~*****~

The cemetery's ominous, and I can hear the voices of the spirits still attached to their bodies. Who knew cowboys would still be so salty about being dead? "Are you sure about this?" Dean asks Sam and I.

"Yeah," Sam breathes out. "I'm positive."

I kneel down to a tombstone and press my fingertip to the cold, craggly surface. A dim glow emits from the ground, and that particular voice stops. "There's been some crazy stuff here," I state as I stand up. "Spirits have been here since it had been built. There's no doubt in my mind this is what Yellow Eyes is looking for."

Dean says something, but I hear that faint buzzing in my head again. It's not killing me, but I hear the voice again. "You must stop Azazel from opening it-- whatever happens, you cannot let his plan bear fruit."

I shake my head and rub my neck in annoyance. "We need to hunker down and wait for now... Jake won't be here till night fall." I state softly.

Sam nods and goes to a hiding spot while Dean just stares at me. "Lottie, I'm sorry," He says quickly, but quietly. "I know I'm a moron, but I don't want to lose you."

I breathe through my nose and prop my hands on my hips. "Never said you were losing me, Dean..." I retort. "I'm not letting you go through this alone... Even if I have to witness what happens... I'll be by your side until the end... I just need.... Some time."

Dean nods after a beat of silence, and we go to a hiding spot.

The sky darkens after a couple of hours, and just as Sam and I suspected, Jake started approaching a crypt in the middle of the graveyard. "Howdy, Jake," Sam spoke just before he reached the crypt. Bobby, Ellen, Dean, and I appear after him, guns drawn.

"Wait," Jake murmured. "You were dead," He says to Sam. "I killed you."

"Yeah?" Sam asks. "Well, next time, finish the job."

"I did!" Jake barked at him. "I cut clean through your spinal cord, man. You can't be alive." Sam cast a glance at his brother, and I could hear him working the pieces out through his head. "You can't be."

"Okay, just take it easy there, son," Bobby breathed out softly.

"And if I don't?" Jake asks.

"Wait and see." Sam growled.

"What, you a tough guy all of a sudden? You had your girlfriend do all the fighting." Jake retorted. "What are you gonna do? Kill me?"

"It's a thought," Sam bit out.

"You had your chance. Both of you did. And you couldn't," Jake said.

"I won't make that mistake twice."

Jake just started chuckling. "What are you smiling at, you little bitch?"

His gaze turns on Ellen. "Hey, Lady. Do me a favor, put that gun to your head." Ellen's form started to shake as she pointed to gun to her head. Jake laughed again. "See, that Ava girl was right. Once you give in to it, there's all sorts of new Jedi Mind Tricks you can learn."

"Let her go," Sam warned.

"Shoot him," Ellen drawled out through a shaky voice.

"You'll be mopping up skull before you get a shot off." Jake warned. "Everybody put your guns down. Except you, sweetheart."

I shared a look with Bobby and Dean before I dropped my gun. Sam held his hands up after a few moments of silence, and dropped his gun.

"Okay," Jake sighed. "Thank you." He immediately went towards the crypt and inserted the gun as Dean and Bobby pulled the gun from Ellen's head just before it fired. I pulled out my extra gun and fired on Jake, hitting him twice in the back. Sam's bullets hit not a second later, littering Jake with four shots. Jake started begging for his life as Sam towered over him. Sam just emptied his clip into the guy.

"Sam!" I shouted at him. We all approached him as the crypt started to open. "Oh, no."

"What is it?" Ellen asked breathlessly.

"It's the gate to hell," I gasp. Dean pulled the gun from the door, and I grasped his and Sam's arm. "Take cover-- Now!" We all ran for cover behind the tombstones. I stood stock still as the door burst open. All those demons purged from the gate, and it was if I could hear the screaming from hell-- all those tortured souls. Then I could hear him-- the voice that plagued my nightmares for years. The voice pairing with those red eyes. He was beckoning me inwards, luring me in like luring a frightened child with candy. I clenched my eyes shut in horror as I ducked down and covered my ears.

~*****~

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

"It's a devil's gate!" I shouted over the screaming in my head. "The entrance to hell! We've got to shut that gate!" I approach the gate, but halt just a few steps away from the spot.

"Lottie, come on!" Sam urged.

"I-- I C- I can't!" I barked out. "He's in there! I can feel him! He wants me to get closer!" I could feel bile rising up in my throat. "I can't--" I cry again as a new presence pops up behind me. Whirling around, Azazel grins at me with the colt in his hand.

