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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗬-𝗧𝗪𝗢

𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰

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One could say that the Winchesters had no luck, whatsoever. If their slew of issues didn't show for it, then the amount of dropped dead family members because of a demon made it definitely showed for that. Delaney's soul had been off limits from the minute she was born because Yellow Eyes had made sure nothing ever happened to her, unless he allowed it to happen. She had been quite the fire pistol and put down any demon that crossed her path as if she had been doing it her whole life and not for just a bit over a year.

However, sometimes luck can do a flip on you and actually be in your favor when the fates decide it's time. In this case, the Winchesters had a struck of the lucky side of the coin because Delaney gasped in the uncomfortable motel bed she was on that was in the middle of the abandoned area and shot up, coughing faintly.

Sam, who had been sat in a chair right next to the bed with his face in his hands, shot up along with her and he stared at her wide eyed. He slowly crept towards her and poked her in the arm, which only earned him a confused gaze. "Delly?"

"Sammy?" Delaney rasped, clearing her throat of the dryness that took over and winced when she moved her back a certain way.

Sam couldn't form any type of thought at the moment because he had no idea how his baby sister was alive. He watched silently as she rolled off the bed and over to the full length mirror across from the bed, lifting her shirt to inspect the large knife wound that went from her lower back to her mid-back. Just seconds ago, Delaney had absolutely no heart beat and was paler than the white walls in the bathroom. 

"How..." Sam trailed off when the door swung open to reveal Dean had come back, tossing his keys onto the dresser next to the door. 

"Della?" Dean sniffled, his red-rimmed eyes landing on Delaney who turned to him at the sound of her name. "Oh, thank God!"

"Hey, De- " Delaney stopped mid-sentence to let out a small whine when her brother brought her in for a bone crushing hug as it sent a hot-pain down her back. "Ow."

Dean quickly loosened his grip on her and pulled away, guilt flooding his eyes. "Oh, sorry, baby girl. You're okay, yeah? I'm just... I am just so happy to see you up and around, that's all. Come on. Sit down."

Delaney slowly lowered herself back onto the bed she had woken up on and furrowed her eyebrows when Sam continued to stare at her as if he had seen a ghost. "Sammy?"

Sam seemed to snap out of his daze and glance to Dean as if he'd find the answer on why Delaney was alive written on Dean's forehead. He walked over to the bed Delaney sat on and sat next to her, wrapping his arms around her in a hug. Though, he didn't miss the way Dean avoided his questioning gaze. "Sorry, just shocked to see you up so soon, Della."

"Yeah, what happened to me?"

"Well, what do you remember?" Dean asked, pulling over a chair and sitting in front of her and Sam.

Delaney leant against Sam's side for support since she still did feel a bit weak and chewed on her lip in thought. "UH... I - I remember seeing you, Sammy and Bobby. Then, I felt this pain, this sharp pain like... like, white-hot, you know, and... then you and Sammy started running at me, and... that's about it."

"Yeah, that - that kid stabbed you in the back," Dean informed, fiddling with his thumbs in his lap. "You lost a lot of blood. It was touch and go for a while."

"But, Dean, you - you can't patch up a wound that bad," Delaney stated, furrowing her eyebrows. "I shouldn't - "

Dean shook his head, effectively cutting off the end of Delaney's sentence. "Uh, no, yeah. It's just... Bobby was able to patch you up like new. Who was that kid, anyway?"

"His name was Jake. Did you guys get him?" Delaney questioned, eyes bouncing between Dean and Sam.

Dean avoided Sam's calculating gaze because he obviously knew Bobby didn't patch Delaney up at all. He had been all but forced out of the room by Dean during his mental breakdown. Dean had sobbed over Delaney's bed as he talked to her like she could even hear him, profusely apologizing for letting their whole family down. It took Sam five minutes just to get Dean's breathing rate down to normal so he wouldn't make himself pass out and then the eldest Winchester was out of the motel room. Sam didn't even have time to ask Dean where was going and every time he tried to call, Dean's phone sent him directly to voice mail.

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

"We got to find him, Dean, and I swear I am gonna tear that son of a bitch apart," Delaney seethed, pushing away from Sam and standing up from the bed to pace around the room.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy, Van Damme. You just woke up, alright?" Dean stopped Delaney from pacing and grabbed her head in his hands. "Let's get you something to eat, kiddo. You want something to eat? I'm starving. Come on."

