Due to being in a hardware store, we had supplies that helped us out. Dean was tuning a radio, trying to contact Bobby. Sam helped Ellen with Jo, getting what she needed . While I paced in front of the entrance of the store, I was pissed because Dean didn't listen to me and this could have been avoided.

"Abigael?" A broken voice from Ellen rang through the air. I stopped in my pacing, and locked eyes with her. She was in pain, because she knew her daughter wasn't going to make it. I roamed over, and noticed the blood already seeping through the bandages Sam found. But I already knew what was going to leave her lips. "Can you do anything?" Her eyes pleaded, as well did her words. I could simply deny her the request for me to try, but seeing Ellen so devastated, reminded me that any Mother would be like this. Even my own. I nodded my head, agreeing to try to help in any way I could.

Ellen shifted from her position, allowing me to get closer to Jo. I was on my knees, and stared Jo in the eyes, seeing life being drained from her each second that passed. I hovered my hands over the wound, and inhaled deeply, and began to focus.

"Hinto mulaf," the incantation came freely as my voice was soft and gentle. "Bala asinta sho," the words fell, but I knew nothing happened. Jo was still in pain, and the wound was still pulsing with blood. "Hinto mulaf, bala asinta sho," I put more force into the words, but still I felt nothing. "I'm sorry," I reclined my hands from over the wound, gaze at Jo, and then to Ellen. I didn't let her say a word, as I forced myself to stand, and stepped back to my original position, but my back faced them.

"Sam, some help here, please?" Ellen asked for Sam's help, as I noticed that he finished his chat with Dean.

I was disconnected from reality, as I stared at the entrance to the hardware store. Through the slats that were blinds, I could see faint traces of Hellhound, they were pacing outside too, waiting for the perfect moment or the order to attack. Ellen and Jo seemed decent people, and from my little interaction with them in the past, they stood for what is right, and genuinely wanted to help people. Anyone else who knew all of this shit, would have tucked their tail between their legs and ran for the hills. Here they are fighting for the betterment of mankind, and to stop Lucifer from destroying all life.

Time had gotten away from me, I stared through the doors for - God knows how long. The voices of the Winchesters had brought me out of my trance, snapping me back to reality.

"So, now we know where the devil's gonna be. We know when, and we have the Colt," Dean sprung his idea free, as I spun around to face them, both staring at one another.

"Yeah," Sam replied with a sigh. "We just have to get past... Eight or so Hellhounds. And get to the farm by midnight,"

"Yeah, and that's after we get Jo and Ellen the hell out of town," Dean cocked his head over to them, but it was brief.

"Won't be easy," Sam admitted.

"Stretcher?"

"I'll see what we got," Sam replied to his brother's question, before turning to go have a look.

"Stop," a weak voice rang out, making Sam stop and he didn't even take a step. "Guys, stop... Can we, uh, be realistic about this, please?" The boys walked closer to Jo, and I also shifted myself closer. "I can't move my legs. I can't be moved. My guts are being held in by an ace bandage. We gotta... We got to get our priorities straight here," the boys shared a look, before returning their focus on Jo. "Number one - I'm not going anywhere,"

"Joanna Beth, you stop talking like that-"

"Mom," Jo cuts off Ellen, even though she knew that her Mom knew that she wouldn't make it. "I can't fight. I can't walk. But I can do something. We got propane, wiring, rock salt, iron nails – everything we need," Jo had already hatched a plan, and I knew what those things were needed for.

"Everything we need?" Sam repeated the question, not sure what she was talking about.

"To build a bomb, Sam," she was blunt in her reply. I see Ellen snap her head up to look at her daughter with a wild look.

"No," Dean disagreed with her plan. "Jo... No," he was firm in this decision.

"You got another plan? You got any other plan?" Ellen stared into his eyes for a few moments, before drifting them away. "Those are Hellhounds out there, Dean... They've got all of our scents. Those bitches will never stop coming after you," the air became silent, as we all knew it was the truth. "We let the dogs in, you guys hit the roof. Make a break for the building next over, and I can wait here with my finger on the button. Rip those mutts a new one. Or at least get you a few minutes' head start, anyway," Jo smiled at the thought of killing those hellhounds.

"No, I," Ellen's voice broke as tears rushed down her face. "I won't let you," she assured her daughter that she didn't want her to go out this way.

"This is why we're here, right? If I can get us a shot on the devil... Dean, we have to take it," Jo's eyes wandered from her mother's to Dean.

