They spent the rest of the night eating 'smores, and sitting around the campfire looking up at the stars and just talking. But when 11:55 rolled around, the area grew silent. Soon that silence would be filled with the growling of Hellhounds and the agonized screams of Dean as they tore his chest to ribbons. Oshea glanced at her watch and choked back a gasp. They were all laying on blankets staring up at the stars: Sam and Ella were on one and Oshea and Dean were occupying the other. Oshea swallowed hard and scooted closer to Dean, resting her head against his chest and curling one arm tightly around him. Her eyes were stinging with tears. Sam was clinging tightly to Ella, his hands trembling and moisture sparkling in his eyes.

Dean held Oshea tightly. It was getting closer, he could feel it. He didn't need a watch to know that the Hellhounds would be coming shortly. He could feel it in his gut. As the next few minutes passed, he could already hear the faint sounds of the dogs growling and snarling. He grew completely still. "Sam, Oshea, Ella. Get out of here. Now. Get in the Impala."

As soon as he heard the growls, Sam released Ella and jerked up to his feet, rushing to the back of the Impala and yanking open the trunk and pulling out a shotgun. Oshea stood up, too and took a step toward the car. "Sam!" Sam looked up at her and tossed the gun to her before getting another gun himself. Oshea cocked the weapon and stood in front of Dean, holding the weapon tightly and aiming low toward the ground. Sam looked determined as he carried his weapon and moved to stand beside of Oshea.

"I'm not going anywhere," Sam said lowly, cocking the weapon in his hands. Oshea narrowed her eyes and shook her head.

"Me neither."

Dean glared at the two of them. "Stop being stubborn and get in the car," he said, gritting his teeth as he rose to his feet.

"You've saved my life more times than I can count, Dean," Sam said, not looking at him. "I'm not going to let you die, not without a fight." As he spoke, the saplings and ferns and the tall grass began to shiver and sway as the Hounds dashed through them toward their target. Sam turned toward the sound of paws pressing to the ground and fired the gun. There was a small explosion as the Hound was stricken and it snarled, growling lowly in its throat. Oshea shot in the direction of another, closing her eyes so she could focus on the sounds of the Hounds' howling and growling.

Ella hesitated at first, but grabbed a loaded shotgun out of the trunk as well and took a shot. She couldn't see the Hellhound, but she could sense it close to them, snarling and howling. Blood splattered into the air around it as the invisible creature yelped in pain.

Oshea cocked her gun and shot again, feeling a sense of accomplishment as she managed to hit another of the animals. Sam had fired again as well, and the little campsite was alive with the furious snarls and growling of the Hounds. He was in the process of cocking his weapon to shoot again when he suddenly felt his feet being tugged out from beneath him. He dropped down to the ground with a gasp and the gun

fell from his hand as blood began to appear at his ankle. Oshea turned to help, but found herself thrown forward. She dropped to the hard earth, the gun pinned beneath her as she felt a heavy pressure on her

back, keeping her from moving. She became very still as she felt the Hound's breath against her face and its growling in her ear.

"Oshea!" Ella shouted. She aimed her gun at the air just above Oshea, but hesitated, not wanting to shoot her sister by accident. One of the hounds took the opportunity to make the decision for her, knocking her to her feet and standing on her back, keeping her from moving as well.

"Ella!" Sam cried, kicking his foot toward his ankle. The Hound was not fazed and only bit harder into his skin. Sam stiffened and looked away from his bleeding ankle to Ella. "Just stay still!" He stretched

out his arm, trying to reach the gun he had dropped. His fingertips barely brushed against the edge of the weapon, and he couldn't get a hold of it. Oshea squirmed beneath the weight of the Hellhound standing on her back and tried to get her gun free. She looked up at Dean sharply as she felt the air beside her stir as other Hellhounds rush passed her toward him.

"Dean!" The Hounds lurched forward and fell upon Dean, immediately tearing into his legs until he collapsed. They jumped onto his chest and began to tear it to ribbons, biting and clawing while blood spurted upward and pooled beneath his body. Oshea struggled harder, tears running freely down her face as she watched. "DEAN!" But Dean could no longer hear them. Their voices quickly began to fade away, and his surroundings grew dark. He choked on his own blood as he struggled to cry out.

Sam stood up slowly and stared blankly at his brother's torn body, unable to speak. Ella raised her head to look over at Dean's still body, her eyes widening as she laid on the grass for a moment, even after the Hellhound had stopped pinning her down. She slowly rose to her feet and stood there hesitantly.

Oshea cried out his name again as the Hounds tore away his flesh and finally left him laying in a pool of his own blood on the ground. When the pressure on her back disappeared, Oshea pushed herself to her feet and stumbled to Dean, kneeling down beside of him and carefully lifting his head from the ground. "Dean...? Dean!"

A/N: As you can tell, we completely cut Ruby and Lilith from the storyline for the time being, because we thought it would be better for our story to go a different way. You'll probably recognize a lot of the dialogue from certain episodes of SN, which we have simply borrowed. All credit belongs to the writers of Supernatural, who we love and adore xD