"Oh my God, Ellen." I holstered my gun and moved toward her. Sam grabbed my bicep. "Let me go."

"We don't know it's her," Bobby said. 

"What are you talking about? It's her." I looked at the panicked look in Ellen's eyes as well as the soot scattered around her clothes and face.

Dean helped her inside as Bobby searched through the fridge. Sam still wouldn't let go of me. Bobby set a shot glass down in front of her with water in it.

"Drink it," Bobby said.

"Bobby, is this really necessary?" Ellen asked.

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

Ellen picked up the glass and downed it. "I'll take some of that Jim Beam now if you don't mind."

Sam released me and I raced over to her side. Dean sat across from her. "Ellen, what the hell happened? How'd you get out?"

"I wasn't supposed to. I was supposed to be in there with everyone else." Ellen scoffed. "But we ran out of pretzels, of all things. It was just dumb luck." She took the glass from Bobby and sipped. "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 took Ellen's hand. "I'm sorry."

"A lot of good people died in there. And I got to live." Ellen's eyes glistened as she took another drink. "Lucky me."

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

"A hidden safe we keep in the basement." Ellen waved her hand as if she had mentioned it before and we all forgot.

Bobby squinted at her as if willing her to say what he wanted. "Demons get what was in it?"

"No." Ellen fished around in her pocket. 

She pulled out old parchment and laid it flat on the kitchen table. Five Xs on it spanned hundreds of miles of each other. Something seemed familiar about it, but I couldn't remember what.

"Wyoming. What does that mean?" I traced from each of the Xs with my fingers.

"I don't know. Ash thought it was important, though," Ellen said. "I'm guessing it's something to do with our favorite demon."

"Yeah, it is." Sam looked at the map over my shoulder. "Bobby was just talking about demon omens in Wyoming."

"Hold on." I walked over to one of the bookshelves in the living room and searched for a specific book. I found it on the second shelf from the bottom of the third bookcase I checked. I flipped through the pages until I found what I was looking for. "I got it."

"What?" Sam was at my side in a second, reading over my shoulder.

"All of those Xs are churches built by Samuel Colt," I said.

Dean raised his brows. "Samuel Colt—the demon-killing, gun-making Samuel Colt?"

"The very same." I handed the book to Sam and rejoined the group in the kitchen. "Does anyone have a pen?" Bobby handed me one. "Colt built private railways to each church like this." I drew a star connected to each of the churches. "What do we all know shaped like that?"

"Devil's trap," Dean said.

"One hundred square miles of a Devil's trap," Sam said.

"Brilliant," Bobby said. "It's made of iron, so demons can't cross."

"I've never heard of anything that massive." Ellen traced the lines.

Bobby shook his head. "No one has."

"And after all these years none of the lines are broken? I mean, it still works?" Dean asked.

"Definitely," I said.

Dean furrowed his brow again. "How do you know?"

"All those omens Bobby found. I mean the demons, they must be circling, and they can't get in," I said.

"Yeah, well...they're trying," Bobby said.

"Why? What's inside?" Ellen looked at each of us.

Dean's finger landed in the middle. "That's what I've been looking for. And, uh, there's nothing except an old cowboy cemetery right in the middle."

"Well what's so important about a cemetery or...what's Colt trying to protect?" Sam asked.

"Well, unless..." Dean trailed off.

"Unless what?" I asked.

"What if Colt wasn't trying to keep the demons out? What if he was trying to keep something in?" Dean asked.

"Now that's a comforting thought." Ellen finished off her glass of Jim Beam

I looked at her. "Yeah, you think?"

Sam looked panicked. "Could they do it, Bobby? Could they get inside?"

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

"No." I covered my mouth. "But I know who could."

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked.

"Azazel came to me in a dream trying to recruit me to break into this place for him," I said. "I told him no, but I may have given him an idea."

"What'd you say?" Sam asked.

"I told him if he was so powerful, he could resurrect another of his soldiers and use them instead," I said. "He's going to get Jake, I know it. He could've killed us all."

Sam sighed. "We have to get to Wyoming before him."

*****

Bobby decided to drive the Impala and Ellen drove one of Bobby's cars, so Dean and I both slept on the way out to Fossil Butte Cemetery. A few times, I woke up cuddled up with Sam. Once, he was absent-mindedly playing with my hair. He turned bright red when he realized I was awake. 

