Author's Note: Okay, sorry for the delay guys. This chapter has seriously given me hell. I rewrote it twice. Plus I've taken on so much with my new job. But anyway, here you go. To make up for the delay, i made this one a little longer. Enjoy and please, please, REVIEW!

When Kimberly and I awoke the next day, it was almost 5 in the afternoon. After all, we stayed up all night watching movies, trading stories and eating ice cream. It hadn't occurred to us that when we took showers and got dressed for the rest of the day, we'd be preparing for war. I walked downstairs to find our roommates and friends, spread out across the living room and dining room. There were a dozen shots lined out on the dining table where Castiel, Jo and Ellen pulled up a seat. Jo took a swig of a beer and watched intently as her mother took one shot.

"Alright big boy. Go." Ellen spoke to Castiel. To my amazement, he then commenced in downing the remaining shots of whiskey on the table.

"I think I'm starting to feel something." He spoke after he was finished. Jo smiled in amazement and I couldn't keep my presence hidden any longer because I had to chuckle. I came down the steps with a smile.

"What's going on?"

"Oh, you know, just getting ready to kill Lucifer." Bobby answered ever so sweetly. I sneered at his sarcasm. Apparently, on our evil rampage, not only did we get the colt, but our demon friend Crowley actually gave us a heads up on where Lucifer will be tomorrow tonight. Carthage, Missouri. Wow, I never thought I'd actually say the words 'demon' and 'friend' in the same sentence. Sam and Dean were lounging back on the couch with a million different papers and the colt resting on the coffee table. They too had beers.

"How do we know this is not a trap?" Sam asked. Dean looked up at his brother and smiled.

"Sam Winchester, having trust issues with a demon. Well, better late than never."

"And thank you again for your continued support." Sam responded. The two clinked their beers and took a swig. I sat at the edge of the sofa and shook my head. They seemed a little less than sober.

"Where's Dylan?" I asked.

"Randy's. If she's dying, she wants to die happy."

"What about dying?" Kimberly asked coming down the stairs.

"This may very well be our last night on earth Kimberly." Sam answered as if she was slow.

"But I thought we haven't decided if we were going on Crowley's in-tell."

"Trap or no trap, if we got a snowball's chance, we have to take it." Dean stated. "Besides, I'm not sure it is a trap." Everyone leaned in closer to see the various revelation omens Dean held. Plus, there have been 6 missing persons reported in town since Sunday. Something was definitely going on in Carthage and it's something big.

"So we go tomorrow?" I almost moaned. Dean nodded with a smirk in my direction, but then his face went back to serious business.

"But if you think about it, Sammy can't come." Sam rolled his eyes in amazement. Dean actually thought Sam was just going to sit back and let us go without him. I get Dean's logic though. Why bring Sam, Lucy's vessel, straight to him? But Sam is too stubborn.

"If we're going to do this, we're doing this together." Sam demanded. Dean reluctantly agreed. Kimberly looked at the group and then sighed.

"Should we bring any potions? I mean you can never be too careful." I suggested. Sam shook his head.

"I don't see where that would do any good. He's expecting that. Do you really think you guys are ready to take him?" Sam asked skeptically. Kim shrugged.

"Isn't that what we're here for?" Kim answered in her sarcastic tone. "So it's final? Tomorrow we go to… vanquish Lucifer?" We all just stared at her because this was too big for words. She grabbed two beers from the pack and handed me one. "We're going to need these." She said. After taking a swig, Kimberly all but flew up out of her seat. "I have to see Cody."

"What are you going to tell him?" I asked. Kimberly stared at me with sadness in her eyes and shrugged. And tonight was supposed to be a goodnight.

"She's going to make the guy panic for no reason. That's a stupid idea." Dean mumbled bitterly and then took a huge swig of his beer. He then looked over to the dining room where Jo was bent over the table, talking to her mom and Cass. Sam and I followed his gaze and smiled. He never changes. Even on his last night.

"Talk about stupid ideas." Sam muttered.

"God." Dean whispered. "True that." I laughed so hard I almost flipped over.

"I'm so done."

This was an unexpected turn of events for Randy, but it was a turn that he loved. As Dylan and Randy cuddled in next to each other, Dylan couldn't take her eyes off of his face. She told herself not to burden herself with the negatives but how could she not try to say goodbye. Just in case.

