dun dun DUN!!! Ok, so it's been an interesting time...but this is the last chapter of this story. Then I have two sequals up after that (the second one is still a WIP), so I'll try to get Greener up and going. I may just post it on here...or I might start another page.

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Ok, enough blabber, on with the final chapter. :)

Someone was yelling. The loud voices hurt, and Sam just wanted them to go away. More yelling, this time accompanied by loud hiccups and sobbing. Focusing, he struggled to make out what they were saying.

"You told them 'bout Dad! This is all yer fault!"

"Evan, I'm sorry," the other voice cried. There was a sound of flesh smacking flesh, and a startled cry.

"Because of you we have no hopes of gettin' Dad back! And now we halfta deal with him!"

A sick feeling told Sam he was the 'him'. Footsteps thudded heavily against the floor, so hard Sam could feel them. Then a door slammed, blanketing him in silence.

Daring to lift his head, he opened his eyes and surveyed his surroundings. His whole body ached, and his neck was sore from his chin being forced to rest on his chest.

It would never end. They were always going to do this to him. He was tied to a chair.

Not just any tie job either. They had tied his wrists together behind him, and then wrapped a rope around his chest, tying his arms to the chair. Slightly moving his legs, he confirmed that his ankles where tied together. There was also a rope across his lap, securing his butt to the chair.

The room began to spin, and flashes of light were going off everywhere. The pain was back, the never ending head splitting pain. Biting his lip to keep from crying out, Sam sat in the hard wooden chair, helpless and wave after wave of numbing pain hit him. Scenes began to play out in front of him, scenes of the prison, and scenes of himself. He saw himself die. Shuddering, he tried to shake the vision of his own lifeless eyes. He could almost feel Dean's anguish. The visions rolled into one another, Evan and Nick arguing, Tony pacing in his cell, the next he thought was a memory. It was of his fight with the ghost. For a moment his mind cleared, the pain dulled, and his breathing resumed its normal pace.

It was then that he realized those were the visions Dean had had. That meant Missouri had worked her magic. That meant Dean was safe. Sam sighed in relief and sagged in the chair. It had been all worth it.

Then, with out warning, pain hit again.


"Sam? SAMMY!" Dean's voice rang out. He could hear laughing not far to his right.

"You all are going to die," a voice whispered in his ear.

"Dean, over here!" Jessica cried out.

The door was reduced to splinters as Dean stormed into the room. Sam felt something cold against his temple, and he realized it was a gun. He was also standing with his arms cuffed behind his back, and a large arm was banded across his chest, forcing him to lean back into the body behind him. He was at a disadvantage, and would be no use to his brother.

"You hurt my brother, I swear I will kill you," Dean said quietly. He didn't need volume with the tone that one simple statement had come out in.

Sam heard the man behind him swallow hard. He sensed fear suddenly, fear of the quiet rage in front of him. Evan, who Sam assumed was holding him, may have just realized he'd made a mistake. Dean was out for blood.

"You won't get me!" Evan shouted as he turned the gun on Dean. An explosion sounded in his ear, it was deafening. Watching in horror, the bullet made its way towards Dean, and found a home in the hunter's chest.


"No!" Sam yelled, though his voice came out in nothing more than a whisper. Shaking his head, he tried to clear his mind. Dean's surprised face as the bullet entered his body remained, taunting him.

Trying to take his mind off the vision, he tried to get a bearing on his surroundings.

He didn't know how long he'd been there. His body was stiff, and he had no feeling in his finger tips. He half expected to be in a room such as this. The walls were yellowed with age, the wallpaper chipping off in dry chunks. The carpet was worn down to the point of the floor being bald, and there were unidentifiable stains littered everywhere. There was a certain odor floating in the air, Sam didn't even want to know what it was.

The door flew open, and Evan stood in its frame, looking ready to kill.

"Do you have any idea what you've done?!" he screamed as he marched into the room. When his captive remained silent, he grabbed a fistful of hair and jerked his head back. Sam actually heard his neck pop, and his building headache intensified. He refused to give the jerk any sort of satisfaction, and continued to remain silent. His gaze evenly met with Evan's; they were looking eye to eye.

"Don't stare at me boy!" Evan screamed again as he backhanded Sam while hanging onto his hair. Sam couldn't help it, he released a moan. Smiling, Evan released him.