What should've taken us thirteen hours ended up only being a little over ten thanks to Bobby's fast driving. We all unloaded into the cemetery. 

"If he shows up, I want to kill him," I said. "He's taken everything from me."

"Follow me then," Dean said.

Dean and I took a spot behind a large tomb. Both of us had guns at the ready. Bobby, Ellen, and Sam all hid in the shadows. It didn't take long for Jake to show up. As he made his way toward the big crypt at the center of the cemetery, it took everything in me not to jump out and shoot him again.

"Howdy, Jake," Sam said as the three of them stepped out of the shadows.

Jake stopped walking. "Wait...you were dead. I killed you."

"Yeah? Well next time, finish the job," Sam said

"I did! I cut clean through your spinal cord, man!" Jake shouted. Sam glanced at Dean and I then looked back to Jake. "You can't be alive. You can't be."

I stepped out from behind the tomb. "And you can't be either. I put two bullets in the back of your head."

Jake whirled around and pointed his gun at me.

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

"And if I don't?" Jake kept his eyes trained on me. My hands grew sweaty, but I kept my gun pointed at him.

"Wait and see," Sam said.

"What, you a tough guy all of a sudden? What are you gonna do— kill me?" Jake asked.

Sam shrugged. "It's a thought."

"You had your chance. You couldn't," Jake said.

"I won't make that mistake twice." Sam glared.

Jake began laughing. Ice dropped into my stomach as I saw the image of Bee's neck snapping and Sam falling to the ground over and over again in my head. I glanced at Dean, feeling the panic swell.

Dean stepped out. "What are you smiling at, you little bitch?"

Jake finally looked away from me and to Ellen. "Hey Lady, do me a favor. Put that gun to your head." Ellen shakily did as she was told. "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 said.

"Shoot him," Ellen's voice trembled.

Jake smirked. "You'll be mopping up skull before you get a shot off. Everybody put your guns down. Except you, sweetheart." We all slowly lowered our guns until Ellen was the only one left. "Okay. Thank you."

All we could do was watch as Jake turned and pulled a colt out of his pocket. It was Samuel's colt, I knew it. The one that could kill nearly everything in existence. I remained frozen in my spot trying to calm down as Jake stuck the Colt into a special mold in the crypt. Just as he got it in place, four shots rang out. Sam had fired on Jake. Dean and Bobby had Ellen freed from Jake's mind control.

"Please...don't. Please." Jake reached up toward Sam.

Without hesitation, Sam shot Jake twice more. Blood splattered onto his face. I gasped in horror. Bobby and Ellen walked past them watching Sam. Dean stared at Sam but grabbed me and pulled me toward the crypt as Sam wiped his face.

On the spot where Jake had stuck the Colt, two separate engravings began to spin. We all watched as they twisted in different directions until they formed a pentacle. It stopped.

"Oh, no," Bobby said.

"Bobby, what is it?" Ellen asked.

Bobby looked like he saw Lucifer himself. "It's hell. Take cover—now!"

Sam grabbed my good arm and pulled me behind a set of two tombstones. We all barely found cover before the crypt burst open. I covered my head as black smokey masses poured from the crypt. Somehow, Jake had to have broken the Devil's trap because I watched them fly away from the cemetery and into the real world.

"What the hell just happened?" Dean asked.

"That's a devil's gate. A damn door to hell!" Ellen shouted over the noise of the demons pouring out. "Come on! We gotta shut that gate!"

We all stood and rushed toward the devil's gate. Bobby and I took the left side while Sam and Ellen took the right. We pushed with all our might, but demons continued to pour out. It was so loud that close to it, but I still managed to hear Sam yell Dean's name.

I looked up and my blood ran cold. Sam sprinted across the graveyard to help his brother who laid on the ground with a wound across his head. Azazel stood several feet from him. Just as he was about to help Dean, Sam was thrown against a nearby tree. 

Swallowing down the fear, I marched across the cemetery to Yellow Eyes.

"Ah, there's my darling. I wondered when you'd join the party." Azazel raised a hand. "Have a seat sweetheart."