"These past few months have been amazing." She said a little over a whisper. Randy listened and smiled as he stroked her hair absentmindedly. "You never know what could happen, but I just want you to know that I really care about you."

"I really care about you too Dylan." Randy said with a twinge of confusion in his voice.

"Whatever happens, I need you to know that." Randy pushed himself up to sit and looked down on her.

'Is there something you want to tell me?" Dylan couldn't look him in the eyes. Instead, she took his hand in hers and traced little swirls in his palm.

"I'm saying all that I can." At that point, Randy had had enough. He took her face into both hands and forced Dylan to look his way.

"What's going on Dylan? You can tell me." She sighed deeply. This wasn't just her secret to tell. She knew if she told him, there's a chance, he'd tell Cody. It wouldn't be fair to Kimberly. Plus, there was the chance that he'd be horrified and never want to speak to her again.

"I didn't mean to scare you. I'm just trying to be realistic. Anything can happen. I could die tomorrow."

"Hey. You won't. Now, if you don't want to scare me, then stop speaking craziness." Randy gave Dylan a breathtaking kiss which only reminded her of what she could be leaving behind the next day. She pushed him back down and cuddled into his chest, nuzzling her face into his neck. She quickly wiped at the single tear before he could feel it and forced herself to fall asleep.

Dean got up and headed over to Jo. He watched with satisfaction as she was bent with her head in the refrigerator. When she spun around, Dean was right on her toes. She stepped back with a surprised smile.

"Hey." He said.

"Hey." She responded.

"So, dangerous mission tomorrow." Jo nodded in agreement. Dean continued realizing that she wasn't going to speak. "Guess it's time to eat, drink, and, you know, make merry." Jo cocked her head back and raised a brow at him. That had to be one of the worst pickup lines she's ever heard.

"Are you giving me the last night on earth speech?" she asked, trying to suppress her laughter which would only lead to further embarrassment for Dean.

"What?" he asked for a lack of a better response.

"What?" she repeated.

"No." Dean said, trying to laugh off her suggestion. Jo began to laugh, not being able to hold it any longer. Suddenly, Dean stopped with his pathetic attempt at laughter and continued to push. "If I was? Would that work?" Jo smiled and placed down her beer. Making eye contact, only with his lips, she leaned in and cupped his cheek. She paused an inch away however. "No." she said to his surprise. "Sweetheart, if this is our last night on earth, then I'm going to spend it with a little thing I call self-respect." She said with a broad smile and walked away. Feeling the sting of rejection, Dean took another swig from his beer.

"If you're into that kind of thing." He muttered.

"Hey, get in here!" Bobby yelled. I wasn't in the mood for any further bad news, so as everyone filed out, I snuck through the back door, hopefully unnoticed. Dean, Sam, Cass, Jo, and Ellen answered Bobby's call to find him setting up a camera. "It's time for the lineup." He announced. "Usual suspects in the corner." He turned around and frowned. "Where are the Harmed Ones?"

"They went out." Sam answered, looking at the hall leading to the backdoor.

"Come on Bobby. Nobody wants their picture taken." Ellen groaned.

"Here here." Sam agreed.

"Shut up. You're drinking my beer. Anyway, I'm going to need something to remember you're sorry asses by." Bobby joked.

"Ha! It's always good to have an optimist around." Ellen laughed. Then Castiel had to ruin the moment.

"Bobby's right. Tomorrow we hunt the devil. This is our last night on earth." He proclaimed. The team all listened to his words and then looked into the camera. Six of the most serious faces ever. If it wasn't sad, it'd be hilarious.

After the photo shoot, Dean went to buy some more beer with Cass while Bobby, Jo and Ellen, tried to map out the plan of attack for tomorrow. Sam had other things on his mind to deal with. He stepped through the backdoor and saw me sitting at the edge of the pool with my legs hanging in. I had a glass of whiskey on the rocks because let's face it. Beer just wasn't going to cut it tonight. Sam silently sat beside me. I was staring up at the stars wondering if I'd ever get to see them again. I picked up the bottle of Jack that I snuck out with me and handed it to him. Surely I wasn't the only one who could use a drink. Sam took a swig and rested the bottle down beside him.

