After Dean, Bobby and Ellen had entered the house, Sam had dropped his hand from my arm, and let it dangle by his side. My gaze went to Ellen as she was alive and well, I was glad that she was alive still, she has a good soul. But my gaze went to Dean and my eyes darkened, my expression turned sour. My eyes were deadly, and within seconds he turned to look at me, but his eyes held something, but once his eyes had connected to mine, my gaze went soft. I knew he was doing it for his brother, because Dean would be lost without him and I couldn't be mad at that...

They guided Ellen to the living room as we all followed, she sat down obvious shaken up with all that happened to her.  Bobby sits across from her in his chair, as Sam and Dean sit on the couch to the left of Bobby, watching Ellen. I had stood to Sam, my arms crossed over my chest, as I couldn't bare to look at either of them right now...

I hear pouring of a liquid and turned my head to see Bobby, pouting clear water from a sliver flask into a shot glass. As the shot glass was half-filled, Bobby pushes across the table, as it slides into her hand as she caught it.

"Bobby, is this really necessary?" Ellen had asked him, as she knew she wasn't a demon, but they had to make sure. I could sense that there was no demon in her.

"Just a belt of Holy Water. Shouldn't hurt," Bobby replied, as Ellen lifts the shot glass to her mouth then shots it and swallows the water.

"Whiskey now, if you don't mind," she states as she pushes the shot glass across the table back to Bobby.

"Ellen, what happened? How'd you get out?" Dean had asked her, as she turned to look at him.

"I wasn't suppose to. I was supposed to be in there with everybody else," she replies, as she scoffs, reliving the memory in her head. "But we ran out of pretzels, of all things-" Bobby had filled the shot glass and pushed it across the table to her. "-It was just dumb luck," she finished and picked up the shot glass and took a swing of the whiskey before exhaling sharply. "Anyway, that's when Ash called. Panic in his voice-" she sighs deeply. "-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 one more than fifteen minutes," there was trembles in her voice as she was upset.

"Sorry, Ellen," Sam had spoken gently.

"A lot of good people died in there. And I got to live," Ellen states as she began to tear up, as it was clear as day, but she scoff softly, as she thought of her living over dumb luck. "Lucky me,"

"Ellen, you mentioned a safe," Bobby states, bring her back to the matter of hand.

"A hidden safe we keep in the basement," Ellen said, her eyes went to Bobby.

"Demons get what was in it?"

"No," she replied, as she pulls out a map from inside her jacket pocket, unfolding it and setting it down onto the table, before pushing towards Dean as he grabs it and turns it the right way. I peer over to see the map having several marked locations with 'X's'.

"Wyoming. What does that mean?" Dean states clearly annoyed of not knowing what was in Wyoming, but I had a feeling that it wasn't anything good.

Thus was time for research...

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While later, we were all nose deep in different books, trying to figure out what the map that Ash did mean. I held a large book in my hands, reading over the contents. As I placed the book down onto the table, as there wasn't any useful information in it.

"I don't believe it," Bobby states as I took my gaze up from the table to see him coming from the other room, and placing the book down.

"What? You got something?" Sam asks, as him and Ellen gathered around the table.

"A lot more than that. Each of these X's-" Bobby points to the marks on the map. "-Is an abandoned frontier church - all mid-19th century. And all of them built by Samuel Colt,"

"Samuel Colt -- the demon-killing, gunmaking Samuel Colt?" Dean had asked. Witch killing as well, he wasn't in my good books...

"Yep. And there's more. He built private railway lines-" Bobby points to the at the different marks. "-connecting church to church," Bobby had grabbed a marker and began to draw on the map, like connecting dot to dot. "It just happens to lay out like this," as he finished connecting the lines it had made a giant pentagram or know as a Devil's trap. It's used for many things...

"Tell me that's not what I think it is," Dean states as he was quite shocked at it.

"It's a Devil's trap," I state to the group, leaning onto the table, using my hands as anchors.

"A 100-square mile Devil's trap," Sam had finished, as he casts his gaze to everyone in the group.

"That's brilliant. Iron lines demons can't cross," Dean states as he was impressed. I got to hand it to Samuel Colt, he was a master designer.

"I've never hear of anything that massive," Ellen had pipped up, as she was also surprised.

"No one has," Bobby had said, as it wasn't recorded anywhere or no one has ever heard of it.

