All Hell Breaks Loose Part 2

Dean sat next to Sam's and Angela's dead bodies.

"Dean?" Bobby asked with a bucket of fried chicken.

"No, thanks." He replied. "I'm fine.

"You should eat something.

"I said I'm fine."

"Dean… I hate to bring this up, I really do." Bobby replied. "But don't you think maybe it's time… we bury Sam and Angela."

"No."

"We could," Bobby sighed. "Maybe…"

"What? Torch their corpses?" Dean asked. "Not yet."

"I want you to come with me."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Dean, please."

"Would you cut me some slack?" Dean asked.

"I just don't think you should be alone, that's all." Bobby replied. "I gotta admit, I could use your help."

Dean snorted.

"Something big is going down, end-of-the world big." Bobby said.

"Well, then let it end!"

"You don't mean that."

"You don't think so? Huh? You don't think I've given enough? You don't think I've paid enough?" Dean asked. "I'm done with it. All of it. And if you know what's good for you, turn around, and get the hell out of here." Dean said. "Go!" he yelled. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please, just go."

"You know where I'll be." Bobby replied.

He turned his back on Dean and left the motel room. Dean took another look at the bodies and a tear fell from his eyes.

~/~\~

Sam and Angela's corpses were lying on a mattress. Dean sat next to them, gloomy. He looked at Sam's corpse.

"You know, when we were little, you couldn't been more than 5, you just started asking questions." Dean said. "How come we didn't have a mom? Why do we always have to move around? Where'd Dad go when he'd take off for days at a time? I remember I begged you, 'Quite asking Sammy. Man, you don't want to know.'" He said. "I just wanted you to be a kid… just for a little while longer. I always tried to protect you… 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… I had one job…" he muttered. "Then Angie came along, and you two hit it off. I knew you'd eventually fall for her Sammy, and ya did. You both fell for each other. So I thought I had to protect her for you." He murmured. "And I screwed it up. I blew it. And for that, I'm sorry." He said. "I guess that's what I do. I let down the people I love. I let Dad down. And now I guess I'm just supposed to let you and Angie down, too. How can I? How am I supposed to live with that? What am I supposed to do? Sammy. God. What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do?!"

~/~\~

The Impala's engine revved. Headlights turned on and Dean drove recklessly. He stopped on a dirt road and inserted several items into a box, including a photo ID of himself. He began to bury the box in the middle of the crossroads. Several seconds passed in silence, as Dean looked right and left.

"Oh come on already. Show your face, you bitch!" he yelled.

Suddenly, a beautiful woman in a black dress appeared.

"Easy sugar, you'll wake the neighbors." She said. "Dean. It's so, so good to see you." She added. "I mean it. Look at you. Gone and got your brother and his girl killed. All alone in the world. It's too sweet." She smirked. "Excuse me, you're gonna have to give me a moment. Sometimes you gotta stop and smell the roses."

"I should send you straight back to hell." Dean growled.

"Oh, you should." She nodded. "But you won't. And I know why."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Following in Daddy's footsteps. You wanna make a deal. Little Sammy and Angie back from the dead, and, let me guess, you're offering up your own soul?"

"There are a hundred other demons who'd love to get their hands on it." He said. "And it's all yours. And all you got to do is bring Sam and Angie back. And give me ten years, ten years, and then you come for me."

"You must be joking." The demon replied.

"That's the same deal you give everybody else."

"You're not everybody else." She said. "Why would I want to give you anything? Keep your gutter soul. It's too tarnished, anyway." She whispered in his ear.

"Nine years."

"No."

"Eight."

"You keep going, I'll keep saying no."

"Okay, five years. Five years, and my bill comes due. That's my last offer, five years or no deal."

She leaned in for a kiss. "Then no deal."

"Fine."

"Fine." She walked away. "Make sure you bury Sam and Angela before they start stinking up the joint."

"Wait." Dean said.

"It's a fire sale, and everything must go." She said softly.