"No!" Ellen pleaded, not wanting her only child to die. "That's not –"

"Mom," Ellen turned her gaze back to her daughter; her lip quivering. "This might literally be your last chance to treat me like an adult. You might want to take it," Ellen just whimpers, and sobs at her daughter's side. Seeing her like this pulled on my heart strings, and without knowing tears began to swell in my eyes. Because all I could see was a Mother who loved her daughter so much. I couldn't bare to watch the interaction any longer, so I turned on my heels, and it was probably felt by the Winchesters. I used both my middle fingers to wipe away the tears from either side of my cheeks, before they could roll down any further.

"You heard her," Ellen's voice pierced the air. "Get to work," that was all I needed to hear to help. Sam, Dean, and I searched the rows for the things we needed. Nails, salt, wiring, buckets, and propane. We had the rhyme we worked in, Sam placed the propane in the buckets, I placed the iron nails in, and then the salt. Dean did the wiring, hooking everything together.

Within no time, we had the buckets where we wanted them, and Dean was just finishing the wiring. Sam said his goodbyes to Jo, holding her hand. Sam moved out of the way once he was done, and I crouched down to Jo's level, our eyes locked.

"I'm so sorry," was all I could offer her. "You are one brave woman Jo. Braver than me," I offered a thin smile, as she smiled with appreciation at the words I offered.

"Thank you for trying," her voice was low and weak, but she was still holding on. Our eyes lingered for a moment, but I forced myself to stand, and walk away. I came to stand next to Sam, as Dean began to say his goodbyes to her. I watched the interaction between Jo and Dean, it was heartfelt and warming. Tears swelled in my eyes, as I saw him kiss her forehead, but before he kissed her on the lips, as that was his proper goodbye.

Ellen crouched beside her daughter, and we watched. Jo's face twisting into sadness, and her tears falling, I knew that Ellen wasn't going to leave her daughter here.

"No. Mom, no," Jo's voice broke as the words left her lips.

"Somebody's got to let them in. And like you said, you're not moving," Ellen announces, and there was no way no one was changing her mind on this. "You got me, Jo. And you're right. This is important. But I will not leave you here alone," I had to hold back to tears. A Mother who would do anything for her child, even die with them.

"Dean?" Sam didn't like the thought of leaving Ellen here too.

"Get goin' now, boys,"

"Ellen," Dean spoke her name softly, but it held a firm tone.

"I said go," she gave the order. "Abigael. You look after them," I met with her gaze briefly, but all I could do was nod at her request. "And Dean," she moved her eyes to Dean. "Kick it in the ass. Don't miss," all Dean could do was agree to her terms, as she wanted to ice the devil as much as he.

The three of us made our way to the roof of the hardware store, and began to maneuver our way across the ladders, and onto the other building. Time was of the essence here, we didn't want to get blown up with them. I jumped off the last step of the ladder, and was in the alleyway next to the hardware store, before I rushed down the way, as both brothers were on my tail. As we took a few more steps out on the main road, an explosion rang from behind. The hardware store was engulfed in flames, and the lives of Ellen and Jo were gone. They sacrificed their own lives so the boys could get a shot at the devil. Their death's will not be in vain...

We made it to Jasper's farm, along the way we all remained quiet. Dean and Sam processed their friend's death within, as it was no time to get emotional. As we snuck through the farm, we hid behind an overgrown bush, which had a clear view of everything that was going on. In the distance was a mass grave, and a man shoveling dirt on top. While possessed town's folk stood at the bottom of the slight hill the Devil was on.

"I guess we know what happened to some of the townspeople," Dean announces, bringing his gaze to Sam and I.

"Ok,"

"Ok," Both brother's spoke at the back end of one another, as if agreeing that this was it.

"Last words?" Sam pondered the question to his brother and I. What could I really say? What does one say when going up against the devil?

"I think I'm good,"

"Yeah. Me too," I think both of them made peace with the outcome that was going to go down here tonight.

"Don't die," the words were flung from my mouth before I even got a chance to stop myself. I know I should want them dead, and they want me dead, but I feel since knowing them, and helping them. That might have changed. Not a lot, but somewhere deep down they knew I was telling the truth.

"Here goes nothin'," Dean remarked, passing me his shotgun, and he pulled free the Colt, holding it tight in his grip as he wandered from us. The plan was for Sam and I to distract the Devil, for Dean to get close enough to pull the trigger.

"Hey!" Sam shouted at the top of his voice, as he and I walked out together. We both cocked our guns at the same time, and the sound rang out, but the demons didn't go into action, they just stood there. The devil had his sights on us, his eyes flicking between his vessel, and me. They seemed to linger on me, as if he was staring deep into my soul. "You wanted to see me?!" Sam went on, and Lucifer's eyes flicked back to him.

