Well here it is, the last one. I feel sad 'cos I've really enjoyed this story, started out as one thing and ended up as something else entirely.
One last little bit of emotional trauma for my man and then little lighten of the mood to end.
Sam helps his brother with his request. Dean 'thanks' Bobby for his help!
Enjoy for the last time, Mary xx
With A Little Help From My Friends
"You can't be serious about this." Sam turned to his brother with a shocked look on his face.
"As a heart attack." Dean lowered his eyes and then turned and looked out the window of the car unable to look at Sam for a moment. "You know that this has to be done right? Do you think that if I thought there was a way to just leave it that I wouldn't do just that?" Dean turned back to him. "You know what could happen if we don't…I need your help on this Sam…please. I can't do this on my own…not like this."
Sam sat quiet for a moment, deep in thought. "If you hadn't have been hurt I wouldn't have been here, would I?"
Dean shook his head. "No. I should be doing this alone Sam, but I can't manage it the way my shoulders are. I'm sorry I had to ask you to do this. I mean I didn't even tell you that they existed and now…well now I expect you to do this." Dean voice was so low Sam struggle to hear him. "It's not right."
"I'm your brother Dean, you're suppose to be able to ask me to help you at some point, it's only you that thinks different. I know that you wouldn't have asked me to help do this if it wasn't right." Sam opened the car door and walked round to help Dean out the car. "You sure about this?"
"Ok then, let's finish this."
Sam went to walk away when Dean's voice stopped him once again.
Sam turned to face his brother. "What?"
Sam walked round the car and emptied what they needed from the trunk.
He smiled at Dean and threw him his jacket. "Here, make yourself useful…hold that."
"Bitch." Dean caught Sam's jacket with a little grimace of pain.
With that the two brothers walked in the cemetery.
It was slow going, it had been raining and the ground was heavy. Sam wished that they had told Bobby what they were doing, asked him for his help but he knew that if Dean had been fully fit he wouldn't have been here either. It didn't annoy him as much as he thought it should have, just made him sad that Dean always felt the need to shoulder all his burdens himself. One day Sam was going to get him to really open up to him but he reckoned that that day was a long way off.
"Sam…here." He looked up and Dean was standing with a bottle of water in his hand. "Thought you might need this." Sam realised that he had been so lost in his own thoughts that he hadn't even noticed Dean going back to the car.
"Thanks." He stopped and took the bottle drinking almost in one go. "You ok?"
"Yeah." Dean shoved his hands into his jeans pockets and grimaced slightly at the little trickle of pain it caused in his arms and shoulders. He saw Sam staring at him. "The cold…it's making my shoulders ache."
Sam sighed. "Well go sit in the car, I'll call ya when I'm done."
"No. I'm not leaving you alone here…it's just…I feel so friggin' useless."
Dean kicked a large piece of loose muck at the grave side and they watched as it rolled into the grave. "That…is definitely not helping. I'm trying to get it out not in. Go sit somewhere and let me get on with this."
Sam knew that he couldn't ease Dean's discomfort with the situation any so he went back to digging…sooner he finished, the sooner he could get Dean out of here and back to Bobby's.
As he dug, he watched Dean walk over and lean against the side of the headstone of the grave, watched as Dean slipped down it, uncaring of the wet ground beneath him and closed his eyes.
This was worse than Dean had thought it would be. All he could do was hang around and wait until Sam was finished.
Wait and think.
He wondered again if he was doing the right thing but Audrey and Jane where still here and he knew that they shouldn't be…that they should have moved on. He knew what that meant. He knew how angry spirits were born and he wasn't prepared to let that happen to them. They had saved him and Sam…now he was going to save them back…no matter how awful this was making him feel.
He was going to salt and burn his own daughter and her mother.
He didn't have a choice but that somehow made it worse rather than better.
He felt them before he saw them, the cold wrapping itself round him, making him shiver. A little fear crept through him. He had hoped that they wouldn't come, that he would be spared trying to explain what he was doing…spared from having to say goodbye…he didn't think that he was going to be able to handle this. He opened his eyes and made out the outline of the woman kneeling next to him.
She touched his face and he felt the tears sting in his eyes. He dropped his eyes and choked out the words. "I'm sorry, I have to do this."
She lifted his head back up with her fingers, looked at him and smiled. "You know I could stop you if I wanted to…I could stop you and Sam from doing this."
Dean felt the shock of her words at they hit him. He couldn't do this if she fought him, he knew that, he just didn't have the strength at the moment. "I know. If you do, remember it's my doing…not Sam's. He looked at her. "Hurt me if you have to…but not him."
She touched his face again. "I won't fight you Dean. I know what you are doing is for the best. She told me it was but I wasn't ready before."