"What do I have to do?" he asked.

"First of all, quit groveling. Needy guys are such a turn off." She replied. She sighed. "Look… look, I shouldn't be doing this. I could get in a lot of trouble. But what can I say? I got a blind spot for you, Dean. You're like a… puppy. You're just too fun to play with." She sighed again. "I'll do it."

"You'll bring them back?"

"I will." She nodded. "And because I'm such a saint, I'll give you one year. And one year only. But here's the thing. If you try to welch or weasel your way out, then the deal is off. Sam and Angela drop dead. They're back to rotten meat in no time. So… it's a better deal than your dad ever got. What do you say?"

Dean grabbed the demon and kissed her to seal the deal.

~/~\~

Sam and Angela's eyes opened wide and they sat up on the mattress, looking around, confused, and breathing heavily. They looked at each other.

"Angie?" Sam breathed in disbelief.

~/~\~

Sam and Angela were standing in front of a mirror. Sam was examining his back with a look of pain and Angela touched her neck. It felt sore. There was a scar from where the knife was stabbed into his spine. There were fingerprint shape bruises on Angela's chin. In the distance a door opened and Dean entered the room.

"Sammy. Angie." Dean said.

"Hey." The both said.

Dean pulled them both into a tight embrace.

"Ow. Uh, Dean…" Sam said.

"Can't breathe." Angela added.

Dean released them. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, guys. I'm just… I'm just happy to see you two up and around, that's all. Come on, sit down."

They all sat down.

Sam glanced at Angela. "Okay. Dean… what happened to us?" he frowned. Angela had died instantly… She shouldn't be alive…

"Well, what do you two remember?" Dean asked.

"I remember Jake coming at me…" Angela whispered. "I was trying to fight him off… then nothing."

"I, I saw you and Bobby, I was carrying Angela's body, and felt this pain. This sharp pain, like… like, white-hot, you know, and then you started running at me, and… that's about it."

"My body?" Angela frowned. "Did… did I- she was cut off.

"Yeah, that, that kid, stabbed you in the back." Dean cut her off and looked at Sam. "You lost a lot of blood. It was pretty touch and go for a while." He said. He looked at Angela. "You uh, you got knocked out." He lied.

Angela frowned slightly.

"But Dean, you can't patch up a wound that bad." Sam replied. "And I saw Angie-

"No, Bobby could." Dean cut him off. "Who was that kid, anyway?"

"His name's Jake." Angela answered. "Did you get him?"

"No, he disappeared into the woods." Dean said.

"We got to find him, Dean. And I swear I'm gonna tear that son of a bitch apart." Sam replied. He stood up, Dean and Angela following suit.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Dean said. "Easy there, guys. You two just woke up, all right? Let's get you two something to eat. Huh? You guys want something to eat?" he asked. Sam and Angela nodded. "I'm starving. Come on." Dean said.

~/~\~

Dean, Sam and Angela were sitting at a table, eating.

"And that's when you guys showed up." Sam said. He had left out the part where Jake snapped Angela's neck.

"That's awful. Poor Andy." Dean replied.

"The demon said he only wanted one of us to walk out alive." Angela commented.

"He told you guys that?"

"Yep." Sam nodded. He scoffed. "Appeared in a dream."

"He tell you two anything else?"

Angela shook her head. "No. No. That was it. Nothing else. You know, what I don't get, Dean, is if the demon only wanted one of us, then how did Jake, Sam and I get away?"

"Well, I mean, they left you two for dead. I'm sure they thought it was over." Dean replied. He ate a large bite of pizza. "So now that Yellow Eyes has Jake, what's he gonna do with him?"

"We don't know." Sam said. "But whatever it is, we gotta stop him."

"Well, hold on. You two need to get your rest. We got time."

"No, we don't." Angela replied.

"Guys, oceans aren't boiling, okay?" Dean said. "Frogs aren't raining from the sky. Let's get you guys your strength back first."

