Sorry for the long wait! I decided to make a minor change to the end of the story. :) Here it is, folks! The end of the show. ;)


Chapter 27

"I can't remember the last time I was outside," Sam said quietly, a tiny smile on his face. After a moment, though, it faded, and Dean knew that he, in fact, did remember the last time he had been outside.

"Come on," Dean said, anxious to change the subject and bring a smile back to his brother's face.

He watched Sam walk slowly across the parking lot of the hospital, staying close by just in case he stumbled. Sam looked healthier than he had since before he was taken prisoner, but he still looked weak and skinny, and there was still a bandage on his hand. Dean bit the end of his tongue. He hared this. He hated seeing his brother like this, even now. It only brought back horrible memories.

"Did Ellen and Jo head back home?" Sam asked.

Dean nodded. "Yeah. Ash too."

They reached the Impala and both opened its doors and slid inside. Sam breathed deeply. After a moment, he said, "Never really though I'd be glad to be back inside this thing." He gave a small laugh.

Dean smiled and looked away, waiting for the awkward moment to pass.

Dean started the engine and started to pull out. It was quiet for a few minutes until Sam said softly, "Cecilia didn't go home yet, did she?"

Dean shook his head. "No."

Sam sighed. "I wish she'd never gotten involved in this."

Dean glanced at him. "She saved your life, Sam."

"Dean, when – " He stopped. "I'm sorry," he said. "I just keep thinking of what will happen to her once – "

"Hey," Dean cut in. "Cool it, all right? Let's just concentrate on the present. You're still not one hundred percent okay. Save it," he added, seeing Sam open his mouth to protest. "Just don't worry about it, okay? We're safe for now."

Sam hesitated, then nodded. "Okay."

Dean sighed with relief. "All right. Good."

"Hey, Dean?"

Dean glanced apprehensively over at Sam, recognizing his tone of voice. Uh-oh! "What?"

"I just want to, you know, like, thank you," Sam said in a rush, his face turning red. "Most other people – "

"Well, I'm not most other people, am I, Sam?" Dean interrupted. "You aren't thanking me, Sam. You know I don't give up that easily."

Sam glanced away, looking slightly uncomfortable, but Dean saw the sad look on his face. Oh, come on, Sammy. Did you really believe that thing when it told you I stopped looking for?

He looked so tired, Dean thought, watching Sam out of the corner of his eye. He was sick anymore, and all his injuries except his hand had healed, but the dark spots under his eyes and the exhausted, unhappy look he still had revealed that he hadn't left it all behind. "Sammy, are you having nightmares again?"

His brother seemed reluctant to answer. "Sam."

"No," Sam said quietly. "I haven't been sleeping."

Dean shut his eyes and sighed, trying to hide his frustration. "Sam…"

"It's not something I can help, Dean," Sam muttered. "It'll go away eventually, all right?"

Dean bit his tongue and stared out at the road. "All right," he said, suddenly feeling as tired as Sam looked.


Cecilia heard a key turn in the lock. After the whole thing with four hunters, she felt herself tense up and prepare for anything. She relaxed a moment when Dean walked in. "Hi," she said.

Her heart started to race. "Oh my God," she whispered. "Sam?" She stood up with the intention of throwing her arms around him, but stopped.

He froze too, his eyes on her. "Hey, Cecilia," he said, and suddenly he was looking at everything else in the room but her, avoiding her gaze.

Dean looked uncomfortable. He opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it again and slipped out of the room without a word.

Sam walked across the room – slowly, she noticed sadly – and took a seat on the bed she'd been sitting on before they came in. "It's been a long time," he said, finally looking her in the eye.

"Only a year," she said, sitting down, too. She didn't know what to say to him. How to say it. When to say it.

"Dean told me," he continued. "Thank you. So much. I – " He stopped, and shook his head. "I'm sorry I'm making this so awkward."

She smiled. "Don't be sorry."

Sam nodded, but he wasn't done. Cecilia felt her heart sink, intuitively knowing she didn't want to hear what was coming next.

"The exorcism worked," he said quietly, "but demons can get out from Hell once they're there. And there's no doubt that this one will get out too." He licked his lips and blinked. Oh my God, he's trying not to cry. "You don't know how grateful I am, for you saving my life. I owe you so much. We both do. But – " There's always a 'but,' isn't there? "– but now if the Demon gets out – if it knows you helped us get out – it'll go after you, too."

"What are you trying to say, Sam?" Now Cecilia found she couldn't look at him.

"There are other demons out there. More than you can imagine. By now, they'll have figured out what happened. Me and Dean – and Ellen, Ash, and Jo – we'll all be on their hit lists. And if they know your name, or what you look like, or anything about you – you will, too."

"Then let me stay with you for a while," Cecilia said. "Teach me what to do. Teach me how to protect myself. I – "

He was already shaking his head. "You can't come with us," he said, and this time a tear slipped out. "That will the most dangerous place to be."

"Then what do you want me to do?" she asked. "Change my name? Get a makeover? Leave my friends and family and move far, far away?"

Sam didn't answer, but she knew anyway.

"I'm so sorry you got a dragged into this," he whispered after a few moments.

Cecilia wiped her eyes. "Could you hear me?" she asked quietly.

He blinked. "When?"

"When…you were…in the hospital."

A light came into his eyes before it was replaced by sadness. "Oh." He looked straight at her. "Yeah."

She stood up to grab the one bag she'd brought when she left to find Sam and Dean, what seemed like a lifetime ago. "Don't forget me, Sam. Don't forget what I said." She paused. "I promise I won't ever forget you."

She reached the door. "Tell Dean I said bye." She didn't think she could handle saying another emotional farewell.

"Promise me you won't do anything to get yourself hurt, Cecilia. Please, promise me."

She looked back at him, tears streaming down. Oh, God. He's really crying. "I promise," she whispered, and left.


"You're an idiot," Dean said.

Sam looked up. "What?"

"You're an idiot," Dean repeated.

"Why?"

"You didn't need to make her leave right away," Dean said. "You know…" Sam caught on.

"Oh, come on, Dean."

"All right, all right. Sorry." But he couldn't help smirking.

Sam leaned back against the back of his bed. "Tired again?" Dean asked, watching.

He nodded. "Yeah."

"All right. Well, let's his the road tomorrow. I've only paid up to tonight."

"Okay."

Dean didn't bother asking where he wanted to go next. Whether he wanted to go back to school. Or back to hunted. Now wasn't the time.

They'd have plenty of time for making plans later.


Like it? Hate it? Let me know! 'Cause there's a prequel that's all done, and a sequel in the works! Should I continue? Or no?

Thanks a lot everyone! Hope you liked it!

-Caitlyn