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I am so sorry it has taken me so long to update! School has been keeping me busy, but I promise to try and work harder and get better at updating quickly! Don't give up on me!
Chapter 30Dean pulled up to an old-time looking diner in the middle of nowhere and put his precious Impala into park.
"Don't forget the extra onions this time," said Dean, handing a $20 bill to Sam.
Sam sighed, but got out. He pushed the passenger seat forward and let Alex out behind him. Dean gave her a questioning look as to why she was leaving the car.
"I gotta pee," she said.
Dean nodded.
"Hey, see if they got any pie," said Dean as Sam and Alex walked into the diner.
He turned up the radio as Sam and Alex walked into the diner. Alex entered the restroom and Sam walked up to the counter to place their dinner order.
Back in the parking lot, the radio began to fade in and out, static coming through the speakers more and more. Dean tapped the dial, but it wouldn't stop. He turned around to look out his back window to see if there was anything that would mess up the signal, but he saw nothing. He shrugged and turned back around to face the front. He looked up and into the diner windows, but there was no one inside. Dean hurried out of the car and ran inside, the bell over the diner's door jangling as Dean opened the door. He glanced in all of the booths. The man who was sitting in the first booth was dead, his face down on the table in a pool of crimson blood. Dean pulled his gun out from his waistband and stepped forward slowly.
"Sam? Alex?"
Dean walked around the counter and saw two more people dead on the floor. He entered the kitchen and pushed open the back door of the diner, sticking his head out slowly and looking in every direction for his siblings.
"Alex? Sam?"
Dean slammed the door closed and looked at the white substance that was now on his hands.
"Sulfur," he whispered to himself.
He quickly ran into both restrooms to check for his siblings there, but he knew they weren't there. Dean rushed back outside to the front parking lot, rain splashing against his legs and pouring onto his face as the storm finally hit.
"Sammy! Alex!"
Sam awoke in a foreign place and took in his surroundings as he slowly and cautiously sat up, looking around. He was lying on some sort of wood structure, Alex also sitting up beside him. They both stood up slowly and saw that they were in some sort of old, abandoned ghost town. Alex grabbed Sam's hand and they walked together, Sam interlacing their fingers, needing her confidence and comfort just as much as she needed his.
"Our cell phones don't work out here," said Alex.
Sam nodded and they stepped up to one building, Sam peeking into the window. They heard a squeaking noise, so Sam quickly grabbed an old piece of wood and held it up to protect not only himself, but his sister as well. A man came around the corner and ducked swiftly as Sam swung at him.
Alex glanced at the man and her face showed confusion.
"Andy?" she asked.
"Alex? Sam? What are you doing here?" asked Andy.
"We don't honestly know," said Sam, throwing the piece of wood to the ground and wiping his hands clean on his jeans.
"I just woke up in fuckin' frontier land, I don't know where I am," said Andy.
"Well, what's the last thing you remember?" asked Alex.
"Honestly, my fourth bong load. All of a sudden, there was this really intense smell, like a…"
Andy trailed off as he tried to come up with the words to describe the intense smell.
"Like sulfur?" asked Sam.
"How do you know that?"
"Dean," said Sam.
"Your brother. Is he here?" asked Andy.
"I don't know where he is," said Alex.
She shivered from her thoughts and Sam grabbed her hand again as reassurance. A scream suddenly sounded from behind them and they all quickly jumped up and began following the sound. They came to a locked closet and Sam broke the lock with a large rock that was lying beside his foot. He pulled the small closet door open quickly and saw Ava inside.
"Ava?"
"Oh, my God. Sam," cried Ava.
She ran out of the small and tiny closet space and into Sam's arms, crying hysterically.
"Guess you guys know each other," said Andy.
Ava stepped out of Sam's hold, her crying finally starting to subside. She wiped her tears off of her face using her jacket sleeve.
"Ava, you've been gone for five months. Have you been here the whole time?" asked Sam, concern etched all over his face.
"No, no, no, no. That's impossible, Sam, because I just saw you two days ago," said Ava.
"No, you didn't, Ava. I'm sorry," said Sam.
Ava looked over at Alex and Andy.
"This is Andy and my twin sister, Alex," introduced Sam.
Ava nodded in understanding.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" called out another voice.
The four of them quickly ran into the middle of the small town they were currently trapped in and saw a young black man and a small white woman standing there.
"Hey, are you guys alright?" asked Sam.
"Think so," said the man.
"I'm Sam."
"I'm Jake."
"Lilly," said the girl behind Jake.
"Are there any more of you?" asked Sam.
Jake shook his head slowly.
"How did we even get here? A minute ago, I was in San Diego," said Lilly.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I went to sleep last night in Afghanistan," said Jake, explaining the Army uniform he was dressed up in. Ava's eyebrows rose.
"Let me take a wild guess. Um, you two are both 23?" asked Sam.
Lilly and Jake looked at him strangely, wondering how he had known.
"We all are. And we all have abilities. Started a little over a year ago? Found you could do things, things you didn't think were possible?"
All of them stared at Sam.
"We have visions," said Alex, joining Sam's side. "We're twins and we see things before they happen."
"Yeah, me too," said Ava.
"And I can put thoughts into people's heads, make 'em do stuff. But don't worry, it doesn't work on you guys," said Andy.
"I touch people and their hearts stop. I'd kill for something like visions," said Lilly.
"So who brought us here?" asked Andy.
"It was, um, a demon," said Sam, looking at the ground as he answered.
Dean looked at the map that Bobby had spread out over the Impala's hood.
"This is it. All demonic signs and omens over the past month," said Bobby.
"There's nothin' here," said Dean, looking at Bobby.
"Exactly. That's what I'm tellin' ya. It's completely quiet."
"Then how are we supposed to look for Alex and Sam?" asked Dean.