"Well did you call the Roadhouse?" Angela asked. "Do they know anything?"

"Yeah."

"Dean… what is it?" Sam frowned.

Dean sat down. "The Roadhouse burned to the ground. Ash is dead. Probably Ellen, a lot of other hunters, too."

"Demons?" Angela asked.

"Yeah, we think so. We think because Ash found something."

"What did he find?" Sam asked.

"Bobby's working on that right now."

"Well, come on then. Bobby's only a few hours away." Sam began to stand.

Dean stood also and grabbed Sam by the shoulders. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop, Sam, stop. Dammit. You almost died there. I mean, what would I have, you just take care of yourself for a little bit, huh? Just for a little bit?"

"I'm sorry. No."

Angela stood and nodded. "I have to agree with Sam, Dean."

Dean shook his head.

~/~\~

The Impala drove down a road.

~/~\~

A hand knocked on a door. Bobby opened the door and looked at Sam and Angela with astonishment.

"Hey, Bobby." Dean said.

"Hey, Bobby." Sam and Angela said.

"Sam. Angie." Bobby replied. "It's good to see… you two up and around."

"Yeah, well… thanks for patching us up." Sam said.

"Don't mention it." Bobby nodded.

"Well Sam and Angie are better." Dean said. "And we're back in it now, so… what do you know?"

~/~\~

"Well, I found something." Bobby said. "But I'm not sure what the hell it means."

"What is it?" Angela asked curiously.

"Demonic omens… like a frickin' tidal wave." Bobby answered. "Cattle deaths. Lightning storms. They skyrocketed from out of nowhere. Here." He pointed to Wyoming on a map. "All around here, except for one place… southern Wyoming."

"Wyoming?" Dean asked.

"Yeah." Bobby nodded. "That one area's totally clean, spotless. It's almost as if…"

"What?" Sam asked.

"The demons are surrounding it." Bobby replied.

"But you don't know why?" Dean asked.

"No, and by this point my eyes are swimming." Bobby replied. "Sam, Angie, would you take a look at it? Maybe you could catch something I couldn't."

"Yeah, sure." Angela nodded.

"Come on, Dean. I got some more books in the truck. Help me lug 'em in."

"Yeah." Dean said.

~/~\~

Dean and Bobby were walking in the junkyard. Finally, Bobby stopped and turned to face Dean.

"You stupid ass!" Bobby yelled. "What did you do? What did you do?!" he pushed Dean. "You made a deal… For Sam and Angie, didn't you? How long did they give you?"

"Bobby."

"How long?!"

"One year."

"Dammit, Dean." Bobby muttered.

"Which is why we gotta find this yellow-eyed son of a bitch." Dean replied. "That's why I'm gonna kill him myself. I got nothing to lose now, right?"

Bobby grabbed Dean by the collar. "I could throttle you!"

"And send me downstairs ahead of schedule?"

He let go of Dean. "What is it with you Winchesters, huh? You, your dad. You're both just itching to throw yourselves down the pit."

"That's my point. Dad brought me back, Bobby. I'm not even supposed to be here. At least this way, something good could come out of it, you know? It's like my life could mean something."

"What? And it didn't before?! Have you got that low of an opinion of yourself? Are you that screwed in the head?!" he grabbed Dean again.

Dean was choking up. "I couldn't let them die, Bobby. I couldn't. He's my brother and she's one of my best friends."

"How're they gonna feel when they know you're going to hell? How'd you feel when you knew your dad went for you?"

"You can't tell them. You can take a shot at me. Whatever you got to do, but please don't tell them."

Bobby began to cry, grabbing Dean's chin. Suddenly, there was a clank from a distant part of the junkyard. Bobby and Dean crawled to the side of a car, and grabbed the intruder. Once they had her by the shoulders, they recognized her as Ellen.

"Ellen?" Dean asked. She nodded. "Ellen. Oh, God."

~/~\~

Ellen and Bobby were sitting at a table. He poured her a shot of liquid from a flash and pushed it towards her.

