Bobby, wearing a bathrobe and ball cap, sits in a wheelchair and stares out the window. Sam and I watch him from the doorway until Dean arrives with a manila envelope in hand. "It's been like three days now?" Dean said, questioning, and Sam sighs as I nod. Ever since Bobby found out he wouldn't be able to walk again, he hasn't really been talking to either of us. "We got to cheer him up." I said.

"Maybe I'll give him a backrub." Dean said. "Dean." Sam said, exasperated. "Well, what, then?" Dean asked, annoyed. "Look...we might have to wrap our heads around the idea that Bobby might not just bounce back this time." Sam said and I look at the envelope in Dean’s hand, which says X-Ray.

"What's in the envelope?" I asked him. "Went to radiology." Dean said and he opens the envelope and pulls out the contents. "Got some glamour shots." he said and he hands me and Sam the contents of the envelope, which is a chest X-ray with strange writing on the ribs.

"Let's just say the doctors are baffled." Dean said as Sam and I examine the writing, which is in Enochian. "Holy crap." Sam mutters. "Yeah, well, Cas carved you one, too." Dean said then he looks over at me. And I'm sure Ariel carved you." Dean said and Sam's phone rings.

"Hello? ...Castiel?" Sam answered and I look over at Dean. "Speak of the devil." I said and he nods. "Ah, St. Martin's Hospital. Why? What are you—Cas?" Sam said then he hangs up his phone.

Minutes later, Castiel walks up to us. "Cell phone, Cas? Really? Since when do angels need to reach out and touch someone?" Dean asked him. "You're hidden from angels now—all angels. I won't be able to simply—" Castiel started to say until Bobby speaks up. "Enough foreplay." Bobby yells and we looked over at him.

"Get over here and lay your damn hands on." Bobby demanded but nobody moves and Bobby looks over at us over his shoulder. "Get healing. Now." he yelled. "I can't." Castiel said and Bobby turns his chair to face Castiel. "Say again?" he asked, angrily,  and Castiel walks up to him. "I'm cut off from heaven and much of heaven's power. Certain things I can do. Certain things I can't." he informed.

"You're telling me you lost your mojo just in time to get me stuck in this trap the rest of my life?" Bobby asked, angrily. "I'm sorry." Castiel said. "What about Ariel?" I asked Castiel, who looks over at me. "She's...weak, pretty much like me." Castiel said. "Well, you and her can shove it up your ass." Bobby growls at Castiel then turns back to the window.

"At least he's talking now." Dean said as he turns to us. "I heard that." Bobby yelled and Castiel comes up to us. "I don't have much time. We need to talk." he said. "Okay." Dean said. "Your plan to kill Lucifer." Castiel said. "Yeah. You want to help?" Dean asked. "No. It's foolish. It can't be done." Castiel said, shaking his head slightly. "Oh. Thanks for the support." I said, sarcastically. 

"But Ariel and I believe we have the solution. There is someone besides Michael strong enough to take on Lucifer. Strong enough to stop the apocalypse." Castiel said. "Who's that?" Sam asked. "The one who resurrected me and Ariel and put you on that airplane. The one who began everything. God." Castiel said and Sam, Dean and I give each other skeptical looks. "I'm gonna find God." Castiel said and Dean closes the hospital room door and turns back to him.

"God?" I asked, disbelieving. "Yes." Castiel said. "God." Dean said, in a similar disbelieving tone as mine. "Yes! He isn't in heaven. He has to be somewhere." Castiel said. "Try New Mexico. I hear he's on a tortilla." Dean joked. "No, he's not on any flatbread." Castiel said, obviously not taking the joke.

"Listen, Chuckles, even if there is a God, he is either dead—and that's the generous theory—" Dean said but Castiel speaks over him. "He is out there, Dean." he said, firmly. "—or he's up and kicking and doesn't give a rat's ass about any of us." Dean said and Castiel glares. "I mean, look around you, man. The world is in the toilet. We are literally at the end of days here, and he's off somewhere drinking booze out of a coconut. All right?" Dean said.