I crumpled to the ground. "Enough with the niceties, you son of a bitch."

"Now, would Grammy Drake be pleased to know you called her a bitch?" Azazel asked. "And is that any way to talk to your father?"

"Mel, what's he talking about?" Sam asked.

"Oh, she didn't tell you?" Azazel turned to face him. "Well, we're just full of secrets here." Azazel looked at Dean before his eyes landed on me again. "The reason she's so hellbent on killing me is because I may have hijacked her daddy's body. It's not the first time, either."

"Bastard!" I screamed trying to stand up.

More weight pressed down on me as Azazel waved his hand again. "I'll get to you two in a second. Right now, I want to have a word with Dean. Of course, you already know why, don't you, honey." I squirmed and shot daggers at Azazel as he walked over to Dean. "So, Dean...I gotta thank you. You see, demons can't resurrect people unless a deal is made. I know, red tape—it'll make you nuts unless you can find the right shmuck to take advantage of. Jake's elderly mother is lovely, and I only had to pretend to be a military officer. Anyway, Dean, thanks to you, Sammy's back in rotation."

My eyes landed on Sam who looked to be in agony.

Azazel laughed, bringing my eyes back to him. "Now, I wasn't counting on that, but I'm glad. I liked him better than Jake, anyhow. Tell me—have you ever heard the expression, 'If a deal sounds too good to be true, it probably is?'"

Dean shook his head. "You call that deal good?"

"Well, it's a better shake than your dad ever got. And you never wondered why? I'm surprised at you. I mean..." Azazel was inches from Dean now. "...you saw what your brother just did to Jake, right? That was pretty cold, wasn't it?" Another laugh from Azazel caused my skin to crawl. It was my dad's voice, but none of his mannerisms. "How certain are you that what you brought back, is one hundred percent, pure, Sam?"

I glanced over at Sam again. Sheer panic covered his face. I could tell he could hear everything I did. We met eyes, and I shook my head. Don't believe him, please. 

Silvery silhouettes walked amongst the black smoke in the graveyard. For a second, I thought I saw a familiar face, but as fast as it appeared, it was gone. There was no way I saw what I saw.

"You of all people should know, that what's dead, should stay dead," Azazel said. "Anyway...thanks a bunch. I knew I kept you alive for some reason. Until now, anyway. I couldn't have done it without your pathetic, self-loathing, self-destructive desire to sacrifice yourself for your family."

The yellow-eyed demon cocked the Colt and pointed it at Dean. Sam and I both fought against our restraints. A whitish-gray version of Bianca appeared with a tall dark-haired man I recognized from Sam and Dean's photos. They both grabbed the demon.

All the weight lifted off my shoulders. My dad's body fell to the ground, Colt still in his hands. I scooped it up and stood in front of Dean as Bianca and John continued to wrestle with the black smoke that was Azazel.

"Bullets?" I asked.

Dean nodded.

The smoke shoved Bianca and John off of it before repossessing my dad's corpse and standing. Without hesitation, I pulled the trigger. I watched as the bullet moved in what felt like slow motion to connect with my dad's heart. His bones glowed yellow as what seemed like electricity flooded through him. Once more, his body fell to the ground, lifeless.

There was a loud bang to my right that sounded like the crypt closing, but I didn't care. My tearing eyes were focused on Bianca's ghost. She wrapped her arms around me, and I could feel her for one last time.

"I love you," I whispered.

Bee nodded and squeezed me tight before she let go. After taking one step back, Bee disappeared with John into white light.

With Bee gone, there was only one place left to look. I met teary eyes with Sam and Dean before looking at the smoking corpse of my dad. My knees buckled below me, causing me to fall to the grass.

"I never got to bury him," I said to the feet that crunched through the grass behind me.

A hand fell onto my shoulder. "It wasn't him, Melanie," Dean said.

"I know." I sniffled. "I just...there's so many emotions."

Sam sat beside me and rubbed my back. "That was for everyone we lost."

"Do you really think that Bee and your dad climbed out of hell?" I asked.

"The door was open. If anyone's stubborn enough to do it...it would be them," Dean said.

"I want to bury him," I said. "We buried my mom in Spokane. Could we go there?"

"Of course." Sam pulled me into a hug. "You deserve some peace."