Bobby pushed himself up and walked to the door after he heard the knocking. When he opened the door and saw Sam and Dean standing there, his eyes grew wide and he immediately looked to Dean. Sam smiled and stepped inside, giving Bobby a clap on the shoulder, "Thanks for patching me up, man." He said, moving further into the house. Bobby arched a brow at Dean, giving him a meaningful look. "Sure thing, Sam…" Oshea stepped in, her eyes a little red from crying. She was silent as she moved into the house and find herself a chair. Bobby continued to stare at Dean. "You know, Dean… there are a few books I want to show you all out in the truck. Come and help me get them, would you?"

Dean stood there for a moment before following after Bobby into the salvage yard. As soon as they were out of earshot, Bobby grabbed the lapels of Dean's jacket and shoved him against one of the cars. "You idjit." He snapped furiously.

Dean didn't even try to struggle, he knew he deserved it. He deserved even more than that. "I had to do it, Bobby…"

"You had to?" Bobby said with a frown. "You had to." He cursed and pulled Dean away just to shove him into the truck again. "How long until they come for you?"

"One year…" Dean said quietly. "They gave me one year."

"And what do you think Sam is going to say when he finds out? Have you told him?"

Dean shook his head. "I can't tell him. I remember how I felt when I found out dad sold his soul for me, it won't do Sam any good to go through that like I had to."

"You should have thought of that before you made the deal, Dean." Bobby said, leaning closer to him. "What are you going to do in a year when they come for you? How are you going to explain that to Sam? How do you think he's going to feel then?"

Tears welled in Dean's eyes as she shook his head. "I don't know… but… I couldn't let him, die. Bobby. I just couldn't."

Bobby shook his head and released Dean with a jerk. "I should throttle you for this." He said lowly.

"What, and send me downstairs ahead of schedule?" Dean said, smirking wryly.

"This isn't funny, Dean!" Bobby said, narrowing his eyes. He sighed and stepped away, going to his truck and gathering up the books he had been referring to. "Just get inside, idjit. We have a lot of work to do."

Dean nodded quietly and picked up a pile of the books and carried it back inside Bobby's house. Sam looked up as they walked back in. "You guys sure took a long time." He said. Bobby ignored him and walked over to the table where he had sat out a map that he had marked.

"So what are we dealing with?" Sam said.

"Well I found something… I'm just not sure what it means. Demon omens like a friggin' tidal wave. Cattle deaths, lightning storms. They've skyrocketed out of nowhere. Here," Bobby said, pulling out a wrinkled map and circling the state of Wyoming with his finger. "Except for one place. Southern Wyoming."

"Wyoming?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, that one area's totally clean, spotless," Bobby replied. "It's almost as if…"

"What?"

"…the demons are surrounding it," Bobby finished.

"But you don't know why?"

"No, and by this point, my eyes are swimming."

Just after he finished speaking, Oshea stiffened, lifting a hand to her head, feeling the familiar pain as it coursed through her. She clutched her head with her hands as the pain intensified and her breathing became shallow. She tightly closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as images began to swirl in her mind. She saw a burnt and collapsed building still faintly smoking and a safe tucked neatly beneath the debris. The images flickered and the safe's combination lock spun this way and that until there was a loud metallic thud. With a loud creak, the door of the safe swung open and a map fluttered out onto the ground; a map with five X's scrawled onto it. "D-Dean…. Dean!" Oshea stammered.

Dean was sitting at the table at this point, glancing through old books when he heard Oshea's cries. Jumping from the table, he ran over to her. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"Map," She choked out. "Get a map… and a pen or marker, something. Hurry!"

Dean nodded and ran over towards one of Bobby's desks and rummaged through the drawers until he found a map and a black pen. He quickly brought them back over to Oshea, nearly tripping over one of the books that had fallen off the table. Oshea shuddered. "Alright, Dean… I can't see to do this myself so I'm going to dictate to you. The map I'm seeing is of a part of Wyoming. There are five places on the map marked with X's. I'll give you the coordinates," She said, her voice a little strained from the pain. She began to recite the numbers of the places that she was seeing.

As she said the coordinates out loud, Dean marked each one with a black X, until there was five X's on the map of Wyoming. As soon as she finished with the numbers, the images began to fade, and the pain eased away until it was gone completely. Oshea slowly dropped her hands from her head and took in a deep breath slowly. "Do those places mean anything to you?" She said, her brows furrowing.

Bobby walked over and looked over Dean's shoulder, frowning thoughtfully at the map. "Let me see that." He took it from Dean and looked it over. "I'll do a little research and see what I can come up with."

He returned a few moments with a thick, dusty brown book. "I don't believe it…" he muttered.

"You got something?" Dean asked, leaning forward at the table.

"A lot more than something. Each of these X's," He said, pointing at the map. "is an abandoned frontier church, all mid-19th century. And all of them made by Samuel Colt."

Ella raised her eyebrows. "Samuel Colt? The Samuel Colt? The demon-killing, gun-making Samuel Colt?"

"Yep," Bobby nodded. "And there's more. He built private railway lines connecting church to church. That just happens to lay out like this," He said, connecting all of the X's with a black sharpie, until it became a five pointed star.

