They're back! The ghouls, vampires, ghosts, spirits and even more terrifying entities. And wherever these evil beings are, you'll find the Winchester siblings Angel, Dean and Sam, hunters on the trail of the demon who murdered their mother... and of...
The Winchester siblings all stood over the demon's smoking body, almost in shock.
"Well..." Dean laughed a little, "Check that off the to-do list."
Sam looked over to his sister with wide eyes, "You did it."
"I guess... I did." She took a steadying breath, looking to where her dad was standing, "But I didn't do it alone."
"Do you think Dad really..." Sam cleared his throat, "Do you think he really climbed outta hell?"
"The door was open." Dean motioned, looking over to hit, "If anyone's stubborn enough to do it... it would be him."
"Where do you think he is now?"
"I don't know."
"I kind of can't believe it, guys. 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."
Angel continued looking down at the body, still in stunned bliss, "Me either, Sammy..."
"I do." Dean leaned closer to the body, "That was for our Mom, you son of a bitch."
The three of them walked to the Impala but Sam stopped them before they got in, "You know, when Jake saw me... it was like he saw a ghost."
Dean sent a hard look to Angel who clenched her jaw painfully.
"I mean..." Sam scoffed, "You guys heard him, he said he killed me."
"Obviously he got it wrong, Sam." Angel snapped, "Or you wouldn't be here."
"I don't think he did." Sam pushed on as he studied the two of them, "What happened? After I was stabbed?"
"We already told you."
"Not everything."
"Yes everything." Angel gave him an exacerbated look, "Why can't we just enjoy the fact that we killed the demon that ruined our lives?"
"Did I die?"
"No!"
"Yes."
"Dean!" Angel yelled angrily when he answered, glowering at him, "Shut-"
"Yes and she sold her soul to save you. Just like dad did for us."
"Dean! Seriously?"
"He deserves to know!"
Sam's face saddened as he studied his sister who wouldn't even meet his eye.
His voice broke when he spoke, "H- How long do you get?"
"One year, Sammy." She answered softly and he nodded, tears in her eyes that matched his, "It gave me one year."
"You shouldn't've done that." He shook his head, angry now, "How could you do that?"
"Don't get mad at me, Sammy. Please." She cried, "I had to. You two... you're all i have... I had to look out for you. That's my job."
"And what do you think my job is? What do you think Dean's job is, huh?"
"What?"
"You've saved our lives over and over. I mean, you sacrificed everything for us. Don't you think we'd do the same for you? You're my big sister. You raised me practically. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, and I don't care what it takes, I'm gonna get you out of this."
"We're gonna get you out of this." Dean said coming over to them and putting a hand on her shoulders, "Guess we gotta save your ass for a change"
"Funny."
"Well..." Ellen approached them, "The Yellow-Eyed Demon might be dead, but a lot more got through that gate."
Dean nodded, "How many you think?"
"Hundred. Maybe two hundred." Sam answered, "It's an army. He's unleashed an army."
"Hope to hell you three are ready." Bobby sighed, "'Cause the war has just begun."
"Well, then..." Dean smiled, opening the impala's trunk so Angel could throw the colt inside, "We got work to do."
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