"Bobby, is this really necessary?" she asked.

"Just a belt of Holy Water, shouldn't hurt." Bobby shrugged.

She lifted the shot glass to her mouth and swallowed the water. "Whiskey now, if you don't mind."

"Ellen, what happened? How'd you get out?" Dean asked.

"I wasn't supposed to. I was supposed to be in there with everybody else." She replied. She scoffed. "But we ran out of pretzels, off all things. It was just dumb luck." She drank the whiskey Bobby poured for her and exhaled sharply. "Anyway, that's when Ash called. Panic in his voice." She sighed. "He told me to look in the safe. Then the call cut out. By the time I got back, the flames were sky-high. And everybody was dead. I couldn't have been gone more than fifteen minutes."

Angela put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Sorry, Ellen." She murmured.

Ellen was tearing up. "A lot of good people died in there. And I got to live." She scoffed. "Lucky me."

"Ellen, you mentioned a safe." Bobby said.

"A hidden safe we keep in the basement." She nodded.

"Demons get what was in it?" Bobby asked.

"No." she pulled out a map from her pocket, unfolding it and setting it down on the table. It had several black lines and X's on it.

"Wyoming." Dean said. "What does that mean?" Dean asked, pointing to the lines.

~/~\~

Bobby was reading from a large book.

"I don't believe it." He said, setting the book on the table.

"What? You got something?" Sam asked.

"A lot more than that." Bobby nodded. "Each of these X's," he pointed to the marks on the map. "Is an abandoned frontier church, all mid-19th century. And all of them built by Samuel Colt."

"Samuel Colt, the demon-killing, gun making Samuel Colt?" Dean asked.

"Yep." Bobby nodded. "And there's more. He built private railway lines." He pointed to the black lines on the map. "Connecting church to church. It just happened to lay out like this." He connected the points on the map until the shape of a star was made.

"Tell me that's not what I think it is." Dean said.

"It's a devil's trap. A 100-square mile devil's trap." Angela muttered.

"That's brilliant. Iron lines demons can't cross." Dean said.

"I've never heard of anything that massive." Ellen added.

"No one has." Bobby replied.

"And after all these years none of these lines are broken?" Dean asked. "I mean, it still works?"

"Definitely." Sam nodded.

"How do you know?" Dean asked.

"All those omens Bobby found." Angela said. "I mean the demons, they must be circling and they can't get in."

"Yeah, well… they're trying." Bobby said.

"Why? What's inside?" Ellen asked.

"That's what I've been looking for. And, uh, there's nothing except an old cowboy cemetery right in the middle." Dean replied.

"Well what's so important about a cemetery or… what's Colt trying to protect?" Sam asked.

"Well, unless…" Dean said.

"Unless what?" Bobby asked.

"What if Colt wasn't trying to keep the demons out?" Dean asked. "What if he was trying to keep something in?"

Angela looked at Dean. "That's brilliant, Dean."

"Well that's a comforting thought." Ellen muttered.

Dean smiled at Angela slightly. "Thanks." He replied. He looked at Ellen. "Yeah, you think?"

"Could they do it, Bobby? Could they get inside?" Sam asked.

"This thing's so powerful, you'd practically need an A-bomb to destroy it." Bobby said. "No way a full-blood demon gets across."

"No." Angels muttered. She paused and looked at Sam. "But we know who could."

~/~\~

It was nighttime. A cemetery gate opened and Jake entered, walking towards a crypt. Dean was standing behind a large tomb, gun in hand.

"Howdy, Jake." Sam said.

"Good to see ya." Angela added.

Sam, Angela, Bobby and Ellen appeared from the shadows, guns raised.

"Wait… you two were dead. I killed you two." Jake replied. "You saw Angela die, Sam."

Angela frowned. "What?" she asked. She looked at Sam. "What?" she repeated.

Sam glanced at her, then looked back at Jake. "Yeah? Well next time, finish the job."

