All Hell Breaks Loose pt. 2
Sam laid peacefully on a mattress in a motel room. Dean stood by the doorway, in silence, watching his brother's corpse. Dean's eyes were tired of no sleep and many tears. Adonia and Genna sat in the other room, just sitting there, in silence. Through Genna's head was mere sadness, sadness of Sam's death, sadness of Dean's unfortunate events in his life, and the sadness in Adonia only piled on. All Adonia could do in her thoughts was blame herself for Sam's death. The protection she promised him, knowing she needed to come back for him, it all added up to be a disaster in her eyes; pointless now.
"Dean? Girls?" Bobby called as he walked in the door.
"I brought you guys this," he said holding up some food. They didn't care.
"No, thanks. I'm fine," Dean said in a monotone voice. Bobby looked at the girls, offering. They shook their heads 'no'.
"You should eat something," Bobby suggested.
"I said I'm fine," Dean said with a slight harsh tone in his voice. He turned away and walked towards the table that the girls were sitting and Bobby placed the food. He grabbed his beer and took a long drink from it. Bobby watched as he did so. He turned to Genna and Adonia and noticed their remaining silent and melancholy appearance.
"Dean, look, I hate to bring this up. I do. Don't you think it's time to bury Sam?" Dean looked at Bobby with a look of great hate. The girls finally looked up to see Dean's expression.
"No," Dean said bluntly. He sat next to Genna. She half expected him to seek comfort from her since the death, but it has yet to happen. Dean shutting down and barely speaking to anyone was no surprise to her either.
"Well, we could, maybe-"
"What? Torch his corpse? Not yet," Dean quietly, but the pain and hostility in his voice was clear as day. Bobby leaned into the table.
"I want you to come with me," Bobby said to him.
"I'm not going anywhere," Dean leaned onto the table with his arms crossed.
"Dean, please," Bobby said, sounding desperate.
"Would you cut me some slack?" He asked looking in Bobby's direction, but not at him directly.
"I just don't want you to stay here like this. That's all," Bobby pleaded. Dean's blood was boiling, "I gotta admit. I could use your help. Something big is going down. End of the world, big."
"Well then LET IT END!" Dean exclaimed. The girls jumped out of fear.
"You don't mean that," Bobby said calmly in disbelief. Dean tossed his chair to the side as he stood to face Bobby.
"You don't think so? Huh? You don't think I've given enough? You don't think I've paid enough? I'm done with it, all of it. If you know what's good for you, you turn around and get the hell out of here."
"GO!" Dean said as he pushed Bobby away from him. Bobby looked at Dean with horror and disbelief in his eyes. The girls knew it was coming, but they tried not to show emotion. They believed that was the only reason Dean kept them around, because they stayed quiet.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please just go," Dean said, realizing how harsh he was acting. Bobby turned away from Dean who was leaning on Genna's chair.
"You know where I'll be," Bobby said before walking out the door. Dean turned to Sam's body and as he looked away, a tear fell from his face.
Dean had asked the girls to give him and Sam some time. They waited until they heard Dean scream "What am I supposed to do". He then stormed out of the hotel.
"Dean, where are you going?" Genna asked as she stood from the old wooden bench outside the hotel.
"I'll be back," he said as he walked away from them.
"But Dean!" Genna called.
"I said I'll be back," Dean yelled back in a harsh tone as he got into his car. Genna turned to Adonia, who was still sitting on the bench, staring at the ground.
"Are you going to be okay?" Genna asked her. Adonia did nothing for seconds and finally looked up slowly.
"What kind of question is that?" Adonia asked with coldness in her eyes. Genna looked out into the distance as all she saw were small red tail lights as they drove away.
"I lost him too, Addie," Genna paused and knelt down before her friend. She sighed and folded her hands as her heels propped her up.
"I wish you and Dean would understand. I understand that Sam was all Dean had left. And I understand that there's something between you and Sam that is unexplainable and possibly love. But what I need you two to understand is that neither of you are alone. It's okay to let me in. We can get through this together." Adonia looked at Genna, reading her eyes.
"Thank you," was all Adonia said before walking back into the house and closing the door. She turned to look at Sam's body. She took a deep breath and held back any tears as she saw his lifeless corpse. She walked into the room and sat in a chair next to the bed. She looked over his body, hoping to see his chest rise even slightly for some kind of sign of life; but nothing.
"I guess this is it, Sam. The time when I'm supposed to grieve and cry my eyes out. But that wouldn't be fair, would it? I didn't cry when I found out my parents died," she laughed slightly, "Oh wait. I did. You chased me down the street to comfort me." She paused to regain her strength.
"Sam, when we first met, I didn't know I would feel what I've been feeling lately. In fact, I thought nothing of you when we met. I had one thing on my mind and that was vengeance. It seemed like everything that happened caused these feelings to emerge. We're linked in some way and I'm not sure why. I do know that I won't be able to let you go. I was never able to and it won't stop now. It's not your time, Sam. That would be too easy. How do I know? Not sure. I just do. I can't even say what I'm really feeling and you can't even hear me. Maybe you can, I don't know. You could be in this room, right now, listening to every word I'm saying." She stopped and began to cry.
