A/n: I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to post. I think possibly that even though I know how it ends, I'm having a hard time writing it because I'm actually in a way sad it's ending lol. I'll try to post next Wednesday, but if I don't, I will post the following. I don't want to keep making you all wait. Only a few chapters left.

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Chapter 39

It seemed like an eternity before Sam reached his destination. They had all gone over their plan before they left the Roundhouse and then once confirmed everyone understood, they departed leaving an unhappy Jo behind. Bobby and the Winchesters had taken Bobby's car as before, while the Harvelles followed in a vehicle of their own. The car ride had been silent, however Sam could guess that their minds were far from it, his own included.

His heart raced when the figure of a woman came into view. By the time the Roadrunner had stopped, it was clear to Sam that that woman was in fact a vexed looking Meg. Sam was the first one out of the car with Dean not far behind him and their mother and Bobby not far behind him. Bill emerged from the driver's side of the large truck that had been following Bobby's beat up car. Meg's eyes slid from one face to the next.

"Well well well," she replied, her eyes settling on the youngest Winchester. "I knew you'd have company, but I hadn't expected an army."

"And I didn't expect you to come alone," Sam countered.

"Who says I'm alone?"

Despite the urge to look around and confirm what was said, the twenty two year old kept his focus on the demon before him.

"Where's Valerie?" He demanded.

"Where's the Colt?" She retorted.

"I'll give you the gun, after you show me Valerie and Mrs. Flores."

Meg rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers. Two men appeared seemingly out of nowhere one with Valerie and the other with a feisty Mrs. Flores both bound and gagged. Upon seeing Sam, Valerie's eyes widened.

"It's ok Valerie. You and your mom are going to be alright. I promise."

"Alright I've shown you mine, now show me yours before I grow impatient and someone's neck pays for it," Meg growled.

"Ok, ok," Sam put his hands up in surrender before slowly moving his left into the pocket of his jacket and pulling into view the weapon desired. Meg's eyes flicked to black as a smile slid across her face. Sam extended the gun to her which she quickly snatched up and examined. "Alright, you have your Colt, now hand over Valerie and Mrs. Flores," Sam demanded calmly. Valerie let out a loud cry of pain, bringing Sam and company to stare at her shocked. A fresh stream of blood ran down her neck.

"I find your lack of intelligence annoying," she snarled.

"What?"

"Did you really think that I would seriously believe that you would hand over the gun willingly?" Before anyone could say or do anything, the replica had been thrown to the ground feet from where they stood. "I am through playing games with you Sam! Now, give me the real Colt or the girl is going to be jello on the ground! I'm not going to tell you again! And while you're at it, tell the bitch in the truck if she even thinks about trying to exorcise me, she'll be dead before so much as a word leaves her lips."

Everyone stood in surprise at the demon possessed woman and Ellen exited the truck with a scowl on her face.

"The real Colt's in the car, just give me a moment," Sam confessed.

"Fine. Say good-bye."

"No wait!" Dean shouted as Meg placed her hands on either side of Valerie's head. She stopped and stared at the eldest of the brothers. He carefully withdrew the actual Colt and looked from it to her.

"Dean, what're you doing?" Sam hissed at his sibling.

"There's no use trying to fool her. She's called every play so far. Do you wanna safe them or not?" He jammed the gun into Sam's hands.

Meg removed her hands from Valerie and instead crossed them.

"Color me surprised," she chuckled. At the same time Ellen, Mary, Bobby, Bill, and Dean were suddenly grabbed from the back by five more unexpected henchmen that, like the two with the Flores, appeared to spring out of nowhere. Sam aimed the gun at Meg who only laughed harder. "Oh Sam, you aren't going to shoot little old me. Not when you have someone else in mind."

"Who says I can't take out both of you?" He remarked keeping the Colt trained on her.

"Please, in order to do that you'd need two bullets." She tisked at him, "you don't. So by all means, shoot me, but good luck with taking on your true target with an empty useless weapon."

Sam tried to keep his face neutral. "You really want to find out if your theory is right about that?"

"Sure." Meg stood with her arms open wide. "Hit me with your best shot."

The twenty two year old stood his ground for awhile longer his company staring at him with eyes wide. No one breathed. With a cuss, Sam lowered the gun and dropped his head in defeat.