Delaney eyed Dean for a minute because he had never been this loving and attentive to her before. Sure, he was constantly up her ass and being overly protective, but there was something about this side of Dean that threw her off. She didn't know what it was, but Delaney decided to chalk it up to the fact that she almost died and he was probably just really grateful that she survived whatever happened. 

-°—✞——✞—°-

As the three siblings, Delaney had gone into detail about everything that happened to her while her and the others were trapped in the abandoned town. She had to try and keep from crying when she told the boys about Andy's death. The kid had been nothing sweet since the two bonded after he found out she was just like him. Hell, he had saved Dean from shooting himself in the head thanks to his twin. It definitely hurt knowing Andy had to die because of some stupid game Yellow Eyes wanted them to play.

"And then you guys showed up."

"That's awful," Dean whispered, rubbing his sister's back soothingly and was mindful of the scar on her back so he wouldn't hurt her. "Poor Andy."

Delaney scoffed, playing with the pizza that sat in her plate. "The demon said he only wanted one of us to walk out alive."

"He told you that?" Dean asked, his hand dropping away his sister's back.

"Yep. He appeared in my dream."

"Did he tell anything else?" Sam questioned.

Delaney licked her lips and shook her head, hating the guilty twinge that hurt her heart. She hated lying to her brothers, but she didn't think telling them she had demon blood inside of her was good just yet. She would tell them... eventually. "Uh, no. That was it and nothing else. You know what I don't get, guys, is if the demon only wanted one of us, then how did Jake and I both get away?"

Dean was silent for a long moment and tilted his head back and forth as if trying to come up with a plausible solution. "Uh, well, he did leave you for dead. I'm sure they both thought it was over. Now that Yellow Eyes has Jake, what's he gonna do with him?"

Delaney sighed and slumped in her seat, running her hands down in her face in both exhaustion and exasperation. "I don't know, Dean. Whatever it is, we need to stop it."

"Hold on, alright? You need to get your rest, Della," Dean ordered and Delaney immediately missed the Dean from an hour ago. "We got time."

"No, we don't," Delaney argued.

"Delaney, oceans aren't freakin' boiling, okay? Frogs ain't raining from the sky. Let's get you your strength back first."

Delaney opened her mouth to counter Dean's argument because they really had no time. Now that Yellow Eyes had Jake, it meant there wasn't all that much time until the apocalypse started. They couldn't waste time with her getting some sleep. She could sleep when she was dead. "Well, did you guys at least call the Roadhouse? Do they know anything?"

Dean and Sam shared an uneasy look and Delaney frowned at their forlorn expressions. "Boys, what is it?"

Sam cleared his throat and sat on the table next to Delaney's seat, offering her a sad smile. "The Roadhouse burnt down, Delly. Ash is dead, probably Ellen - a lot of other hunters, too."

Delaney's watery eyes shifted to Dean for confirmation and she got all the confirmation she needed when he took a long swig from the scotch bottle in his hand. She glanced back to Sam and it nearly broke his heart at how small and vulnerable she looked. "Demons?"

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

"What did he find?"

Dean shrugged and placed the scotch bottle back on the table. "We're not sure. Bobby is working on that right now."

"Well, come on then. Bobby's only a few hours away."

Dean was out of his seat quickly and he grabbed Delaney by the shoulders, the younger one flinching slightly as he moved her a certain way. "Sorry, but you have to stop, Delaney. You almost died out there! I mean, what would I have - can't you just take care of yourself for a little bit, huh? Just a little bit."

Delaney stepped away so Dean's hands fell back to his sides and she tried to ignore the desperate look that was on her eldest brother's face. "Dean, I love you. I really do, okay? I can't just sit here while the apocalypse is just moments away from happening. We're going to Bobby's."

-°—✞——✞—°-

The three Winchester's stood on Bobby's porch as they waited for him to open the door. When he did, the older man seemed taken aback at the sight of the three siblings and Dean avoided Bobby's gaze as he awkwardly greeted him.

"Hey, Bobby," Delaney smiled at the older man in greeting.

"Lanes," Bobby greeted, seemingly shocked to see her. "It's good to... see you up and around."

"Yeah, well... thanks for patching me up, Uncle Bobby," Delaney said and wrapped her arms around Bobby's torso before she stepped further into the man's home.

Dean and Sam followed her in after and they seemed to have a silent conversation with each other, Dean looking nervous the whole time. "Della's better now and we're back in it now, so... what do you know?"

Bobby lead the three siblings into his study and stood behind his desk. "I did find something, but I'm not sure what the Hell it means."

