A/N: SORRY X10000 FOR ABANDONING THIS FIC FOR LIKE 6 MONTHS, I'VE BEEN WORKING A LOT LATELY AND I'VE HAD A LOT OF SHIT GOING ON. Without further ado, here's the season 2 finale! LOTS OF LOVE TO ALL YOU LOVELY PEOPLE WHO ARE STILL READING THIS, I LOVE YOU ALL!

Chapter 18: Hell Breaks Loose

Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man

Though my mind could think I still was a mad man

I hear the voices when I'm dreaming

I can hear them say

Mia leaned her head against the bedroom door and allowed herself to slide down it until she was sitting on the ground with her back and head to the door. The noises inside continued as she drew her knees up to her chin and wrapped her arms around her legs. The girl was still shaking with sobs, her entire body spasmed. She knew exactly whose angry voices she was hearing and it broke her heart almost as much as what lay behind the bedroom door she was leaning up against.

"Something big is going on, end of the world big," came Bobby's voice muffled through the door.

"THEN LET IT END" Dean roared back.

Every shout was like a nail being hammered into her head, the sharp realization of Sam's death was still sinking in... It was horrible, but true; she'd seen it with her own eyes.

She recalled a few days ago when Dean had pulled over at an off-highway diner so Sam could grab takeout for them. What Dean didn't realize at the time was that he had just sent his brother to his imminent doom. Sam was kidnapped by the yellow-eyed demon and whisked away to Cold Oak, South Dakota.

There he met the rest of the 'special children' that had been touched by the demon, like him. Including Sam's friends Ava and Andy as well as new people like Jake-a marine soldier with super strength, and Lily, a girl with powers to stop a person's heart if she touched them. It turned into a game of survivor where the last one standing becomes the leader of the yellow-eyed demon's army. As Sam had good leadership and hunting skills, he was the demon's favorite but when demons attacked, Ava, Lily, and Andy were killed, but not before Andy, in his last moments, used his newly developed powers to send Dean a telepathic image of their location.

Dean and Mia, who had gone to the Roadhouse hoping Ash could help them find the location, arrived to find the building in shambles and the bones of Ash as well as a few other bar patrons. Ellen seemed to have survived as she was nowhere to be found. With Bobby's help, Dean and Mia were able to find the abandoned town and made it just in time to see Sam and Jake fighting it out.

Sam delivered what he believed to be the final knock-out punch and excitedly ran down the road to his brother and friends but before any of them could warn him, Jake appeared out of nowhere and shoved a knife into Sam's back. Dean and Mia cried out in anguish as they rushed to catch him. Bobby sprinted after Jake, intent on killing the bastard but he got away.

Even now Mia felt tears prickle in the corners of her eyes as she remembered Sam going limp in her arms while Dean sobbingly pleaded for him to live.

"I'm gonna take care of you. I've got you. That's my job right?" Dean had sobbed as he tried to shake Sam, "Watch out for my pain-in-the-ass-brother… Sammy please, don't go."

The door slowly moved behind Mia and she stood to get out of the way. Bobby exited looking exhausted and upset.

"There's no talking to him," He sighed, shaking his head. "He's never going to let Sam go."

Mia glanced down sadly and Bobby put a hand on her cheek to wipe away a stray tear. "I know it's hard Mia, but things will get better."

She smiled through her tears and he gave her a half-smile back before taking off to let her grieve in peace. She curled up against the door again and recalled another time she'd felt this type of grief. She was suddenly six years old again and hiding under her kitchen table.

The little girl stared at the snowflake pattern on the edges of the tablecloth which hid her from the rest of the world. She listened to the cop's soothing tone and her mother's incessant sobs. They left little to no impact on her as she viewed it only as white noise in the background of her horrible nightmare.

Her father was dead… No more would they have tea parties, sing and play guitar together, or make snowmen in the backyard. She'd lost her best friend in the whole world and no matter where she looked, she'd never find him again.

"Mia?" A kind voice called out to her, lifting the edge of the tablecloth.

Amelia didn't make any attempt to move, she remained curled up with her chin resting on her knees.

Her mother's face came into view. There were tear stains on her cheeks and her eyes were extremely red and puffy from crying. She looked so tired and sad.

"Come out, baby girl. Mommy needs you," Jane whispered soothingly as she reached out her hand to her little girl.

