dean glanced at me before staring at his brother.
"Sammy? Thank God." He said as he looked at him.
"Hey." Sam smiled.
Dean rushed forward and embraced his brother. I smiled at them before slipping out of the room. I paced momentarily before rushing from the house. I vomited over the railing. The tears came hot and fast. I stepped backward until I felt the wall, sinking to the ground. I pulled my knees up, sobbing into them. When the coughing fits stopped and my nose was dry I listened to the quiet talking inside. Hearing the difference in Dean already. His brother was back. I couldn't be more thrilled but at the same time, what Dean did was wrong.
I stayed outside for quite some time. I wanted to let them have some alone time and I wasn't ready to be with them just yet. I was content to be alone at the moment. Hearing the door, I looked up to see Dean. I frowned, closing my eyes.
"Hey, you okay?" He asked walking over to me.
I stood and faced him. I just looked at him before slapping him, covering my mouth as more tears fell. I was shaking, hating him so much. "How could you do it?" I asked him.
"What?" He frowned.
"How could you make that deal?" I told him, starting to sob.
"How did you know?" He said lowering his eyes.
"I saw it, Dean. How could you do it?" I asked him angrily.
"Because I had to watch out for Sammy, that's why." He frowned at me. "I couldn't let him die."
I nodded. I understood his reasons. I didn't want to blame him. But I didn't want to lose him either. "How long do you have?" I asked him more calmly. He just looked at me. "Dean, how long?"
"One year." He told me sadly.
Tears welled in my eyes. "One year?" I said breathlessly.
"I had to do it." He said putting his hands on my arms.
Anger started to come to the surface. "Did you think of me when you made this decision?" I asked him hotly.
"Evy, please." He said his face dropping.
"No!" I yelled pushing his arms off of me. "What am I supposed to do? What is the point of this-" I said taking off my ring, showing it to him. "If you're rotting in Hell?"
"Don't, baby, please." He pleaded.
"You might as well keep it now." I said dropping it at his feet. "You're leaving me. I know I left you." I said as tears streamed. "I know I hurt you but that was an accident. You intentionally made a deal with a demon. Selling your soul to bring Sam back. I'm not saying that I'm not happy that he's not dead. But why do you have to die? You're intentionally leaving me. You're leaving me. How am I supposed to deal with that?" I said and stormed away from him.
He ran after me, sliding in front of me. "Please…" He said holding up my ring.
"No." I said shaking my head.
"You can't do this. Not today." He said closing his eyes.
"Not today?" I frowned at him. "I don't give a fuck what day it is. Why would I take that ring back? Why? When you'll be dead in a year. Do you want to make me a widow?" I asked him.
"Evy…" He said softly.
"Don't bother, Dean." I said shaking my head at him. "I'm sorry. It's over. There's no point anymore." I walked around him.
He grabbed my wrist. "Don't do this." He pleaded. "I need you."
"You need me?" I frowned. "How do you need me? You didn't need me to sell your soul."
"Don't be like this." He told me. "You know what you mean to me."
"Do I?" I replied softly. "Maybe I did. But I'm not so sure anymore." I told him before heading back through the woods.
"Where are you going?" He yelled after me. "We need to talk this through."
"I'm hitchhiking! And we've talked enough!" I yelled back at him.
Once the town was out of site I couldn't hold back the sobs that were jumping in my throat. I slid down the trunk of a tree, bringing up my knees, sobbing into them. When the sobs stopped I got to my feet and walked the rest of the way to the road. I called Bobby and waited till his truck pulled up in front of me. I didn't say anything, just got in. I was quiet all the way to his house. He wore a worried expression but I ignored it, not wanting to talk yet. I cried off and on till we reached the house. I got out first, going in and immediately to the books. We weren't sure what we were looking for but I would do anything to keep my mind off of Dean.
"So, what happened?" Bobby asked me gently.
"I don't want to talk about it." I told him flatly.
"Did Dean bury him?" He asked.
I looked at him before shaking my head. "We had a fight. I couldn't stay there anymore."
"Everything okay?"
"No." I told him and took a book into the next room.
It was several hours later when there was a knock on the door. My stomach dropped and my pulse started to race. I closed the book and listened to Bobby's surprised voice when he saw Sam. I'm sure he was already putting the pieces together. I stood, waiting for them to come into view. Sam came in first. He smiled at me. I smiled back, hugging him tightly. Dean stayed back, barely able to meet my eyes. I waited for Sam to get distracted before glaring at Dean, turning to his brother.