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

"Definitely," Sam spoke after a moment, as we didn't know if they did. Dean had cast his gaze to his brother.

"How do you know?"

"All those omens Bobby found. I mean the demons, they must be circling and they can't get in," Sam was right, if the demons wanted in they would have by now.

"Sam's right," I begun as all eyes were on me. "If the demons wanted in they would have, but they're trying," I looked to each and everyone of them.

"Why? What's inside?" Ellen had asked the most important question of them all. What was actually inside this massive Devil's trap.

"That's what I've been looking for. And, uh, there's nothing except an old cowboy cemetery right in the middle," Dean had lent over and tapped his index finger right in the middle of the pentagram. As we all leaned in to look at the map, theories, questions, these all ran through our minds.

"Well what's so important about a cemetery or... what's Colt trying to protect?" Sam had wondered. But realisation had dawned over me, as I thought of all those variables.

"Well, unless..." Dean begun, as he was heading in the same direction as I was.

"Unless what?" Bobby had asked, his gaze on Dean.

"What if Colt wasn't trying to keep the demons out? What if he was trying to keep something in?" Dean states, as he had gotten to the punch line before I could. Though I didn't want to believe it was true, but I could be.

"What a comforting thought," I spoke with sarcasm in my voice, as my eyes traced over to Dean.

"Yeah, you think?" Dean replied as his eyes lingered on me for a second, before looking else where.

"Could they do it, Bobby? Could they get inside?" Sam had asked, but this was powerful so not a full-blood demon could get across.

"This thing's so powerful, you'd practically need an A-bomb to destroy it. No way a full-blood demon gets across," Bobby replies to us, as that was comforting to know.

"No," Sam states, as all eyes went to him, his expression daunting, as he realised something. "But I know who could," Sam's voice was worrying, and it didn't sit well with me. "Jake," was the only word he said, and the pieces fell together, for me.

Now it was time for gearing up and going out to stop the bitch...

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About an hour later, Bobby, Ellen and Sam was were gearing up and putting ammo into their guns, as Dean was off in the kitchen doing his own little thing. Now was my chance to talk to him about the whole Sam situation.

I quickly went forward and passed the arch way that went to into the kitchen, as Dean was standing loading his gun with bullets. "Dean," I state softly, as I got his attention and pulled him away from his gun. His eyes connected to mine, and by the expression on my face, he knew that something was wrong with me. "About Sam-"

"No," Dean had cut me off, his voice stern and meaningful, But that's not that answer I was looking for and I wasn't going to accept it.

"You and I know Bobby didn't patch him up, and somehow he's up and around," I raised my voice at him, but not loud enough for the others to hear. "Dean what did you do?!" I had asked, though I know what he did, I just wanted him to tell me the truth. Hear it straight from the horses mouth...

He looked hesitant, like he didn't want to tell me, his eyes gave off that vibe, that if he told me that I would look at him differently, but I wouldn't... I just continued to stare at him, until he caves under my pressure.

"I-I," he tried to form his words, his gaze had left my eyes, as he just couldn't tell me.

"You made a deal, didn't you?" My voice was gentle as he didn't bring his gaze back to me as I spoke. "How long did they give you?" I asked, but there was no response from him, just dead silence. "How long, Dean!" I raised my voice at him, grabbing his attention.

"One year," Dean replied as he met my gaze, as my heart sank to the bottom of my stomach. I let out a shaky breath, as I didn't know what emotion to feel. Anger? Sad? I had a mixture of them both right now. My own gaze had turned away from him, as I couldn't handle his sweet, alluring eyes right now. "Gabby, please don't tell Sam," his voice was serious and meant it.

But tears threaten my eyes, as I turned back to face him and he noticed as his eyes went soft with his facial expression. Something inside of me bubbled up with anger, and with a quick draw of my right hand, I slapped Dean across the face, making his head turn with the way of the slap. The 'clap' sound echoed in the kitchen for a moment, as a tear slid down my cheek, my hand dropped back to my side. He took the slap like a man, his expression blank as he saw it coming...

"I gain one but lose the other. How is that fair?" I had asked Dean, my voice was emotionless, as he slowly turned back to face me. But I didn't let him response, as I left the kitchen and him standing there, his eyes burning in the back of my skull as he watches me leave.

The universe seems to be hating right now. Takes Sam, but then gives him back, but now taking Dean instead. How is that fair, for myself and Sam...

It isn't...