Amelia hesitantly took it and crawled out from her little hiding spot. She remembered how it felt as though her heart had been ripped out, but her mother scooped her up into her arms and held her close. The warmth radiating from her mother helped her feel a bit more at peace but even so, she sobbed into her shoulder.

The helpless feeling Mia had when she was only six had returned as well as the feeling that she'd lost one of the best friend's she'd ever had. Losing Sam hurt even more than losing Cleo, and almost as much as losing her father and mother.

The sound of Dean's pacing in the other room suddenly stopped. Mia held her breath in anticipation, wondering if he was going to come out of the room. He'd spent almost a whole day in there with his dead brother. Mia suddenly shifted away from the door as it flew open to reveal a miserable-looking Dean. He wiped stray tears from his eyes.

Mia stood but was unsure of what to say. Their nonverbal communication consisted of sorrowful eye contact and trembling upper lips.

"I'm-, Dean finally choked out, "I'm gonna go for a drive. I need some time to…"

He never finished his sentence and instead took off down the stairs as though the devil himself was on his heels. Mia wondered if Dean was going for one of his famous 'donut drives'. She and Sam used to make fun of him because whenever he got upset he'd vanish for a couple of hours and return with a half-eaten box of donuts. The memory brought more tears to her eyes as she realized she and Sam would never get to make fun of Dean together ever again.

Mia glanced through the open doorway where she could catch a glimpse of Sam's body. It was so strange to her; she'd been around dead bodies before but she'd never been close to the person when they were alive. When her father died, her mother refused to take her to the funeral because she was too young and she wanted Mia's last memory of him to be from when he was alive. As for her mother's funeral, Mia had run away before she had a chance to say her goodbyes and Cleo's funeral was closed-casket.

Mia slowly stepped into the room, her heart hammered in her chest as she took in the sight of her best friend; dead. So many things circled her mind but the first thing she could think was how peaceful Sam looked. She'd seen him sleep and knew he was plagued with nightmares, so to see him lying so still on the bed confused her.

She slowly approached him. It was times like these in movies and shows where people said their final goodbyes but Mia couldn't think of a single word that could express the feelings of grief and love she felt for her friend. Sam had been her rock, her best friend, her teacher, her personal helper. He'd always been there for her, whether it was something as small and ridiculous as asking him how to reload a gun or something big like listening patiently as she told him about how much she missed Cleo and thought that Dean would never warm up to her.

Her tears began to blur her vision, and she wiped them away. Mia cleared her throat and leaned over Sam's body.

"I don't know if you're a ghost or something right now, floating in the room, watching me and hearing what I'm saying but I'm gonna say this anyways," She began slowly, "you are my best friend. You found me at a very difficult time in my life and you gave it purpose. You gave me a reason to feel like I belonged somewhere and these past few months with you and Dean have been wonderful. I guess all I'm really trying to say is…"

She grabbed his lifeless hand in hers and choked back a sob, "Thanks for the adventure, Sammy."

She then let him go and tore her eyes away from his form. As she dragged herself away from him she suddenly thought about John. She wondered if he'd been around he might have been able to do something to save his son, or bring him back or-

Mia froze. It was then that she realized exactly what John Winchester would have done, and now she had to do it herself.

In a whirlwind, she sprinted down the stairs and grabbed the keys to Bobby's car. She gunned the engine and drove along the dirt-paved roads until she came across a four-way crossroads. Once there she pulled the car to the shoulder of the road, got the necessary ingredients together, dug a hole in the center of the crossroads, and waited.

Two minutes passed until an attractive-looking man appeared on one side of the crossroads.

"Looking to make a deal?" He asked playfully as he approached her.

Mia stared at him in determination. "I am."

The man smirked, "Let me guess… You're pretty, so it can't be good looks, maybe some brains? Or ooh, maybe you're in love with someone you can't have? Or-"

Sick of his games Mia interrupted. "I've come to make a deal for the soul of Sam Winchester. Bring him back and you can have mine instead."

The demon sighed, "So it is for love, terribly predictable."

Mia rolled her eyes at the demon's insinuations. "Do we have a deal or not?"

He stroked his stubbled chin thoughtfully. "Sam Winchester... You know, he's killed a lot of friends of mine. I just don't think ten years seems fair. How about… 8?"

The brunette frowned. This wasn't fair. Then again, demons weren't really known for being fair.

"7," The demon continued, "make up your mind soon or I'm going to keep going down"

"Fine!" Mia exclaimed.

The demon approached her until their faces were inches apart. "You know I picked this host because I knew it would be appealing to you, rugged has always been your type."