Sam sniffed a few times, and tasting blood, he turned his head to the side and spat.

"Do you have any clue as to what you've done?" Evan demanded again.

"Yeah, I sent your father and all his friends on a one way trip to hell-"

Evan reached forward and this time slammed his fist into Sam's jaw. Stars danced and the edges of Sam's vision were getting fuzzy. His head was screaming in pain now, wave after wave assaulted him. It was almost too much.

"You know, all I wanted was my Pa back. I finally found my little bro, I coulda had a family again. You ruined that! I'm gonna kill you!" Evan lunged forward, his hands reaching for Sam's neck.

"Evan! NO! Please, don't," came a small voice from the doorway, halting Evan. Nick stood there, a lost look on his face. "If you kill him…I couldn't stand it…"

"Nick, this cocky lil sum' bitch killed our father. He needs ta pay."

"No, Dad was already dead. I realize that now."

"What are you talkin' about? You were there, you saw Dad just like I did. We had him."

"No, I don't think that was Dad. You saw how angry he was. Evan, Dad died the day they shot him."

"You know what? Why am I even arguin' with you on this? You didn't even know him!"

"Evan, please, let's just leave. We can go somewhere else."

"No, we need to take care of this one first."

"No, please-"

"I swear to fucking God, if you say that one more time, you'll be joinin' him."


After cleaning up the mess in the cellblock, Dean and Jessica headed back out to the street. Taking her by the shoulders, Dean looked her in the eye.

"I need you to tell me everything you know about what Sam's been doing, about what's been going on," he said, his words laced with anticipation. He hated waiting.

"Well, Sam didn't tell me a whole lot."

"Damnit Sam. When did you officially get involved?"

"When I saved him from Evan."

"Saved? From who?"

"Well, I actually have to say he held up pretty well. Evan is Nick's brother, and apparently Nick is the bastard child of Tony Millhen, the prisoner," Jessica said, practically spitting out the term 'bastard'. "He attacked Sam outside the diner, drug him back in the alley. I zapped him with my gun, and saved him," she finished proudly.

Dean didn't hear the last part. He was seeing red. Someone had dared to lay a finger on what was his to protect, his whole reason for living, something he didn't take lightly.

"I need to know, do you know why Evan went after Sam?"

"No," she shook her head sadly. "I remember Evan raging on, something about Sam beating up his brother. I assumed it meant Sam had gone after Nick."

"No, that's not Sam. Sam's the levelheaded one."

"Um, Dean? Are you sure?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, I don't know him that well, but it seems to me the past day or two, he's been a big ball of anger. I just thought anger was his nature. Though come to think while he was with you he was kind of the quieter one..."

Dean didn't like the sound of this. Apparently he had missed a lot while he had been out of it. Sam was missing, and they had no clue where to start looking. And now he had to find out that his brother had been raging all over the small town, not acting himself. That's when he got into the most trouble.

"So, I need to go find the only two others connected with this whole mess. Thanks Jessica," Dean gave a small salute as he headed towards the Impala. Damn, he was going to have to hotwire it.

Surprisingly the driver's door was unlocked. He was going to have to talk to Sammy boy about that later. He then realized he was banking a lot on the fact that he would find Sam. What if... No, that thought wouldn't even be finished.

"Wait, don't you need my help? I can be very helpful. I think you're going to need my help," she was shouting after him.

"No, trust me, you've helped plenty. I can't take you with me now, it'll be too dangerous," Dean sighed as he ducked under the steering wheel. The Impala purred to life, and he went to shut the door.

"Jeez, are you trying to get an arm taken off?" he shouted at the girl with the death grip on his door.

"Please, Dean, let me help. Going off on his own got Sam into trouble, and I don't want the same to happen to you."

"Fine, get in," he said with exasperation. What happened to the light airy blonde he'd met the other day? This version of Jessica was a pain in the ass. Truth be told Dean was grateful for the help, and if she was with him, he wouldn't have to stew. Stewing led to anger, and anger led to recklessness. He couldn't afford that now.

Plus she seemed to know more about what was going on then he did, and in the end that might just be the thing that saved his brother. The less time he sat on the street arguing with her, the more time he could spend searching.