He pulled his now ringing cell phone out of his pocket and flipped it open.
"Ash. What have you got?"
"Listen, Dean. I can't talk over this line. It's huge. So get here. Now," said Ash cryptically.
He hung up quickly and Dean slammed his phone closed as well.
"Looks like we're goin' to the Roadhouse," said Dean, looking up at Bobby.
"Look, I know it sounds crazy," said Sam.
"Crazy doesn't even begin to cover it," said Jake.
"Honestly, I don't really care what you think. Now, we have to- "
"The only thing I gotta do is stay away from wack jobs, okay? I've heard enough. I'm better off on my own. FYI, so are all of you," said Jake.
He stepped off of the porch he had been standing on and walked away from all of them. Alex sighed and Lilly looked straight at Sam, her arms crossed across her chest.
"C'mon," said Sam, turning around and leading the way into the town, going the same direction as Jake.
Alex walked in step with Sam as they traveled through the little tiny abandoned town that they were all currently stuck in. Suddenly, they heard a struggle coming from a small building to their left. Everyone ran towards it and saw Jake inside the building. A little demon girl was slowly walking towards Jake and Sam stepped inside the doorway, grabbing a fireplace poker from inside a basket that rested inside the doorway of the building. Sam swung the fireplace poker at the young demon child, who was now standing directly in front of Jake. She turned into a cloud of black smoke as Sam swung the poker through her and she disappeared out through the door.
"Just so you know, that was a demon," said Alex.
She led the way back into the center of the small town and pointed to a bell that was hanging from a building.
"I've seen that bell before. I think I know where we are now."
"Kolduck, South Dakota," said Sam, recognition filling his eyes. "A town so haunted, every single resident fled."
"Swell," said Ava sarcastically.
"Clearly the only sane thing to do here is to get the hell out of Dodge," said Lilly, walking away from all of them.
"But Lilly, we have to all stick together!" said Alex.
"Please, don't say we. I'm not part of we."
"Please. Just stay," pleaded Sam.
Lilly looked at Sam and then at the others in their small circle of people.
"Fine," said Lilly, walking back towards them.
Dean pulled his car into the Roadhouse parking lot to see half of the building burnt to the ground.
"What the hell?" asked Dean.
He drove up to the still smoking ruins and he and Bobby quickly got out of the car. They walked through the still somewhat smoking rubble carefully.
"I don't see anyone," said Bobby sadly.
Dean knelt down and saw a blackened wrist with a watch on it lying in the rubble.
"Aww, Ash. Damn it!"
Sam led the way through one of the abandoned buildings as they all looked for any sort of weapons with which to protect themselves with. He opened a trunk that was lying in a dusty old corner and found a rather long knife. He stuck it in his back pocket.
"Guys, I found something!" yelled Andy.
They all ran to the room that Andy was standing in. He held up two full bags of salt.
"Salt! That's wonderful, Andy," said Alex.
"Um, where's Lilly?" asked Sam, scanning the room with his eyes and finally noticing that she wasn't in there with all of them.
All of them looked around quickly as Sam had just done, but didn't see her either. They all walked outside, calling her name when suddenly, Ava looked up and screamed, her hands flying up to cover her mouth in shock and horror. Lilly's now lifeless body was hanging from the town's old windmill, a noose wrapped around her neck. She was dead and Ava turned away in horror.
"She was trying to leave," whispered Alex.
"I'll get her down," said Jake, trudging over to where Lilly's body was hanging and climbing all the way up to the top of the windmill to remove her carefully.
"Hey, Andy? Do you think you could maybe send thoughts to Dean?" asked Alex, biting her lip.
"Sure. Do you have something he touched?"
Alex dug around in her pockets and found a receipt from a couple of days ago. She handed it to Andy and he held it in his palm, closing his eyes as he tried to reach Dean.
Dean was standing next to his precious Impala when his head began to hurt, and badly.
"Dean?" asked Bobby.
Dean put his palm to his forehead as the pain significantly increased. He saw the bell that Alex had spotted earlier and then the pain suddenly decreased, finally stopping after a couple of minutes.
"What was that?" asked Bobby.
"Headache. But I could've swore I saw something," said Dean.
The headache suddenly came back, the pain worse than the last one, and Dean fell to his knees, groaning along with the intense pain he was feeling in his forehead. He saw that same bell again, along with the faces of Alex and Sam. Bobby quickly rushed over to him.
"Bobby. I saw Sammy and Alex this time."
"Anything else?" asked Bobby.
"Um, there was a bell. It had an engraving on it. Like an oak tree almost," said Dean.
Bobby stood up then, looking at Dean.
"Dean, I know exactly where Sam and Alex are."
Alex poured salt all over the windows and floors to keep any and all demons out from their hideaway. Sam did the other room as the thunder loudly clapped outside. Alex stood up from her crouch as Sam entered the room. She looked at him, her lower lip in between in her teeth as she tried to hold back the tears she'd wanted to release all day. Sam looked at her sadly, and Alex just burst into tears. Sam crossed the room in two large strides and pulled her into his chest.
"Shh," he soothed.
Alex cried into his chest.
"I just want to go home. I wanna see Dean."
"I know, I know," said Sam, stroking her hair.
He sat down on the ground as comfortably as he could with Alex situated in his lap. He held her until she cried herself to sleep in his arms, her head leaning against his chest as she peacefully slept. Ava and Andy were also already asleep as Jake finally entered the room. He had been in the other room, keeping to himself. He held a tire iron in his hands as he walked in. Sam looked up at him. Jake glanced at Alex, who was still sleeping in Sam's lap.
"I'll take first watch," said Jake.
Sam nodded and Jake turned away from all of them, standing in the doorway. Sam rested his head on top of Alex's and fell asleep quickly, more exhausted than he fully realized.