Dean stared at the map. "Tell me that's not what I think it is."

"It's a Devil's Trap…" Ella muttered.

"A hundred-square-mile Devil's Trap," Sam added in.

"That's brilliant…" Oshea said quietly. "Iron lines, demon's can't cross…"

"I've never heard of anything that massive," Ella said.

"No one has," Bobby said.

"After all these years none of the lines are broken? I mean, it still works?" Dean asked.

"Definitely," Sam said.

"How do you know?"

"All those omens Bobby found," Sam said, "I mean, the demons, they must be circling and they can't get in."

"Yeah, well, they're trying…" Bobby said.

"Why? What's inside?" Oshea asked.

"That's what I've been looking for… there's nothing except an old cowboy cemetery right in the middle," Dean said, leaning over and poking the middle of the Devil's Trap.

"Why? What's so important about a cemetery? What's Colt trying to protect?" Sam asked.

"Unless…"

"Unless what?" Bobby asked, looking at Dean.

"What if Colt wasn't trying to keep demons out? What if he was trying to keep something in?" Dean continued.

"Well that's a comforting thought," Oshea said, leaning back in the chair.

"Yeah, you think?" Dean replied.

"Could they do it? Could they get inside?" Sam whispered, his brows furrowing.

"This thing's so powerful you'd practically need an A-bomb to destroy it." Bobby said with a shake of his head. "There's no way a full blood demon gets across."

"No…" Sam said very quietly. "But I know who could…"

Moonlight surrounded Jake as he stepped into the cemetery, the Colt carefully tucked away in his pocket. As he passed by a tall headstone, Dean stealthily moved around the side of it, stepping backwards out of view, a pistol in his right hand. He watched as Jake approached the large iron doors of a crypt.

"Howdy, Jake." Sam said as he stepped from his hiding place holding a gun at eye level. Bobby stepped out as well along with Ella and Oshea, all of which were pointing guns at Jake.

Jake stared at Sam. "Oh you… You were dead. I killed you."

"Yeah," Sam smirked. "Well next time finish the job."

"I did. I cut clean through your spinal cord, man."

Sam made a face and looked over at Dean, who stared at the ground for a moment. Bobby looked over at them and then back at Jake.

"You can't be alive. You can't be." Jake said, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Now, just take it easy there, son." Bobby said calmly.

"And if I don't?" Jake narrowed his eyes, looking away from Sam to face Bobby.

"Wait and see." Sam growled, tightening his hold on the gun.

"What, you a tough guy all of a sudden? What are you gonna do? Kill me?" He said, arching a brow.

"Just a thought." Sam said with a little smirk.

"You had your chance. You couldn't." Jake reminded him.

"I won't make that mistake twice."

Jake laughed, and Dean inclined his head, looking at him incredulously. "What are you laughing for?"

Jake looked away from Dean and stared at Ella. "Hey, lady." he said slowly, looking into her eyes. "Do me a favor… put that gun to your head." He murmured, his eyes flickering briefly. Ella's brows furrowed and she gave a little gasp as her hands lifted, twisting her gun so that it's barrel pressed against her temple. She stiffened, grunting and her hands trembling as she tried to lower them, but to no avail. "That Ava girl was right, once you give into it there's all sorts of new Jedi Mind tricks you can learn."

"Let her go!" Dean shouted, but Jake only smirked.

Ella swallowed hard. "Just shoot him." She said through gritted teeth.

"You'll be mopping up skull before you get a shot off," Jake said casually, shaking his head. "Now, everybody put your guns down… except you, sweetheart," he added, smiling at Ella.

Everyone exchanged glances, and within a few moments all of their guns clattered to the ground. Sam hesitated, but Jake gave him a glare. Sam lifted his hands in surrender and slowly dropped his gun. "Okay thank you," Jake said sweetly before turning his back to them and rushing toward the crypt. When he reached it, he pressed the barrel of the Colt into the middle of an intricate lock binding the two halves of the crypt's doors together. The designs on the lock began to twist as the doors started to open.

Bobby and Dean immediately ran over to Ella and pulled the gun away from her, it firing a bullet into the air. Ella gave a little cry of alarm as the gun fired, trembling nervously. Sam narrowed his eyes and stepped away from the group, lifting his gun and firing it once… twice… thrice. The bullets slammed into Jake's back, spraying blood. The gun was fired a fourth time, and Jake, blood spurting from his mouth, staggered and fell onto his back in front of the door. Sam circled around him slowly, a look of utter hatred on his face as he moved to stand in front of Jake. He aimed the gun at the fallen, gasping man, his eyes narrowed.

"Please…" Jake choked out around the blood.

Sam clenched his jaw and fired three more times into the man's chest, watching the blood bubbled from the new wounds and drenched the fabric of Jake's shirt and jacket.

Ella walked towards the large doors of the mausoleum, staring at Sam for a moment as she passed, followed Oshea, clinging on to her sister's arm, followed by Bobby, and then Dean, who stood and stared at Sam for a moment. Sam looked at his brother a moment then lifted a hand and began to wipe the blood off of his face slowly.

The designs on the lock continued spinning, and then it stopped.

"Oh, no…"

"Bobby, what is it?" Oshea whispered quietly.

"It's Hell." Bobby replied.