"A boy shouldn't play with Daddy's guns." Azazel teased Dean.

"Dean!" I cry as he flies backwards, his head cracking into a tombstone. "You--" I warn as I advance towards him. He aims the gun at me, that same cocky smirk on his face.

"Kills anything, remember?" He teased. "I think I'm just going to end you right here." Azazel just grinned and pulled the hammer back. "Say hi to John for me, sweet heart," And the gun fires. And I'm out. It's dark. It's really cold, too. I can still hear the howling around me, and I only take a moment to realize I've just closed my eyes. Cracking them open, Azazel's smirk is no longer present-- its replaced by confusion. "That's not possible," He breathes out.

Holding up my hands, long bright, white tendrils start curling upwards and interlacing with my fingers. "It is now," I retort as I feel a familiar grasp on my shoulder. I gasp out in shock as John rushes past me, and grasps onto Azazel's vessel, pulling the demon right out of it.

They fight for a moment before I see Dean grasp the gun. Azazel breaks free, and returns to his vessel. As he stands straight, Dean fires the Colt, killing Yellow Eyes. With bursts of fiery explosions from his chest, Azazel drops to the ground. Bobby and Ellen are able to close the gate, and the screaming halts in my mind. Sam drops from a nearby tree, and I just gaze down at my palms again. The markings are still there. Still ebbing with power.

We all turn our attention onto John, who's just now getting back up. Sam and I step closer as John puts his hand on Dean's shoulder. After sharing a tender moment with Sam, he steps towards me, and I grasp onto his arm. His image falters for a moment, before disappearing in a burst of light. I whimper as tears start burning down my face. My palms press against the wound the bullet made, and gaze upwards, into the sky.

~*****~

Standing at Azazel's body, I couldn't find the right words, until Dean spoke, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, check that off the to-do list." Dean commented.

"You did it," Sam praised.

"I didn't do it alone," Dean said softly.

"Do you think Dad really..." Sam trailed off. "Do you really think he climbed out of hell?"

"The door was open," I mention. "I only know one guy stubborn enough to do it..."

Sam chuckled softly before nodding. "Where do you guys think he is now?"

I rubbed my arms lightly. "I don't know..."

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

Dean chuckled through his nose. "I do...." Dean knelled down to Azazel's body. "That was for our mom... You son of a bitch."

"Let's get out of here," I suggest lightly. "I really could use a hot bath."

"And some new clothes to match the freaky tats," Dean retorted. I slapped his arm roughly and we started towards the Impala.

"You know, when Jake saw me... It was like he saw a ghost." Sam mentioned as we reach the car. Dean shut the door with a scoff as I reached into the cooler for a beer. "I mean, hell, you heard him, guys. He said he killed me."

"I'm glad he was wrong," Dean lied.

"I don't think he was, Dean," Sam said. "What happened... After I was stabbed?"

Dean hesitated. "I already told you."

"Not everything," Sam retorted.

Hesitation, again. "Sam, we just killed the demon. Can we celebrate for a minute?" Dean asked desperately.

"Did I die?" Sam asks.

"Oh," Dean scoffs again. "Come on."

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

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

Sam stood up straight. "Tell me the truth." He pleaded. Dean didn't speak again. "Dean, tell me the truth."

"Sam," Dean warned with a chuckle.

Sam had already caught on. He sent me an emotional look, but I just adverted my gaze. "How long do you get?" He asked, his voice cracking.

Dean breathed out. "One year." He said after a beat of silence. "I got one year."

"You shouldn't have done that," Sam stated. "How could you do that?"

Dean shook his head. "Don't get mad at me. Don't you do that." Sam just glares at him. "I had to. I had to look out for you. That's my job."

"And what to you think our job is?" Sam asks as he gestures to me.

"What?"

"You saved my life over and over. I mean, you sacrifice everything for us. Don't you think we'd do the same for you?" Sam asks. "You're my big brother. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. And I don't care what it takes. We're gonna get you out of this. Guess we gotta save his ass for a change," Sam said to me.

"After we kill him, right?" I ask Sam. He chuckles and nods.

"Well," We hear Ellen start. "Yellow-Eyed demon might be dead, but a lot more got through that gate."

"How many, you think?" Dean asks.

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

"Well, hope to hell you guys are ready," Bobby states. "'Cause the war has just begun."

"Well, then," I sigh out softly as I toss my empty beer bottle. With a slight bump from my hip, the trunk flies open. I grasp the colt from Dean's pocket, and toss it inwards. "We got work to do."