Author's Note: Okay this is it. The last chapter. I really hope that everyone likes it

Chapter 22. Epilogue

Sam had been relieved after Doctor Lincoln had seen Dean and told them that if he did what he was told for the night they could leave the next afternoon. Dean had almost grumbled at having to stay another night but one look at the doctor and Sam told him that if he didn't keep his complaints to himself he wouldn't be getting out of there for the whole week.

Sam was now driving back towards the hospital in his brother's Chevy Impala. He was surprised Dean had allowed him to wait till after lunch to go pick up the car. He had gotten a Taxi up to the car and the driver had looked at him strange when he had asked to be dropped off halfway way up. Thankfully the car was still sitting where they left it no worse for wear.

Sam turned into the Hospital parking lot and managed to find a car park close to the entrance. He shut off the engine and looked down at his watch and saw that it was almost two pm. He was just in time to pick up Dean.

He climbed out of the car and locked the door behind him, heading into the building. He stopped off at the candy machine and bought a packet of peanut M&M's for his brother and a Snickers bar for himself and then continued on to his brother's room.

Upon entering his brother's room he found Dean sitting on top of the covers tapping his fingers on his legs impatiently.

"Dude what took you so long?" he asked and gingerly stood up, catching the clothes that Sam threw to him.

"I had to go get the car, go back to the motel and get our things … your lucky I don't make you walk out wearing the scrubs."

Dean ignored what his brother was saying and concentrated on getting dressed, which proved to be a lot more work than what he thought it would be. His back was still sore and his body was still stiff. Sam reached out to help but was slapped away.

"Dude I can dress myself … I'm not a kid."

"Fine," Sam said putting his hands up in surrender.

It was slow going but eventually Dean managed to put on his over shirt. He looked down at his feet now that he was dressed and realized that he still needed to put on his shoes and he really didn't want to have to ask Sam to help him.

Sam saw him looking down at his feet and realized what the hold up was. Dean might be feeling much better but it was going to be a struggle to bend over and put socks and shoes on. Before Dean could argue Sam knelt down and put Dean's socks and shoes on.

"Well that's embarrassing." Dean commented when Sam finished.

"Well it was better than waiting for you to do it."

"I could have done it." Dean answered indignantly.

"Sure you could have. You ready?"

"More than ready … lets get out of here."

Dean made his way slowly towards the door. Sam followed his brother down the corridor in silence. He had to admit that he was a little disappointed that Rachel hadn't come down here or at least got back to him. But he wasn't about to tell Dean that he had called her. He was just glad that they were going to be on their way and hopefully with time moving on from the events that had occurred in the last couple of weeks.


Sam waited at the admissions desk as Dean signed all the appropriate forms. Luckily they hadn't caught on to their fake insurance cards yet.

"Well that's all done let's get out of here." Dean said getting Sam's attention.

The brothers walked out the hospital side by side, Dean a little slower than usual but Sam was glad to see that with every step his brother seemed stronger.

They were almost to the car when they heard someone call out to them.

"Sam, Dean!"

Both their heads turned in the direction of the voice. Both looked utterly shocked as they watched Rachel jogging towards them.

"Thank god I caught you before you left." She exclaimed once she came to a stop in front of them.

"Hey Rachel, how are ya doing?" Dean asked not entirely sure what to say.

"I'm getting there."

"What brought you back?" Sam asked hesitantly.

Rachel looked up at Sam and gave him a small smile, "I thought about what you said and I wanted to catch Dean before he left."

There was an awkward silence and Sam thought that maybe he should leave them alone to talk, as much as he wanted to hear what she had to say.

"I gonna go and get us some soda's for the trip … I'll be back." He told them walking off towards the vending machine he saw just outside the hospital entrance.

Dean and Rachel watched silently as Sam left and then looked back at one another.

"So Sam told you what happened?" Dean asked although he already knew the answer.

"Yeah and I'm sorry it's taken this long to come and see you … I had a lot on my mind."

"I'm sorry Rac …" he began

"It wasn't your fault Dean." She cut him off pushing her hair behind her ears.

"But …"

"It took me a while to realize that," she said, cutting him off again. "When Sam told me what happened I was so angry and upset. I wondered why you were so special that my brother had to die for you."

"He shouldn't have." Dean managed to get out, his voice wavering a little.

"You're right. He shouldn't have but that doesn't make it your fault."

"Rachel …"

"No Dean. Here me out okay. Sam is right … you couldn't know what was gonna happen and the only person to blame here is that damn reverend's wife. She was the one that was swapping life for a life."

Rachel grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze.

"I'll miss my brother forever but you beating yourself up over it doesn't do justice to his sacrifice. So please promise me that you'll stop blaming yourself." Rachel pleaded.

"It's not that simple."

"Yeah it is Dean. If I don't blame you then you shouldn't blame yourself. You've been given a second chance. If let the guilt kill you then his death was a waste."