"So, this is it." Sam finally said. "No matter what happens tomorrow, something's going to change. If we succeed, you guys won't need us anymore. If you want us to, we'd have to leave." I took my eyes off of the sky to stare at Sam. He was looking up at the sky.

"Is that what you want?"

"I don't know what I want. I'm so confused. I was upset at you, but for what? Life is too short right? And now I know about… why does the good always have to come with so much bad?" Sam said, trailing off and changing the subject. I shrugged and looked back at the sky.

"I don't know. To keep the cosmic balance I guess." After a moment of silence, I was left to wonder if Sam was even still there, but then he spoke again.

"Shar, I know… about the future. Well, the future that you saw, anyway." I froze. What else was I to do? "For what it's worth, I'm sorry that we couldn't stay happy together. I'm sorry my life messed up what we had." I took a deep breath and made myself speak. If I was going to die tomorrow, at least I could follow my honesty is the best policy motto and speak up before I did.

"I liked you, but I had a boyfriend. Then I went to the future and kind of made it my mission to stay away, but that didn't happen. Afterwards, I guess I just had the notion of whatever happens, happens."

"Well, I don't know about the future, and I don't know about tomorrow, but what I do know is that I like you now." I let out an awkward laugh.

"Well, this is perfect, isn't it?" I joked. "We have great timing. I mean what's the point of facing our feelings now?"

"What's the point in running away from then now?" Sam countered. I stared at him and smiled.

"Touché." He smiled back at me and then pulled me into a kiss. It was everything I thought it would be, and more. But in reality, it didn't matter. We were all going to die tomorrow anyway. "For what it's worth, if we succeed, I don't want you to leave. Or Dean. He's like the big brother I never had." Sam gave me a confused look.

"Don't you have a big brother?" I laughed.

"Technically."

Kimberly took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. She figured she wouldn't be interrupting anything because Dylan and Randy rarely came up for air let alone to open a door. Cody opened the door, at first with a look of disgust on his face but then when he saw Kimberly, he smiled.

"Did you come to start a competition?" he asked. Before she could answer, he pulled her by the arm and kissed her. She giggled against his lips and was momentarily distracted, but when the memory of the following day slipped in her mind, she tensed. Pushing against Cody, she refused to pretend like everything was alright.

"We need to talk." Every man's nightmare. He immediately tensed at the words. He stepped aside and raised a hand gesturing for Kimberly to enter. He sat down and looked at his hands which were clenched into fists. Taking the defensive, he got to the point.

"Well, I don't have all night. Shoot." Kim cringed at his words. She really hadn't decided what she was going to say until it came out of her mouth.

"I'm leaving tomorrow. I'm going on a business trip." Cody let out the breath he wasn't aware he was holding and looked up at her. Hope filled his eyes, begging for his assumption to be wrong.

"A business trip? Where?"

"Missouri." The randomness of the state shocked him.

"For how long?" he asked. He figured if this was a short trip, she wouldn't have brought it up so seriously. Kimberly looked up to the ceiling and sighed.

"Maybe a couple of days, but that's if everything goes well." Kimberly knelt in front of him and took his hands into her own. "Cody, there's a chance that I might not come back." As realization clouded Cody's eyes, tears filled Kim's.

"Kim, are you in trouble?" Kimberly nodded, not seeing the point in lying.

"Kind of." She saw him readying to speak. "Look, if I come back, I'll tell you everything."

"Tell me now."

"No. I care about you too much to burden you with worry."

"I'm already worried. Will telling me really make a difference?" Kim leaned in and met his lips with her own.

"Yes." She said. She couldn't bare this any longer so she turned around and walked out, leaving this moment in her memory.

No one slept. Dylan snuck out of Randy's house in the night, not being able to say goodbye again. We pulled all the stops. Sam helped me to spell jewelry into anti-possession charms. Dylan and Dean cleaned all the guns. Kimberly and Jo sharpened every blade we owned. Bobby, Cass, and Ellen tried to fool-proof our plan. I tried to get a useful premonition about what would happen, but the most I got was a glimpse of some girls face. I didn't know who she could be, but she was smiling. Part of me thought this premonition had absolutely nothing to do with the mission. Once we piled into the Impala and Ellen's car at 4 am, we were all off, leaving Bobby at home. When we pulled up to town late in the afternoon, even with Dean's driving, the first thing everyone checked was the cell phones. Of course there was no signal. The town was completely empty. Like a ghost town.