"What is it?" Delaney asked, stuffing her hands into her back pockets.

"Demonic omens... like a freakin' tidal wave. Cattle deaths, lightning storms. They skyrocketed from out of nowhere. Here," Bobby flipped around a map for the Winchesters to see and pointed to Wyoming. "All around here except one place - Southern Wyoming."

"Wyoming?" Dean inquired, tearing his gaze from the map and over to Bobby.

"That one area is total clean - spotless. It's almost as if... the demons are surrounding it."

Sam ran a hand over his face and sighed. "But you don't know why?"

"No, and by this point, my eyes are swimming. Lanes, would you take a look? Maybe you can find something I couldn't," Bobby said and Delaney nodded immediately. "Thanks, sweetheart. Sam and Dean, I got some more books in truck. You can help me lug 'em in."

Dean squeezed Delaney's shoulder as he passed her by and exited the room with Sam and Bobby.

Delaney dropped down in front of the map and chewed on her thumbnail, trying to figure out why that single part of Wyoming had no signs of demonic omens. If the apocalypse was really in effect now that Yellow Eyes had Jake, then it should be all over the United States at this point. Every state and city should have at least some sort of sign of an omen, so what was so special about Southern Wyoming that no demon dared to pass it?

The sound of footsteps snapped Delaney out of her thoughts and she jolted up when she saw it was Ellen. She looked to be just as she had the last time Delaney saw her and she felt some of the weight come off her shoulders knowing that Ellen was healthy and alive.

"Ellen, oh my God!" Delaney cried, rushing over to the woman and wrapping her arms tightly around her and ignoring the hot pain that shot down her back when she was hugged back. She'd rather deal with the pain than have Ellen dead. "It's so good to see you."

"You too, honey," Ellen said and pulled away from Delaney with a small smile. "Bobby, some whiskey please."

Bobby walked over to his desk and pulled out a shot glass and metal flask, filling it with clear liquid as Ellen and the Winchesters took seats near and around the desk. "Bottoms up."

Ellen raised an eyebrow at Bobby, picking up the shot glass filled with Holy Water. "Is this really necessary, Bobby?"

"Just a belt of Holy Water. Shouldn't hurt."

Ellen gave him a pointed look, but threw back the shot glass anyway and didn't even flinch. "Whiskey now, if you don't mind."

Dean - who took a seat on the smaller desk next to Bobby's with Delaney while Sam sat on the side of Bobby's desk - leant forward and rested his elbows on his knees. "Ellen, what happened? How did you get out?"

"I wasn't supposed to. I was supposed to be in there with everyone else," Ellen scoffed, shaking her head sadly. "But we ran out of pretzels, of all things. It was just dumb luck." She grabbed the shot glass Bobby slid back to her and threw back the whiskey in the glass. "Anyway, that's when Ash called, panic in his voice. 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."

"I'm so sorry, Ellen," Delaney whispered with a frown on her face. She couldn't imagine all those innocent people and Ash being dead.

Ellen teared up and tried to blink the tears away before they fell. "A lot of good people died in there and I got to live. Lucky me."

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

"A hidden safe that we keep in the basement. Luckily, the demons didn't get what was in it," Ellen explained, digging in her inner jacket pocket and retrieved a map. She unfolded it on the table and it had several black lines and a large red X on it.

Delaney hopped off the desk she sat on with Dean and walked over to it, seeing Ash had found something in Wyoming like Bobby had. "Wyoming? What does that mean?"

Bobby got up from his seat and grabbed a book from one of his bookshelves, flipping through it quickly before he skimmed through the pages and stopped when he found what he was looking for. "I don't believe it."

"What? You got something?" Sam asked.

"A lot more than that. Each of these X's is an abandoned frontier church," Bobby informed and pointed to each of the X's on the map. "All mid-nineteenth century and all of them built by Samuel Colt."

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

"Yep, and there's more. He built private railway lines connecting church to church. It just happens to lay out like this," Bobby grabbed a marker and connected all the churches, forming a devil's trap minus the circle around the star.

Delaney stared wide eyed at the map. This Samuel Colt guy was really something else. "Tell me that's not what I think it is."

"It's a Devil's Trap," Sam grinned impressively. "A one hundred-square-mile Devil's Trap."

Dean ran a hand over his mouth as he laughed incredulously. "That's freaking brilliant. Iron lines demons can't cross."

Ellen shook her head, staring down at the map. "I never heard of anything this massive"

"No one has," Bobby chimed in, standing back to his full height again.