A few hours later, Sam awoke with a jolt and looked down at Alex, who was also awake. She smiled up at him and kissed his cheek, thanking him for letting her sleep. She climbed out of his hold and saw down beside him. Andy was still asleep in the middle of the room, but Ava was no longer in the room with them.
"Bathroom," said Alex, and Sam nodded.
"Alex, the yellow-eyed demon was in my dream," said Sam.
"And?"
"He said only one of us was gonna leave here alive. He only needs one of us," whispered Sam.
"Well, I kinda knew that," said Alex.
"He also showed me Mom's death."
Sam looked at Alex.
"She already knew him, Alex."
Alex's lips parted to respond when Jake ran into the room, panting.
"Ava's missing."
Alex stayed in the room with Andy as Sam and Jake went outside to look for Ava. Alex and Andy were standing in a small circle of salt that Sam had made around them when they heard a creak come from the adjacent room. Andy began to step out of the circle when Alex grabbed his arm.
"Andy, please. Don't," begged Alex.
Andy shrugged her off and stepped out of the circle.
"I'm sorry, Alex. Just stay in here, I'm sure it's nothing. I'll be right back, kid," reassured Andy.
Andy left the room with Alex calling after him.
"Andy! Damn it, come back!"
Andy stepped slowly into the next room to see Ava with her back towards him.
"Ava. Where'd you go? Didn't you hear us all yelling?" asked Andy.
Alex closed her eyes and sighed from the other room.
"Fuck this," she said, and stepped out of the circle. She quickly crawled towards the window that showed the other room where Andy was with Ava. Alex watched as Ava ran her fingers through the window sill, breaking the salt barrier. It was such a subtle movement that Andy didn't even notice.
"Fuck, she's possessed," whispered Alex.
"Yep, I heard you," said Ava.
Andy's face fell as he watched Ava summon the small demon girl from earlier that almost attacked Jake. The demon entered through the window.
"What are you doing?" asked Andy.
"Andy, get back in here now!" yelled Alex.
But it was already too late. The demon had pushed Andy to the floor and was killing him as Ava watched with a sadistic smile on her face the whole entire time. Once Andy was finally dead, Ava's smile faded and she screamed in terror. Sam quickly rounded the corner and ran into the room.
"What happened?"
Sam glanced at Andy's dead body and his eyes widened.
"How'd that thing get in?"
Alex stepped into the room then and she looked at Sam. They stared at each other for a few seconds and Sam turned back to Ava.
"Where were you?" he asked.
"I just went to get some water from the well. I was only gone, maybe two minutes," replied Ava.
Sam glanced at around the room, quickly spotting the window sill and the line of salt that had been disturbed.
"Who did that?" he asked, pointing to the window sill.
Ava glanced at it.
"I don't know. Maybe Andy."
"Andy wouldn't do that. Ava, that line wasn't broken when I left."
Ava smirked, wiping away her fake tears.
"I've been here a long time. And people just keep showin' up! Batches of three or four."
"You killed them?" asked Alex.
"I'm the undefeated heavyweight champ," said Ava.
Alex sighed and Sam's face looked disgusted with this girl that he once knew. Ava put her hands to her temple and closed her eyes, beginning to summon the demon girl once more, but before she could finish, Jake came up from behind, grabbed her head and twisted it to the side, breaking her neck with a sickening crunch.
The demon girl disappeared and Ava's lifeless body fell to the floor as Jake dropped her.
Dean and Bobby pulled up to the edge of the abandoned ghost town. They popped the Impala's trunk and grabbed a ton of guns. They quickly headed into the small town to find Alex and Sam.
"I think we can make it out of here now," said Sam.
He, Jake, and Alex walked into the street and began heading out of the small town.
"We gotta go," said Alex, grabbing Sam's hand and pulling him along.
"No, not we," said Jake.
He stopped walking and both Alex and Sam turned to face him.
"Only one of us is gettin' out of here. I'm sorry."
"What?" asked Sam.
"I had a vision. That yellow-eyed demon talked to me!"
"No, Jake. You can't listen to him," said Alex.
"He's not letting all of us go. Only one. He'll kill us if we don't play along. Now, I like you guys, I really do. But do the math," said Jake.
Sam sighed and pulled the knife out of his pocket.
"Just let my sister go. Please," plead Sam.
Jake looked at Alex, conflict raging behind his deep brown, almost black, eyes. Finally, he sighed.
"Go. Now!"
"Sammy, come with me," begged Alex.
Sam pulled her into a hug, staying strong for the both of them. He kissed her forehead, his eyes closing as he did so to hold back his tears.
"Alex, I can't protect us both well enough in this fight. Now, just go. I'll catch up with you later, I promise. I love you. Please, just go."
Alex nodded and ran away from them, turning a corner and disappearing from their sight. Sam set the knife he held onto the ground.
"Just come with me, Jake. Don't do this. Don't play into what it wants," said Sam.
Jake also set his own weapon down onto the ground as the rain began to fall slowly from the sky. Sam nodded, but Jake took advantage and punched Sam. Sam flew back into a small field of now dead grass and Jake sauntered toward him. Sam kicked Jake when he came close, but Jake bounced right back up. He hit Sam in the back and dislocated Sam's right shoulder. Sam didn't even flinch and nailed Jake in the stomach, causing Jake to fall to the ground in a moment of weakness. Sam walked over to the weapons and grabbed the tire iron. He walked back over to where Jake was gasping for breath and hit Jake over the head repeatedly with the tire iron, knocking him out cold. He threw the tire iron to the ground as the rain began to fall harder.
Alex rounded a corner and literally ran straight into Dean and Bobby.
"Alex," said Dean, relief evident in his voice.
