SAM, JAKE, and Georgie all leave and head outside.
"I think we can make it out of here now," Sam says.
"But the Acheri demon-" Jake begins.
"No, no, no. Ava was summoning it, controlling it. It shouldn't come back now that she's dead. We gotta go."
"Not 'we', Sam. Only one of us is getting out of here. I, I'm sorry."
Georgie's heart drops in her chest.
"What?"
"I had a vision. That Yellow-Eyed Demon or whatever it was, he talked to me. He told me how it was."
"No, Jake, listen. You can't listen to him."
"S-Sam, he's not letting us go. Only one. Now, if we don't play along, he'll kill all three of us. Now, I like you guys, I really do. But do the math here. What good's it do for all of us to die? Now, I can get out of here. I get close to the demon, I can kill the bastard."
"You come with me and Georgie, we can kill him together."
"How do I know you won't turn on me?"
"We won't."
"I don't know that."
"Okay, look."
Sam takes out his knife and places it on the ground.
"Just come with us, Jake. Don't do this. Don't play into what it wants."
After a pause, Jake places his weapon on the ground as well. Then they both look at Georgie. She sighs, and takes out her gun, placing it on the ground next to Sam's knife.
"Okay," Sam nods.
Suddenly, Jake punches him and with his super strength, sends Sam flying across the field and crashing to the ground. Jake approaches him, knocking over the fence and leaning over Sam. Behind them, Georgie picks her gun back up and gets ready to shoot if necessary. However, as the boys fight, she can't get a clear shot at Jake without risking hitting Sam, so she lowers the weapon slightly.
Jake has broken multiple of Sam's bones with his strength, but Sam keeps getting up. Sam finally manages to knee him several times then kicks him down. As Jake lies there, Sam picks up the iron bar Jake was using and knocks him out with it. He approaches the unconscious Jake, considering taking the final blow, than tosses the iron bar aside.
"Sam! Georgina Mae!"
Sam staggers toward Dean in the rain, clutching his broken arm to his chest. Georgie also starts toward him, but stops, getting a sense of déjà vu.
"Dean!" Sam smiles in relief and happiness.
"Sam look out!" Georgie and Dean both chorus.
They're both too late. Jake stabs Sam's knife into the owner's back and Dean breaks into a run.
"Nooo!"
Jake twists the knife, then takes off running. Before he can get far, Georgie fires off a round from her gun, and he falls to the ground, dead. Bobby comes up to her and takes the gun from her grip. She leans heavily into his side, exhausted, and they both look back at the scene she dreamt about. Sam and Dean are both on their knees and Dean is hugging his baby brother to his chest and crying as he rocks him in his arms.
"SAM!"
⩫GMS⩫
"Well, if it isn't Daddy's little soldier."
"Don't call me that."
"Man, touchy, are we?" the demon wearing her father's face quirks a brow. "Oh, this doesn't have something to do with poor little Sammy, does it?"
Georgie glares and he sighs.
"I told you how the beauty pageant worked, Georgina. Only one person from that group was walking out of there alive, and- oh, would you look at that?- it's you. I knew I was right to switch to you instead of betting on Sammy."
"Go... to hell."
"Been there. Done that."
"How many more people do I have to lose before you're satisfied, huh?"
"Look, I'm sorry that you had to lose your best friend and the sister you haven't seen in nearly a decade, but it was all part of my plan. And now that I have my leader, it's time to enact phase two."
"Now, why would I do anything for you? All you've ever done is take things away from me."
"Because, Georgina, you aren't stupid. And thanks to all that hardwiring your daddy programmed into your head, you can't tell this face no."
She opens and shuts her mouth a few times to contradict him, but it's just like he said; she can't tell him no.
"Now, I have a laundry list of things for you to do in order to put phase two in motion."
"How about I just wake up, track you down, and kill you myself?"
""Oh, Georgie, you and I both know in order to do that, you'd need a very special gun that you do not currently possess. Trust me, Georgina. You want to be a good little soldier here."