"Enough. This is not a theological issue. It's strategic. With God's help, we can win." Castiel said. "It's a pipe dream, Cas." Dean said and Castiel advances on him. "Ariel and I killed two angels this week. Our brothers. Both of us are hunted. We rebelled. And we did it, all of it, for you, and you failed. You, your brother and your friend destroyed the world and I lost everything, for nothing. So keep your opinions to yourself." Castiel said to Dean, angrily, and Sam and I look down in defeat at this

"You didn't drop in just to tear us a new hole. What is it you want?" Bobby asked him. "I did come for something. An amulet." Castiel said. "An amulet? What kind?" I asked as I look up at him. "Very rare. Very powerful. It burns hot in God's presence. It'll help me find him." Castiel replied. "A God EMF?" Sam asked and Castiel nods.

"Well, I don't know what you're talking about. I got nothing like that." Bobby said. "I know. You don't." Castiel said then he looks at Dean and he drops his gaze a bit then looks back up. Dean looks down at himself and gestures to his amulet. "What, this?" Dean asked.

"May I borrow it?" Castiel asked. "No." Dean said, firmly. "Dean. Give it to me." Castiel demanded and Dean stays silent for a moment, thinking, then takes off the amulet. "All right, I guess." he said and he holds it out then pulls back when Castiel reaches for it. "Don't lose it." he said and Castiel takes it.

"Great. Now I feel naked." Dean grumbles. "I'll be in touch." Castiel said and Dean nods then glances at me and Sam then back to see Castiel is gone. "When you find God, tell him to send legs!" Bobby yells into the air and I sigh at this.

Sometime later, Bobby's phone rings and he picks it up. "Hello? I can't hear you." Bobby said into his phone, his brow furrowed. "Where are you? Colora—Colorado? River Pass, Colorado?" Bobby asked,  almost like he was having a hard time hearing the person at the other end.
The boys and I share a look as Bobby said. "Rufus? You there? Ruf—Rufus?" Then he pulls the phone away and turns to look at us, concern and fear etched over his face.

We drive up to the bridge then stop just short of the part of the bridge that isn't there. The boys and I get out for a closer look and I kick a rock over the edge. It looks difficult enough to get a person across with any margin of safety; getting the car across looked like it will be impossible. "This is the only road in or out." I said and Sam pulls out his cell phone and holds it up. "No signal." he notes.

"Rufus was right. Demons got this place locked down." Dean said and Sam sighs. "Looks like we're hiking in." Sam said. "And the hits just keep on coming." Dean said, upset, and I pat his stomach. "Eh, you need the walking, get rid of all the burgers you've eaten." I joked. "Oh, gee, thanks. I love you too, sweetheart." Dean said, sarcastically, and I stick my tongue out at him as we go around the Impala and he opens the trunk.

We walk along the street, carrying guns and bags and scanning the area. The near side of the street has a sporting goods store advertising ammo, rods and reels, and a thirty percent sale for Pioneers Day; the far side is residential. There is no sign of anyone other than me and the boys.

Dean goes to examine a blue two-door sedan that is overturned in the street. Sam approaches the car from the far side, gun ready. But then he shakes his head: the car's empty. They straighten up and we move on. A sprinkler is running in front of one of the houses, whatever happened to clear the area happened fast enough that no one turned it off.

There was another car in the street, this one tan and the right way up. The driver's door is open, the engine is running, and the radio playing Spirit in the Sky. We approach this car, guns ready but it's empty and Sam turns the engine off and we walk on. We pause at a gleaming red classic Mustang. I lose interest when I see it's empty; Dean admires it for a moment and whistles.

Something sparks at the gas station, a driver's door of a silver four-door stands open while also a large hole in the windshield, a baby stroller next to the door and a great deal of blood in front of and leading away from the door. The boys and I approach, then scan the area again. 

We hear a gun cock behind us and we turn, leveling our shotguns but immediately lower them. "Ellen?" Sam said as we look at Ellen, who had a gun aimed at us. "Hello, boys and (y/n)." She greets as she lowers her gun and walks closer to us.

"Ellen, what the heck's going on here?" Dean asked but then Ellen splashes Dean in the face with holy water and raises her gun. Dean closes his eyes for a moment, letting Ellen see that the water is neither boiling nor burning him. "We're us." Dean said and Ellen lowers her gun and walks between us to the church.