"We've been rechecking for demonic omens." I told Sam. "When you went missing there was nothing. Now there's something."
"And what did you find?" Sam asked.
"A lot. Bobby has it all." I replied.
"So, what do you know?" Dean asked as I heard Bobby come back.
"Well, I found something. But I'm not sure what the hell it means." He replied.
"What is it?" Sam asked.
"Demonic omens. Like a frigging tidal wave. Cattle deaths, lightning storms. They've skyrocketed from out of nowhere. Here." He said pulling out a map. He circled Wyoming with his finger. "All around here. Except for one place. Southern Wyoming."
"Wyoming?" Dean said looking at him.
"Didn't he just say that?" I said under my breath. He looked at me, a hurt look crossing his face.
"Yeah, that one area's totally clean. Spotless. It's almost as if…" He said and stopped.
"What?" Sam asked.
"The demons are surrounding it." I finished.
"But you don't know why?" Dean asked, looking at me. I averted my eyes.
Bobby noticed but went on. "No, and by this point my eyes are swimming. Sam, would you take a look at it? Maybe you can catch something I couldn't."
"Yeah. Sure." Sam said bending over the map and notes.
"Come on, Dean. I got some more books in the truck. Help me lug them in." He told him. "You too, Evy."
"Yeah." Dean said following him.
I sighed and looked at Sam before following the other two out. Bobby led us into the junkyard, away from earshot of the house. I stayed several steps behind Dean. When Bobby decided we had gone far enough he turned and faced Dean.
"You stupid ass! What did you do? What did you do!" He yelled. I jumped, taking a step back. Dean just averted his eyes. "You made a deal. For Sam, didn't you? How long they give you?"
"Bobby." Dean said sadly.
"How long!" He yelled.
"One year."
"Damn it, Dean." He said sadly. Tears were in my eyes, my throat clenching.
"Which is why we gotta find this yellow-eyed son of a bitch. That's why I'm gonna kill him myself. I mean, I got nothing to lose now, right?" Dean said with a small smile. I scoffed behind him, shaking my head. He glanced at me before looking back at Bobby.
Bobby grabbed his shirt yelling, "I could throttle you!"
"What, and send me downstairs ahead of schedule?" Dean said sadly.
"Damn you." I whispered behind him.
"What is it with you Winchesters, huh? You, your dad, you're both just itching to throw yourselves down the pit." Bobby told him.
"That's my point. Dad brought me back, Bobby. I'm not even supposed to be here. At least this way, something good can come out of it, you know. Like my life can mean something." Dean replied.
"Dean…" I said shakily.
"What, and it didn't before? Have you got that low an opinion of yourself? Are you that screwed in the head?" Bobby shot at him.
"I couldn't let him die, Bobby. I couldn't. He's my brother."
"How's your brother gonna to feel when he finds out you're going to hell? How'd you feel when you knew your dad went for you?"
"You can't tell him. You can take a shot at me, whatever you gotta do. But please don't tell him." Dean told him pleadingly.
"And what about her?" Bobby said pointing at me. "What do you expect her to do now? You made her a promise. You gave her a ring and you decided to just throw it away?"
"I don't have a ring anymore." I told him flatly.
"What?" Bobby said looking at me.
"What's the point?" I shrugged at him.
"What's the point? You're just as screwed in the head as he is." He told me angrily. "You two are made for each other. You are going to get past this."
"And how the hell do you expect us to do that?" I asked him coldly. "He's going to Hell, Bobby. Why would I marry him when he's going to be dead in a year?"
"Because you love each other!" Bobby shot at us.
"That hasn't changed." I told him calmly. "I'm just not strong enough." I said and walked away.
The chain link fence moved and I was grabbed from behind. I was against Dean. I unconsciously put my hand on his thigh. He held me against him briefly before moving me behind him. His gun was cocked and ready. I took the other from the back of his jeans. As the intruder came closer Bobby moved forward, Dean following. I was only a few seconds behind, hearing them grab whoever it was. Tears immediately came to my eyes as I watched Dean embrace Ellen.
"Ellen? Ellen. Oh, God." Dean told her.
"Ellen." I said with relief as I embraced her next. "Are you okay?" I asked her.