"I did! I cut through your spinal cord, man. I snapped Angela's neck!" Jake replied. Sam and Angela glanced at Dean. "You two can't be alive. You two can't be."

"Okay, just take it real easy there, son." Bobby said.

"And if I don't?"

"Wait and see." Angela and Sam said.

"What, you two are all tough all of a sudden? What are you gonna do, kill me?"

"It's a thought." Angela said.

"You two had your chance. You couldn't."

"We won't make that mistake twice." Sam replied.

Jake began to laugh.

"What are you smiling at, you little bitch?" Dean asked.

"Hey lady, do me a favor." Jake said to Ellen. "Put that gun to your head." He added. She pointed her gun to her temple. "See that Ava girl was right. Once you give into it, there's all sorts of new Jedi mind tricks you can learn."

"Let her go." Sam said.

"Shoot him." Ellen's voice trembled.

"You'll be mopping up her skull before you get a shot off." He said. He paused. "Everybody, put your guns down. Except for you, sweetheart." Four guns dropped. "Okay. Thank you."

Jake turned around and pulled the Colt out of his pocket. While he was inserting it into the crypt, Dean and Bobby grabbed Ellen before she could shoot herself just as Sam shot Jake twice in the back, and Angela shot him twice more. Jake fell onto the ground, and Sam positioned himself in front of him. Angela walked over to Ellen, wrapping a comforting arm around her.

"Please… don't. Please." Jake gasped.

Sam shot Jake three more times in the chest. The five watched as two separate engravings on the crypt spun in different directions, then stopped.

"Oh, no." Bobby said.

"Bobby, what is it?" Ellen asked.

"It's hell." Bobby said.

Dean pulled the Colt from the crypt.

"Take cover, now!" Bobby yelled.

All five ran behind the tombstones as the doors of the crypt burst open. A large black mass erupted from the other side and shot outward. The demons breached the devil's trap and escaped.

"What the hell just happened?!" Dean yelled.

"That's a devil's gate. A damn door to hell." Ellen said.

The railway was bent in two and pair of legs crossed.

"Come on! We gotta shut that gate!" Ellen yelled.

Dean checked the Colt for bullets.

"If the demon gave this to Jake… the maybe…" Dean said.

Thunder crashed and the Yellow-Eyed Demon appeared behind Dean. He flung the Colt out of Dean's hands and into his own.

"A boy shouldn't play with Daddy's guns." He said. He threw Dean into the air, where Dean hit his head on a tombstone.

"Dean!" Sam and Angela yelled.

Sam let go of the gate door and Angela pulled away from Ellen. They ran to Dean.

The Yellow-Eyed Demon threw Sam against a tree and threw Angela against a large tombstone.

"I'll get to you two in a minute, guys. But I'm proud of you two, know you two had it in you." He said. He paralyzed Dean. "Sit a spell. So, Dean… I got to thank you. You see, demons can't resurrect people unless a deal is made. I know, red tape, it'll make you nuts. But thanks to you, Sammy and Angie are back in rotation." He laughed. "Now, I wasn't counting on that, but I'm glad. Now I just have to pit them against each other. I like Sam better than Jake, anyhow. Tell me, have you ever heard the expression, 'If a deal sounds too good to be true, it probably is'?"

"You call that deal good?" Dean asked.

"Well, it's a better shake than your dad ever got. And you never wondered why? I'm surprised at you. I mean… you saw what your brother and Angie did to Jake, right? That was pretty cold, wasn't it?" he chuckled. "How certain are you that what you brought back, is 100% Sam and Angela?" he laughed. "You of all people should know, that what's dead, should stay dead. Anyway… thanks a bunch. I knew I kept you alive for some reason. Until now, anyway. I couldn't have done it without your pathetic, self-loathing, self-destructive desire to sacrifice yourself for your family and friends."