We get closer to the church and I noticed the line of salt across the threshold. We all walked over it, no problem, and I look over my shoulder, once inside, to see the Devil's Trap was drawn inside the doorway.

"Real glad to see you three." Ellen said to us as she turns to face us then she hugs Dean, pulls back and slaps him. "Ow!" Dean exclaimed in pain. "The can of whoopass I ought to open on you. You can't pick up a phone? What are you, allergic to giving me peace of mind? I got to find out that you're alive from Rufus?" Ellen asked, angrily. "Sorry, Ellen." Dean said, apologetically.

"Yeah, you better be. You better put me on speed dial, kid." She demanded. "Yes, ma'am." Dean said then she turns around to lead us further inside. Dean glances back at me and Sam, I shrug, and we follow her down the stairs.

"What's going on, Ellen?" I asked her. "More than I can handle alone." She replied. "How many demons are there?" I asked. "Pretty much the whole town, minus the dead people and these guys." Ellen said as she stops at the closed door and turns back.

"So, this is it, right? End times?" She asked and the boys and I share a glance. "It's got to be." she said. "Seems like it." Sam said then Ellen turns to the door and knocks on it. "It's me." she said and the peephole opens, where we see a pair of eyes looking at us then it shuts and the door opens, letting us inside.

There was a good amount of people inside. A pastor, an older man, a young man with his arm around a pregnant woman, a short-haired man, a long bearded man, a man with glasses, a young woman and a shaggy-haired man. The man that opened the door for us goes to shut it then stands next to a bookshelf, holding a rifle.

"This is Sam, Dean and (y/n). They're hunters. Here to help." Ellen said. "You guys hip to this whole demon thing?" the man, that opened the door for us, asked. "Yeah. Are you?" Dean asked. "My wife's eyes turned black. She came at me with a brick. Kind of makes you embrace the paranormal." the shaggy-haired man said and he brings his right hand to his chin, contemplating his ring.

"All right, catch us up." Dean said to Ellen as he turns to her. "I doubt I know much more than you. Rufus called. Said he was in town investigating omens. All of a sudden, the whole town was possessed. Me and Jo were nearby—" Ellen explains and I furrow my brow. "You're hunting with Jo?" I asked her. "Yeah, for a while now. We got here, and the place—well, the place was like you see it. Couldn't find Rufus, then me and Jo got separated. I was out looking when I found you." she replied. 

"Don't worry, we'll find her." Dean said. "Either way, these people cannot just sit here." Sam said as the pregnant woman startles and the shaggy-haired man plays with his ring. "We got to get them out now." Sam said. "No, it's not that easy. I've been trying. We already made a run for it once." Ellen said. 

"What happened?" I asked her. "There used to be twenty of us." she said and we check the room, excluding me, the boys and Ellen, there were only ten people left. "Well, there's four of us now—" Dean said but Ellen shakes her head. "You don't know what it's like out there. Demons are everywhere. We won't be able to cover everybody." she said.

"What if we get everyone guns?" Sam suggested. "What, are you gonna arm up baby bump over here?" Dean asked him as he gestures to the nervous looking pregnant woman. "More salt we can fire at once, more demons we can keep away." Sam said and Dean glances at him then me.

"There's a sporting goods store we passed on Main on the way in. I bet they got guns." he said and we drop our bags. "All right. You stay. We'll go." Sam said to Ellen. "What about—" Ellen started to say but I say. "If Jo and Rufus are out there, we'll bring them back." 

The rifle carrying man opens the door and we leave but then Dean holds out a hand. "Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Hold on." he said and we stop at the foot of the stairs. "Why don't (y/n) and I just go?" Dean said. "What?" Sam asked, disbelieving. Well, somebody's got to stay here and start giving them Shotgun 101." Dean said. "Yeah. Ellen." Sam said and he stqrts to go upstairs but Dean reaches out to stop him.

"No no no. It's gonna go a lot faster if you stay and help, okay?" Dean said. "While you two go get guns and salt and look for Jo and Rufus? That's stupid." Sam said. "We can handle it." Dean said and I look between the boys while Sam pauses.

