Ten minutes and four or five bombs later, Ella lifted her head weakly as she saw Sam walking toward her. Sam knelt down beside of her, stroking her cheek gently. "Ella, I…" He paused, not really knowing what to say. "I…" He leaned forward and kissed her lips. He pulled away after a few moments, leaning his forehead against hers. "I love you, Ella…"

Ella smiled a little. "Despite the whole me dying… again, I'm…" She coughed again and winced. "I'm glad we didn't go back to Scotland," She said with a smile. "The food there sucked anyway, and I thought, hey, might as well spend the rest of my days of the impending apocalypse with a freakishly tall, really hot guy while I eat my weight in pie and fast food," She chuckled weakly. "I love you too, Sam Winchester."

While Sam and Ella were speaking, Oshea, her hands and clothes still smeared with her sister's blood, moved to the front of the store with Dean. "Dean…," She whispered, looking very pale. The tears had not stopped falling down her face since they had come into the store. "Dean… I'm not coming with you." She said finally, keeping her eyes down on the floor. Her arms were hanging limply at her sides and she looked utterly defeated.

"What are you talking about?"

Oshea took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. "Ella… Ella is dying, Dean. She's not… I don't think she's strong enough to do what needs to be done. I'm staying here with my sister. You and Sam go."

Dean swallowed, his eyes wide. "Oshea, you can't…" He turned away and cursed.

This wasn't how it was supposed to end. They were supposed to hit town, kill a nasty or two, and then hop back in the Impala. But Dean knew Oshea was right. If it were Sam who had just been a Hellhound's chew toy, if it were Sam laying bleeding to death on the ground, he would be doing the exact same thing. Because he was stubborn. And so was Oshea.

So he swallowed his pride, and turned back to Oshea, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug. After a moment he quickly let go and turned away, waiting for Sam and Ella to finish their goodbyes. Oshea returned the hug and took a step backwards, rubbing her upper arm as she looked over to Sam and Ella, who were exchanging a last kiss before Sam rose to his feet, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. Oshea glanced to Dean, staring at his back a long moment as he was no longer looking at her. "I… I lo…," She sighed. "Goodbye, Dean…" She whispered, stepping away and moving to sit down by Ella on the floor.

Sam watched her go, his brows furrowed and moved to Dean and cleared his throat. "So… after Oshea says her… goodbyes… I guess we're… we're going…?"

Dean shook his head, turning away from Sam. "Not Oshea. Just me and you."

"…What?" Sam said weakly.

"She's staying. Someone has to open the doors, and Ella can barely lift her head, so there's no way she can stand up, go open the doors, sit down and hit the detonator. Oshea has to…" Dean said quietly.

Sam swallowed hard, clenching his jaw and nodded. He glanced back once toward Ella as he and his brother left out of the back of the store. Oshea rubbed Ella's shoulder and stood up, walking to the doors and releasing the chains. Her hands were shaking as she pulled open the doors and broke the line of rock salt. As she moved and sat back down at her place beside of her sister, her breathing became hard. Her heart started to be faster. She had been torn apart by Hellhounds before, being blown up couldn't be much worse than that. She glanced toward the door that Sam and Dean had left out of and found herself awash with regrets. She wished that she had kissed Dean before he had left, that she had actually told him how she really felt. That she loved him, but it was too late for that now. She curled her arm around Ella's shoulders and pulled her sister's limp form against hers, leaning her head against Ella's. She wrapped her fingers around Ella's hand that held the detonator.

The hounds began to rush into the store, growling and snarling and brushing against the buckets of rocksalt and iron nails. Oshea felt the sulfuric breath of one of the hounds against her face and she stiffened, closing her eyes before she pressed her thumb down onto the button.

The building was instantly engulfed in flames. Pieces of the roof and walls and the glass from the windows shot out onto the street and fell from the sky as flames and smoke billowed out of the windows and the new holes in the roof.