Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. This is based off of the Supernatural television show, but I've added my own twist.
As promised, this chapter is more exciting! Feel free to message me if you have ideas on how I can improve.
Sam looks down at the paper in his hand. This is the place. But what is so special about a railroad? Sam shields his eyes from the sun as a familiar scratchy voice sounds from behind him.
"Howdy, Sammy." Azazel is standing in the middle of the barren road.
Sam's face is stone cold. "What is it you want me to do?"
Azazel smirks. "Ooo, a go-getter. I like that." He takes a few steps forward. "Fifty miles that way, there is a cemetery, a crypt. You gotta open that up for me. Think you can manage that?"
"Why do you need me to open the damn thing? What are you planning?"
"Sammy, it's not nice to fight back. People get hurt that way." Now it's Azazel's turn to be stone cold. "Don't question, just get it done. You may be my favorite, but the roadhouse was nothing compared to what I can do."
Sam takes a step back, a little frightened at the implications.
Azazel's lighthearted demeanor returns as he reaches inside his jacket. "But if you're going to open it, you'll need a key." In his hand is the Colt.
"Where did you get that?!" A chuckle mocks Sam's question. "You know who gave it to me. Dear old dad. But hey, it's yours now."
Sam snatches the Colt out of Azazel's hands and points the gun at him.
"Oh my, I'm shocked at this unforeseen turn of events. Go ahead Sam, squeeze that trigger. Be all you can be. Avenge your mother, your girlfriend, blah, blah, blah. This will all be over. You could go back to Stanford and become a lawyer. But of course, you've been gone for so long you've probably lost your scholarship. Maybe you and Dean could be a team again, saving people, hunting things, the family... But isn't this business the reason you lost your family in the first place? Then, on the other hand, the rest of your life, and your family's, could be prosperous and death-free. At least, until you die of natural causes in your old age. Every day would be an ice cream sundae. You wouldn't have worry about the next big bad because, guess what? A demon army would be at your fingertips."
As the gun wavers in Sam's grasp, Azazel hits the point home. "But, if you do decide to shoot me, then I wouldn't be able to call off my buddies who are going to kill that brother of yours. Time's a wasting."
Sam lowers the gun. "Call them off. Now."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Can't do that Sammy. Not until you open that crypt. If I were you, I'd get a move on." Azazel taps his wrist. "We are on a tight schedule."
The gates creak in protest as Sam opens the rusted hinges to the graveyard. It's night, and the moonlight casts long shadows over the graveyard. Sam walks over to the crypt, then stops, hearing a familiar voice behind him.
"Stop Sam." Dean.
Sam slowly turns around to see Dean, Bobby, and Ellen pointing their guns at him. He laughs nervously. "Guys, uh, hey. How'd you find me?"
Keeping the gun trained on him, Bobby spoke up first. "Remember the map Ellen brought us? The one with the five X's? They are churches. All connected by a railway system."
Realization dawns on Sam's face. "We're inside a giant devil's trap?" Seeing nods of confirmation, Sam mutters, "So that's why he needs me."
"Put the gun down, Sam. Come back with us. I know you're trying to do what's best, but trust me, this isn't it."
Sam looks at Dean, heart breaking a little. Dean's right about one thing: he's doing what's best. What Dean doesn't realize is that if he doesn't do this, all three of them, Ellen, Bobby, and Dean, will die. Sam shakes his head.
"I can't do that. But if you wanted to shoot me, you would've done it by now." Sam takes a step back towards the crypt, smiling sadly when he sees his loved ones tighten their fingers on their triggers. "Forgive me."
Sam looks at Ellen, then, with a flash in his eyes, says, "Ellen, point the gun at your head." Slowly, body obviously trying to resist, Ellen points the gun at her head. Fear-filled eyes look at Sam.
"Place the guns down. Please, I don't want anyone to get hurt." Sam looks pleadingly at those who came to help him. It hurt to see Bobby and Dean surrender, hurt even more to have to threaten Ellen, but he has to make sure they stay out of harm's way.
"Back up and take cover behind a gravestone. Ellen," Sam's eyes flash again, "throw your gun down as you back away.
Reluctantly, they all back up. "Why're you doing this, Sam?" Dean's hands are up in surrender, confusion and pain etched onto his features. Sam notices with suspicion that although Bobby and Ellen are at a safe enough distance, Dean has stopped, only a few feet between himself and his brother.
"To keep all of you safe!" Sam turns and shoves the Colt into the lock on the crypt.
"No!" Dean's shout is drowned out by Bobby's warning, "Dean! Get down!"
The three parts of the lock turn until they make a pentagram, and suddenly the doors, or, rather, gates, are flung open as black smoke shoots out of the crypt, knocking Sam to the side.
"Damn it, Sam! You opened a damned gate to Hell!" Sam can barely hear Bobby's curses as the demons rush past him, fleeing their prison. Suddenly, Dean is next to Sam, and Bobby and Ellen are pushing against the gates, trying to stop the flow of demons.
"Why Sam?" Dean looks heartbroken. Sam shrugs in reply. "It was to save you."
An incredulous look crosses Dean's features. "Releasing demons is keeping me safe, how?" When Sam refuses to meet his eyes, Dean tries again. "Sam, I-" Dean is pulled by an invisible force away from his brother and thrown into a tree.
"Let Sammy revel in his victory. Don't want to spoil his fun, do ya, Dean?" Azazel walks up to Dean, a smile on his face.
"You yellow-eyed son of a bitch! I don't know what you did to my brother, but you better fix it. NOW!" Dean growls.
Azazel laughs. "I did nothing to your brother, Dean. Just made a proposition that he couldn't resist. Or are you confused as to how he has some new abilities?" He chuckles. "That was within him all along, he just had to open himself up to it. Honestly, I'm surprised he accepted his demonic side so quickly." Dean struggles more intensely against the invisible bonds holding him captive.
Sam approaches Azazel. "Let him go. You got what you wanted, there's no need to hurt him." The demon sighed deeply. "Because you're my favorite, I'll leave him alone. This time." He squats down to Dean's eye level. "But if we see each other again, you'll meet the same fate as your daddy." With a wink, Azazel stands up and walks back to Sam.
A loud THUNK is heard behind them. Bobby and Ellen sit down in relief as the Gates of Hell are closed once again. Azazel looks back at Sam. "That's our cue to go, Sammy! Your army awaits your command."
The invisible restraints holding Dean vanish as Azazel reaches out for Sam. He takes two steps toward his brother before Azazel disappears, Sam along with him.