"After all of these years, none of the lines are broken? It still works?"

"Of course it does," Delaney whispered, all the puzzle pieces clicking together in her head now. "All those omens Bobby found. The demons, they must be circling and they can't get in."

Bobby sighed and fixed the trucker hat on his head. "Yeah, well, they're trying."

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

Dean gestured to the book that was opened in front of him that he had skimmed through the past few minutes. "That's what I've been looking for, and, uh, there's nothing except an old cowboy cemetery right in the middle."

"Dee, what's so important about a cemetery or..." Delaney trailed off as an idea popped into her head. "Or what is Colt trying to protect?"

"Well, unless... what if Colt wasn't trying to keep the demons out? What if he was trying to keep something in?"

Ellen laughed softly at Dean's theory. "That's a comforting thought."

"Yeah, you think?" Dean remarked.

"Could they do it, Uncle Bobby?" Delaney queried, turning her gaze to Bobby. "Could they get inside?"

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

Delaney chewed on the inside of her lip as she tried to figure out who or what could get inside. She bowed her head when her brain thought of only one person right now that could get inside the Devil's Trap. "No... but I know someone who could."

-°—✞——✞—°-

Later that night, the Winchesters, Bobby and Ellen made their way to Southern Wyoming and waited in the shadows for Jake to show up with the Colt to open whatever it was that Colt was trying to keep trapped. They didn't have to wait all that long as Jake showed up just a mere fifteen minutes after they did and Delaney didn't waste any time walking out of her hiding spot in the shadows when Jake was just a few steps from the Crypt.

"Howdy, Jake," Delaney greeted, aiming her gun directly at his head while the others stood on all sides so Jake couldn't run.

Jake eyed Delaney with wide eyes and shook his head, stepping back from her. "No way. I killed you. You were dead."

Delaney smirked at Jake over the barrel of her gun and lifted a shoulder in a half shrug. "Yeah? Well, next time, finish the job."

"I did," Jake argued harshly. "I cut through your spinal cord, sweetheart."

Delaney furrowed her eyebrows and glanced over to Dean who failed at trying to keep the guilt from flickering across his face. Sure, it was quick but Delaney still caught it and when she glanced to Sam, he looked just as confusedly at Dean. Now it made sense why Sam had been so shocked to see her standing just hours before. She shouldn't be standing or breathing.

"You just can't be alive. You can't be."

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

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

Delaney gripped her gun tighter in her hand and glared darkly at Jake. "Wait and see, asshole."

"Wait, you a tough little firecracker all of sudden, Delaney? What are you gonna do - kill me?"

"You know, it's a thought," Delaney barked at him.

"You had your chance, darlin', and you couldn't."

"Yeah, well, I won't be making that mistake again."

Dean stepped closer to Jake when he started to laugh maniacally. "What are you smiling at, you little bitch?"

Jake turned his attention to Ellen and smirked at her. "Hey, Lady. Do me a favor. Put that gun to your head."

Ellen's hands shook violently as she tried to fight against the invisible force that pushed the gun to her temple.

"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," Delaney demanded, stepping closer to Jake like Dean had. "I won't ask again, Jake."

"Shoot him," Ellen begged, voice trembling in fright.

Jake held a hand up before the boys or Delaney could fire off a round at him. "Ah, ah, ah. You'll mopping up skull before you even get a shot off. Now, how about we all put our guns down, yeah? Except you, sweetheart."

Bobby was the first to drop his gun and the three siblings exchanged a silent look, silently asking the other if they should really put their weapons away. However, none of them could trust Jake so the best option was to drop their weapons... and they did.

"Okay. Thank you," Jake said and made his way over to the Crypt, brandishing the Colt from his inner jacket pocket. 

Dean and Sam grabbed Ellen before she could shoot herself and Delaney shot Jake four times in the back once she had her hands had wrapped around her gun again. Jake fell to the ground and Delaney walked over to him, the Colt hanging out of the hole in the Crypt.

"Please... don't," Jake gasped, holding his hands up in front of himself as Delaney towered above him with the gun aimed at his chest.

"Nighty night, little soldier," Delaney retorted, shooting Jake three more times in the chest and barely flinched when some of his blood splattered onto her face. She was just glad the asshole was dead. She wiped the blood from her face as Bobby passed her by, shocked and her brothers walked over with matching shocked expressions that matched Bobby's.

The sound of something unlocking alerted the three siblings and they saw the Colt turned sideways and the ground began to rumble beneath their feet.

