"Me? Why?" Sam was surprised. The demon just shot him a disappointed look. "Think about it real hard. It'll come to you."
Sam looked at Melinda, scared for her. He looked at his family, then at Castiel. All their eyes were on him. Sam focused on Dean, then he remembered why they were running in the first place. It finally came to him. "Lucifer." Sam whispered.
"Yep, and you've got big date with him, so you best be coming with us without any trouble, or.."
"Or what?" Sam snapped back.
The demon pulled the gun from Melinda's head, cocked it then buried it in her hair again. "I think you know. And we're not bluffing either."
Silence reigned upon everyone. The weight of world seemed to crumble over Sam. He knew what he had to do. the last thing he ever wanted to was to put Melinda in danger. And it was all his and Dean's fault.
"Fine. Take me, but you let her go." Sam gave in. He threw his arms over and behind his head. He walked foreward, stepping cautiously.
"Sam! No!" Dean yelled, lunging after his brother. He grabbed a hold on Sam's arms and yanked him around. Dean dove into Sam's green eyes and begged for him to stay. "Don't do this, Sam." Dean pleaded.
Sam's eyes were partially watering as he looked at his brother. "Dean, they'll kill Melinda. They'll kill Bobby." Sam lowered his voice. "I rather die myself knowing they'll have a fighting chance." Dean slowly let go of Sam's arm. His eyes too were glossy. "I'll never say yes. I swear over everything." Sam attempted to smile.
Dean's face was hard and sad. He didn't want to let Sam go, not now, not without a fight. Dean breifly looked at Melinda who was staring death in the face. Dean glanced to the floor with a heavy heart, then looked at Sam. He nodded, then finally let him go. Sam pulled Dean into a tight hug, knowing the next time they meet, one of them will die. They held each other for moments, but then Sam pulled away, backing up.
Sam then turned to the demons and Melinda. "Okay, you have me. Now let her go." A tear slid down Sam's cheek silently. He ignored it as it rolled down his neck. "Gladly." The demon smirked. She pushed Melinda to the floor, and quickly to she crawled away. Castiel bent down to help her to her feet. He held her in his arms as they both watched Sam turned himself in. Melinda felt the wetness on her face. She wanted to reach out and hug her brother one last time, but she kept herself silent, protected by Cas.
One of the demons pulled out a pair of handcuffs, then walked arund Sam to put them on. "Kinky, I know." The demon teased Sam. The demon made sure they were tight, then pushed him foreward. The woman with the gun pointed it at Sam. "Now, let's lay down some ground rules. There are demons surrounding this proporty like vultures. You try to leave, you get what's coming to you." The demon grabbed Sam by the shoulder and jerked him around. "Also, if Sammy here tries to escape, weasel or worm his way out of captivity in anyway, you all die, end of story." The demon moved her lips to Sam's ear. "Got it, Sam?" She whispered.
"Yes." Sam answered quickly.
"Good." The demons put they hands on Sam's shoulders and arms, then guided him out the door.
All of a sudden, Bobby lunged foreward. "Sam, wait!" He hollered as he ran to the door. "Bobby, no!" Dean went after him.
But it was too late. The demon shot Bobby, right through the heart, then left the scene with handcuffed Sam. The door slammed shut just as Bobby fell to the floor. Dean and Melinda swarmed him, drenching themselves in blood. Dean picked Bobby up, studying his dying face.
"Damnit, Bobby!" Dean shook him viggorously. Melinda tried her hardest to apply pressure to his wound. She looked onto Bobby's face as well. Blood surfaced at his mouth then spilled out at the sides of his lips, staining his beard. He was leaving this earth faster than they could save him. Bobby was going to die.