"Let's just get this over with," Mia sighed in irritation.

He smiled and leaned closer but then pulled away as though he'd been shocked.

"I can't make this deal with you," he told her in a more serious tone.

Mia cocked her head at him in confusion. "What? Why?"

"Because someone else has already made this deal," the demon explained regretfully.

She furrowed her brow. "Who could have-" but then the answer appeared in her head. She knew exactly who would do something like this.

"Sure you don't want to make any more deals while I'm here?" the demon called as she grabbed her box and ran to the car. "I could give you the curves you've always wanted."

"Go back to hell," she muttered under her breath as she climbed into the car and headed back to Bobby's.

When she arrived she saw Sam, alive and walking back into the house as Bobby and Dean talked in the driveway. Mia gunned the engine furiously as though she was going to drive over Dean but stopped a few feet away.

"What the fuck did you do!?" She yelled as she slammed the car door shut behind her and ran up to Dean.

"Easy, easy," Dean said putting his hands up, "you're the one trying to run innocent people over."

Mia wasn't swayed. "You made a deal, didn't you? The same one your dad made to save you. You sold your soul to a demon to bring Sam back!"

Bobby, who'd already gotten Dean to confess, sighed.

"There wasn't any other choice," Dean replied.

"How many years did you get?" she asked softly.

"One year."

"One year?!" Mia exclaimed as she smacked his shoulder beratingly.

Dean clutched his shoulder. "OW! Less than a year if you keep doing that."

"How could you!? You were so upset when you found out what your father did, how do you think Sam is gonna feel when he finds out?"

"Why are you so angry?" Dean demanded, ignoring her question.

Mia choked. She didn't know what to say. That she wanted to be the one to sacrifice herself because she didn't want Sam or Dean to ever have to live without the other? That she didn't want them to go through the pain of losing another family member again? Right then, she wasn't sure whether she wanted to cry or scream at Dean. She knew she wasn't mad at him, not really, she was upset about losing her friend more than anything. After the pain of losing Sam, she never wanted to feel that way again but it seemed as though all the grief and sorrow she'd felt earlier for him had been transferred to Dean.

She clenched her fists tightly to keep herself from falling apart in front of Dean and Bobby. They didn't need to see her break down and cry again, not after Sam was just resurrected, no matter what deals Dean has made, it doesn't take away from the fact that Sam is alive.

"I'm gonna go see Sam," Mia mumbled as she walked away slowly.

The brunette walked into the house and saw Sam standing in the kitchen making himself a sandwich. Her heart burst as she remembered the horrible feeling of seeing her friend lying lifeless on a bed. Now seeing him alive and moving around was a miracle to her.

"Sam!" She exclaimed happily as she sprinted over to her best friend and wrapped her arms around him in a tight bear hug.

Sam, who was surprised by Mia's enthusiasm, smiled and hugged her back. "Hey, uh, did you want anything to eat?"

"Uh, no thanks. But hey, how are you feeling?"

"Much better," Sam grinned but then his face fell, "Dean said it was touch and go for a while there but he won't say anything else about it. How bad was I?"

Mia twisted her pendant anxiously. She didn't want to lie to Sam about his dying but at the same time, she didn't want to betray Dean.

"Umm, well you were pretty bad. I mean, there was a point where we'd lost hope that you were gonna get better," She told him, twisting the truth a little.

The boy's eyes widened. "Oh boy, well I feel a lot better now so at least there's that."

Mia continued to tug on her necklace anxiously and Sam reached out and put his hand on her shoulder to steady her. She flinched remembering that just hours ago she'd clutched that very cold, limp, hand and sobbed.

"I know you must be worried sick about me, but I feel fine. Honestly. Everything is gonna be okay," Sam reassured her.

Mia gave him a weak smile that seemed more like a grimace before he turned his attention back to his sandwich. She slowly walked out of the room and took deep breaths to keep herself from falling apart again. She then collapsed on Bobby's couch and passed out, emotionally and physically exhausted.

When Mia awoke, she felt a gentle hand stroking her head. Her brain immediately went to her mother, although she'd been dead for the past 5 years.

"Mom?" She asked softly as she rose her head from the couch cushion.

Instead of her mother, she recognized the kind figure of Ellen Harvelle gazing down at her.

"Ellen!" Mia exclaimed as she came to her senses, "You're alive!"

Ellen smiled as Mia threw her arms around her. She hugged her tightly.

