A/N: Well, here it is the epilogue. I would like to thank everyone who has commented on my story, you're all wonderful.

I would also like to give a huge thank you to lottie and qsmkitten for taking the time to beta for me.

Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own.

Epilogue

Dean hadn't said a word since Sam started stitching up his arm. He just sat there in silence, not even complaining about the pain.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked.

"Hmm?" Dean looked up. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"What is it? What's wrong?"

"I was just thinking about Caroline."

"Why?"

"You know her death wasn't a suicide?"

"How do you know that?"

"She told me. She said her husband murdered her and made it look like a suicide."

"She could have been lying."

"I don't think she was. She said he did it as revenge because she didn't love him and she drove those men to suicide because of that."

"It's kinda tragic when you think about it," Sam stated

"Yeah, it is." Dean agreed.

"Ok, I'm done," Sam said as he finished bandaging Dean's arm and taped it into place.

"Great, I could sleep for a week."

Sam laughed, "I just can't wait to get out of this place. It's not the best place to be."

"Yeah, I don't want to stay in the place where a vindictive spirit out for revenge on her long dead husband tried to convince me to commit suicide. But leaving is going to have to wait until I have spent the next few days sleeping," Dean replied laughing. He pulled back the covers and crawled into bed.

"Good night man," Sam said as he got up to go to the bathroom. He hesitated for a moment, not wanting to go into the room where he had seen his brother slice up his arm.

"You can't avoid it forever you know," a voice came from behind him. Sam didn't even turn around to reply; "Avoid what?"

"The bathroom. You can't not go in."

"I'm not avoiding it."

"Yes you are. And don't. I'm not dead, she didn't win."

"Now you're using my own words against me." He turned around and saw his brother grinning from ear to ear. "You suck you know that?"

"Yeah I know, but you love me anyway."

"Shut up or I will tell everyone what happened."

"You wouldn't!"

"I would," Sam jokingly warned.

"Seriously though, thanks."

"No problem. I wouldn't let anyone hurt my big brother. Besides, you would have done exactly the same for me."

"Yeah. Ok, we seriously have to stop this. We've had enough chick flick moments in two hours to last me a lifetime."

"Just stop complaining and go to sleep if you're that tired," Sam laughed.

"Night Sam."

"Night Dean."

The End