Alex ran into his embrace and Dean held her close, breathing in her scent.
"Alex, where's Sam?" asked Bobby.
"He was with Jake. Jake was gonna kill him," said Alex, her voice muffled since she was still huddled into Dean's chest.
"Well, let's go find him," said Dean.
He pushed Alex in between Bobby and himself as they all walked forward into the middle of the small town.
Sam held his right arm in pain as he walked toward the sounds of his name being called. He rounded the street corner and saw his small family of Alex, Dean, and Bobby.
"Sam," said Dean, relief evident in his tone as he saw his younger brother walking towards them.
"Dean," cried out Sam.
"Sam, look out!" yelled Dean.
Jake suddenly came up from behind Sam and literally stabbed him in the middle of the back. Jake dug the knife further and further into Sam's spinal cord as Sam fell to his knees.
"No!" cried Dean, already running towards Sam.
Bobby and Alex ran for Sam as well. Once Dean and Alex reached their sibling, they fell to their knees in front of Sam as Bobby ran in pursuit of Jake. Dean grabbed the front of Sam's jacket to look at him and to hold him up.
"Sam."
Sam's head fell forward, his eyes already closed, onto Dean's shoulder.
"Sam. Hey," said Dean.
He put his hand on Sam's wound. His hand came away covered and drenched in Sam's blood.
"Sam, look at me."
Sam slowly picked his head up to look at his brother, his eyes barely opened.
"It's not even that bad, alright? Sammy!" cried Dean. "We're gonna patch you up. I got you, I'm gonna take care of you. It's my job, right? Watch after my pain in the ass little brother."
Sam's eyes slowly fluttered closed again and he stopped breathing, his body limp against Dean.
"Sam? Sammy?"
Alex began sobbing as Dean laid Sam's head on his shoulder. Dean's eyes filled with tears as he held his little brother's dead body in his arms.
"Sam!" he cried out as the tears finally spilled over.
Dean leaned against the doorframe of the room that Sam laid in. Sam's body rested peacefully on an old mattress. Alex was asleep in the next room, curled up into a ball on a small pile of jackets. Bobby entered the small house, holding a bucket of fried chicken in his hands.
"I brought you this. You really should eat something," said Bobby.
"I'm fine," said Dean.
He turned and walked over to the table where Bobby stood. He took a long drink from a whiskey bottle, and then set it back down on the table.
"Dean, I hate to bring this up, I really do. Don't you think maybe it's time we bury Sam?" asked Bobby.
Dean looked at him sternly. "No."
He sat down at the table, the dark circles under his eyes more visible in the lights.
"Dean, something big is going down. Like end of the world big," said Bobby.
"Then let it end!" yelled Dean angrily.
"You don't mean that."
Dean stood up quickly, his chair falling to the floor. He stood directly in front of Bobby, his eyes flashing dark with rage.
"You don't think so? Huh? You don't think I've given enough? You don't think I've paid enough? I'm done with it. All of it. If you know what's good for you, you'll turn around and get the hell out of here. Go!" yelled Dean, shoving Bobby angrily.
Bobby stumbled, but looked at Dean sadly.
"I'm sorry. Please, just go," said Dean softly.
He turned away from Bobby.
"Well, you know where I'll be."
Bobby turned and walked out the front door. Dean listened carefully and heard the door slam shut as a small tear fell down his cheek.
Dean was sitting at the table a few hours later when he heard Alex begin to stir. He stood up slowly and walked over to where she was lying down. She was sitting up now and Dean sat down beside her.
"Where's Bobby?" she asked, a large yawn overtaking her small mouth as she stretched.
"We, uh, had a fight. So he left," answered Dean.
Alex nodded sadly.
"I miss Sammy," she whispered after a few long moments of silence.
Her tears fell onto Dean's arm and Dean pulled her into his side as she cried once again.
"I know. Me too."
He laid down beside her on the makeshift bed and Alex laid her head on his chest, her tears spilling onto his shirt as she cried herself to sleep once again.
Dean pulled Alex to the small couch in the room and he pulled a dining room chair up the Sam's bed.
"You know, when you were little and you couldn't have been more than five, you just started askin' questions. How come we didn't have a mom, why do we always have to move around. Where'd Dad go? He'd take off for days at a time. Remember, I begged you to quit askin', Sammy. You don't wanna know."
Dean stared at Sam's body as he paused.
"I just wanted you and Alex to be kids. Just for a little while longer. I always tried to protect you two. Keep you safe. Dad didn't even have to tell me. It was just always my responsibility, you know? It's like I had one job, that one job."
Dean leaned forward in his chair, his elbows resting on his knees as the tears entered his voice. He didn't notice Alex leaning against the doorway, listening to him.
"And I screwed it up. I blew it. And for that, I'm so sorry."
Tears fell down his cheeks as he looked at Sam's dead body.
"But I guess that's what I do. Let down the people I love. 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? What am I supposed to do? Sammy," cried Dean, his tears falling rapidly now.
Once he had himself under control, Dean stood up, turned around, and spotted Alex leaning against the doorframe.
"What am I supposed to do now?" he asked.
Alex shrugged, wiping away her tears. She hugged Dean and kissed his cheek gently.
"I don't know, big brother. I just don't know."
Alex was sitting in the room with Sam's body as Dean shrugged on his jacket. He quietly snuck out of the house and got in the Impala. He peeled out of the gravel road and went to the nearest crossroads. He put together a box and stuffed it in the ground. He looked to his right and there stood a beautiful demon woman in a slinky black dress.
"Dean. It is so good to see you," she said. She appraised him before continuing. "So you're following in Daddy's footsteps, huh? You wanna make a deal."
She smiled.
"Little Sammy back from the dead and you're offering up your own soul?"
"And it's all yours. All you gotta do is bring Sam back. Give me 10 years. And then you can come for me," said Dean.