"Nice and spooky." Dean commented. It was the first anyone had spoken since we left the house. Time to put our game faces on. Dean drove, Sam, my sisters and myself to go check out the police department, while Ellen, Jo, and Cass stayed behind to see if they found anybody. The police station was vacant. Ellen and Jo drove up to inform us that they couldn't find a single person.

"Have you seen Cass?" Ellen asked.

"Uh, wasn't he with you guys?" Dylan asked confused.

"Nope. He went after the reapers."

"Reapers?" Dean asked.

"He saw reapers?" Sam continued.

"So, I'm guessing that's not a good sign." I said.

"I thought you could only see a reaper if you were dead or dying." Kimberly pointed out.

"Cass is an angel." Dean said as if it was obvious. The seven of us armed ourselves with knives, and shotguns, and started down the street, leaving the cars behind. "Well, this is great. It's been 20 minutes, and we've already lost the angel up our sleeve."

"You think Lucifer got him?" Sam asked. We all gave a silent shutter at the thought. As we turned a corner, all we heard was a female's voice.

"There you are." She sounded perky and when I turned around, I almost didn't believe it. It was the girl from my premonition. Long brown hair, wearing a smile. It's obvious to me now that she's not a friend.

"Meg." Sam all but growled.

"You shouldn't have come here boys." She said with that jeering smile of hers.

"Hell, I can say the same thing for you." Dean spat out angrily as he took aim with the colt and took off the safety. She stood there with her hands in her pockets, seeming pretty confident.

"Didn't come here alone Deano." She looked down by her side, and a puddle of water splashed as if something just stepped in it, but I didn't see anything. Then we heard a growl. It sounded like a Rottweiler.

"Uh, what is that?" Kimberly asked cautiously. We then heard more growls and barks coming from different direction.

"Hellhounds." Dean said angrily.

"Yes Dean. Your favorite." Meg teased.

"Dean, what the hell are hellhounds?" I asked. He only flickered his eyes to me for a second and then he was back eyeing Meg.

"Come on boys. My father wants to see you." She continued.

"I think we'll pass. Thanks." Sam bit out. She shrugged.

"Your call. You could make this easy or you could make it really, really hard." The hounds continued to growl, reminding us of their presence, just in case we forgot. Dean turned to look back at us. Ellen gave him a steady nod and then he turned to Meg.

"When have you known us to ever make anything easy?" he mocked before shooting the invisible dog at her side. Blood splattered from nowhere and the dog whimpered. "Run!" Dean ordered. Shit. You don't have to tell me twice. We took off as if it was a race. A life or death kind of race. As we ran, we'd shoot a load of rock salt at the remaining pups, but that wouldn't kill them. They kept coming. Kimberly tried to freeze them, but her power had no effect.

"Naturally." She mumbled bitterly to herself. Not thinking about where else the hellhounds may be coming from, we never stopped running forward until we heard two sets of growling directly in front of us. The dogs charged at Dylan and I and instinctively, Dylan orbed out of the way. I, on the other hand, was shocked when I tried to jump out the way and instead ended up floating 6 feet in air. The sound that came out of my mouth was half gasp, half yelp.

"Are you fucking kidding me? NOW?" I yelled right before I collided into the ground. Since I was floating in the air, everyone had slowed down to shoot hounds away from the piñata in the air. As we took off yet again, this time to the side, to some hardware store, one of the hounds gained on Dean and caught his leg. At the thud of his body and the scream of his voice, we all turned around in panic.

"Dean!" Jo called. She shot the hellhound time after time until finally, it was temporarily down.

"Jo stay back!" Dean ordered her, but she ignored him, emptying round after round of rock salt into the doglike creature. It happened so fast after that. She turned around and got trampled by another invisible dog. He clawed into her stomach and she threw her head back and screamed. Sam shot at the canine, but it was too late. She was splattered with blood. Dean picked her up quickly while we held the dogs off with our shotguns. Once inside the store, Kimberly helped Sam salt the windows and doors. Ellen tried to stay calm as Jo whimpered from the excruciating amount of pain. Ellen kept pressure on the large wound, trying to stop the blood. As Ellen sat with her daughter, and Dean spoke with his brother, the three of us felt helpless.