She had tears in her eyes. I nodded and put my arm around her, leading her back to the house. We sat her at the table, Bobby sitting across from her. All eyes were on her. She had survived the Roadhouse fire. It was suspicious and yet relieving all at the same time.
"Bobby, is this really necessary?" Ellen asked.
"It's just a belt of holy water. Shouldn't hurt." Bobby told her.
Ellen frowned at him before downing the shot. Nothing happened. She was really Ellen.
"Whiskey now, if you don't mind." She said sliding the shot glass back to Bobby. I sighed, going and sitting next to her.
"Ellen, what happened? How'd you get out?" Dean asked.
"We saw the Roadhouse." I told her sadly.
"I wasn't supposed to. I was supposed to be in there with everybody else. But we ran out of pretzels, of all things. Was just dumb luck. Anyway, that's when Ash called, panic in his voice. He told me to look in the safe. Then the call cut out. By the time I got back, the flames were sky high. Everybody was dead. I couldn't have been gone more than 15 minutes." She said, her voice shaky.
"Sorry, Ellen." Sam told her sadly.
"Lot of good people died in there. And I got to live. Lucky me." She said but you could see the survivor's guilt in her eyes. I put my hand on her arm.
"Ellen, you mentioned a safe." Bobby stated.
"A hidden safe we keep in the basement." Ellen told him.
"Demons get what was in it?"
"No." She replied taking out a map with five X's in a circle formation. She handed the map to Dean.
"Wyoming?" He said looking at her. "What does that mean?" He asked referring to the X's.
Bobby got a quizzical look on his face before walking off. We all sat there, tension filling the air.
"I don't believe it." Bobby said coming back.
"What, you got something?" Sam asked.
"A lot more then that. Each of these Xs is an abandoned frontier church, all mid-19th century. And all of them built by Samuel Colt." He told us.
"Samuel Colt? The demon-killing, gun-making Samuel Colt?" Dean asked.
"Yup. And there's more. He built private railway lines connecting church to church. That just happened to lay out like this." He said connecting the X's, forming a pentagram.
"Tell me that's not what I think it is." Dean said looking at it.
"Holy shit." I said leaning toward the map.
"It's a Devil's Trap. A hundred-square-mile Devil's Trap." Sam smiled.
"That's brilliant. Iron lines, demons can't cross."
"It's more then brilliant. That's bloody fantastic." I smiled at Dean. He smiled back but I averted my eyes, my smile gone. I heard him sigh but I looked at his brother.
"I never heard of anything that massive." Ellen frowned.
"No one has." Bobby stated.
"All these years none of the lines have broken? I mean, it still works?" Dean asked.
"Definitely." Sam answered.
"How do you know?" Dean told him with raised brows.
"All those omens Bobby found. I mean, the demons, they must be circling and they can't get in." Sam told him.
"Yeah, well, they're trying." Bobby added.
"Why? What's inside?" Ellen asked.
"That's what I've been looking for. And, uh, there's nothing except an old cowboy cemetery right in the middle." Dean said pointing to it. I nodded, having done the same research myself.
"Why? What's so important about a cemetery? What's Colt trying to protect?" Sam asked.
"Well, unless-" Dean said thoughtfully.
"Unless what?" Bobby asked.
"What if Colt wasn't trying to keep demons out? What if he was keeping something in?" Dean replied.
"Now that's a comforting thought." Ellen said sarcastically.
"Yeah, you think?" Dean scoffed.
"Could they do it, Bobby? Could they get inside?" Sam asked.
"This thing's so powerful you'd practically need an A-bomb to destroy it. No way a full-blood demon gets across." Bobby replied.
"No. But I know who could."
I was lying on the hood of one of the cars toward the back of the junkyard. I was away from everyone while they prepared. I should have been helping but I needed a little alone time. Constantly seeing Dean was more painful than anything I've felt before. I had said the words I never thought I would. It's over. The words echoed in my head. I closed my eyes, tears running from the corners. I sat up when I heard footsteps approaching. I relaxed, sighing, when Dean came into view.
"Please go away." I told him softly as I wiped the tears away.
"You don't mean that." He said standing in front of the car, his hands in his pockets.
"I wish I did." I said looking at him.
"What can I do to make this better?" He asked.
"There is nothing you can do." I said shaking my head. "You can't take it back. There's no stopping it now." He nodded. "Sam will die, wont he?" I asked. "If you try and get out of it. He'll die again." He nodded again. "So…I, uh…" I said but I didn't know what to say to him.