"I didn't think so," the demon said triumphantly. "If you're done fucking around, I need you to do something for me. Your friends and family's lives depend on it. I need you to take that gun into the cemetery. There's a mausoleum door, you'll know the one when you see it. Place the barrel of the gun into the lock."

"What happens if I do?" Sam asked arching a brow.

"Then I'll let your people go," the demon promised. "I'm sure you can guess what will happen if you don't."

"No I mean, what will this accomplish?"

"That remains to be seen."

"Sam don't do it," Dean shouted bringing his little brother to meet his eyes. "Whatever it is, it can't be good."

"Dean's right honey," Mary chimed in.

"You Winchesters really have a death wish, don't you?"

"Why don't you take the Colt and go do it yourself?" Sam questioned. "Guns right here, take it." He extended the weapon out to the demon as he had with the replica.

"Because," her voice became soft and a blank look fell over her meatsuit's face as she smiled. "Because it has to be you, Sam." The words reminded him of his and Dean's capture after the car accident what seemed like forever ago. They were Brady's words. A chill went down his spine as they fell from her lips and sent him in a flashback of the horrible origin of them.

"Why?" Sam asked trying to keep his voice strong, he gulped and tried again. "Why me? What does that mean?"

"You'll get all those answers, just as soon as you do as I told you."

"Sam, don't."

"I'll give you some non-friendly persuasion. I'm going to count to three and if you aren't walking to the cemetery by then, I'm going to start killing people. I'm getting really tired of using this threat Sam Winchester, so I suggest you take me seriously. One...two..."

"I'm going! I'm going!"

"Swell. We'll be here, waiting. Or at least I will."

Without looking back at any of his companions, Sam turned and started for the cemetery.

It was your standard boneyard, complete with numerous and various tombstones, yellow dead ground, complete with an iron gateway to greet all who enter. The twenty two year old crept through the long neglected grass, his eyes moving all around him as he searched. All the while taking in not only sights but sounds and smells as he did so, making sure nothing could came at him and take him by surprise.

It didn't take long for Sam to find the mausoleum, which looked more like an old abandoned tool shed than an actual tomb. In the center of the doors was what appeared to be a Devil's Trap made up mostly, if not entirely, of iron. In the middle of that, was the lock Meg had mentioned. His hazel gaze peered long and hard at the piece of which the gun was suppose to be inserted having a better idea now as to why it was that the demon claimed she couldn't be the one to do the deed. He moved his stare from the lock to the key which he held in his hand before raising it up to match the height of the center piece of the door. Sam took a deep breath and thrust the Colt into the hole. Immediately the symbol on the door began to turn and Sam took a few steps back.

"SAM!" The youngest Winchester turned around to see his mother and Bobby rushing at him with the Harvelles close behind. Before he could reach them, the doors to the crypt burst open with such strong force, it sent Sam sailing as though he had been standing near an explosion. He landed with a hard thud, his foot smacking into a tomb as he fell. He shouted out in pain as he pulled his leg up against his chest and cradled it, too afraid to touch his actual injury.

"Sam! Sam! Are you ok?" Sam looked up to see his brother rushing to him, dropping to his knees. Taking a quick glance behind, the younger of the two caught a glimpse of Bobby, Ellen, Bill, and Mary putting all their force against the gates that were now wide open. His attention moved back to Dean.

"Fine," he hissed. "I'm fine. I think I broke my foot."

"At the speed you were flying, you're lucky it wasn't worse."

Sam chuckled then grimaced. "Tell me about it."

Dean smiled at his sibling placing a hand on the back of his shaggy head. "You did it Sam. It took a lot of coaxing and a remarkable amount of patience on my part, but, you did it."

"What?" Sam's features twisted into confusion.

"I always knew I could count on you, after all," Dean gave a twisted smile and his eyes flicked from his usual green to an unnatural inhumane yellow. "It always had to be you."

A/n: SparksFlyAngel: I hope you had a nice holiday! Sorry you came back from it to find the story was on a little hiatus. Well I promise you, you will soon find out what happens. I can't say much more because I don't want to accidentally give anything, but soon you will see who makes it out. I'm really glad you're still enjoying this story and so far, I still don't know about a sequel. Like I said I had planned on one, which is why it's ending the way it is, but we shall see. Thank you again so much for your awesome review. I hope you liked this chapter too.