"You don't want me going out there." He said, realizing. "I didn't say that." Dean said. "Around demons." Sam said. "I didn't say that." Dean said, again. "Fine, then let's go." Sam said, sternly, and he heads upstairs.

We walk outside and to the streets when Sam turns to us. "I'll get the salt. You two get the guns." he said. "We'll go together." Dean said. "Dean, it's right there. Can we at least do this like professionals?" Sam asked and I sigh. "For the love of God, I'll go with Sam. Dean, you can get the guns." I said and Dean gives me a look that said are you sure? I nod and Sam and I raise our guns anguns and for the Quick-Mart at the corner of St. Olaf and Riverside. 

"You know, I don't need a babysitter, (y/n)." Sam said, sounding a bit annoyed. "I know you don't, Sam, but...I guess...your brother and I are just worried about you. Well, I think your brother is more worried, maybe scared." I said, shrugging. 

“He’s scared I’m gonna start another apocalypse?” Sam asked, with sarcasm in his tone. “That’s not what I meant.” I replied, a little bit annoyed. “We can’t work like this. I know I screwed up and broke his trust. But I can’t do anything without you or him watching me.” Sam said. “I know, I’ll talk to him when this is all over.” I said. “Like he’s gonna listen.” Sam grumbled. 

“Sam.” I said, exasperated. “Sorry it’s just everything going on between us. It’s all so frustrating. Maybe it would be better that I leave.” Sam suggested. “What? Why would you think that?” I asked. “I feel like Dean is judging me every time he looks at me. I can’t even breathe around him without setting him off.” Sam explained. “Just give him time.” I said.

“You know Dean, we’ll be waiting till hell freezes over.” Sam said. “Sam your his little brother. Despite everything that has happened, your still his brother. He cares about you and he doesn’t want to lose you.” I said. Sam look over at me and I gave him a reassuring smile. “He’ll come around. Like I said, just give him time.” I said as we enter the store.

Sam and I fill up a couple of plastic bags with cans of rock salt when we hear the door chime. We pause and stand up to see two black-eyed demons have entered, one carrying a baseball bat and the other a backpack. We duck and find the mirror to watch them.

Sam's shotgun is sitting on top of a row of Campbell's cans while I hold up my shotgun. Sam reaches for it and draws the attention of the demon collecting bottles of water, who rushes at him. "Sam!" I exclaimed as they fight, slamming each other into shelves. I go to raise my gun when the second demon slams me down the on the ground, my gun sliding out of my hands and across the floor.

I try to get up but the demon punched me in the face a couple of time then grabbed my neck and starts to choke me. Then a blade sticks through the demon's neck and a bit of blood spills on my face. I turn my head as the demon dies and is thrown off of me. I look up to see it was Sam and he holds a hand out to me.

I take it and he pulls me up on my feet. "Thanks, Sam." I said but I noticed that Sam was more interested in the blood on the blade. He turns the blade, watching the blood flow, and runs his thumb along the blade, collecting a bit of blood. "Sam." I said to him, warningly, but he doesn't hear me as he continues to stare at the blood.

"Sam!" I shouted and grab his arm and he, finally, turns to face me. His eyes widen at me as I go to take the blade away from him. "Easy there, tiger." I said to him, calmly, as I get the blade away from him then we hear the door chime.

We whip our heads towards the door then duck down and watch the mirror. It was Dean. "Sammy? (y/n)?" He calls out and we stand up. Dean comes into the aisle and sees the demons dead on the floor and the blood dripping off the knife in my hand.

Later, we were training the remaining survivors with guns. "Okay, all right." One of the guys said and Ellen walks up to him. "Roger, hang on a second—" she said but Roger fumbles and drops the shell. "Sorry." he said while Sam and I demonstrate loading a shotgun for the young man and the pregnant woman. "—then snap it in." I instruct them. And I look over and see Dean setting down a rifle to another guy, Austin, who then disassembling the gun.

Later, Sam and I sit in the corner then Dean comes over. "Hey." he said to us. "Hey." Sam and I said and Dean sits down. "What's wrong?" Dean asked him and Sam looks down. "It's just...at the store. Those demons were possessing teenagers. I mean, I had to stab some kid's throat." Sam said.