"And if I'm not?"
"If you're a bad little soldier, I will have no choice but to finish off the dwindling list of people you care about who are still breathing. Starting with your precious Dean-o."
Georgie's eyes flit downward before looking back up at him.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Now, there's the good little soldier I know and love."
⩫GMS⩫
Sam's corpse is lying on a mattress. Dean sits next to him, grieving. He kicked Bobby out hours ago, and he doesn't know what happened to Georgie.
Right now he doesn't care.
"You know, when we were little- and you couldn't have been more than five- you just started asking questions. How come we didn't have a mom? Why do we always have to move around? Where'd Dad go when he'd take off for day's at a time? I remember I begged you, 'Quit asking, Sammy. Man, you don't want to know.' I just wanted you to be a kid... Just for a little while longer. I always tried to protect you... Keep you safe... Dad didn't have to tell me. It was just my responsibility, you know? It's like I had one job... I had one job... And I screwed it up."
A pause.
"I blew it. And for that, I'm sorry," he wipes tears from his face. "I guess that's what I do. I let down the people I love. I let Georgie down. I let Dad down. And now I guess I'm just supposed to let you down, too. How can I? How am I supposed to live with that?"
He doesn't even bother wiping the tears away now, crying freely.
"What am I supposed to do? Sammy. God. What am I supposed to do?"
He inhales sharply and then yells.
"WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!"
He heads out to the Impala, pale and determined as he drives recklessly through the streets until he reaches a dirt road. He parks and puts several items inside of a box, including a fake photo ID of himself. Outside the car, he buries the box in the middle of the crossroads and stands. Several seconds pass in silence, and then Dean looks left and right.
"Oh, come on already. Show your face, you bitch!"
"Easy, sugar, you'll wake the neighbors."
The woman in a black dress flashes red eyes for a moment before continuing.
"Dean. It is so, so good to see you," she inhales sharply. "I mean it. Look at you. Gone and got your family killed. All alone in the world. It's too sweet. Excuse me, you're gonna have to give me a minute."
She walks up to him, face to face, close.
"Sometimes you gotta stop and smell the roses."
"I should send you straight back to hell," Dean snarls.
"Oh, you should. But you won't. And I know why."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. Following in Daddy's footsteps. You wanna make a deal. Little Sammy back from the dead, and- let me guess- you're offering up your own soul?"
"There are a hundred other demons who'd love to get their hands on it," he points out. "And it's all yours. All you gotta do is bring Sam back. And give me ten years- ten years and you come back for me."
"You must be joking."
"It's the same deal you give everybody else."
"You're not everybody else."
She leans in, whispering into his ear.
"Why would I want to give you anything? Keep your gutter soul. It's too tarnished, anyway."
"Nine years," he nods.
"No."
"Eight years."
She laughs.
"Keep going, I'll keep saying no."
"Okay, five years. Five years, and my bill comes due. That's my last offer- five years or no deal."
The demon leans in as if she's going to kiss him and his eyes start to flutter closed.
"Then no deal," she smiles.
"Fine."
"Fine," she repeats, starting to walk away. "Make sure you bury Sam before he starts stinking up the joint."
Dean flinches and calls out one more time, voice breaking.
"Wait."
"It's a fire sale, and everything must go," she whispers.
"What do I have to do?"
"First of all, quit groveling," the demon turns back. "Needy guys are such a turnoff."
She sighs.
"Look... Look, I shouldn't be doing this. I could get in a lot of trouble. But what can I say? I got a blind spot for you, Dean. You're like a... puppy. You're just too fun to play with."
Another sigh.
"I'll do it."
"You'll bring him back?" he asks hopefully.
"I will," she nods. "And because I'm such a saint, I'll give you one year, and one year only. But here's the thing. If you try and welch or weasel your way out, then the deal is off. Sam drops dead. He's back to rotten meat in no time. So... it's a better deal than your dad ever got. What do you say?"
Dean grabs the demon and kisses her to seal the deal.