"Oh, no..." Bobby whispered and began to back away from the crypt.

"Bobby, what is it?" Ellen asked, grabbing onto Bobby's trembling arm.

"It's Hell!"

Dean walked over to the crypt and snatched the Colt from the hole as Bobby yelled for everyone to take cover, just as the door burst open. He grabbed Delaney and pulled her behind the protection of a tall tombstone a few feet from the crypt while Sam, Bobby and Ellen crouched behind the surrounding tombstones of Dean and Delaney's.

Delaney gasped and hundreds of black smoke flew over her head. "What the Hell just happened?!"

"That's a Devil's Gate, a damn door to Hell!" Ellen yelled over the wind of the speeding black smoke. "Come on! We have to shut that gate!"

Delaney, Bobby, Ellen and Sam rushed over to the gate and stood on either side, pushing with all their might against the force of the demons speeding out in clouds of black smoke. Delaney pressed her back against the door and gasped when she noticed Dean on his back next to a tombstone and a few feet away stood Yellow Eyes whose eyes were on her. 

"Dean!" Delaney yelled and went to run over to him. When she was just a few feet from Yellow Eyes, he flung her back and pressed her against the tree behind her with an invisible force.

"I'll get to you in a minute, Champ! I'm proud of you - knew you had it in you," Yellow Eyes said before he turned back to Dean, walking closer to him.

Delaney fought against the invisible force to try and free herself so she could get to Dean. Black smoke continued to fly past and ghosts began to make their appearance, gliding through Yellow Eyes and Dean. No matter how much she fought, the invisible force didn't let up. "You have demon blood, but you can't get out of a demonic invisible force? Seriously!" She whispered to herself, grunting when she was pressed further against the tree bark and winced when the hot pain shot up her back again.

When Yellow Eyes stood back to his feet and cocked the Colt, he aimed it at Dean. Before he could get a shot off, the ghost of John Winchester grabbed the Yellow Eyes from behind. The body Yellow Eyes possessed fell to the ground, the Colt still in his hand, while John and the black cloud of smoke that used to be Yellow Eyes wrestled. The demon pushed him to the ground and entered the body once more. 

However, in the wrestle match between John and Yellow Eyes, Dean had grabbed the Colt and aimed it directly at Yellow Eyes' heart. He sent the demon a wink before he fire the bullet into Yellow Eyes' heart and he fell to the ground, dead.

Delaney squeaked when the invisible force was suddenly taken off her chest and she dropped to the dirt with a groan. She pushed herself to her feet and slowly walked over to where Dean stood - his forehead bleeding from the long gash that ran from the top of his hairline to right between his eyebrows - with their father and Sam approached at her side.

John placed a hand on Dean's shoulder and squeezed it gently, smiling proudly at his son. He turned his head to look at Sam and Delaney, offering them the same proud smile. Glistening tears ran down his face as his eyes focused solely on Delaney and he gave her a thumbs up to show he was really proud of what she had done, no matter how hard it was. Then, he stepped back from Dean and disappeared into white light.

Delaney sniffled, tears spilling down her dirt caked cheeks as she watched her father disappear. She allowed Sam to bring her into his side and rub her arm comfortingly. The two walked over to Yellow Eyes' dead body along with Dean and all wore the same look of astonishment that it was actually over.

"Well, check that off the to-do list," Dean mused softly, eyes still glistening with tears.

"You did it," Delaney whispered, her eyes trailing from Yellow Eyes to Dean. 

"I didn't do it alone, Della."

Sam glanced around them, noticing Ellen and Bobby had gotten the Devil's Gate closed finally. The night air was quiet, save for a few crickets chirping or the breeze that blew through the air. "Do you think Dad really... do you think he really climbed out of Hell?"

"The door was open," Dean reminded Sam and placed his hands on his hips, chuckling softly to himself. "If anyone's stubborn enough to do it... it would be him."

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

"I don't know," Dean replied, shaking his head. "I wish I did."

Delaney ran a hand through her hair, eyes focusing back on Yellow Eyes at her feet. "I kind of can't believe it, boys. I mean... you guys prepared your whole lives, everything... what I went through a little over ago... it all was to prepare for this moment, and I..." she trailed off with an astonished laugh. "I don't know what to say."

"I do," Dean squatted down by Yellow Eyes' face and gave him a dark look. "That for our mom... you son of a bitch."

The three siblings walked over to the Impala together quietly, each one deep in thought over the past two days' events. When they reached the car, Dean opened his door and Delaney quickly shut it, earning her an odd look from him.