"I can't let you go, Sam," she said between tears. Suddenly, Sam's eyes shot open and he sat up, confused.
"Oh my God..." Adonia said aloud.
Adonia left the room to get Genna. They whispered to each other about what happened. When they entered the bedroom, Sam was standing at the mirror trying to look at his back. It was clear that he had some remembrance of the stabbing. The door opened and in came Dean.
"Sammy, thank God," Dean said with a mix of emotions. He walked up to Sam and hugged him tightly. Sam winced in pain. Genna and Adonia stood by each other, not sure what to say.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, man. I'm just...I'm just happy to see you up and around, that's all. Come on, sit down." He led Sam back to the bed.
"What happened to me?" Sam asked Dean. Dean turned to Genna and Adonia, then back at Sam.
"Well, what do you remember?" Dean asked him.
"I-I saw you, Genna, and Bobby, and...I felt this pain. This sharp pain, like...like, white-hot, you know, and then you started running at me, and...that's about it."
"Yeah, that- that kid, stabbed you in the back. You lost a lot of blood. It was pretty touch and go for awhile."
"But Dean, you can't patch up a wound that bad," Sam looked pensive.
"No, Bobby could. Who was that kid, anyway?" Dean asked with slight anger.
"His name's Jake. Did you get him?"
"No, he disappeared into the woods."
"We got to find him, Dean. And I swear I'm gonna tear that son of a bitch apart," Sam said angrily. He got up, but Dean followed suit to stop him.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy there, Van Damme. You just woke up, all right? Let's get you something to eat. Huh? You want something to eat?" Dean asked.
"Dean, before we do that, could we talk to you for a second?" Adonia asked with a certain tone in her voice. He agreed and followed them into another room where Sam wouldn't be able to hear them.
"What the hell did you do, Dean?" Adonia asked harshly.
"Look, before you rip my head off, let me explain," Dean said calmly.
"No, Dean. There's nothing to explain. That is the most hypocritical thing you've done yet. I hope the deal you made was worth it," Adonia said with authority in her voice.
"What deal?" Genna asked. Dean looked at Adonia and back at Genna. He looked down to figure out whether he was going to lie or tell the truth.
"I made a deal with a crossroad demon," he said looking at Genna.
"Yeah. After you went on a rampage when your father made one for you. After we tried to save the lives of people that made one for themselves. After you insulted anyone that ever made one for someone they loved. And here you are, making deals yourself. So what was it, Dean? Hmm? What was the deal?" Adonia was furious and she never stepped down from her ground. Dean turned away. He didn't say anything and Adonia's emotion shifted.
"I'm not gonna talk about this now," Dean said before walking away. Adonia grabbed his arm gently.
"Dean, wait." She turned him around.
"What deal did you make?" She asked calmly.
"My life for his," Genna's heart stopped for an instant.
"How long?" Adonia asked softly.
"A year," Dean said with sadness in his voice, but it was clear he tried to stay strong. Genna stormed out of the room.
"Oh Dean..." Adonia said before giving him a hug; a rarity.
After finding Ellen and making sure she wasn't a demon, all six hunters stuck together to figure out their next move. Bobby figured out on a map that there is a 100 square mile Devil's Trap and right in the center is a gate to hell that the yellow-eyed demon is trying to use Jake to get to.
It was then nighttime and the hunters watched at Jake walked through the gate. He began walking towards the stone tomb, which was the gate to hell.
"Howdy, Jake," Sam said to him with dominance in his voice. The rest stood from behind graves with guns ready.
"Wait...you were dead. I killed you," Jake said confused.
'Yeah? Well next time, finish the job," Sam was feeling tough to say the least.
"I did! I cut clean through your spinal cord, man," Sam glanced at Dean, "You can't be alive. You can't be."
"Hey. Just take it real easy there, son," Bobby said to Jake.
"And if I don't?" Jake asked daringly.
"Wait and see," Adonia said with a threatening tone in her voice. Jake turned to Sam.
"What, you a tough guy all of a sudden? What are you gonna do, kill me?"
"It's a thought," Sam said.
"You had your chance. You couldn't."
"I won't make that mistake twice," Jake began to laugh.
"What are you smiling at, you little bitch," Dean asked with an attitude.
"Hey Lady, do me a favor. Put that gun to your head," Ellen pointed her gun at her temple, "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 was using his new powers against Ellen.
"Let her go," Sam demanded.
"Shoot him," Ellen said with a trembling voice.