He sighed and sat on the hood next to me. He put his hand out toward me. I took it, leaning against him, my head on his shoulder. I closed my eyes, my brows furrowed. "I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't want to make that deal. I thought I…we…would have ten years. We'd have ten years and we would be happy. Plenty of time to come to terms with it. You wouldn't have had to know. But she wouldn't give me ten. She would only give me one." I sniffled but didn't say anything. "I need to make this right. I don't want things to change. I love you. I need you. But you were right when you said that I didn't want to make you a widow. I don't. That's the last thing I want. But I don't want this back either." He said pulling my ring from his pocket. "I made you a promise. I will hold to that promise."
"But you're going to Hell, Dean." I told him, barely above a whisper. "I have one year left with you. Our record for good years isn't exactly high."
He smiled. "The past year hasn't been bad." He told me.
I couldn't help but smile back. "Sure. I died and was brought back. Dug myself out of my own grave with no memory of who I was. Sam is immune to a demonic disease, died, and was brought back. We were nearly married but on our wedding day you were shot and would have died if it hadn't been for a witch. And we can't forget our son. Our baby was stabbed and killed while still in the womb. Not to mention all the demons, ghosts, and everything else we fight. Does that sound like a good year?" I said looking up at him.
He rested his head against mine. "We survived it. We survived it together."
"Until I backed out at the very end." I told him sadly.
"I know you didn't mean it. You were upset and scared." He replied.
"I'm still upset and scared."
"But you love me."
I looked at him. "I really, really do."
"Can I put this back on you yet?" He asked holding the ring next to my hand.
I sighed and looked at him. "Yes please." He smiled and slipped it back onto my ring finger. "I have to admit. I've felt pretty naked without it."
"I love you." He said kissing my forehead.
"I love you too." I said wrapping my arms around his neck. "I don't want to lose you." I whispered.
"I don't want to leave you." He said caressing the back of my head. "But you understand why I did what I did."
"I do. I just wish you would have talked to me first." I told him.
"You wouldn't have let me do it."
"No."
He pulled me away from him, resting his hands on the sides of my head. He kissed me passionately. I leaned into him as I grabbed his hair in my hand. He rolled on top of me, laying me back on the hood. His hand moved to my waist. I undid my pants before pulling off his button-up, followed by his t-shirt. He pulled my pants off before my shirt, his hand running down my body before he undid his pants, positioning himself. He rocked against me. I groaned, gripping his back, my fingers indenting his skin. We kissed continuously, only breaking for air. His lips trailed up my neck, the feeling making me quiver. We were sweaty and tired by the time we were done. Both of us half naked, we laid in each others arms.
"Wow." I smiled at him.
"I have to say that that was some pretty good make up sex." Dean grinned at me. I couldn't help but laugh. "Do you feel a little better now?"
I nodded, "Yeah." I ran my hand across his bare chest. "If we do that every night, a year might be enough."
He laughed and kissed my hair. "I spose we should be getting back."
"Maybe, before they come looking for us." I smiled and slid off of the car.
After tracking down our clothes we returned to the house, hand in hand. Everyone was getting ready to head out. We needed to get to Wyoming before Jake arrived. Sam filled in the rest of us about what had happened in Cold Oak. It was shocking. Sam had told me of Ava. I had been there when she disappeared. But hearing that she was murdering people with her abilities was unnerving. Sam and I had the same ability she did. We could learn to do the same things. It wasn't a happy thought. I didn't want to turn evil. I didn't want to be any sort of soldier. The only comfort I had was that the demon was concentrating on Sam's generation. So far mine was going unnoticed.
"You two make up?" Ellen asked us.
"Yeah." I smiled and helped pack up the cars.
We were on our way as soon as possible. The sun was already starting to set when we finally arrived. The cemetery was quiet. It appeared that we had beaten Jake. We went through the cemetery before taking our places out of site. I was with Dean, hiding among headstones, foliage, and fences.
"Did you really mean it?" He whispered.
"Mean what?" I whispered back.
"That we made up?"
"Of course." I frowned at him.
"Okay. Just making sure." He smiled at me.
"But that doesn't mean I'm not still mad at you." I told him. "I'm going to have low moments and you're going to have to be there. I want to spend every minute with you since I know you're leaving me."
