AN: As promised, the epilogue. I wanted to let everyone know just how much I appreciate all of your support through my stories, and hope you all will continue to follow me to the next ones. Speaking of which... I took up a challenged tossed to me by none other than Sammygirl1963 and darksupernatural, so look for the first chapter tonight. :)

The house was quiet as the night fell away into day, into morning, to almost noon. The brothers had talked quietly, each one unsure at first of how much to divulge, but knowing that what needed to be said needed to be done soon. Dean admitted that he had just assumed that things were back the way they had been; that Sam would know that he would be back as soon as he could. Sam admitted that while it hurt to believe that Dean had been upset over something and left, after what happened with their dad, he knew that one way or another his brother would be back. Neither kept track of the time, nor kept score of past hurts; both knew that there was no need to; both knew that with everything out in the open they could move on.

Dean stood and watched as his little brother brought the rest of his clothes from the dryer and started folding them neatly before putting them into his duffle. Somehow, Sammy had got it in his head that 'moving on' really meant… well… moving on – as in, down the road… to another town, state, country even. How things had gotten that messed up in his brother's mind, he hadn't a clue, but he would be damned if he was going to stand by and watch him make the biggest mistake of his life.

"Sammy, we talked about this. You don't have to go anywhere. Look, I'm sure that…"

"Sure that what, Dean? That they're going to want me around after what I did? God, I killed a man in front of the whole damn town –not just any man… my own father! How do you think they're feeling about it?" Sam exclaimed as he threw the shirt in his hand down before stalking off into the kitchen.

Knowing how quiet his little brother could get when he was lost in his own mind, Dean knew that the outburst was actually a good thing - but it still stung. Sure, the whole situation sucked, but c'mon, there had to be a way to convince the stubborn ass that no one thought any differently of him.

"I'm sorry Dean. I know you just want to help, but really… I have no idea what to do here. So… if you really want to help, then help me get this stuff to the car, ok?" Sam asked as he walked dejectedly into the room.

Looking around, Dean nodded quietly and began to pack the few things that had been salvaged from the clinic into a box. There wasn't much, just a few odds and ends that had somehow miraculously survived the inferno, but it was enough to remind him just how much his little brother had lost – was still losing. He looked at the bag of clothes that apparently a few people from town had pulled together and thought about how odd it was that if they cared that much to do that for his brother, where were they now?

As if in answer to Dean's question, a stab of light quickly flickered through the window before it disappeared, catching his eye. Looking questioningly at Sammy, he made his way to the window and looked out before breaking out into a wide grin.

"Hey Sammy, looks like company." He said before heading towards the door.

"No Dean… wait!" Sam exclaimed, but it was no use, Dean already had the door wide open allowing Brenda to lead the way of a long line of people inside, each one carrying a box, bag, or just arms full of items.

Brenda paused only for a moment and assessed Sam before quirking her eye at him. Not liking what she saw at all, she stepped to the side before yelling out. "Ok everyone, you know what to do!"

Before Sam could say anything, the farm house was full of people bringing in sacks and boxes of groceries, homemade canned goods, and kitchen ware. Soon they were followed by others walking in with sheets, blankets and towels already making their way to the bedrooms and bathroom. Several men had on their tool belts and were setting up a command station at the dining room table, discussing plans for the new addition to the property where the new clinic would be; making sure that it was close enough for Sam to walk back and forth, but far enough away for him and his brother to have some privacy. All the while Sam stood in shock and looked at everyone wondering what the hell was going on.

Seeing his brother's confusion, Dean walked over and patted him on the shoulder. "I don't know Sammy, but I don't think you're going anywhere."

Suddenly the bustling in the house stopped as if a switch had been flipped.

"Going? Going where?" Brenda called out as she forced her way through the mass of people that had the unfortunate timing of stopping in her path. "Just where the hell do you think you're going?" she asked as she stopped in front of Sam, hands on hip, looking up into his face, demanding an answer. "Well?"

Not knowing what to say, his only response was, "Uh…"

"Uh huh… that's what I thought you'd say. I've got news for you Sam Singer, you're family and your place is here with us. If you don't like it… well… too damn bad!" she said firmly, smiling smugly at the agreeing shouts coming throughout the house. As Brenda turned back to what she was doing, the others gave Sam an agreeing nod before returning to their work leaving Sam even more confused than ever.

"Sammy, sometimes you just need to turn off that huge brain of your and enjoy the moment." Dean said, nudging his brother softly. "Looks like you got a home little brother."

"We, Dean. We have a home." Sam said, allowing a smile to form when he saw that his brother hadn't been planning on going anywhere without him. As he watched the others move around the house in intent on their designated chores, he was reminded just how lucky he was. Before, he had felt alone – abandoned. Now though, he saw something else; a family – ok, an odd mix of an extended family, but a real family none the less. Between Bobby, Caleb, Jim, Joshua and the people here now, he knew that together they could face anything or anyone, and that was something that neither brother was going to forget again.

AN: Ok, my forte is not epilogues, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway. Take care!