"Well, Sam, you don't need that gun here," Lucifer took a few steps down the hill, as his eyes cocked to me. "Nor do you my sweet Abigael," the words sent a shiver down my spine. "You know I'd never hurt you. Not really," his eyes went back to Sam.

"Yeah. Well, I'd hurt you," Dean was right next to the devil, the Colt straight at his temple. Dean cocks the gun, it is ready to fire. "So suck it," the devil turned his body to face Dean, and just like that, Dean pulled the trigger, allowing the Colt to ring out and shoot the Devil right between the eyes. Lucifer fell to the ground like a sack of rocks. Something about this felt wrong, and anticlimactic. The Winchesters shared a glance, a joyous expression on their faces.

Suddenly, Lucifer inhaled deeply, and let out an 'ow' sound, and the looks on the boy's face vanished. Lucifer inhaled sharply, but he soon got on his feet without a problem. He places a hand on his head, still feeling the affects of a gunshot wound to the head.

"Where did you get that?" He questioned, but didn't allow Dean to answer. He back-hands him, making Dean fly through the air. Hitting a tree, and knocking him out cold. Though my eyes traveled with Dean, they flicked back in time to see the pentagram that etched itself in the middle of Lucifer's forehead began to seal up, and fade. "Now... Where were we?" He was smug. "Don't feel too bad, Sam. There's only five things in all of creation that, that gun can't kill and.. I just happen to be one of them. But if you give me a minute, I'm almost done," he points an index finger to Sam. With the devil's back turn, Sam and I rushed on over to Dean. He crouches down, making sure his brother was still alive.

"You know," Lucifer clears his throat, as he leans on the shove. "I don't suppose you'd just say 'yes' right here and now? End this whole tiresome discussion? That's crazy, right," Lucifer was trying to get Sam to say yes.

"It's never gonna happen!" Sam raised his voice at the devil, standing back to his feet. Making it crystal clear that he will never say yes to him.

"Oh, I don't know, Sam. I think it will," Lucifer returned to shoveling dirt into the grave. "I think it'll happen soon – within six months. And I think it'll happen... In Detroit," he stopped for a moment, holding a smug smirk on his face, his eyes locked onto Sam.

"You listen to me, you son of a bitch. I'm gonna kill you myself. You understand me?" Sam was filled with anger, rage, that anyone could have. "I'm going to rip your heart out!" The fire was there, I could see it in his eyes, as he meant every word.

"That's good, Sam. You keep fanning that fire in your belly – all that pent-up rage. I'm gonna need it," Lucifer spoke as he kept on shoveling the dirt into the mass grave.

"What did you do? What did you do to this town?" Sam was pushing for questions.

"Oh, I was very generous with this town. One demon for every able-bodied man,"

"And the rest of them?" Sam shot at the back end of his sentence. Lucifer shovels the dirt in, before turning to us with a wicked smile on his face.

"In there," he points. "I know – it's awful but... These horsemen are so demanding. So it was," he started shoveling once again. "Women and children first," he slaughtered a whole town just to bring Death here. "I know what you must think of me, Sam. But I have to do this. I have to. You, of all people should understand," Sam seemed taken back by Lucifer's comment.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam questioned, as Lucifer threw the shovel to the ground.

"I was a son. A brother, like you a younger brother," Lucifer began, taking a few steps. "And I had an older brother who I loved. Idolized, in fact. And one day I went to him and I begged him to stand with me. And Michael... Michael turned on me. Called me a freak. A monster. And then he beat me down. All because I was different. Because I had a mind of my own. Tell me something, Sam. Any of this sound familiar?" Lucifer was trying to justify him and Sam's lives, that they had a brother who would turn against them. "Love makes you do crazy things," his eyes slowly turned to me as the words left his mouth. He wasn't talking about brotherly love, he was talking about the romantic kind. "Anyway... You'll have to excuse me. Midnight is calling," he held out his arms for the dramatics. "And I have a ritual to finish. Don't go anywhere. Not that you could if you would," he mocks.

I felt like I needed to do something, at least try to slow him down, be a hero if I could. I clenched my hands into fists, and bolted forward, and up the slope.

"Abigael! Don't!" I heard Sam yell, but it was too late. I leaped through the air, and was ready to strike. It was a stupid move on my account, but I had to try. Ellen and Jo gave their lives so we could kill the devil. I had to make it worth something. But Lucifer saw it incoming, and turned on the spot, just at the right moment, and gripped me by the throat, and held me in place.

"You were always feisty," he remarked with a smile, he brought me in close, and inhaled deeply, taking a whiff of me. "My sweet Aradia," the name only confirmed what Gabriel had told me. "You fought to the bitter end," his voice low, as if he was remembering something. With a simple twist of my neck, it snapped.

And everything went black...

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