"You must be kidding.
"It's the same deal you give everybody else."
"You're not everybody else, darlin'. Why would I wanna give you anything?"
"Nine years," bargained Dean.
"No."
The demon smiled and walked away from him.
"Make sure you bury Sam before he starts stinkin' up the joint," she said as she walked away from Dean.
"Wait," called out Dean.
They both turned around to face one another.
"What do I need to do?" he asked.
She sighed and rolled her eyes.
"I'll bring him back, I will. And because I'm such a saint, I'll give you one year and one year only. But if you try to weasel your way out, the deal's off. Sam drops dead like before. So, what do you say? Deal?"
Dean looked at her closely before grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her mouth to his, sealing the deal with a kiss.
Alex was pacing in the kitchen, redialing Dean's number for what seemed like the millionth time, when she heard gasping from behind her. She froze, her eyes widening.
"No," she whispered.
She slowly turned around to see Sam sitting up on the bed. He looked at her, his eyes just as wide as her big blue ones.
Alex and Sam were looking at Sam's stab wound in the mirror when they heard the door open. Alex let go of Sam's shirt, which she had been holding up to get a better look at his almost non-existent stab wound, and both Sam and Alex watched Dean walk into the room they were currently standing in. Dean stared at Sam, relief flooding his face.
"Thank God," whispered Dean.
He grabbed Sam and held him in a tight hug. Sam groaned in pain and Dean quickly let go.
"Sorry. I'm just so happy to see you up and around."
The boys sat down at the small kitchen table and Alex stood behind Sam's chair, biting her bottom lip nervously.
"What happened to me?" asked Sam.
Dean quickly glanced up at Alex, who shook her head, indicating that she hadn't told Sam anything.
"Well, what do you recall?" asked Dean, leaning forward in his chair with his elbows resting on his knees.
"I saw you, Alex, and Bobby. I felt this sharp pain and that's about it," recalled Sam.
"Yeah, um, that kid stabbed you in the back. You lost a lot of blood," explained Dean. "Who was that guy anyway?"
"Jake. Did you get him?" asked Sam.
"Nah, he ran off into the woods," said Alex.
"We have to find him. I'm gonna kill him," snarled Sam, his hands clenching into fists as he suddenly stood up.
Dean stood up as well.
"Whoa, hold on. You just woke up. Let's get something to eat," said Dean.
Sam nodded, his anger subsiding.
"I'll get some pizza," whispered Alex.
Sam was asleep once again as Alex and Dean stayed awake, watching him.
"Dean, you know he's not gonna wait. He'll want to fight. We'll have to go see Bobby," said Alex.
Dean sighed, knowing she was right. He rubbed a hand through his hair.
"I know," he whispered.
The nest morning, Dean knocked on Bobby's door as he, Alex, and Sam stood on the front doorstep. Bobby opened the door and just stared at Sam.
"Sam. It's good to see you up and around."
Sam stepped inside, patting Bobby's shoulder.
"Thanks for patchin' me up."
Sam continued into the house with Dean and Alex following him. Bobby shut his front door and looked at Alex. Alex shook her head and pointed to Dean's retreating form. Bobby nodded.
Alex and Dean walked outside with Bobby as Sam stayed inside, looking over some new information Bobby had found on their current case. Once they were far enough away from the house, Bobby turned to face them. He looked straight at Dean.
"What did you do?!"
Dean looked at the ground.
"You made a deal for Sam, didn't you? How long they give you?" asked Bobby.
"Bobby," sighed Dean, not wanting to hash all of his problems out in front of Alex.
"How long?" asked Alex, looking at her oldest brother.
"One year," answered Dean, his eyes suddenly filled with pain.
"Damn it, Dean," said Bobby, as he watched Alex walk away from them.
"Which is why we gotta find this yellow eyed son of a bitch. I got nothin' to lose," said Dean.
"What is it with you Winchester men? You, your dad. Just itchin' to go to hell," said Bobby.
"I couldn't let him die, Bobby. He's my brother."
"Yeah, and how's your brother gonna feel when he finds out you're going to hell? How do you think Alex felt when she found out John brought her back?" asked Bobby.
"Alex," whispered Dean.
"Yeah, Alex. Did you think about her at all?" asked Bobby.
Dean sighed, knowing he had seriously messed up. Bobby nodded and walked over to where Alex was standing, Dean following him.
"Alex," said Dean, his voice pained.
"Did you ever think about me? Sammy dying hurt me too, but I was always there for you. I was alive and well. I wanted to help, but you wouldn't let me in. And now, you're gonna die. Do you know how much that's gonna kill me? I just lost one brother, and now, I'm gonna lose another," said Alex, looking up at Dean.
"I'm sorry," whispered Dean.
"Sorry won't change anything. You're still gonna die in a year," said Alex.
"I know, but-"
"Guys! I got something!" yelled Sam.
That night, Dean and Alex hid behind some tombstones as they watched Jake pass by. They were in a cemetery in Wyoming, where Hell was literally about to break loose. Bobby and Sam were also hidden among the headstones, along with Ellen, who had survived the fiery blaze that had burnt down the Roadhouse. As Jake reached out to open the doors of the mausoleum that housed Hell, Sam stepped into Jake's line of sight.
"Howdy, Jake."
Bobby, Ellen, Dean, and Alex also emerged from their hiding places, guns raised at their enemy. Jake stared at Sam, in complete and total shock.
"Wait. You were dead, I killed you."
"Next time, I guess you better finish the job," replied Sam.
"I did. I cut clean through your spinal cord, man."
Sam looked over at his siblings, confusion written all over his face.
"Just take it real easy there," said Bobby.
"And if I don't?" asked Jake.
"You'll see!" yelled Sam.
