All right. the final chapter. The end of the story. I really hoped you guys enjoyed this one, and, as always, I'd like to thank everyone for reading and reviewing. Now, onto the good news: Supernatural Season 2 premiers this Thursday! How exciting is that?

"Please, Dean," Sam whispered, holding his older brother's limp hand in his own, "please come back to us. I'm sorry. I didn't realize, OK? I just got mad. I need you."

"He can't hear you," John said, walking into the room and grabbing one of the bags that held the supplies he'd needed for his extended stay in the room with his eldest son, "like you said, he's gone."

"I'm not giving up on him."

His father just sighed and checked the bag. "Well, you boys have fun."

"You're leaving?"

"I don't really have a choice, Sammy. Just because your brother's in a coma doesn't mean evil takes a holiday. There's a job in Florida calling my name. I need to go."

"So you're just going to leave? Walk out on us? Again?"

"I know it seems cruel, but this ghost has been messing with theme parks, making the rides unsafe. People have died already, and more are to come if I don't do this."

"Are you coming back?" Sam asked, his temper flaring.

"Not likely," his father answered, heading for the door, "just look after your brother. And, Sam?"


"Remember what we talked about, OK? Don't do anything stupid."

"Don't worry, dad," Sam muttered angrily, "I wouldn't dream of it." With a quick smile and a nod, his father left the room, closing the door behind him. Sammy looked down at his brother, still fuming. After all the preaching John Winchester had done about family and leaving it seemed almost hypocritical of him to walk out.

"Told you he'd leave," someone in the room commented. Sam turned to see his brother sitting on the window sill, staring out onto the grounds where he and Sam had fought only a week before.

"Yeah," Sam said weakly, "you did. You were right."

"Not something I'm particularly proud of," Dean muttered, sliding off the sill and walking up to stand beside his brother.

"I'm sorry," Sam said after a strained pause, "for what I said."

"I know. I heard. I'm sorry, too, I guess. For everything."

Sammy lowered his head, trying to figure out exactly what that meant. Was Dean sorry for saving him? For not reentering his body? Or for something larger that he secretly blamed himself for? Their father had really messed with the psychic's head; he didn't know what to think anymore.

"You, um, gonna stay like this?"

Dean sighed, considering his answer, knowing there was no going back after he uttered the words his brother had longed to hear for two months. "No. I'm going back. Can't run forever, right? I figure I might as well face it."

"No backing down?"

"No backing down. Just promise me one thing, OK?"

"What?" Sam asked, though he had a pretty good idea what the request would be.

"Just stick around, all right? No matter what, don't leave."

"No way am I gonna miss little old helpless you toddling around the hospital," Sam smiled, "don't worry about it. I'm not going anywhere."

"Good," Dean nodded, plunging the room into another awkward silence.

"Any day, now," Sam urged gently.

Dean sighed and sat on the foot of the bed. "You know," he smirked, "this ghost thing is pretty cool. You should try it sometime. It's a real blast."

"I'll pass, thanks."

With one last ghostly smile and a wave of his transparent hand, Dean laid back on the bed, falling perfectly into his body. Sam held his breath, fingers crossed, as he waited for any sign of life from his older brother. He breathed a sigh of relief as Dean's eyes fluttered slowly open and began searching the room. The blank expression on the elder's face changed to something like disgust, then brightened as his wandering hazel eyes found his brother.

"Hey," Sam muttered softly, smiling brightly as his eyes met his brother's.

Dean gurgled something incomprehensible, unable to speak.

"Yeah, I know," Sam smiled, his finger hitting the button to call a nurse, "I love you, too."

Sappy, I know. So, what did everyone think?