after this i'm never gonna be the same
and i am never going back again

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IT'S DARK WHEN THEY REACH THE CEMETERY. The crypt stands tall at the other end. They wind through the headstones, approaching the massive thing. The keyhole is right there, in the middle.

A voice sounds behind them, one she instantly recognizes. "Howdy, Jake."

They both turn, and Sam and Dean emerge from behind headstones, along with the older man– Bobby– and an older woman she hasn't seen before. They all hold guns aimed at Jake, but not her. Jake seems shocked to see Sam.

"You– you were dead. I killed you."

"Yeah? Well, next time, finish the job." Utter confidence radiates from him. Bryce glances at Dean.

"I did," Jake spits. "I cut clean through your spinal cord, man."

"That's her, then?" She hears the woman aim her question to Bobby. He nods. She can feel their eyes pressing into her.

"Just take it real easy, there, son," Bobby says.

"And if I don't?" She can hear the threat in his voice.

"Jake." She tries to send him a warning through hers. This isn't going to end well.

"Wait and see," Sam raises his voice.

"What, you're a tough guy all of a sudden? What are you gonna do, kill me?"

"It's a thought."

"You had your chance. You couldn't."

"I won't make that mistake twice."

Jake begins to laugh. Bryce debates snatching the gun from him and opening the door herself, just to shut everyone up.

"What's so damn funny?" Dean demands. Jake looks over, his gaze landing on the older woman.

"Hey, lady, do me a favor. Put that gun to your head."

The woman's hand trembles as she raises the gun to her temple. Everyone freezes. Even Bryce doesn't try to warn him again.

"See, Ava was right. Once you give in, there's all sorts of Jedi mind tricks you can learn."

He doesn't even know the half of it.

"Let her go!"

"Shoot him," The woman's voice shakes as hard as her body.

"You'll be mopping up skull before you get a shot off. Everybody put your guns down."

"Jake, we need to get this over with," Bryce says.

Jake waits. Dean and Bobby drop their guns, then Sam raises a hand in surrender and lowers his. Jake nods his head once. "Great."

Then everything happens in a flash. Bryce jumps aside as Jake turns towards the crypt, pulling out the gun and shoving it into the hole before anyone can stop him.

Both Dean and Bobby race towards the woman. Bryce throws her power before they can reach her, yanking the gun from her hand as her finger squeezes the trigger.

She hears gunshots and ducks, covering her head with her arms. She doesn't look up until Jake falls to the ground in front of her, blood spilling from his mouth. He doesn't look at her.

Sam stands over him, still aiming his gun. He empties three more shots into Jake's head. Blood splatters her.

Heavy silence falls over the graveyard, shifting gears from the crypt being the only sound. She slowly straightens to her height, and Sam finally looks at her. His eyes rake over her face, over the bruises and her split cheekbone. His face softens.

The gears lock into place, a loud click echoing over them.

"Oh, no," Bobby says.

"What is it?" The woman questions.

"It's Hell."

Dean moves forward and takes the gun. The door creaks and groans.

"Take cover, now!"

Sam grabs her, pulling her with him as he crouches behind a headstone. The door bursts open, and she feels it in her chest as Hell starts to escape. She feels the spirits climbing out, and she feels the boundary break. It burns in her throat. She curls around herself as her head starts pounding.

"The hell just happened?" Dean shouts.

"It's a door to Hell!" The older woman yells in response. "Come on, we gotta shut that gate!"

She feels Sam leave her side, not dragging her with him this time. Dean doesn't join the rest of them, standing just a few feet away from her. She looks up, and he's examining the cylinder. She already knows what he's learned.

One bullet.

She feels him as he appears. Dean notices, too, and spins around, not hesitating to point the gun. It immediately flies from his grasp into Azazel's hands. "Boys shouldn't play with daddy's guns."

Then Dean goes flying across the yard. Bryce gets to her feet as Azazel stalks towards him. She keeps a good distance, staying behind him. Sam comes running, and Azazel lifts an arm. He goes flying back, pinned to a tree. Bobby and the other woman struggle to close the gate.

Dean attempts to get up, blood dripping down his face from where he hit his head. Then Azazel pins him to the grave, on his back. He approaches, dropping to a crouch. "So, Dean, I've got to thank you. You see, demons can't resurrect people unless a deal is made, so, thanks to you, Sammy's back in rotation. I wasn't counting on that, but I'm glad. I liked him better than Jake anyhow."

She can hear his smirk, despite only seeing the back of his head. She turns her head slowly, to Sam pinned against the tree. His gaze switches between her and Dean.

"Hey, Bryce, hold on to this for me, will you?" He holds out the gun without looking back. She quickly moves forward and takes it, then moves back. She stares at the gun in her hand, trembling slightly. The gun that can kill him.

It can't be this easy.

She thinks of her life. The one she's never really lived. All this time, everything that's been done to her, everything she's survived and had to live with.

Time stops as her brain racks.

Is it worth it?

It won't erase her past. It won't erase everything she carries. But she'll carry it all the same, won't she? Isn't this her chance to stop it all? No more demons, no more orders, no more killing. No more monsters. Freedom. Will she ever get a chance like this again?

Memories swarm her mind. The worst ones, the better ones. The best ones she doesn't quite have. She can make good ones. She wants to make good ones. She can't while he's breathing.

She lifts her head towards Sam, and he gives a strained nod. Then she looks at Dean. He meets her gaze, tuning out whatever Azazel's saying.

She holds her breath and wraps both hands around the gun, carefully aiming with shaking arms. She'll never get another chance.

Dean grins, and she can tell Azazel has stopped speaking. His head tilts in confusion, a move she recognizes all too well. She cocks the gun. She'll never get another chance.

Time moves impossibly slow as Azazel gets to his feet and turns.

He barely gets a chance to look at her, to see, before she squeezes the trigger and shoots him between the eyes.

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author's note !!

i have too much fun leaving u guys on cliffhangers lmaooooo

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-skye