Dean walked over to the door, twisting the Colt and pulling it out of it.

"Take cover now!" Bobby shouted and they all began to run away from the doors. Dean grabbed and picked up Oshea, who was standing off a little ways to herself, confused at what was happening. Oshea gave a little squeak of alarm and threw her arms around Dean's neck, burying her face against his chest as he broke into a run. Suddenly she felt a sensation of weightlessness and she flipped over before thudding to the ground, still in Dean's arms. She was clinging to his neck tightly and her eyes were wide.

"D-Dean… please don't ever do that again." She said weakly.

The doors of the mausoleum suddenly broke open, expelling a large cloud of black smoke. The smoke split into separate directions and flew into the air as fiery waves of energy shot down the railway lines, causing them to break and to curl backward onto itself.

Several more separate lines of black smoke continued to erupt from the open doors. As the clouds of smoke became thinner, ghosts of people began to walk through the doors, flickering in and out of view. Fire was visible down inside of the mausoleum.

"What the hell just happened?" Dean said, having to yell over the sound of the smoke.

"That's a Devil's Gate, it's a door to Hell!" Bobby shouted back, taking cover next to Ella behind a headstone. "Come on, we gotta shut that gate!" He said, pulling himself up. Sam went too, and Ella followed closely behind, going over to Oshea and pulling her along to the door.

Dean stood up and looked down at the Colt. "If the demon gave this to Jake…then maybe-" Dean stood there for a moment and then turned around, cocking the gun.

With a swift hand movement by Yellow Eyes, the gun flew out of Dean's hand and landed in his own. "Boy shouldn't play with Daddy's guns," He said with a smirk. He jerked his head, and Dean flew headfirst at a headstone, smacking his forehead on the edge of it and then toppling over onto the ground, leaving a large, bleeding gash across his forehead.

Sam, Bobby, Ella and Oshea were pressing as hard as they could against the door as more and more of the dark clouds began to shoot out into the night. Sam leaned his back against the door, grunting and closing his eyes as he dug his feet into the ground. He turned and saw Dean as he struck the headstone and fell to the ground. His eyes widened. "Dean!"

Yellow Eyes smirked at Sam before walking towards Dean. Sam broke into a run after him, but was flung backwards by a wave of Yellow Eyes' hand, that was still holding the Colt. Yellow Eyes glanced backwards as Sam was pinned against one of the trees in the cemetery. "I'll get to you in a minute, champ. But I'm proud of you! I knew you had it in ya." He looked back over at Dean, who was slowly trying to get away, and flung him back against the gravestone. "Sit a spell."

"So, Dean," He said, kneeling down in front of him. "I gotta thank you. You see, demons can't resurrect people unless a deal is made." He shook his head, rolling his eyes. "I know, red tape, it'll make you nuts. But thanks to you, Sammy's back in rotation," he said with a chuckle. "Now, I wasn't counting on that, but I'm glad. I liked him better than Jake anyhow." He smirked at Dean, who returned it with a glare.

"Tell me, you ever heard the expression: 'If a deal sounds too good to be true it probably is'?" Yellow said, grinning.

"You call that deal good?"

"Ah, it's a better shake than your Dad ever got. And you never wondered why," he said, waving a finger at Dean and moved a little closer. "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 wiggled his eyebrows up and down and laughed. "How certain are you that what your brought back is 100 percent.. pure… Sam?" He laughed again. "After everything you've been through. Everything you've- You of all people should know that what's dead should stay dead." Yellow Eyes stood up. "Anyway… thanks a bunch! I knew I kept you alive for some reason. Until now, anyway." He paused. "I couldn't have done it without your pathetic self-loathing, self -destructive desire to sacrifice yourself for your family." He smiled and raised the Colt, aiming it at Dean.

Just as he was about to shoot, John Winchester appeared behind him and grabbed him, jerking a dark cloud from the body. The cloud threw him backwards and reentered the lifeless form on the ground. Glaring and gritting his teeth angrily, Yellow Eyes stood to his feet. Dean aimed the Colt, that he had taken from him while the demon was out of his body, and cocked it. Yellow Eyes' eyes widened. Dean pulled the trigger. The engraved bullet struck Yellow Eyes' chest, and light flashed a couple of times in the place where he had been shot, lighting up his skeleton and ribcage as a thin cloud of smoke seeped through the gunshot wound. It flashed one last time before he fell to the cold ground, the yellow in his eyes fading.