Sam was tired. His head still pounded from the attack of the visions earlier, and the numbing sensation on his face from the repeated slapping had worn off, leaving a dull ache. Honestly, who slaps anymore? he wondered. His jaw was also becoming stiff, so he worked it carefully as he considered his options. After their argument, Evan had hauled Nick out of the room, leaving Sam alone to think.

Thinking led to plans, and Sam had one. He was pretty sure it was a good one, it sounded good in his mind at least, he just needed things to go right. Before he could come up with a plan B, the door burst open. Evan stood there, pointing a small gun at Sam's chest.

Well, here goes, he thought. It was time, do or die. And Dean isn't about to die, so I'm doing.

"Honestly, I'm surprised at you," Sam said, shaking his head. He gave Evan a look of pity.

"What the hell are you blabbin' about?" he lowered the gun and took a step into the room.

"Here you are, all big and bad, picking on someone tied to a chair. Yeah, your daddy would be really proud," he scoffed. "Makes me wonder if you're not scared for a little more hand to hand-" Sam didn't need to finish that sentence before Evan was tossing his gun to the side and untying him.

"Let's go bitch," Evan growled.


After following Jessica's directions, Dean parked about a block away from their destination. They were going for the silent approach.

"How do you know where Nick lives?" Dean had asked.

"In a town of about 3,000 people, everyone knows where everyone lives."

An old apartment complex sat on top of a hill. Creeping through the dark parking lot, the pair headed towards the right apartment.

Dean halted at the top of the stairs. Nick sat outside one of the doors, his head in his hands.

Motioning for Jessica to be quiet, he silently made his way towards the man. Is he crying? Dean thought with disgust. He already didn't like the man. No wonder he had apparently found Sam threatening, the guy would probably run screaming from a bee.

Taking a quick look around, he motioned to Jessica to keep a look out. Then he mouthed "watch for Evan". Nodding, Jessica began to keep watch.

Leaning in next to Nick, Dean whispered, "Aw what's the matter little guy?"

Nick slowly raised his head to look at Dean. His eyes were blank, as if he were in shock. He was muttering incoherently, when he suddenly jumped to his feet. "I'm….I'm going…going to lose my brother!!!" he gasped as he began to spin in circles.

"Wait, what are you talking about?" Dean said, suddenly on edge. Why did he have the feeling he wasn't going to like what he was about to hear?

"He's going to kill him, then they'll take him away…" Nick gasped again before falling silent once again.

A loud crash from inside the apartment startled Dean, he was going in there, now.

Sam stood up and shook the splinters from his hair. After Sam had finally been untied, Evan had taken the first shot, and had thrown him across the room into an old table, which had promptly shattered under his weight. Wincing at a sharp pain in his side, he faced the man in front of him. Evan stood there with a slight smirk on his face.

Before either man could move, a commotion in the front of the apartment startled them both.

Before Sam knew it, Dean was barreling through the door.

Dean stopped dead when he saw the huge ape of a man in front of him. Taking a quick glance at Sam, he realized with relief that his brother was alright.

"Holy shit," was all he could get out before the ape advanced on him, knocking him over with a swipe of his arm. Dean grunted as he hit the wall and slid to the floor.

He was pretty sure his head had hit the wall, and he was now watching everything through a haze.

Evan turned and slowly began to advance on Sam. Dean struggled to his feet, leaning on the wall for support. The haze vanished instantly when Sam swayed on his feet and crumpled to the floor.

In an instant, before he even knew what he was doing, he was on top of Evan, pounding into the larger man's head with his fist. His other arm was wrapped around the man's neck as he struggled to hang on. The ape was going down, he would see to it.

The next thing he knew he was flying, right towards another wall. At the last instant he twisted his body and so he hit the wall with his shoulders instead of face first. Grunting, he climbed to his feet and charged the man once more. Grabbing a broken table leg from the pile of scrap wood next to Sam, he swung and watched in satisfaction as the leg made contact with Evan's head. Evan fell to the ground, blood seeping from a wound on his head. But that was not going to stop him.

Before Dean knew it, the much larger man was back on his feet, heading towards him. Dean swung again with the table leg, this time letting it slam into Evan's stomach. Evan dropped, his arm wrapped around his waist. Dean pulled back his fist, and with as much strength as he could, he brought it down on his opponent's face, knocking the man out.

Poking at the larger man with the table leg, Dean refused to let his defenses drop until he knew the man was out. When Evan made no move to get up. Dean dropped his weapon and ran over to Sam.

