29. All Hell Breaks Loose (Part Two)

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Dean and Cassidy stood next to Sam's body.

Bobby, followed by Landon, entered with a bucket of chicken and said, "Dean? Cassidy?"

"No thanks," Dean replied. "We're fine."

Cassidy shook her head. "No."

"You two should eat something," Bobby told them.

Cassidy looked up. "He said he's fine, I said no. No means no."

Bobby glanced between them. "Dean, Cassidy... I hate to bring this up, I really do. But don't you two think maybe it's time... we bury Sam."

"No," Dean and Cassidy answered.

"We could," Landon sighed, "maybe..."

Dean interrupted him. "What? Torch his corpse? Not yet."

"Landon and I want you two to come with us," Bobby told them.

"We're not going anywhere."

"Dean, Cassidy, please."

"Would you cut us some slack?"

"I just don't think you two should be alone, that's all. I gotta admit -- Landon and I could use both your help."

"Bobby-" Dean and Cassidy said.

"Something big is going down -- end-of-the-world big."

"Well, then let it end!" Dean yelled.

"You don't mean that."

"You don't think so? Huh? You don't think Seri and I've given enough? You don't think Seri and I've paid enough? I'm done with it. I'm pretty sure she is too. All of it. And if you both know what's good for you, turn around, and get the hell out of here. Go! I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please, just go."

"You know where we'll be." He left.

Landon gave Cassidy a small smile before following Bobby.

Dean and Cassidy took another look at Sam's body and a tear fell from Dean's eye.

Cassidy pulled her legs up to her chest, buried her head in her knees, and softly began crying.


Jake was sitting in a campsite with a fire burning. He was dozing off, but suddenly woke to see the Yellow-Eyed Demon standing in front of him.

"Howdy, Jake," the Yellow-Eyed Demon greeted.

"I'm -- I'm dreaming aren't I?" Jake asked.

"I've got a genius on my hands. Well congratulations, Jake. You're it -- last man standing. The American Idol. I have to admit -- You weren't the horse I was bettin' on, but still, I gotta give it to you."

"Go... to Hell."

"Been there... done that."

"Everything you put me through -- dragging me to that place, making me kill those people..."

"All part of the beauty pageant. Jake, I needed the strongest, and that's you."

"Needed me for what?"

"Oh, I got a laundry list of tasty things for you."

"The only thing I am going to do is wake up, hunt you down, and kill you myself."

"You know, others have tried. It's not easy. Trust me, Jake. You want to be a good little soldier, here."

"And if I'm not?"

"If you're a bad little soldier, well, that dear old mom of yours, that adorable little sister, I'll make certain that they both live long enough to know the chewy taste of their own intestines. No, Jake. I'm not bluffing."

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