Jake continued to look at Sam. He began laughing.
"Hey, lady."
Jake's eyes flashed as he looked at Ellen.
"Put that gun to your head."
Jake smiled as his psychic powers made Ellen point her gun at herself.
"Shoot him," said Ellen.
"Put your guns down," said Jake.
Everyone except Ellen put their guns on the ground. Jake ran to the mausoleum, stuck his gun into the special keyhole, and the keyhole began spinning quickly. Sam ran over to Ellen, knocking the gun out of her hand. He shot Jake six times, killing him instantly. The gun and the keyhole stopped spinning. Dean grabbed the gun from the hole.
"Take cover, now! It's Hell!" he yelled.
The siblings jumped over tombstones and Dean and Sam shielded Alex with their bodies as Hell literally broke loose.
"What the hell just happened?" yelled Dean.
"That's the Devil's Gate, a damn door to hell," answered Ellen.
"We gotta shut it," said Bobby.
The five of them all jumped up, running toward the gates. Dean held the special gun that had unlocked the gates of hell in his grasp.
"If the demon gave this to Jake, then maybe…"
Dean turned around, but the yellow eyed demon was already there behind him. He grabbed the gun from Dean and flung Dean across the graves. Dean hit his head on a tombstone, causing his head to begin bleeding profusely. Ellen, Bobby, Sam, and Alex were trying to shut the gates when Alex saw the demon walking towards Dean again.
"Dean!" yelled Alex.
She ran to him, but the demon saw her coming and flung her into a tree, keeping her stuck there with his demonic powers.
"Dean!" she screamed, trying to break free and struggling profusely.
She watched as the demon spoke to Dean, wondering what was being said. Suddenly, a figure came up behind the demon, grabbing him. The gun, also called the Colt, fell from his grasp as John Winchester wrestled the demon. Dean grabbed the Colt as John let go of the yellow eyed demon and Dean shot him. The demon fell to the ground, dead, a huge bullet hole through his forehead.
Ellen, Bobby, and Sam finally got the gates of Hell shut and Alex was broken of the hold the demon had placed on her. The siblings all looked at their father. John Winchester let a small tear roll down his face as he smiled at his beautiful children. All of their own eyes welled up with tears as he stepped back and disappeared once again, leaving their lives, yet again.
The siblings stared at the now dead yellow eyed demon that had been haunting them and their family for so long.
"Our whole lives has led up to this," said Sam, looking at the demon.
"That was for our mom, you son of a bitch," said Dean, looking at the demon with utter disgust and contempt.
"C'mon. Let's get outta here," said Alex.
They walked to the car together.
"Alex," called out Sam.
Alex stepped back to walk beside her twin brother.
"What really happened the night I was stabbed?"
Alex said nothing, just grabbed her bottom lip with her teeth and began chewing on it nervously.
"Tell me the truth. Please," whispered Sam, a pleading look in his eyes.
Alex looked up at him, her eyes filling with tears.
"He only got one year," she answered.
Sam sighed and looked at her.
"Why would he do that?"
"To save you. Always to save you," said Alex.
Sam ran a hand over his face.
"We're gonna get him out of this. I don't care what it takes. He's our older brother. It's now time for us to save his ass for once," said Sam.
Alex nodded. Sam smiled and pulled her in for a side hug. He kissed her temple gently.
"I love you, baby girl."
I love you, Sammy."
The two of them stepped onto the road where Dean, Ellen, and Bobby stood, next to the Impala.
"Well, I hope you three are ready for a war. There were at least 100 demons that got out, maybe more," said Bobby.
Dean nodded and opened the Impala's trunk. Sam and Alex stood on either side of him and Dean threw the Colt into the trunk, along with the rest of their arsenal.
"We got work to do," said Alex, and Dean slammed the trunk closed.
Sam and Alex sat in the Impala, giving Dean some privacy as he hooked up with a girl he picked up in the local bar. Sam flipped through a book about crossroad demons, trying to save Dean from his deal, while Alex sat in the backseat, trying to fall asleep. Suddenly, Sam's phone rang. Sam pulled it from his pocket and answered.
"Hello?"
"Sam," said Bobby, on the other end of the call.
"Hey, Bobby."
"What 'cha doing?"
"Ah, same old stuff."
"You buried in that book again?"
Sam didn't answer and Bobby sighed.
"The answer to saving Dean won't be in a book," said Bobby.
"I know," sighed Sam.
"Well, you three better pack it up. I think I got something."
"Will do," said Sam, hanging up.
He threw his phone in a cup holder and groaned.
"You have to get Dean, huh?" asked Alex, sitting up in the backseat.
Sam looked at her, nodding.
"Well, good luck!"
Alex laughed and Sam glared at her as he opened his car door.
An hour later, the three siblings were on the road to Lincoln, Nebraska.
"What's Bobby got?" asked Dean.
"Not much, just some crop failure and cicada swarms outside of Lincoln," answered Sam.
Dean shook his head in frustration.
"It's our only lead," said Alex.
"I know, but it's just weird. The night the Devil's Gate opened, all these storm clouds were spotted over 17 different cities and there's been absolutely nothing," said Dean.
Sam sighed.
"Be careful what you wish for," whispered Alex, lying down in the backseat and closing her eyes.
The next morning, Dean pulled up to a run-down house in the middle of nowhere. Bobby stood out in front of it, so they all three climbed out of the Impala.
"Hear those cicadas?" asked Sam.
Dean and Alex nodded.
"Nice to see you three. Now, let's go in," said Bobby, leading the way into the old house.
They headed up onto the front porch of the house, Dean picking the lock. The four of them stepped inside and almost immediately gagged at the rancid smell surrounding them.
"That can't be good," whispered Sam.