"You know, Dean, when Jake saw me... it was like he saw a ghost," Delaney said, scoffing softly. "I mean, you heard him, boys. He said he killed me."

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

Delaney narrowed her eyes at Dean and crossed her arms. "No, I don't think he was, Dean. What happened... after I was stabbed?"

Sam opened his mouth and was abruptly cut off by Delaney holding her hand up to stop him from speaking.

"No, Sam. I want to hear it from Dean."

"I already told you."

"Not everything," Delaney argued, putting her foot down and not letting Dean weasel his way out of this one. It was too big for her to just let him slide.

Dean slapped his hands to his sides and stared at his sister incredulously. "Delaney, we just killed the demon. Can't we just celebrate for a minute?"

Delaney's eyes welled with tears and she noticed Dean's resolve quickly disappear, she sniffled as she stared up at her brother. "Did I die, Dean?"

"Yes, Delly," Sam whispered, his eyes also on Dean.

Dean gaped at Sam, thinking he would have had Dean's back. "Traitor."

Delaney rolled her lips into her mouth as the tears fell down her cheeks once again. "Dean, did you sell your soul for me like Dad did for you?"

"Come on! No!" Dean yelled.

"Tell me the truth," Delaney weakly begged, stepping closer to Dean whose eyes welled up again and he sniffled softly. "Dammit, Dean! Tell me the damn truth!"

"Della..."

Delaney whimpered as she realized it was all true. He sold his soul to save hers. "How long did you get?"

"One year. I got one year."

"Dean...." Sam whispered, his voice breaking as the realization of the ticking time bomb over Dean's head became more and more apparent.

Delaney looked away from Dean for a long moment, not being able to look him in the eye now that she knew he was going to die. One year. He had one freakin' year to live and then he was gone. Just like John and just like Mary. He should have just let her stay dead. That would have hurt way less than this. 

"You shouldn't have done that. How could you do that?" Delaney cried.

"Don't get mad at me," Dean practically begged, reaching for Delaney who stepped back from him with a shake of her head. "No, come on, baby girl, don't you do that."

"Don't you dare pull that baby girl card on me, Dean Winchester!" Delaney barked, jabbing a finger in his direction. Anger and sadness coursed through her veins and she didn't know if she wanted to cry or strangle Dean and send him down to Hell early.

"No, I had to do it, Delaney. I had to. I had to look out for my baby sister. That's my job."

Sam held his arms out to the side, gesturing to himself. "She's my baby sister, too, Dean! Why not ask me to do it? Why does it always have to be you?"

"I'm the oldest," was Dean's weak defense.

"And what do you think my job is?" Delaney snapped, the tears flowing uncontrollably down her cheeks now. "You have saved my life over and over. I mean, you sacrifice everything for me. Don't you think I'd do the same for you or Sammy? You're my big brothers, Dean. There is nothing in this world that I wouldn't do for you or for Sammy."

Dean nodded silently, not having anything he could say to make any of this better.

"Well, I don't care what it takes," Delaney sniffled and rubbed at her face to try and clear the tears. "I'm gonna get you out of this. Guess I got to save your ass for a change."

"Yeah..." Dean whispered and tugged his sister into his chest, holding her close and let her tears soak into his shirt.

"Well..." Ellen said, emerging from the cemetery with Bobby by her side. "Yellow-Eyed Demon might be dead, but a lot more got through that gate."

"How many you think?" Sam inquired, wiping the tears away from his own face.

Delaney shrugged because there had been so many clouds of black smoke flying past, it was hard to tell how many had really gotten out. "Hundred... maybe even two hundred. It's an army. He's unleashed an army."

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

"Well, then... we got work to do, people."

END OF BOOK TWO

AUTHORS NOTE

Hi hey hello

Well, we have officially reached the end of Book 2! Book 3, which is called DARKEST DAYS, has already been published so you guys can go ahead and add it to your reading lists for when it begins in a week or two! The Winchesters will be another crazy adventure and there's only more secrets that are gonna pop up. 

I just wanted to say thank you all so much for being on this journey with me for this long. Delaney Winchester literally owns my whole heart and I just love her more than life itself. She is my legit baby and I will do anything to protect her from the big bad demons out there. I am so glad you guys love this story and her as much as I do and I hope you guys will love Book 3 just as much!

Book 3 will also be a short book with only 16 chapters instead of 22, because Season 3 was a short one so we'll prob get through that one a bit quicker than DARKEST SECRETS and HUNTED.