"Come on, Sam, you had to. That demon had me by the throat." I said to him as I placed a hand on his shoulder. "I know. I just...it used to be like..." Sam said but then pauses. "I just wish I could save people like I used to." he said.

"What, you mean when you were all hopped up on demon blood?" Dean asked him. "I didn't say that." Sam said as we hear footsteps. "I'll be back." Ellen said and we look up to see her standing in front of us.

"Where you going?" I asked her. "I can't sit here on my ass. My daughter's out there somewhere. I'm not back in half an hour, go. Get these people out of here." Ellen said and the three of us stand up. "No, wait. I'll go with you." Sam said. "Whoa, hold on. Can I talk to you for a second?" Dean said and he and Sam leave the room.

Ellen looks over at me. "Is everything okay between them?" She asked me and I sighed. "Alot of things have happened since we saw you last." I said. "That bad, huh?" She asked and I nod just as we heard a scuffle happening. I turn my head and see Sam had slammed Dean into the wall.

"Damn it." I grumble as I run to the boys. "If you actually think I—" he growls and I come up to him and place a hand on his shoulder. "Sam, please." I pleaded and he stops and turns his head to me. He stares at me for a moment then back at Dean before he takes a few steps back and walks back in the room with Ellen.

Sam and Ellen left awhile ago and we were all sitting and waiting. Dean was pacing around the room while the pregnant woman lies on the cot, the young man sitting next to her, the pastor, this older woman, the short-haired man and a young woman sit at the table. Austin stands near them and I was leaning against the wall as I watch Dean pacing.

"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He layeth me down in green pastures, and he raiseth me up again. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil." The Pastor recites to the people as Dean passes me again for the umpteenth time. "Dean...please sit down. You pacing makes me nervous." I said. "I can't, (y/n). Just...knowing Sam's out there..." Dean grumbles. "Dean, I know he's broken our trust but he has to start on building it back up." I said and Dean turns to me. 

“(Y/n), he pick a demon over us. He started the friggin’ apocalypse!” Dean exclaimed. “I’m aware of this.” I said, calmly. “What? We’re just supposed to hold hands and sing Disney songs together, like the world isn’t falling apart around us because of him?” Dean asked, angrily. “Dean please…” I pleaded, trying to get a word in.

“No! That kid has really screwed up this time. Like Bobby said, this thing doesn’t get forgiven.” Dean said and I glared at him. “That wasn’t even Bobby, that was a demon possessing him!” I yelled. “Doesn’t make it any less true.” Dean replied and I stared at him in disbelief. “You're being ununbelievably dfficult here.” I growled. “Yeah, well, the world is ending, sorry if I’m not in the mood to be nice.” Dean sneered, turning away about to continue his pacing.

“What if it was me?” I asked, suddenly. “What?” Dean asked, stopping and turning to face me again. “What if I was in Sam’s place. Would you treat me like how you’re treating, Sam?” I asked. “I’m not going to answer that.” Dean replied. “Why not?” I asked. “Because it’s ridiculous! You wouldn’t have done what Sam did.” Dean said and I sigh.

“Actually I think I would. I wanted to kill Lilith just as bad a Sam did, maybe even more. I wanted her dead for what she did to you so bad, that I wouldn’t have cared what I would need to do to make it happen. In his place, I would’ve done the exact same thing.” I explained and Dean stares at me.

“So. Would I be on a short leash if I had started the apocalypse instead?” I asked, Dean continued staring at me for a moment and then shakes his head turning away, not giving me an answer. “That’s what I thought.” I mumbled under my breath.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Dean and I startle at this as does everyone. Dean opens the peephole, moves what's blocking the door, and opens the door. Ellen comes in, alone. "Where's Sam?" Dean asked her. Ellen shakes her head and sits down next to the young woman, who passes her a bottle of water. "They took him? Demons took him? Oh my God. What if they're in here? The demons?" the woman asked, panicked.

"Could they get in?" the pastor asked. "No." I said and Dean grabs a shotgun and heads for the door. "Everybody sit tight. We got to—" Dean said but I go over to him and place a hand on his arm. "Dean..." I said, worried, and he stops, looks at me, grimaces then goes over to the table. I follow him. "Okay, we need to get a plan together. Tell me everything." he said and we started to think up a plan.

