Dean walked limply over to a blonde haired demon, wiping blood off the corner of his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket.

"You call that fighting?" She smirked. "I'm just getting started." She kicked Dean's chest with her black boots, sending him flying backwards against a tree trunk. She glanced over at Sam, who was fighting off two male demons, and then in the corner of her eye, saw Dean start to move. She held up her hand, and Dean was slung back against the tree by the invisible force. "We need to talk, Dean," she said, kneeling down in front of him.

Dean gritted his teeth, as the demon smiled at him. "I gotta say, Dean. You put up a good fight, you and your brother. But you wasted your time, really. All this hard work you and the angels are putting towards stopping the seals from breaking, it's pointless, and you know it. You can feel it. You know the world is ending, slowly but surely. You know we're going to win, you know we're going to break each and every one of those sixty-six seals. And when we do, we'll have you to thank, Dean."

"What?" Dean asked, furrowing his brows.

The demon chuckled and smiled wryly. "We were worried there for a while, we weren't sure you had it in you to kick-start this whole thing. But you didn't let us down."

"What are you talking about?"

"How was Hell, Dean?" She said with a smirk. "Forty years is a long time, isn't it? I saw you down there, before I climbed out. I saw you say no to Alastair, year after year. I saw him slice into you, and then heal you up, then start in all over again. For thirty years you said no. Now, you see, at that point I was getting a little anxious. But then, on that thirtieth year, you gave in. You said yes, and you stepped off that rack. Alastair handed you the knife, and you took it. You cut into that weeping woman, and you tortured her. For hours. All of us demons down there, we cheered and cheered. Seal numero uno," She said with a chuckle. "Broken."

Dean's eyes were wide as she told the story, and memories of Hell flashed in his mind. "You're lying…"

The demon shook her head, glaring. "And it is written that the first seal shall be broken when a righteous man sheds blood in Hell," she quoted. "Well, it's been fun," she said, standing up and walking away from him. "But I've got plans. I'm going to peel the skin off your brothers pretty little face. Then I'm going to rip your little girlfriend limb from limb, Ella too." Just as she finished the sentence, she stopped and looked around, exchanging glances with the other demons. "Scratch that last part," she said, turning back to Dean. "It looks like we're no longer needed here." She grinned, and then left, the other demons following closely behind.

Sam dropped to the ground, gasping as the demon that had been choking him suddenly vanished. He fell to his knees, coughing, and lifted a hand, rubbing at his throat. He stood up and walked over to Dean. "What just happened?" He asked, looking around the grove that had suddenly become empty of demons. He lowered his hand from his neck and shook his head. "This doesn't make sense…," He stopped, his eyes growing wide. "You don't think… you don't think they killed the last person… that the seal's broken…?"

Dean stared at the ground for a moment where the demon had been standing until Sam's voice snapped him out of his daze. He cleared his throat. "Yeah, probably. Well, let's get digging," he said, grabbing one of the shovels that was propped up against a tree.

Sam sighed and nodded, grabbing one of the shovels without a word and starting to dig. Soon they were finding not just dirt, but bones and skulls mixed with it. Sam arched a brow. "Jackpot." After a while of digging, they found the rest of the graves and soon there were fires burning in the deep holes. Sam ran a hand through his hair as he watched the fires. They heard a twig snap, and Sam whirled around, aiming his gun. He dropped it when he saw it was Oshea, and the words of greeting died on his lips and his mouth just hanging open as he saw Oshea was walking with Ella's limp body. She had thrown one of Ella's arms over her shoulders and was half dragging her toward the fires. She knelt down and gently laid her sibling's body down on her back on the grass. Sam dropped his weapon and ran over, kneeling down beside Ella's body and lifting her up, holding her to his chest. "Ella…? Ella, no… ELLA!" He said shaking her a little.

Oshea took a step backwards, trembling as tears ran down her face. She looked over at Dean briefly then lowered her eyes to the ground, shaking her head slowly. She brought a hand up to her lips and covered her mouth to stifle a little sob, her shoulders shaking.

Dean walked over to Oshea, pulling her into his arms and allowing her to cry onto his chest. He rested his chin on her head and looked ahead at Sam. Sam pulled Ella to his chest and leaned his head against hers. Oshea clung to Dean, sniffing as she held onto him. She swallowed hard and her brows furrowed as she saw Sam pick Ella up, walking over to them. "Come on, we have to get back to the hotel." He said through gritted teeth, looking determined as he walked passed them.

Dean sighed as he pulled away from Oshea, putting an arm around her shoulder as they walked back to the Impala after Sam.

xx

As they arrived at the hotel, Sam carried Ella inside and laid her down on her bed gently. He sat down on the edge of the bed and stroke her hair back, his jaw tight as he held back tears. Oshea leaned against the car, watching Dean as he started to follow his brother in. "I… I just need a minute." She said softly. After Dean had gone inside, she moved around the front of the car, pulling the keys she had snatched from Dean before he had gone inside and pushed them into the ignition. She turned the car on and backed it quickly out of the parking space and riding down the road as quickly as she could. She stopped when she found the crossroads she had seen on their drive to the hotel and she parked the car. Climbing out, she opened the trunk and pulled out her box that she had used to try to make a deal for Dean's soul and she walked over to the center of the crossroads, kneeling down and burying the small box. Swallowing hard, she stood up, brushing the dirt and gravel from the edges of her skirt as she waited.

Behind her, a man with short dark hair wearing a dark suit appeared, his hands stuck in his pockets. "Hello, darling," he said with a grin as she turned around to look at him. "I was told you'd be coming here." He spoke with a British accent and he walked towards her, slowly pulling his hands out of his pockets.