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Episode: Season 2 Episode 22

Part: 1

Key:

(M/n) = Male Name

(L/n) =Last Name

(D/n) = Demon Name

(N/n) = Nickname

WARNING: Death, swearing, boy x boy, some triggering stuff. This is Supernatural, everything happen in this show/fandom

Enjoy~

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The boys were at an old cabin. Dean was standing near Sam's body, looking at him.

Bobby and (M/n) came in. Bobby was holding a bucket of fried chicken. "Dean? Brought you this back."

"No, thanks. I'm fine."

"You should eat something." (M/n) said, worried.

"I said I'm fine." Dean took a swig form a bottle of whiskey.

"Dean...I hate to bring this up, I really do. But don't you think maybe it's time....We bury Sam?"

"No."

"We could." Bobby sighed. "Maybe...."

"What? Torch his corpse? Not yet." Dean said, calmly.

"I want you to come with us."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Dean, please."

"Would you cut me some slack?"

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

Dean snorted.

"Something big id going down...End of the world big."

"Then let it end!" Dean yelled, making (M/n) jump.

"You don't mean that."

The Winchester got up and stood in the man's face. "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. And if you know what's good for you, you'd turn around, and get the hell out of here."

Bobby just stood there, shaking his head. Dean then shoved him. "Go!" He paused, seeing the tears almost welling in his eyes. Dean's face lightened up. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please, just go."

Bobby turned around. "You know where I'll be. COme on, (M/n)" And he left.

(M/n) stood there for a bit.

"(M/n)....Please....stay...." Dean begged.

"I don't thinik that would be a good idea right now, Dean." The boy turned around and left, leaving the male with his brother. Tears began to fall from Dean's eyes.

~Later~

(M/n) found himself found himself in the woods at night. The Yellow Eyed Demon standing infront of him.

"Howdy, (N/n)."

"You made me do things...Horrible things." The boy spat.

" Well....I knew it was gonna happen sooner or later,so I gave you a push, and I know Lucifer wont like it. But you are the last man standing."

"Go to hell."

"Benn there. Done that...You have too." Yellow eyes chuckled.

"Everything you put me through....dragging me into something I didn't have to get involved with....Killing those people!"

"All part of the beauty pagent. I needed the strongest. And you just so happen to be one of the last Knights of Hell, which makes it perfect."

"No. I'm not doing that again."

"I know you want Lucifer back, to be in his loving strong arms again. I can help you get him back, (D/n)."

The boy looked at the ring on his finger, the one Dean gave him. "What do you want me to do?"

Yellow eyes smirked.

~Later~

It was still night. Dean was driving recklessly down the road. Pale and determind. He stopped on a dirt road and put several items in a box, including a fake photo ID of himself. He buried thebox in the middle of a crossroads and stands. Several seconds pass of silence, as Dean looked left and right.

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

Suddely, a beautiful woman in a black dress appeared.

"Easy sugar, you'll wake up the neighbors." Her eyes flashed red for a moment. "Dean. It is so, so good to see you. I mean it. Look aat you. Gone and got your family killed. All alone in the world. It's too sweet. Excuse me, you're gonna have to give me a moment." She walked up to the man, face to face. "Sometimes you gotta stop and smell the roses."

"I should send you straight back to hell."

"Oh, you should. But you won't. And I know why." The demon said.

"Oh yeah?"

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

"There are a hundred other demons who want to get their hands on it. nd it's all yours. All you got to do if bring Sam back. And give me ten years-ten years, and then you come for me."

"You must be joking. (D/n) might love Lucifer, but he'd come after me if he found out what I did."

"I'll handle him."

"Oh really? Have you met him? He'd a little crazy in the head. Hell, he ate that kid Jake's insides. You wanna call that ine?" The demon said.

"Alright, maybe he isn't so ok."

"But you'll bring Sam back?"

"I will. 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 and welch or weasel your way out, or that demon comes after me, then the deal is off. Sam drops dead. He's back to rotting meat in no time. So..It's better deal then your dad ever got. What do you say?"

Dean grabbed the demon and kissed her, sealing the deal.

~At that moment~

Sam's eyes open wide and he sits up on the mattress looking around, confused, and breathing heavily.

~Later~

In a motel room at dawn, Sam was standing in front of a mirror, examining his back, wincing. There was a scar from where the knife was stabbed into his spine. Dean had opened the door and entered the room.

"Sammy? Thank god."

"Hey." Dean pulled his brother into a tight hug. "Owwww. Uh, Dean...."

Dean let Sam go. "I'm sorry, man. I'm just....I'm just so happy to see you up and around, that's all." Sam nodded, looking puzzled. "Come on, sit down." They both sat down/

"Okay, Dean.....What happened?"

"Well, what do you remember?"

"I-I saw you and Bobby, and....I felt this pain. This sharp pain, like....White-hot, you know, and then you started running at me, and....That's about it."

"Yeah, that-that kid, stabbed you in the back. You lost a lot of blood, you know....It was pretty touch and go for awhile."

"But, Dean, You can't-you can't patch up a wound that bad."

"No, Bobby and (M/n) could. Who was that kid, anyway?"

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

"No, but (M/n) did."

"Good, lets go to (M/n) and I'm gonna rip that son of a bitch apart." Sam stood up with Dean following suit.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy, Van Damme. You just woke up, all right? Lets get you something to eat. Huh? You want something to eat?" Sam nodded. "I'm starving. Come on....Plus I think (M/n) already torn him in shreds for you."

~Later~

The brothers were sitting at a table, eating.

"And that's when you guys showed up."

"That's awful. Poor Andy."

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

"He told you that?"

"Yep." Sam scoffed. "He appeared in a dream."

"He tell you anything else?"

"No. No. That was it. Nothing else. You know where (M/n) is?"

"Haven't seen him since he patched you up." The man lied.

~Bobby's house~

Bobby opened the door when someone knocked at it and looked at Sam with astonishment.

"Hey Bobby."

"Hey, Bobby."

"Sam. It's good to....see you up and around."

"Yeah...Thanks for patching me up." Sam patted the man on the shoulder and walked past him into the house."

"Don't mention it." Dean followed, Bobby giving him a look.

"Well, Sam's better. And we're back in it now, so...where's (M/n)?"

"Don't know, he just disappeared."

~Later~

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

"What is it?"

"Demonic omens....Like a frickin' tidal wave. Cattle deaths. Lighting storms. They skyrocketed from out of no where. Here." He pointed to Wyoming on a map. "All around here, except for one place....Southern Wyoming."

"Wyoming?" The older Winchester asked.

"Yeah. That one area's totally clean-spotless. It's almost as if..."

"What?"

"The demons are surrounding it."

"But you don't know why?"

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

"Yeah, sure."

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

"Yeah."

~Outside~

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

"You stupid ass! What did you do?" Dean looked away. "What did you do?!" Bobby pushed the male. "You made a deal...For Sam, didn't you? How long did they give you?"

"Bobby."

"How long?!"

"One year."

"Damn it, Dean."

"Which is why we gotta find this yellow=eyed son of a bitch. What why I'm gonna kill him myself. I mean, I got nothing to lose now, right?"

Bobby grabbed Dean by the collar. "I could throttle you! What is (M/n) gonna do when he finds out? He's gonna beat your ass into hell."

"I'm gonna handle it. I swear." Suddenly there was a clanking form a distant part of the junkyard. Bobby and Dean crawl to the side of a car, and grab the intruder. Once they have her by the shoulders, the realize i's Ellen.

"Ellen?" Dean asked. She nodded and started to cry. "Ellen. Oh, god." She hugged him.