"Yep, sweetheart. Couldn't leave without saying goodbye to you, now could I?," She joked for Mia's benefit.

"What happened?"

"I don't know," Ellen replied sadly, her expression changed from happy to sorrowful. "I was out getting pretzels of all things, and Ash called me in a panic saying that I had to grab the map that was in the safe and bring it to the Winchesters, and before I got back the whole place had gone up in flames."

She looked away from Mia for a moment. "A lot of good people died in that fire, a lot of people and here I am. I should've been there with them."

Mia put a comforting hand on Ellen's arm. "You can't say that. You deserve to live as much as anyone. It isn't your fault this happened and honestly, I'm very grateful you're alive, I'm sure Jo is too."

Ellen smiled weakly at her. "Thanks, honey. That means a lot."

"Good you're awake," Dean called as he walked into the living room. "We've got a lead."

"A lead on what?"

"Bobby found some stuff. There are lightning storms, dead cattle, strange weather reports- all the signs for the yellow-eyed demon- coming from around an area in South Wyoming. But the area itself is clean. We think that demons have surrounded the area and are looking for a way to get in."

Mia frowned. "So we're still after the demon? Don't get me wrong, I'm all for getting the bastard but don't you want to give Sam some time to rest? I mean, we almost-"

She stopped herself when she saw Dean's fearful expression and just before Sam walked into the room, having overheard the conversation.

"I don't need a break. I told you, I'm completely better, and what would make me feel even better would be finding the yellow-eyed demon and Jake before anything drastic happens. He wanted to start a war with Jake as the leader, something's gonna happen, something big."

Bobby entered the room with the map Ellen had given him to look at. "I've figured it out," he began, "these 5 X's on the map are abandoned frontier churches and they were built by Samuel Colt himself."

"As in the guy who made the Colt, Samuel Colt?" Mia questioned.

Bobby nodded, "The very same. Not only that but he designed a railway system connecting them. And it looked something like this."

He drew lines with a marker on the map, making it into a pentagram shape.

"It's a Devil's Trap," Dean exclaimed in surprise.

Ellen nodded, "That explains why the demons haven't been able to get in. The tracks must be made of solid iron."

Mia stood up from the couch to get a closer look at the map.

"What could possibly be there?" Sam questioned.

"Something the demon wants to get his hands on," Bobby answered.

"Like what, the key to Satan's bedroom?" Mia joked trying to lighten the mood.

Nobody laughed.

"Maybe it's not so much keeping demons out so much as keeping something in," Dean wondered aloud.

"But what could possibly need that much protection? The spot where the lines converge is just some old cowboy cemetery" Sam added.

"Guess we're gonna find out," Bobby announced. "Pack your bags, kids, we're going to Wyoming."

The five of them hit the road. Ellen and Bobby were in his truck while Dean, Sam, and Mia rode in the Impala. On the ride there Sam told Mia about the demon's plans of raising an army led by one of the special children. He also expressed his burning desire to take revenge on Jake for killing him. Mia found his vengeance well-deserved but also frighteningly out of character.

When they finally arrived they ran to the old cemetery. Luckily, no one was there yet. They loaded their guns and hid behind some of the tombstones near the mausoleum.

Mia, who was positioned beside Dean. Refused to speak to him despite his attempts at making conversation.

"Okay, seriously? I'm the one who's going to Hell, why are you so mad at me?" Dean finally asked.

She turned to face him, her blue eyes bright with determination. "Because you're an idiot. How could you think of sacrificing yourself like that? Sam is going to hate you when he finds out what you did, just like you hated your father for doing the same thing to you."

Dean grimaced. "I couldn't just let him die, he's my brother. At least now my life will mean something."

"And it didn't before?! What kind of world are you living in? How can you have such a low opinion of yourself when all you've ever done is save people? Your entire life has had meaning Dean but you're so focused on hating yourself to even notice. How many monsters have you killed, saving millions? Plus you practically raised Sam on your own. How can you stand here and tell me your life doesn't matter?"

"I don't matter," Dean replied in a defeated tone, as though he was fighting back tears.

Mia grabbed his face. "Listen to me and listen to me well, you dumbass. You matter to me. You matter to Sam. You matter to your father who loved you so much he sacrificed himself just to give you life. You mattered to your mother who I'm sure absolutely adored you. You matter to Bobby who cried when you told him you only had a year left. You matter to Ellen, Jo, and every family you've ever saved. And speaking as one of the people you've saved, you can trust me."