"Dean, one of them's in Jo. We got to get it out without hurting her." Ellen said as her, Dean and I sit at the table sometime later. Then she snorts. "It called me a bitch." she said, upset. "Bruise a little easy, don't you think?" I said, questioning. "No, that's not what I meant. It called me a black-eyed bitch." she said and Dean and I share a look.

"What kind of demons are these? Holy water and salt roll right off. My daughter may be an idiot, but she's not stupid. She wears an anti-possession charm. It's all kind of weird, right?" She asked. "The whole thing's off." Dean said. "What's your instinct?" Ellen asked. "My instinct? My instinct is to call Bobby and ask for help. Or Sam." Dean said and I nod. "Well, tough. All you two got's me, and all I got's both of  you. So let's figure it out." she said. "All right." Dean and I said and Ellen smiles. 

"Do you know why Rufus came to town? Was there a specific omen?" I asked her. "He said something about water. That's all I know." She replied then Dean turns to the pastor. "Padré, you know what she's talking about—the water?" he asked him. "The river. Ran polluted all of a sudden." he replied.

"When?" I asked. "Last Wednesday. And the demon thing started up the next day." said the Pastor. "Anything else? Anything." Dean asked. "Maybe, but it's pretty random." he said. "Good. Random's good." I said.

"Shooting star—does that count?" the pastor asked and Dean, Ellen and I look at each other. "Real big. Same night. Wednesday." Austin added. "That definitely counts." Dean said and he stands up and goes to the bookshelf. He brings a Bible back to the table and searches through it.

"So, uh, you think that all this comes from outer space?" Austin asked. "This isn't X-Files, pal." Dean said and he finds the passage he wants and reads it aloud. "And there fell a great star from heaven, burning like a torch, and it fell upon the river, and the name of the star was Wormwood. And many men died." He reads and the Pastor has a look of worry on his face. 

"Revelation eight ten. Are you saying that this is about the apocalypse?" He asked. "You could say. And these specific omens, they're prelude to what?" Dean asked. "The Four Horsemen." The pastor said. "And which one rides the red horse?" Dean asked. "War." the Pastor said and I look at Dean and Ellen.

"That cherry Mustang parked on Main." I said and Ellen nods. "You can't think that a car—" the pastor started to say. "It's the way I'd roll. I mean, think about it. It all makes sense. If War is a dude and he's here, maybe he's messing with our heads." Dean said. "Turning us on each other." I said and Dean nods then he turns to Ellen. "You said Jo called you a black-eyed bitch. They think we're demons, we think they're demons. What if there are no demons at all and we're all just killing each other?" he asked.

"Wait, just back up. It's the apocalypse?" The pastor asked, fearfully. "Sorry, Padré." Dean said and the pastor blinks several times.

"So now you're saying that there are no demons and war is a guy." Austin said, confused. "You believed crazy before." Dean said then someone hammers the door. "Open up! It's Roger!" a voice shouts and Austin checks the peephole and lets Roger in. He's breathing hard, as if he's been running.

"I saw them, the demons. They know we're trying to leave. They said they're gonna pick us off one by one." Roger said, panicked. "Wait wait wait. What?" I asked. "I thought you said there were no demons." Austin said to Dean. "There's not." Dean said and I turn to Roger.

"Where did you go?" I asked him, suspiciously. "I thought someone should go out and see what's going on!" Roger exclaims. "Where did you see the demons and what did they say exactly?" Dean asked. "We just sit here, we're going to be dead." Austin said and Dean turns to him. "No, we're not!" he shouts.

"They're gonna kill us unless we kill them first." Roger said. "Hold on. Hold on." I said, trying to keep the peace. "No, man, we got people to protect. All right, the able-bodied go hunt some demons." Austin said as he picks up a shotgun and hands it to the young man.

"Whoa whoa whoa. Slow your roll. This is not a demon thing." Dean said then I noticed that Roger holds up his right hand and twists his ring, then points ttome, Dean and Ellen. "Look at their eyes! They're demons!" he shouts and the pregnant woman gasps and the pastor  raises a shotgun.

