When Maddison and her brothers join forces with their father to fight the Yellow-Eyed Demon, they narrowly escape with their lives. Maddison and the boys find themselves searching for allies. Take a journey with Dean, Maddison, Sam, and their newfou...
We made our way back to the Impala, and Dean threw his bag in.
"Ya know, when Jake saw me... it was like he saw a ghost," Sam said.
Dean shut the door and walked back over to Sam and me.
"I mean, hell, you heard him, Dean. He said he killed me," Sam said.
Dean shrugged. "Glad he was wrong."
Sam shook his head. "I don't think he was, Dean."
Dean and I were silent.
Sam looked at both of us. "What happened? After I was stabbed?"
"I already told you," Dean said.
Sam shook his head. "Not everything."
Dean sighed. "Sam, we just killed the demon. Can we celebrate for a minute?"
"Did I die?" Sam asked.
"Oh, come on," Dean said, frustrated.
"Did you sell your soul for me, like Dad did for you?" Sam asked.
"Oh, come on! No!" Dean yelled.
"Tell me the truth," Sam said.
Dean sniffed, ignoring the question.
"Dean tell me the truth," Sam said.
Dean chuckled. "Sam—"
"Dean, just tell us," I interrupted with tears in my eyes.
He looked down at me.
Sam's voice broke. "How long do you get?"
"One year," Dean said, "I got one year."
Sam shook his head, tears in his eyes. "You shouldn't've done that. How could you do that?"
"Don't get mad at me. Don't you do that. I had to. I had to look out for you. That's my job," Dean said.
"And what do you think my job is?" Sam asked.
"What?" Dean asked, taken aback.
"You've saved our lives over and over." Sam gestured to himself and me. "I mean, you sacrifice everything for us. Don't you think we'd do the same for you? You're our big brother. There's nothing we wouldn't do for you. And I don't care what it takes. I'm gonna get you out of this."
I shrugged. "Guess we've gotta save your ass for a change."
Dean nodded. "Yeah."
Ellen, Bobby, and Nate approached us.
"Well... yellow-eyed-demon might be dead. But a lot more got through that gate," Ellen said.
"How many you think?" Dean asked.
"Hundred." Sam shrugged. "Maybe two hundred. It's an army. He's unleashed an army."
"Hope to hell you kids are ready. 'Cause the war has just begun," Bobby said.