Dean couldn't help but smile at how intensely Mia wanted him to believe her. Sometimes she was the most stubbornly irritating ball of positive sunshine, but that was one of the reasons he considered her to be his friend.

"You know what, assuming we survive this, I promise I'm going to make this last year of your life the greatest one ever," Mia assured him.

Dean just laughed.

"I'm serious! Get your bucket list ready because we're going to check everything off," She told him with a devious smile.

Dean stopped laughing and was unsure whether to be terrified or flattered by her words.

Sam walked over to them. "Bobby says, and I quote 'You idjits need to shut up or you're gonna get us killed'."

"Grumpy, old man," Dean shook his head fondly.

"Sam, how is the demon supposed to get in here?" Mia questioned.

"He's gonna use Jake to come in and then probably break the barrier so he can come through," He explained.

Suddenly they heard a sound and froze. Jake was approaching the cemetery and in his hands was the Colt. They waited for Bobby's signal before bursting out behind the tombstones and cornering him with their guns.

"Sam!" Jake exclaimed in shock as though he'd seen a ghost. "I killed you!"

"Nope, I'm not that easy to kill," Sam told him with a furious look.

Jake stared at him in disbelief. "Sam, I'm a trained killer. I stabbed you in the back, I aimed for your heart, you should be dead right now."

"Guess you're not as good of a soldier as you think you are, then," Dean snapped.

Jake turned to him. "Why don't you put your guns down, tough guy?"

"No chance," Mia told him, leaning her gun toward his face.

Jake chuckled, "Very brave."

He then turned to Ellen. "Sweetheart, can you do me a favor? Put that gun to your head."

Ellen's face turned to panic as she felt her hand obeying his command. Her hand shook with fear.

"I'll make her blow herself to kingdom come if any of you come any closer," Jake told them seriously. "Now put down your guns."

Reluctantly, the four of them withdrew their guns.

"Much better," Jake replied before he turned his attention to the mausoleum doors. There was a keyhole the perfect size for the Colt to fit inside. He turned the gun and his attention was diverted. Dean and Bobby ran at Ellen and pulled the gun from her head. It went off in the air, just as Mia reached around Jake's turned back and pulled the Colt out of the lock. Sam began firing rounds into Jake as he fell onto the ground.

He lay, bleeding in front of Sam who glared down at him remorselessly.

"P-p-please," He begged Sam.

There was no mercy in Sam's eyes as he fired three bullets into Jake's head. He could've fired more but Mia had squeezed his arm, silently pleading for him to stop.

Dean and Bobby stared at Sam in disbelief. Sam was always the good one, the one who had morals and principles about killing people. The fact that he'd shot his killer multiple times without a single twinge of regret was odd. But the mausoleum doors had been opened and the five hunters now needed to move fast.

"What's happening?!" Ellen exclaimed fearfully as what felt like a shockwave rippled through the air.

Mia stared through the open doors into the depths of the earth. "I think this might be the gates to Hell, but I could be wrong," She informed them.

Suddenly various shapes of beings began escaping through the open doors. It seemed like outlines of human beings that had been sent to Hell, were running free.

"We have to shut the doors before any more get out!" Bobby yelled over the lightning wind storm that had begun.

He, Mia, and Sam grabbed one door while Ellen and Dean held the other. Both groups pushed on the doors as hard as they could but whatever was keeping it open was stronger than the lot of them.

It turned out that the force stronger than all of them was that of Azazel, the yellow-eyed demon, who was now able to enter the cemetery as the iron railroads had been broken during the shockwave. He grinned in his human shell at Sam, glad to see him alive again.

Dean spotted him out of the corner of his eye and grabbed the Colt. He went straight for Azazel but the demon was quicker, he threw Dean into a nearby tombstone and pinned him to the front of it.

Sam noticed the flurry of movement and ran to save his brother, just as Azazel took the Colt from Dean. Sam ran towards them but Azazel pinned him to a tree before he could do anything further.

Mia hadn't noticed what was going on as she had been putting all of her energy into pushing the gates shut. Although, to her frustration, she could still see figures escaping from Hell. By the time she finally noticed what the demon was doing, he had the Colt aimed at Dean's head.

She let go of the gate and sprinted to help Dean but froze when she saw the familiar outline of a figure slowly creeping toward the demon. The outline of…

"John!" Mia cried out in surprise when she saw Winchesters' father appear behind Azazel.