"Evy, I'll always be there for you. It doesn't matter where I am." He said gently caressing my face.
I smiled and kissed him sweetly. But my smile faded when we heard footsteps. Jake made it to the cemetery. We waited, watching as he came forward. He walked up to the large mausoleum in the center of the cemetery. It had a pentagram shape with a hole in the middle. He held the colt. It appeared to be the key to opening it. Sam was the first to move.
"Howdy, Jake." Sam told him. The rest of us came out of our hiding places, all our guns raised.
"Oh, you." Jake said, shocked to see Sam. "You were dead. I killed you."
"Yeah? Well, next time finish the job." Sam shot at him. I frowned, looking at Sam.
"I did. I cut clean through your spinal cord, man. You can't be alive. You can't be." Jake told him.
"Okay. Just take it real easy there, son." Bobby told him.
"And if I don't?" Jake replied.
"Wait and see." Sam told him coldly.
"What, you a tough guy all of a sudden? What are you gonna go? Kill me?" Jake asked.
"It's a thought." Sam replied.
"You had your chance. You couldn't." Jake said shaking his head.
"I won't make that mistake twice." Sam told him.
I looked at Sam. I wanted to embrace him. I wanted to hold him and tell him everything would be alright. He deserved the truth. He shouldn't find out from this monster. My thoughts were interrupted when Jake started laughing
"What are you smiling at, you little bitch?" Dean asked him coldly.
"Hey, ladies. Do me a favor. Point your gun at each others head." Jake told Ellen and me. I started to shake when I couldn't control my actions. My arm turned, forcing me to point my gun at Ellen. "See, that Ava girl was right. Once you give into it, there's all sorts of new Jedi Mind Tricks you can learn."
"Let them go." Sam told him.
"Shoot him." Ellen told him.
"Do it." I replied as I looked at Dean.
"You'll be mopping up skull before you get a shot off. Everybody put your guns down. Except you, sweetheart. And you." Jake said with a grin. I watched as the three men dropped their guns. "Okay, thank you." Jake said slowly turning back toward the mausoleum.
There was only a few minutes delay before Jake rushed forward. He pushed the colt into the hole and turned it. I could feel my finger starting to pull the trigger. I closed my eyes and just as the gun went off my arm was forced up into the air. I opened my eyes, breathing hard. Dean smiled at me. Smiling back, I put my hand on his chest. While Dean and Bobby saved Ellen and I, Sam grabbed his gun shooting Jake several times in the back. We all faced them as Jake pleaded for his life. Sam's face grew hard and he shot Jake to death. We moved forward, Dean removing the Colt from the door.
"Oh, no." Bobby said worriedly.
"Bobby, what is it?" Ellen frowned at him.
"It's hell. Take cover! Now!" He yelled, already running for cover.
I followed Dean. Launching myself over a headstone just as the doors burst open. The sky filled with black smoke as demons, ghosts, and ghouls escaped from Hell.
"What the hell just happened?" Dean asked over the noise.
"That's a Devil's Gate, a damn door to Hell." Ellen replied. "Come on, we gotta shut that gate." She said moving from behind the stone.
I followed her. Bobby and I took one side while Sam and Ellen took the other. Even with the four of us the doors barely moved. I noticed Dean wasn't with us. I looked for him just in time to see him thrown through the air. Azazel had made his appearance. Sam yelled out to his brother and left the doors. I wanted to rush to help too, but Sam had it covered. As Sam approached them the demon pinned him against a tree.
"Dean! Sammy!" I yelled but couldn't leave. The doors needed to be shut.
Bobby, Ellen, and I strained against the doors. The noise was immense as the beings from Hell continued to escape. From the corner of my eye I saw someone launch themselves at the demon. I turned my head to see John Winchester struggling with the black form of the demon. It was a short struggle before John was thrown back. The demon returned to its vessel. He stood and looked down at Dean. He had the colt in his hand, aimed and ready. He glared at the demon before shooting him in the heart, killing him. Bobby, Ellen, and I finally managed to get the doors shut. I turned back in time to see John walking up to Dean. I moved forward, unable to stay back. John put his hand on Dean's shoulder, smiling at him. All of them had tears in their eyes. I did too as I beheld the image. John looked over at Sam who nodded at his father. John smiled and nodded in return. By this time I was next to Dean. I looked at John. He smiled and put his hand on my cheek. He took my hand and Dean's, putting mine in his. Dean and my eyes met before we looked back at John. He smiled wider, nodding, before he stepped back. His form flickered before he disappeared. I leaned into Dean, letting my tears fall. I looked at the brothers. They too had tears on their cheeks. We all took deep breaths, recovering from what just happened. We turned back to the body the demon had been possessing.