"Go, go!" Dean shouts to me and Ellen and we turn and run as I hear a shotgun blast at the door. "Move!" Dean shouts as we run.

*3rd Person POV*

One of the people in the group loads salt canisters into a backpack while Austin loads a shotgun. "Those are real." Roger, or should we say War, said to Austin, questioning. "Those three could have been demons the entire time. All this salt and holy water talk—as far as I'm concerned, it's all crap." Austin said. "Are you sure?" War asked. "It's them or us." Austin said. 

"I think I saw some knives in the kitchen." War tells him. "Great. Go." Austin said as he finishes assembling the gun while War smiles to himself.

Over at the base camp, Rufus ties a wire around the latch on a closed window while Jo holds two bombs. "Hey, Rufus." She said. "Yeah." Rufus said. "Pipe bombs won't kill a demon." Jo said, in a questioning way. Rufus checks the wire; it's attached to another bomb. "Right. But in my experience, demons come at you slower if they're in a body with no limbs." Rufus said then he goes to close the curtains.

"One of them is in my mother." Jo said, upset, and Rufus turns to her. "Jo, listen to me. You know I'm gonna do everything I can. Your mom's gonna be okay." Rufus assures her and Jo nods. "Unless she comes through that window." she said and Rufus holds out a hand then Jo gives him the next bomb.

The church door opens and Austin comes out, scans the area, and holds the door open. "All right, let's move." Austin said and he, the young man and woman and War follow him, all of them holding shotguns.

Jo and Rufus load shotguns when an explosion goes off; Jo and Rufus duck. They look at each other, then ready guns to go have a look. The front room is devastated and empty and Rufus peers through the windows. Someone grabs Rufus and pulls him through the window. "Rufus!" Jo shouts then someone else grabs Jo from behind.

Rufus comes through the window then Dean and (y/n) slam him to the ground. J and Ellen fight until Ellen pins Jo to the wall. "Now you listen up, Joanna Beth Harvelle." she said, sternly.

Dean and (y/n) haul Rufus up and slams him against the wall. "Listen to me. We are not demons. Think, Rufus. All those omens." Dean said. "You go to hell." Rufus growls and he kicks Dean in the crotch and before Rufus could do anything else, (y/n) shoves him harder against the wall.

"Rufus! The polluted water, the shooting star, the red Mustang—it's War. I'm telling you, it's War." She yelled at him. "You're damn right it is." Rufus said and he punches (y/n) in the face and goes for the gun but Dean tackles him.

"The Horseman!" Dean yells.

"Horseman?" Rufus asked, confused. "Yes. He's turning us against each other. You're hallucinating." Dean said and Rufus stares at Dean and (y/n), their black eyes fades into their normal eyes.

"The Horseman. War." Rufus said, realization. "Yes." Dean and (y/n) said and Rufus looks to each side. "Did you figure this out all by yourself, genius?" Rufus asked, sarcastically. "Yep, he's back." (Y/n) said.

Dean, (y/n) and Rufus burst inside as Ellen turns and levels a shotgun. "Whoa, whoa!" Dean and (y/n) said and Ellen looks between them. "We all on the same page?" she asked and the trio look at each other and nod.
"Good." Rufus said as Jo walks up behind Ellen. "Hi, Jo." Dean greets as (y/n) waves at her. "Hey." Jo said, waving back. "Okay, we got to find War before everybody in this town kills each—" (y/n) started to say until there was gunshots and everyone ducks down.

"Damn it! Where's Sam?" Dean asked. "Upstairs." Rufus said as Ellen gives Jo the shotgun. "Take this." she said and Dean and (y/n) rush in one direction while Ellen went another.

Outside, Austin, who was firing at the house with his rifle, ducks down behind the car, huddling with the others. "All right, you three go around back. Take the alley." Austin instructs.

Dean and (y/n) enter a room to see Sam alone in the room, tied up. "Guys. It's not demons." Sam said. "It's War." all three of them said. "I just can't figure out how he's doing it." Dean said as he cuts Sam free.