As the Yellow-Eyed Demon cocked the Colt, John Winchester grabbed the demon from behind. The body the demon possessed fell to the ground, the gun still in hand, while John and the Yellow-Eyed Demon wrestled. The demon pushed him to the ground and entered the body once more. When he stood up, Dean shot him with the Colt. The demon then fell to the ground, dead.

Bobby and Ellen closed the gate doors and turned to see John. The father put his hand on Dean's shoulder, both were crying, while Sam on the other side, gave his father a nod. Angela nodded to John too. With another look at Dean, John stepped back and disappeared.

~/~\~

Dean, Sam and Angela were standing over the demon's smoking body, astonished.

"Well, check that off the to-do list." Dean said.

"You did it." Angela said.

"I didn't do it alone."

"Do you think Dad really… do you think he really climbed outta hell?" Sam asked Dean.

"The door was open. If anyone's stubborn enough to do it… it would be him."

"Where do you think he is now?" Sam asked.

"I don't know."

"I kind of can't believe it, Dean. I mean… our whole lives, everything… has been prepping for this, and now I…" Sam chuckled. "I kind of don't know what to say."

"I do." Dean said. He leaned closer to the body. "That was for our mom, and Angela's mom… you son of a bitch."

~/~\~

Sam, Angela and Dean walked towards the Impala.

"You know, when Jake saw me and Sam… it was like he saw two ghosts." Angela said. She scoffed. "I mean, hell, you heard him, Dean. He said he killed me and Sam. Hell, he said Sam saw him kill me."

Sam frowned. He had… He had carried her lifeless body.

"I'm glad he was wrong." Dean said.

"I don't think he was, Dean. I mean… I carried Angela's lifeless body." Sam replied. "What happened… after I was stabbed and Angela was dead?"

Angela looked at Sam, frowning. "You saw me die?" she whispered.

Sam nodded. "Yeah…" he muttered.

"I already told you two." Dean said.

"Not everything, apparently." Angela replied.

"Sam, Angie, we just killed the demon. Can we celebrate?"

"Did we die?" Angela asked.

"Oh, come on." Dean said.

"Did you sell your soul for us, like Dad did for you?" Sam asked.

"Oh, come on! No!" Dean exclaimed.

"Tell us the truth." Angela replied. Dean sniffled. "Dean, tell us the truth."

"Sam… Angie…" Dean said. He chuckled.

"How long do you get?" Sam asked, his voice breaking.

"One year. I got one year."

"You shouldn't have done that." Angela replied. "How could you do that?"

"Don't you two get man at me. Don't you do that. I had to." Dean replied. "I had to look out for you two. That's my job."

"And what do you think our job is?" Sam asked.

"What?" Dean asked.

"You've saved my life over and over. You've saved Angela a few times too." Sam replied. "I mean, you sacrificed everything for me and Angie. Don't you think we'd do the same for you? You're my big brother. Angie considers you to be family. There's nothing we wouldn't do for you. And we don't care what it takes, we're gonna get you out of this. Guess we gotta save your ass for a change."

Angela smiled softly. "It's true Dean. You're family to me, you are. I'd do anything for you." She whispered. She hugged him quickly. "Anything." She assured him.

"Yeah." Dean replied.

Ellen approached. "Well… Yellow-Eyed Demon might be dead. But a lot more got through that gate."

"How many, you think?" Dean asked.

"Hundred." Sam said. "Maybe two hundred. It's an army. He's unleashed an army."

"Hope to hell you three are ready." Bobby said. "'Cause the war has just begun."

"Well, then." Dean replied.

Sam, Angela and Dean opened the Impala's trunk. Dean threw the Colt inside and closed it.

"We got work to do." Dean said.

A/N: Here it is, the last chapter of TToL! I can't believe it's over already! I really hope y'all enjoyed it. And I hope you all will continue reading the saga. And here's the big reveal... the title of the next installment is... 'A Time to Love'! I'll post the first chapter the week of February 10th, (maybe earlier if I'm far enough in the editing process).

Anyway, please, please review! It is much appreciated. Love you guys! :)

~Emily