"Well, check that off the to-do list." Dean smiled at his brother.
"You did it." Sam smiled back.
"I didn't do it alone." Dean stated.
I put my arm around his waist. He kissed my hair before looking back down at the body. "It's finally over."
"Do you think Dad really-? You think he really climbed out of Hell?" Sam asked.
"A door was open. If anyone's stubborn enough to do it…it'd be him." Dean smiled.
"He always thought he could." I smiled at Sam.
"Where do you think he is now?" Sam asked.
"I don't know." Dean replied.
"I think he's in heaven with your mom." I smiled. "We know there's something after death. He's in a better place."
"I kind of can't believe it, Dean. I mean-. Our whole lives, everything, has been prepping for this. And now, I-. I kind of don't know what to say." Sam said shaking his head.
"I do." Dean said bending down, looking at the face of the man. "That was for our mom. You son of a bitch."
He stood, taking my hand. I smiled and we made our way back to the car. We came and did what we needed to do. Demons were released but the demon was dead. I ran my fingers along the Impala and reached for the handle. Dean was behind me. I stopped though, when Sam frowned, stopping a few feet from the car.
"You know, when Jake saw me it was like he saw a ghost. I mean, hell, you heard him, Dean. He said he killed me." Sam stated.
"Sammy…" I said looking at him sadly.
"Glad he was wrong." Dean replied.
"I don't think he was, Dean. What happened? After I was stabbed?" Sam asked.
"I already told you." Dean replied.
"Not everything." Sam replied.
"Sam, we just killed the demon? Can we celebrate for a minute?" Dean asked. He sounded angry but he didn't want to be.
"Did I die?" Sam asked him.
"Oh, come on." Dean frowned.
"Did you sell your soul for me? Like Dad did for you?" Sam asked him.
"Oh, come on. No." Dean said angrily.
"Tell me the truth." Sam told him. Dean didn't say anything. "Dean, tell me the truth."
"Sam." Dean said sadly.
"Sammy…" I said softly.
"You knew." He said looking at me. I nodded. "You didn't say anything."
"What was I supposed to say?" I asked him.
"You should have told me." He replied. I didn't say anything. "How long you get?" Sam asked Dean.
"One year. I got one year."
"You shouldn't have done that. How could you do that?" Sam asked angrily.
"Don't get mad a me. Don't you do that. I had to. I had to look out for you. That's my job." Dean replied forlornly.
"And what do you think my job is?" Sam asked.
"And mine." I added.
"What?" Dean asked.
"You 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." Sam said with a small smile.
"Yeah." Dean smiled back.
"We'll do it together." I added with a smile.
"Well…the Yellow-Eyed demon might be dead but a lot more got through that gate." Ellen stated.
"That ruined the moment." I smiled at her.
"How many you think?" Dean asked.
"A hundred? Maybe 200. It's an army. He's unleashed an army." Sam replied.
"Hope to hell you boys are ready. Because the war's just begun." Bobby told them.
"And girl." I frowned at him.
"And girl." Bobby replied shaking his head.
"Well, then…" Dean said throwing his gun into the trunk. "We got work to do." He said and grinned at his brother.
I couldn't help but laugh. The demon was dead, Sam was alive, and we had one year to defeat the army that was unleashed. It was going to be hard. It was going to be long. But we could do it. We would be able to rid the world of as much evil as we could. But with the good came the sorrow. I couldn't begin to imagine my life without Dean, but I couldn't truly be angry with him. I would have done the same thing. The last thing I wanted was to lose Dean. But I didn't have a choice. I would have to make the best of the time we had left. Knowing what would happen if we tried to get Dean out of his deal, made any optimism dissolve. I had to face the fact that in a year's time it would be just me and Sammy. Life would have to go on without him. My life would have to go on without him. But that aside, Dean was right. We did have work to do.
THE END
And there you have it! The end of Season 2 of my Supernatural fanfictions! Season 3 is already set to go. Let's see who reviews and perhaps I'll post the third within the next few days. =]