Sam dropped from the tree with a grunt and stood up, going over slowly to Dean. Oshea, Ella, and Bobby finally slammed the doors of the crypt closed and the gears of the lock twisted back into place. Bobby turned to look for Sam and Dean, only to find himself staring at John. John slowly rose to his feet. Sam's eyes grew wide as he saw his father standing there in front of him. Dean stood up and stared in disbelief as his father walked to him and put his hands on his elder son's shoulders, smiling with teary eyes.

Sam stood off to one side, tears gathering in his eyes. When his father turned and offered him a smile, Sam gave him a little nod, but he stayed where he was. John turned back to Dean, a tear running down his cheek. He stepped backwards, glancing at the both of them as his body flickered then burst into dust that dissipated into the night air. Dean stared in the place his father had been standing with his eyes gleaming with unreleased tears. He glanced to Sam, seeing that a few tears were running down his cheeks.

They both stepped toward the Yellow Eyes' body, whose wound was still smoking.

"Well, check that off the to do list." Dean said, looking up at his brother.

"You did it," Sam said with a shocked smile.

"I didn't do it alone."

"Do you think Dad really-? You think he really climbed out of Hell?"

"A door was open. If anyone's stubborn enough to do it, it'd be him."

"Where do you think he is now?"

"I don't know."

"I kind of can't believe it, Dean. Our whole lives, everything, has been prepping for this and now I- I kind of don't know what to say."

"I do," Dean said before he knelt down beside of the body. "That was for our mom."

As they reached the Impala, Sam sighed and looked at his brother, leaning against the trunk of the car. "I asked you, Dean…" He began slowly. "After I heard what Ella said, saw Oshea's reaction… the look on Bobby's face when he saw me… and now Jake… he said he sawed through my spinal cord." He said quietly. "I asked you, Dean. I specifically asked you if I had died… if you had done something to bring me back. And you said no… and like an idiot I believed you."

Dean shook his head, walking around the side of the car. "Sam…"

"Will you tell me the truth for once, Dean? Please?" He said, looking up at him. "Did you make a deal?"

Dean sighed, and was quiet for a moment. "Yeah, Sammy, I did."

"How long…?" Sam said, lowering his eyes.

Dean looked down at the ground and cleared his throat. "They gave me one year," he said, looking away. Sam lifted his eyes again sharply, staring at his brother as his throat grew tight.

"A… a year? Dean… Dean, you shouldn't have done this. Why did you do this?"

Dean looked at Sam incredulously. "Why would I do this? Sammy, you're my little brother. I have to look out for you. I had to do this. I promised I would look out for you, and that's exactly what I did."

"Dean, you've saved my life over and over… don't you think I'd do the same for you…," He sighed and shook his head, looking away. "I'm going to find a way to get you out of this." He nodded, not looking at his brother. "I'm going to find a way."

Dean smiled. "Yeah."

"Well," Ella said as she approached the two brothers, Bobby and Oshea following close behind. "Yellow-Eyed Demon might be dead, but a lot more got through that gate."

"How many you think?" Dean asked.

"A hundred, maybe 200. It's an army," Sam said. "He's unleashed an army."

Bobby shook his head. "Hope you guys are ready, 'cause the war's just begun."

"Well then… " Dean grinned.

Oshea and Ella walked toward the two of them. Oshea smiled. "We're going to help, too."

Sam brightened a little glancing toward Ella briefly before looking back to Oshea. "I thought you'd both go back to Scotland."

Oshea shook her head, looking to Dean and saying quietly. "We only have a year… I want to spend it here… not across an ocean from you. Besides," She said, talking more loudly. "We have to figure out a way to get you out of this."

Dean smiled. "Alright then, guess we've got work to do."

A/N: End of "season two" in this story. We kind of killed off Ellen… well, technically we didn't really. We just didn't write her into the story XD It's not that we don't like Ellen, no, we think she's totally awesome. But we had so many characters to write for in these past chapters, we didn't feel it was necessary.