"Dylan, do you think you could heal her?" Kimberly asked. Dylan gave her a look that said hell no.

"I don't know how. I'm pretty sure I'm a little new for healing."

"Yeah, but we upgrade faster than in the show. It took Phoebe over 2 years to levitate and look at me." I pointed out.

"There's no harm in trying." Kimberly said soothingly. Dylan nodded and went over to Ellen. She could see it in her eyes that Ellen was falling apart.

"There's got to be something we can do. A spell maybe?" I said feeling useless.

"Well, we brought the book of shadows, but it's in the Impala. Besides, we don't have the herbs for any kind of healing potion and a spell may back fire and make things worse." Kimberly said.

"Our freaking white lighter is only Lucifer knows where. I'm going to check on Dylan." I said, needing to find something to do. As I walked off Kimberly looked over to see Dean. He was using some kind of radio to reach Bobby and he looked like he was moments from breaking down. She wasn't going to ease drop until she heard Bobby say the angel of death. Walking over, she placed a hand on Dean's shoulder to let him know she was there. He turned to her so that she could hear the bad news.

"I think he's planning to unleash Death."

"I thought reapers were already here." Kim mentioned.

"No. Death. The horseman. The pale rider in the flesh." Kim and Dean both gulped in fear.

"But unleash? Hasn't the guy been tromping all over the place? Hell, I've died several times myself." Dean asked. Kim looked up at Dean, wondering just how many times is several.

"Not this guy. This is the Angel of Death. Big daddy reaper." Kimberly cringed. Piper was never too fond of him. She hoped she didn't have to get to know him as well as Piper. "They keep this guy chained to the box, 6 feet under. Last time they hauled him up Noah was building a boat. That's why the place is crawling with reapers. They're waiting on the big boss to show." With that settled in, came a fresh wave of panic. Once the conversation with Bobby was over, they got a swarm of bad news with a little good. They knew exactly where Lucifer would be. Sadly, the thought of death was brought up one too many times this day. Dean couldn't help but think that one of those reapers might be here for Jo. Kimberly looked up at him and shocked him by pulling him into a hug. Even more of a surprise? The relief he felt. He let his guard down for a moment and let Kimberly comfort him.

"Let's go tell the others. We'll save her. Don't worry." Kimberly promised.

Once we couldn't wait any longer, Dylan had to give up. Jo wiped the tear from Dylan's cheek and told her it was okay. Dylan didn't know the girl very long, and the first time they met, Jo knocked her out, but Dylan felt like she was losing a real friend.

"We're going to get you out of here." She promised both Ellen and Jo. Ellen nodded, trying to keep her faith that her daughter would be fine. The rest of the group huddled up. We thought we could get her out on some kind of stretcher, if Ellen pushed her and the rest of us took a position around her and protected her. Like an impenetrable circle of rock salt. Hearing our plans however, Jo interrupted us.

"Stop." She fought to speak. "Guys stop. Can we be realistic about this please?" We all walked over to her, knowing exactly what she'd say, but not wanting to hear it. "I can't move my legs. I can't be moved. My guts are being held in by an Ace bandage. We have to… we got to get our priorities straight here." Once she saw that no one was able to object, she continued, trying desperately not to cry because she knew it would only make it harder on us. "Number one, I'm not going anywhere."

"Joanna Beth, you stop talking like that." Ellen scolded her.

"Mom. I can't fight. I can't walk. But I can do something." Ellen began to tremble as she resisted the urge to cry. "We've got propane, wiring, rock salt, iron nails, everything we need." As Kimberly started to realize Jo's plans she looked up at Dean. His face was stone cold. She began rubbing his arm, trying to keep him calm.

"Everything we need?" Sam asked.

"To build a bomb, Sam."

"No. Jo, no." Dean refused.

"You got another plan? You got any other plan? Those are hellhounds out there Dean. They've got all of our scents. Those bitches will never stop coming after you." Silence remained. I hadn't noticed when my eyes started to water. All I could think is that she didn't deserve this. She didn't meet anyone's eyes anymore as she continued. "We let the dogs in, you guys hit the roof, make a break for the building next door. I can wait here with my finger on the button. Rip those mutts a new one." She tried to joke weakly. "Or at least get you a few minutes head start anyway." We looked down at her in silence, but Ellen couldn't take it anymore.