"You'll be mopping up skull before you get a shot off," Jake paused, "Everybody, put your guns down. Except you, sweetheart." Five guns dropped,
"Okay. Thank you," Jake turned around and pulled the Colt out of his pocket. While he was inserting it into the crypt, Dean and Bobby grabbed Ellen before she could shoot herself just as Sam shot Jake four times in the back. Jake fell onto the ground, and Sam positioned himself in front of him.
"Please...don't. Please," Jake begged. Sam shot Jake three more times in the chest. Dean walked in front of Sam and looked at him. Sam wiped blood off of his face like it was nothing. He seemed like a completely different person. The six watched as two separate engravings on the crypt spun in different directions, then stopped.
"Oh, no," Bobby said, knowing what was happening.
"Bobby, what is it?" Ellen asked.
"It's hell." Dean reached over and pulled the Colt from the crypt.
"Take cover, now!" Bobby yelled. All six ran behind tombstones as the doors to the crypt burst open. A large black mass erupted from the other side and shot outward. The demons breached the Devil's Trap and escaped.
"What the hell just happened?" Dean yelled over the roar.
"That's a devil's gate. A damn door to hell," Ellen yelled back.
"Come on! We gotta shut that gate!" Ellen yelled as she started to get up. Everyone followed knowing the door would be hard to close. Dean stood back and look at the Colt.
"If the demon gave this to Jake, then maybe..." Dean turned around with the Colt ready to find the yellow-eyed demon behind him. When Dean pointed the gun at him, the demon used his powers to grab the gun.
"A boy shouldn't play with Daddy's guns," the demon said jokingly. He threw Dean in the air, causing him to hit his head on a tombstone when he landed.
"Dean!" Sam exclaimed. He let go of the door to run to Dean. Everyone else struggled to close the door. Sam was thrown against a tree.
"I'll get to you in a minute, champ. But I'm proud of you-knew you had it in you," he paralyzed Dean. "Sit a spell. So, Dean...I got to 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.
"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 asked with a smirk.
"Well, it's a better shake than your dad ever got. And you never wondered why? I'm surprised at you. I mean...you saw what your brother just did to Jake, right? That was pretty cold, wasn't it?" He chuckled.
"How certain are you that what you brought back, is 100% pure Sam," the demon laughed, "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 the yellow-eyed demon cocked the Colt, John Winchester grabbed the demon from behind. The body the demon possessed fell to the ground, the gun still in hand, while John and the yellow-eyed demon wrestle. The demon pushed him to the ground and entered the body once more. When he stood up, Dean shot him with the Colt. The demon then fell to the ground, dead. Bobby, Ellen, Adonia, and Genna closed the gate doors and turned to see John. The father put his hand on Dean's shoulder, both are crying, while Sam stood on the side and gave his father a nod. With a look at Adonia and Genna, John stepped back and disappeared. They were near to tears.
Dean and Sam stood over the body, which was now just human.
"Check that off the to-do list," Dean said with a slight laugh. Adonia and Genna stood by their side.
"You did it," Genna said with her hand on Dean's shoulder.
"I didn't do it alone," Dean said modestly.
"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," everyone laughed slightly.
"Where do you think he is now?" Adonia asked, hoping he wasn't a roaming ghost or somewhere worst.
"I don't know," Dean said.
"I kind of can't believe it. 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."
"I do," Dean said as he leaned over the body, "that was for our mom, you son of a bitch."
They walked back to the Impala.
"You know, when Jake saw me, it was like he had seen a ghost," Sam pointed out as he leaned against the car, "I mean, hell, you heard him. He said he killed me." Adonia shot a look at Dean from the corner or her eye. Genna looked down at the ground.
"I'm glad he was wrong," Dean said innocently.
"I don't think he was, Dean. What happened...after I was stabbed?" Sam asked suspiciously.
"I already told you," Dean said defensively.
"Not everything," Sam noted.
"Sam, we just killed the demon. Can we celebrate for a minute?" Dean sounded irritated more than anything.
"Did I die?" Sam asked, clearly not wanting to avoid the topic.
"Oh, come on."
"Did you sell your soul for me, like Dad did for you?" Sam had tears in his eyes.
"Oh come on, no," Dean said as if that was completely impossible.
"Tell me the truth," Dean scoffed, "Dean, tell me the truth." Sam turned to the girls, who just stood there.
"Sam," Dean began to say.
"How long do you get?" Sam said with a breaking voice.
"One year. I got one year."
"You shouldn't have done that. How could you do that?"
"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," Dean had tears in his eyes.
"And what do you think my job is?" Sam asked, insulted.
"What?" Dean was clueless.
"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." Ellen and Bobby approached the Impala.
"Well, the yellow-eyed demon might be dead, but a lot more got through that gate," she pointed out.
"How many, you think?" Dean asked.
"Hundred, maybe two hundred. It's an army. He's unleashed an army," Sam replied.
"Hope to hell you guys are ready, 'cause the war has just begun," Bobby said to them. Dean opened the trunk and threw the Colt in it. He closed the door with a smirk.
"Well then, we got work to do."