They each pulled out a weapon and began slowly walking through the house. Dean walked with Bobby, while Sam obviously stayed with Alex.
"Hey, listen," whispered Sam.
A woman was talking and they followed the sound, kicking down a door and gagging at the overwhelming stench of rotting flesh, worse than when they had all stepped into the house. A small family sat on their living room couch, dead and rotted. Flies buzzed all around them and the T.V. was on. Dean and Bobby entered the room, their faces disgusted.
"Bobby, what the hell happened here?" asked Sam, his nose buried in the crook of his elbow so as to block the disgusting stench.
"I have no clue," answered Bobby.
"Check for sulfur," said Dean, and they all went to work.
Dean was checking out the windowsills when a shadow passed by outside on the front porch. He stood up slowly and quietly whistled, getting the attention of the others. They all separated, taking areas of the house to inspect.
Dean walked slowly onto the front porch, only to be attacked and knocked to the ground. A shotgun was shoved into his face and a fierce looking man and woman looked at him.
"Isaac? Tamara?" asked Bobby, standing and watching from behind Dean.
Dean watched as Bobby walked up to the couple and they smiled warmly at him.
"Hey, Bobby," said Isaac, shaking his hand.
Bobby helped Dean up then, and followed the couple out to their car.
A few hours later, Bobby and the Winchesters stood in the basement of Isaac and Tamara's house. Dean was on the phone with a woman from the coroner's office, asking about the dead family they had recently found. Sam and Alex stood with Bobby, looking through all of Isaac and Tamara's hunting items. Dean hung up the phone a few minutes later and looked at all of them.
"So, get this. The family died of dehydration and starvation."
"But there was a fully stocked kitchen not feet away," said Bobby, his eyebrows pulling together in utter confusion.
"It's like they sat down, but never got up," said Dean.
"Well, what now? What should we do?" asked Alex.
"Uh, we're not doing anything," said Isaac. "We don't play well with others."
"And no offense, but we're not teaming with the damn fools who opened the Devil's Gate," added Tamara, looking down on them.
Alex stepped forward to give them a piece of her mind, but Sam grabbed her wrist, holding her back and in place.
"You brought a war down on all of us," said Isaac.
He glared at the four of them and Bobby took a step away from the couple of hunters he once knew.
"Fine. We know when we're not wanted," said Dean.
He grabbed Alex's elbow gently and led her away from Isaac and Tamara, Sam and Bobby quickly following the two of them.
The next afternoon, Sam watched as police inspected the scene of a murder that had taken place just an hour or so before he had gotten there. He looked at the blood on the sidewalk before entering the department store across the street from the crime scene, where Dean stood, asking people questions. Sam walked up to him, watching a very pretty girl give Dean a hug and then walk away.
"Dean, what are you doing?" asked Sam.
"Comforting the bereaved. What are you doing?" asked Dean.
"Workin'," answered Sam.
Dean nodded, accepting Sam's answer, and whistled as Bobby approached them wearing a suit and a tie.
"Whoa, Bobby. What were you?"
"An attorney for the D.A.'s office. I just spoke to the suspect."
"Well, what'd you think? Was she possessed?" asked Sam.
"I don't think so. None of the usual signs were there. She just really wanted those shoes," said Bobby. "You guys find anything around here?"
The boys shook their heads, but then Alex came up to them, a DVD perched in her small hands.
"Security camera film," she said, handing it to Bobby with a smirk on her flawless face.
Later that day, they all watched the film and saw the female suspect talking to a man. He pointed out the woman who had the shoes and then he gently touched the suspect's shoulder.
"Here's our guy," said Alex.
At ten minutes past midnight, Dean, Bobby, and Alex sat in the Impala. They were parked outside of an old bar, hoping to catch the man from the film. Sam knocked on the window and climbed in the backseat with Alex, sitting next to her.
"So John Doe's name is Walter Rosen. He went missing 'bout a week ago," said Sam.
"The night the Devil's Gate was opened," said Alex.
Sam nodded.
"You think he's possessed?" asked Dean.
The other three nodded.
"Hey, look," said Bobby.
He pointed out the window to his right and they all watched as Walter Rosen climbed out of his car and headed into the old bar.
"Don't move just yet. We don't know what to expect from demons like these. We need to wait and see," said Bobby.
"Yeah, I don't really think that's an option anymore," said Sam.
He nodded towards the left, where Tamara and Isaac had just stepped out of their own car and were heading into the bar right behind Walter Rosen.
"Damn it!" yelled Bobby, banging his hands on the steering wheel.
"We gotta help them," said Sam.
Bobby nodded and the four of them climbed out of the Impala. Dean and Bobby ran for the door, trying to knock it down, but it wouldn't move. Sam and Alex grabbed weapons from the Impala's trunk. As they shut the trunk, they saw Dean and Bobby running back toward them.
"We're gonna have to drive through the door," said Dean, climbing back into the Impala's driver's seat.
The rest of them also climbed into the car and hold on for dear life as Dean punched the gas pedal all the way onto the ground and headed straight into the bar.
Tamara was screaming in pain as they ran down and through the doors. They all rushed out of the vehicle, pouring holy water over all of the demons in the bar. Sam grabbed Tamara, who was screaming for Isaac. Alex looked down at Isaac, who was lying in a pool of his own blood, dead and on the floor. She shook her head and got into the car behind Sam, while Dean and Bobby continued fighting off the demons. Bobby hopped into the driver's seat while Dean still continued fighting off Walter Rosen. He shoved Walter into the Impala's trunk and ran to the front of the car, literally leaping into the passenger seat.
"Go, go, go!" he yelled, once he was safely and fully inside the vehicle.
As Walter sat tied in a chair in another room, the Winchesters yelled at Tamara, trying to explain to her why she couldn't go back for Isaac, her now dead husband.