"The ring." Sam said. "The ring—that's right. He turned it right before he made everybody hallucinate and go hellbitch." (Y/n) said. "Right." Sam said, nodding, as he gets free from his restraints. "We got to move. Come on." Dean said and the trio run out

Austin exchanges bullets with another young man in an upper window of the house. The older woman crosses herself and folds her hands whole the shaggy-haired manhurries along behind a fence. The young man peers around a corner as anothet man shoots at him; he pulls back, keeping the pregnant behind him. The shaggy-haired man and the other man exchange fire.

"People, cease fire!" Rufus shouts. "Stop shooting! Stop!" Rufus shouts then he takes the gun from the other man and slams him in the head with it. "I'm getting too old for this." he grumbles.

The other young man aims out the window at the Pastor and the young woman, who run to shelter behind a trailer. The Pastor comes out and the young man fires. The bullet goes straight through the Pastor, who falls. "Father!" the young woman screams and she runs out to the Pastor, sobbing.

The other young man fires again and misses, then aims more carefully. Ellen approaches, pressing something to the Pastor's wound and the young woman looks up. "I'm not what you think, honey. Come on, keep this right here." she instructs her.

Rufus comes up behind the other young man, taking his gun. "Stop firing usually means stop firing." Rufus yells then he leaves.

Austin grabs Ellen and throws her down, aiming at her face. He pulls the trigger: out of bullets. Ellen grabs the gun then Austin pulls a knife. Both drop the gun in favor of struggling over the knife.

War walks up to the red Mustang and he looks back over his shoulder and sees nothing. He reaches for the door and Sam, (y/n) and Dean grab him, which makes War laugh. Sam draws Ruby's knife as Dean and (y/n) hold War.

"Whoa. Okay. That's a sweet little knife. But come on. You can't kill war, kiddos." War said. "Oh, we know." Dean said and Sam slams War's right hand against the Mustang and cuts all four fingers off. The ring clinks on the pavement.

Austin calms down and Ellen, who no longer appears black-eyed, eases him off of her. The young man puts his head in his hands. Rufus comes down the stairs and nods at Jo. (Y/n) leans down and picks up the ring and War and the red Mustang are gone which make Sam, (y/n) and Dean look for them.

*(y/n)'s POV*

The boys and I sit at a picnic table while I hold up the ring. "So, pit stop at Mount Doom?" I asked, sarcastically,  and Dean shakes his head. "God, you're a nerd." He mutters while Sam is silent, pensive.
"Guys—" Sam said and Dean shakes his head. "Sam, let's not." Dean said. "No, listen. This is important. I know you guys don't trust me." Sam said and Dean looks away. "Sam..." I whispered and Sam shakes his head a bit.

"Just, now I realize something. I don't trust me either." he said and Dean and I look up. "From the minute I saw that blood, only thought in my head...and I tell myself it's for the right reasons, my intentions are good, and it, it feels true, you know? But I think, underneath...I just miss the feeling. I know how messed up that sounds, which means I know how messed up I am. Thing is, the problem's not the demon blood, not really. I mean, I, what I did, I can't blame the blood or Ruby or...anything. The problem's me. How far I'll go. There's something in me that...scares the hell out of me, guys. In the last couple of days, I caught another glimpse..." Sam said.

"So what are you saying?" I asked him. "I'm in no shape to be hunting. I need to step back, 'cause I'm dangerous. Maybe it's best we just...go our separate ways." Sam said and I frown at this while Dean considers this.

"Well, I think you're right." he said and Sam looks at him, shocked. "I was expecting a fight." Sam said. "The truth is I spend more time worrying about you than about doing the job right. And I just, I can't afford that, you know? Not now." Dean said and Sam nods. "I'm sorry, guys." Sam said and I frown and place a hand on his hand.

"We know you are, Sam." I said and Sam moves to stand up. "Hey, do you, uh, wanna take the Impala?" Dean asked him. "It's okay." Sam said and he stands up, takes a few steps, and turns back.

"Take care of yourself, guys." Sam said and I felt some tears run down my cheeks. "Yeah, you too, Sammy." Dean said. "Be safe." I said to Sam and he nods. "You too." He said and he walks to the Impala, grabs his backpack out of the back seat, and walks over to the pickup truck parked nearby. He says something inaudible to the driver and gets in the passenger side. The truck drives off.

Dean and I watch it go and I wipe the tears off of my face.