"Sammy said the same thing." Dean smirked.

"Your brother is a smart guy."

"He likes to think so." Dean joked.

"So are you gonna promise to stop blaming yourself?"

"I'll work on it."

"Dean! Promise." She ordered.

"I promise." Dean said quietly.

"Good. It's what he would have wanted."

Dean looked at her skeptically.

"It's true. He was that type of person." She told him smiling as she remembered her brother.

"Sounds like he was a good guy," Dean stated sadly.

"Yeah he was but so are you." She said leaning in for a hug.

Dean wrapped his arms around her returning the hug, "Thanks." He whispered.

Sam walked back to the Impala to find Rachel and Dean hugging and hoped that that mean that things had gone well. Dean looked up and seeing that Sam had returned he let Rachel go and she stood back.

"How's Katie handling things?" Dean asked remembering that the little girl had just lost her father.

"She's quiet but she's strong and we have each other."

"I hope she's okay … I wish we could have said goodbye."

"If you wait around a little bit longer, she should be here any minute. She's with my friend. I wanted to run ahead to make sure I didn't miss you." Rachel explained.

"Mommy!" all three turned when the heard the shriek from the five year old running their way.

"Katie!" Rachel called back.

Katie ran quickly over to where her mother was and gave her a quick hug. Dean and Sam both smiled upon seeing her.

"Hey Dean," Katie greeted shyly.

Dean knelt down so he was at her level, "Hey Kiddo."

Katie left her mother's side and wrapped her small arms around Dean's neck, "Mommy told me you were in the hospital but I'm glad you're better now." She told him sincerely.

"Thanks, so am I." Dean replied hugging her back.

Katie broke from the hug and looked up at her mother, "Can I give it to him now?" she asked her.

"Sure Honey, go ahead."

Katie handed Dean the floppy eared bunny rabbit.

"Oh Katie I can't take your rabbit." Dean told her.

"He helped me when I was scared when Daddy was missing but now I don't need him anymore?"

"Why don't you need him anymore?"

"Because I know where Daddy is now, he's an angel." She told him very seriously.

"Maybe he can help you find your Daddy. Incase you get scared … he can help."

Dean's eyes almost misted up. He couldn't believe how sweet this little child was. She had just lost a parent and he she was giving him her cherished soft toy.

"Thanks Katie. I'll take very good care of him."

Katie hugged him once again and pulled back and took her mothers hand.

"Thanks guys … for everything." Rachel thanked them, picking up her daughter.

"Sorry we couldn't do more." Sam said.

"Well I guess we should let you guys go, remember to keep that promise Dean."

"I will." Dean promised as he opened the passenger side door of his car but then stopped and turned to look back at Rachel and Katie who were already making their way back to Rachel's friend.

"Hey Katie," he called, "Does the rabbit have a name?"

"Peter!" she called back, "like my Dad"

"That's a good name." he approved.

"Bye Dean and Dean's brother." Katie called out, waving.

Dean and Sam both chuckled at that and called out "Bye!"

The both got into the car and closed the doors. Dean sighed as Sam turned on the ignition and pulled out of the parking spot. Sam honked the horn as he past Rachel and Katie and then drove out of the parking lot.

It was silent in the car for at least half an hour, both boys running things through their minds. Sam looked over at his brother and saw that he had 'Peter' the rabbit sitting on his lap. He never thought that he would see his 27 year old brother sitting with a soft toy bunny rabbit but then a lot of things had happened over the last seven or eight months that they had been looking for their elusive father.

Dean had been staring off into space when he noticed that Sam kept on looking at him, "What?" he asked quietly, no irritation in his voice.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked, looking back at the road, then back at Dean again.

Dean turned to look at Sam and seemed to think for a moment, "Ya know. I think am."

"What did Rachel have to say?" Sam asked, curious.

"Oh you know, it's not my fault, stop blaming myself, I should live life to the fullest etc etc."

"Dean that's the same things I have been saying to you this whole time." Sam said sounding exasperated.

Dean smirked, "Yeah but Sammy you're the little brother I don't like it when you're right." He joked.

Sam just laughed and put his attention back to the road ahead. It was quiet again for a few moments before Dean spoke up again.

"Sammy …" he began.


"Sammy I just wanna say … you know … thanks for everything." Dean finally got out. He always had trouble expressing what he really wanted to say at moments like this, especially with Sam.

"Your welcome and Dean,"


"For the last time, it's SAM." Sam said a smile spreading across his face.

"Whatever Sammy,"


"Bitch" Dean replied leaning forward to turn the stereo on.

Moments later AC/DC's 'Highway to Hell' was blearing out of the speakers, ending the conversation.

Sam drove, still a smile on his face, to where? He didn't know. But he knew that they had just made it past one hurdle. He knew that no matter what life threw at them next they would get past it because they had each other and they were a damn good team.

The End

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