"You don't even know how many there are!" yelled Sam.
"Yeah, we do, actually," said Bobby, holding a rather large book in his hands. "Seven. Do you have any idea who we're up against?"
Dean shook his head, but Alex looked at Bobby, her huge, blue eyes opened wide in complete terror.
"The seven deadly sins," she whispered. "Of course."
Bobby nodded.
"The family. They were touched by Sloth," said Sam, finally beginning to put the pieces of the puzzle together.
"And the shopper?" asked Dean.
"That's Envy, tied up in the very next room," said Bobby.
"Isaac was touched by Gluttony," said Alex.
"We've never faced a thing close to this, so we're gonna take a deep breath and figure out what our next move is, alright?" said Bobby, shutting the large book he had been holding in his hands and setting it down on a nearby end table. Tamara left the room to speak to Walter Rosen and the rest of them followed her, not wanting it to get completely out of control.
"So you know who I am, huh?" asked Walter, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Why are you here?" asked Sam.
Walter just laughed at all of them.
"We already have what we want."
"And what's that?" asked Alex.
"We're out. We're free. Thanks to you, my kind are everywhere," said Walter, still smirking.
Tamara stepped up to him and punched him directly in the face two times before Dean and Bobby grabbed her and pulled her away from Walter Rosen. Walter flexed his jaw a few times, but then began smiling again.
"The truth is, you are just animals. We're not sins, man. We are natural human instincts. Oh, and the others? They're comin' for me."
"Maybe, but they're not gonna find you," said Dean.
"'Cause you'll already be back in hell," finished Alex.
She handed Tamara the book of exorcisms and followed Bobby and her siblings out of the room as Tamara began reading.
Once Envy had been sent back to Hell, the gang began gearing up for the other demons to find them. Sam sat with Alex and Dean as they all loaded their guns and found more holy water to use as a defense mechanism. Sam stood up once his weapon was loaded and looked out into the night. Dean and Alex stood beside him, but saw nothing. Salt covered all of the doorways. The night was silent until they heard Isaac's screams piercing the night air.
"Tamara! Help me!"
Bobby looked at Tamara, who had begun to cry, her lower lip trembling slightly.
"Don't do it, Tamara."
Tamara looked at him sadly.
"I'm sorry, Bobby."
She opened the front door and ran out into the night and straight into Isaac, knocking him to the ground. Once she opened the front door, all of the demons ran inside, searching for their companion, Envy. One demon saw Bobby and walked towards him, but Bobby led him right into and under a Devil's Trap that was painted onto the ceiling.
Dean ran through the halls of the abandoned house, running right into the pretty, blonde demon. She smiled at him and pushed him into a bedroom.
"I suppose you're Lust," said Dean.
"Baby, I'm whatever you want me to be," she said, grabbing the back of Dean's head and pulling it towards her so she could finally kiss him.
Alex and Sam stood together in one room, their flasks of holy water gripped tightly in their hands as three demons entered the room. They stepped closer, but one looked up, noticing the Devil's Trap that was painted onto the ceiling.
"You really think something like that would fool me? Me?" asked the man in the front of the pack.
"Let me guess. You must be Pride," said Sam.
The man nodded, a smile on his face, and gently waved his hand, cracking the ceiling and the trap in half. All three of the demons smiled and stepped ever closer to Sam and Alex, closing in on them and leaving no way of escaping.
"And you are Sam Winchester," said Pride.
Sam's eyes looked confused.
"Yes, we've heard all about you. Prodigy. The boy king. Lookin' at you now, I gotta tell you. I don't believe the hype."
Alex looked up at Sam then, fear clearly evident in her eyes.
Dean walked backwards slowly as he kept kissing the demon of Lust. Once he was far enough back, he shoved her forward and into the bathtub, which was full of holy water. She screamed and fought against his hold, but Dean continued holding her under the water.
Pride grabbed Sam once he was close enough and put him in a headlock, Sam fighting him every step of the way. Alex reached out and punched one of the remaining two demons in the nose, but the other one grabbed her and held her arms behind her back. As both twin siblings struggled, a blonde woman suddenly appeared in the doorway of their room, wielding a very strange looking knife. Alex watched as this woman cut one of the demon's throats. The demon that was still holding Alex let go of her to fight this mysterious blonde woman. The demon punched her, but the woman turned around and stabbed the demon in the neck, kicking the lifeless body to the ground. Pride finally let go of Sam to grab the girl, but Sam punched him in the nose and he let go of her. The girl finally jabbed her knife into his throat and the lifeless body fell to the hardwood floor. Sam stared at the blonde woman, his chest rising and falling as he took fast and quick breaths. Alex stood up from her sitting position, standing beside him, breathing heavily, as well.
"Who the hell are you?" they asked in unison.
"I'm the girl that just saved both of your asses," she replied.
"Well, I just saved yours too," shot back Sam, a smirk on his face.
She smirked right back at him.
"See ya around, twins."
She left the room then, never once looking back at them.
"What the fuck just happened?" asked Alex.
Sam shrugged, just as confused as his twin sister.
The very next day, Sam, Alex, and Dean threw all of the dead bodies into a gigantic hole as they also salt and burned the bodies. They watched as Tamara gave Isaac a Viking funeral. Bobby walked up to the three of them, glanced at Tamara, and then spoke.
"The pretty girl and the heavy guy will make it."
"What kind of blade could kill a demon?" asked Sam.
Bobby shrugged. "I have no clue."
"So if we let out the seven deadly sins, what else did we let out?" asked Alex.
The four of them looked at the burning bodies once again, not answering the question.
"Hey, Bobby? We can win this war, can't we?" asked Sam.
Bobby didn't answer, but just looked straight ahead instead.
"See you later, kids."
He walked over to his car and they all watched him pull away.