Sam's face was twisted in pain and his breath was coming out in gasps.

"Sam, what's going on?" Dean asked, panicking. He could find no source of injury, which meant something internal was going on. Something he couldn't fix.

"My…my side," Sam choked out.

Rolling him slightly up, Dean was shocked to see a small pool of blood on the worn carpet.

Searching his brother's bloodied tee shirt for the source, he found a small piece of wood protruding from underneath Sam's ribcage. It stuck out about four inches, and was about an inch thick.

"Sam?" Jessica asked tentatively from the doorway.

Rushing to Dean's side, she gasped as she caught sight of the younger Winchester. "Oh my God Dean, I'll…I'll call 911!" While she spoke with the dispatcher, Dean tried his best to treat Sam.

"Here!" Jessica said as she thrust her thin sweater into Dean's hands.

Grabbing a long thin cloth from the bag, he wound the sweater as gently as he could around the protruding wood chip in an effort to stabilize it. Taking the cloth, he secured the sweater, trying not to tie it so tight as to cut off Sam's ability to breathe.

"So you're telling me after all that you've been through, killing a ghost on your own and kicking the ape's butt, you're going to let a table take you out?!" Dean grinned.

Sam laughed and winced as the movement jarred the chip.



"You owe me," Sam smiled before he let the pain in his side and the hot white laces of pain in his head pull him under.


"A few days of rest and you'll be as good as new," Dr. Logan smiled warmly. Sam sat on the examine room table, a bright white bandage taped to his side. The wood chip had only traveled in about 2 inches, tearing nothing but muscle. He had still lost a small amount of blood, and that combined with the head splitting visions, had left him weak. He would probably never hear the end of his collapse from Dean. Luckily he had woken up before the medics had arrived, and that saved him from admission into the hospital.

"Thanks doc," Sam said quietly.

"Just try to be careful next time, don't piss off a man bigger than you, ok? Hit up the nurse's station before you leave and they'll give you all of what you need."

The doctor left just as Dean came waltzing in. He had a bag slung over his shoulder and two cups of hot coffee in his hands.

"So what did you tell the police?" Sam asked as he took one of the cups. Dean smiled and handed him a shirt from the bag.

"The truth…well sort of. Told them they were harassing Jessica so you went to go stand up for her. Man you should have seen her start balling in front of the cops, very convincing," Dean chuckled. "Told them things got rough till I came to the rescue."

"Of course," Sam quipped, a grin curving his lips.

"I guess Evan is wanted for several other assaults from here to New York, so it looks like he won't be out for a while. We're heroes Sam," Dean chuckled, repeating what the cop had said.

After turning to make sure the door was closed, Dean sat on the table next to Sam.

"Don't ever do that again," Dean said quietly, all traces of humor were gone.

"Do what?"

"Everything! You made some stupid mistakes during this hunt. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought you were a newbie at this hunting stuff."

"I know," Sam whispered, lowering his head. "Wait, since when do you say "newbie"?"

"Don't change the subject, Sam. Want to tell me what happened? Why you were rampaging all over the place, getting into fights? That's not like you."

"I couldn't help it. I mean…once again, because of me, you were almost killed. It's bad enough you have to feel sorry for me during the visions, I just had to give them to you."

"When are you going to realize that it's never your fault? I mean for crying out loud, we got hit with enough electricity probably kill us both, but somehow we survived. How is that your fault?"

"They're my visions-"

"Yeah, because you begged and pleaded to have them," Dean retorted, sarcasm dripping from every word. "Sam, even when I get taken out of the fight, if you are going to start getting all emotional and careless-"

Sam interrupted, "I'm not."

"Good, I've faced enough psycho hillbillies for you; I don't think I can do any more. Let's go."

And with that Dean was off the table and heading for the door. Sam smiled and finished buttoning up his shirt. He was still having trouble pushing aside the heavy feeling of guilt that seemed to consume him 24/7. But for right now, he was just glad to be alive, glad to be headed out once again.

-gasp- Hope you all enjoyed:)

I'm going to start posting Greener here hopefully soon, so be on the lookout for the sequal.

In Greener, I took the angsty route...Sam's gonna find out what life would have been like if he had died that fateful night with his mother. Would John really have insisted on living a normal life? Or is something messing with our boys once again?

Thanks again guys. Much much loves!!