"No! I won't let you."

"This is why we're here right? If I can get us a shot on the devil…" she trailed off and looked at Dean. "Dean, we have to take it."

"No." Ellen wined miserably. "That's not-"

"Mom. This might literally be your last chance to treat me like an adult. You might want to take it." There was no way to avoid the tears anymore. Ellen fell apart. Dylan knelt next to her and rubbed her shoulders soothingly. Ellen fought against her better judgment and listened to her daughter. "Well you heard her. Get to work." By the time we were finished, there was no way to survive the blast. This was it and Dean knew it too.

"Okay, this is it. I'll see you on the other side." He whispered. "Probably sooner than later." Jo picked up her gun and handed it to Dean.

"Make it later." Dean handed Jo the detonator and held her hand, gazing into eyes he knew he'd never see again. He kissed her on the forehead, trying to stay strong, but it was too much for the both of them, having always had feelings for each other. Dean stared into her eyes and leaned in, pushing his lips against hers, which she eagerly accepted. Dean had to walk away or he wouldn't be able to leave her side. It was heart wrenching. Ellen then came to sit by her child. Jo began to cry even harder. "Mom no." she cried.

"Somebody's got to let them in." Ellen said with a sad smile. "And like you said, you're not moving. You got me, Jo. And you're right. This is important. But I will not leave you here alone." Tears poured from our eyes as we watched. "Get going now." Ellen said firmly.

"Ellen." Dean tried.

"I said go. And Dean, kick it in the ass. Don't miss." I don't even know how I manage to see where I was running, because I was blinded by my tears. And I wasn't the only one. When we got a good distance away, we were suddenly stopped by the blast. It was a huge fire. Proof that both Jo and Ellen Harvelle are gone forever.

When we got our minds straight and finally arrived at the destination, we saw Lucifer, digging away at the dirt. He was surrounded by tons of demons.

"So, I guess we know what happened to all of the townspeople." Dean said.

"Last words?" Sam asked Dean.

"I think I'm good." Dean responded.

"Yeah, me too." Kimberly took both Dylan's hand and mine.

"I love you girls." She whispered.

"Me too." Dylan answered.

"Dido." I said. If the guys wanted to be all macho to the end, they can have fun with that. Us? We haven't died before, so we're not really ready to just walk into our deaths. I held Sam's hand and gave it a final squeeze.

"Here goes nothing." Said Dean.

"Hey!" Sam yelled as he marched through the crowd of demons. My sisters and I were following him close behind. Sam cocked his gun. "You wanted to see me?"

"Well Sam, you don't need that gun here. You know I'd never hurt you." At the sound of us cocking our guns behind Sam, Lucifer looked our way. "And you three know how valuable to me you are. The five of us? We could be like family. We almost were a couple days ago." The four of us stood there glaring at him. All too knowingly.

"Yeah? Well, I'd hurt you." Dean said pointing the colt at the side of Lucifer's head. "So suck it." Dean pulled the trigger and Lucifer dropped. My only thought was that I couldn't believe it. All the other demons stood still, but I felt a little more confident. If we could take Lucy, then those demons would be a breeze. But then Lucifer gasped.

"Ow!" he yelled as he forced himself to stand up. Dean just stood there, staring at the devil in shock. Lucifer held his head as if he had a migraine and then looked at Dean, who was still right next to him. "Where did you get that?" he asked before backhanding him into a tree. He then looked back at us. "Now, where were we?"

Apparently, there are only five things in all of creation that the Colt cannot kill and Lucifer just happens to be one of them. He simply went back to digging as if we weren't there. For his ritual, Satan killed every woman and children in the town. He had demons possess the men. We went over to Dean and watched as Lucifer began chanting in Latin.

"Now repeat after me." He said to the demons. "We offer up our lives, blood, souls, to complete this tribute." Once the demons finished reciting the chant, they all dropped like flies, one by one. Seeing the look on our faces he said, "What? They're just demons." The ground began to rumble, and just like clockwork, Castiel popped up to fetch us away. Once back home, having our own kind of memorial, we all stood over the fire place and watched as Bobby burned the picture with Jo and Ellen. Somehow, we felt that was the best way to pay our respects. And as we live to see another day, so does Lucifer. There's a question floating in the air, but no one wants to say it out loud. "What did they die for?"