The yellow-eyed demon's attention was diverted from Dean and when he saw Mia, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Incantrix," He whispered in awe of her.

Mia stared at him in disbelief. What the hell had he called her?

John used Mia's distraction to tackle the demon from behind and squeezed the demon's form out of its human vessel. The body the demon was possessing fell to the ground, along with the Colt. Dean quickly picked it up from the ground as the demon forced itself back into its human shell, knocking John back in the process.

By the time the demon had resumed its position, Dean had the Colt aimed at his heart and pulled the trigger. In a matter of seconds, the demon that Dean, Sam, and John had been tracking for most of their lives and vowed to destroy 23 years ago was nothing more than a smoking body. Azazel was finally dead and the spirit of Jessica Moore, Mary Winchester as well as all the mothers and 'special children' the demon had murdered, could rest in peace.

Bobby and Ellen forced the doors to Hell shut, and it locked itself tight. Meanwhile, John, who had stuck around, beamed proudly at Dean and put a steadying hand on his shoulder. Without words, he seemed to be saying "I'm proud of you Dean, you did it." Dean teared up to see his hero looking at him with such pride and admiration in his eyes. Sam stepped closer to the figure of his father, John smiled proudly at Sam too, and the two of them nodded at each other. John finally glanced over to Mia who had been paralyzed in shock when she first recognized the phantom Winchester. He winked at her as though the two of them were a part of some grand inside joke, and then vanished into white vapor which, slowly rose into the sky. Mia watched him go and wondered to herself if this meant that John was free of his bond; free to finally join his wife in heaven.

"So, what do we do now?" Dean turned to his brother.

Sam gazed back at him in a mixture of disbelief and awe as he continued to process the fact that the demon was finally dead, and Jess and his mother had been avenged.

"Tacos," Mia answered after a while, "we're getting tacos for dinner."

After packing everything up in a haze of excitement and relief, Sam finally decided to bring up a topic Dean had been dreading.

"You want to tell me what really happened to me? I mean, when Jake saw me he looked like he'd seen a ghost. He's convinced he killed me."

Dean shrugged nonchalantly as he tossed his bag into the trunk. "Good thing for us he didn't."

"Dean," Sam began in a lecturing tone, "what did you do?"

Dean took a deep breath, "We just killed the demon we've been tracking since you were six months old. We should be celebrating, not worrying about stupid shit like-"

"Did I die?" Sam interrupted firmly.

Dean looked away.

"Did you sell your soul for me like Dad did for you?"

Dean hesitated and Sam glared at him.

"Oh come on! No!" Dean lied quickly.

Sam glanced over at Mia who had been eavesdropping as she pretended to dust off her necklace before clasping it back around her neck. It had fallen during the scuffle to close the gates but had luckily been recovered.

"Mia, did you know about this?" Sam questioned.

The young hunter looked up nervously. She saw Dean shaking his head out of the corner of her eye but Sam's puppy-dog stare bore into her soul and she couldn't help it.

"I'm sorry Dean, but you were gonna have to tell him sooner or later," She sighed in defeat. "Sam you were dead for a day, and Dean sold his soul for you."

"Mia!" Dean groaned in exasperation. He knew deep down she was right, but now he wanted to be mad so he was furious.

Sam choked back tears as he turned back to his brother. "How long did they give you?"

"A year."

Sam nodded with tears in his eyes. "How could you do that?! You knew how upset you felt when Dad did it for you, how could you do this to me?"

"Don't you get mad at me too, please don't," Dean said in a desperate and exhausted tone. "You're my little brother, it's my job to look after you. I had no choice."

"Oh yeah," Sam countered miserably, "and what's my job? You're my big brother, Dean. I've looked up to you all my life and you've saved me more times than I can count. Don't you think I want to protect you too?"

Dean said nothing as Sam's words sunk in.

"Well boys, it looks like we've got a lot to do," Ellen said as she walked over to them with Bobby.

Mia frowned. "What do you mean?"

"A lot of demons were released from those gates, I'm guessing about a hundred, at least. A whole army, and we've got to take every one of those bastards down," Bobby answered.

Dean nodded and tossed their supplies into the trunk. He then turned to Sam and Mia and flashed them a familiar smirk. "C'mon guys, we've got work to do."

He slammed the trunk closed.

Next Chapter: The Winchesters and Mia meet the seven deadly demons, meanwhile Mia attempts to give Dean the best year ever.