Dean felt a little memory tug at him, in the hospital after the crash…before dad…, but he couldn't quite pull it into a thought. "She?"
Audrey continued speaking. "She said she was...a reaper…she told me that we should go with her, that I wouldn't get another chance but I knew what mom had done, I wanted my revenge. I wanted to stop her before she hurt anyone else and then she came after you…I'm sorry I was too late to stop her hurting you."
"Don't be sorry, you saved me Audrey." He leant forward and touched his forehead to hers. "You saved Sam. Thank you."
She gently kissed his forehead. "We're ready to move on now to whatever or wherever is next. It's ok."
He felt the small arms circle his neck and turned his head slightly. His daughter was smiling at him. Audrey took his hand. "It's ok. She knows, and I'll explain everything to her. I'll make sure she understands why."
Dean wasn't sure if she was talking about now or the past and he found he didn't really want to ask.
"Take care." He felt the chill lift a little. "Goodbye Dean."
Sam was shaking him.
"Dean, you alright?"
"Sorry Sammy, I must have zoned out there for a moment." He looked up at his brother and saw the look that crossed his face. "What?"
"What did they want?" Dean couldn't read the expression on Sam's face. "Are we gonna have trouble with this?" He watched as his brother's eye flicked to the duffle and the shotgun that Dean knew would be inside.
"No….you saw them?"
"Kinda of, it was like a mist around you."
"They came to say goodbye." Dean's face was calm but his voice betrayed him with a little tremble in it.
"Oh." Sam paused and looked back at the grave. "I've finished." He looked back at Dean.
Both brother stood side by side for a moment at the now open grave before Sam dropped in. "I can do this if you want?" He looked up at Dean and his brother shook his head. "I mean it, why don't you go wait in the car Dean? I'll finish this."
"No Sammy, thanks, but no. Open it."
Sam sighed and pulled open the casket. The necklace caught his eye straight away. "Wasn't that mom's?" He was thankful of the distraction it provided, drawing his attention away from the face above. He found that he didn't want to look at the face.
"Yeah, dad must have given it to her. He never said."
"Do you want me to….?"
"No. Leave it there. With her. Out now Sam."
Sam climbed back out and Dean watched as his brother poured the salt and the lighter fluid on the grave and he felt something give a little twist inside.
It must have shown on his face because when he looked at Sam he had concern written all over his. "You ok with this?"
Dean smiled at him. "No not really."
He dropped the lit book of matches into the grave and they both took a step back at the flames roared into life. He couldn't help it, every time they did this now Dean thought of his dad. That was the thought that got him moving, almost running out the cemetery…he reached the car and threw up at the back of it, the retching motion killing his chest and making him feel faint.
Dean realised that he'd never hated his life more than he did at this moment. He clutched his chest as his stomach rebelled on him again.
He knew Sam was hovering behind him. "Go finish it." He managed to croak the words out.
Sam touched his back briefly and then was gone.
Dean pulled open the passenger door of the car and slumped into the seat. He was still lying there when Sam came back and threw their stuff in the trunk. Dean looked like he was sleeping but Sam knew that he wasn't. Sam slid into the car beside Dean and started the engine.
"Dean….?" His brother cut him off.
"I'm fine Sammy." Dean opened his eyes but didn't look at his brother. "I'm just sick of this, you know."
Sam touched Dean's shoulder gently. "I know."
Bobby's – a few weeks later
Sam stood and watched Dean struggle to get into his jeans biting back the urge to laugh.
"I could help you, all you gotta do is ask."
Dean scowled at him. "No, thank you, I'm gonna get these on if it kills me."
Sam did laugh this time. "Well if your fed up hunting you could always get a job as a contortionist at the circus."
Dean stopped his struggling. "Bite me!"
Sam turned to leave. "Well if you need me just holler."
Dean glared at his back thinking that this time, hell would freeze over before he'd give up and ask for help.
Bobby eyed Dean suspiciously. "You and Sam want to take me out for a drink to thank me for my help? What's up?" He walked up to Dean whose face bore a much too innocent look. "What are you cooking up in that one brain cell of yours?"
"Nothing…we never do anything to show you how much we appreciate your help and the first time we do…you throw it back in our face. Fine. Stay here." Dean grabbed his jacket and gingerly shrugged it on. "Come on Sam." He started to head for the door.
Bobby sighed and thought that no one did offended quite as well as a Winchester.
"Ok. I'll come….but so help me God Winchester if you're up to something…"
Dean's smile was a little too bright and it made Bobby nervous. "Me? Up to something? Nah."
Bobby looked at Sam and the boy almost ran for the door.
Bobby watched as they drove by the only bar in the town next to his salvage yard and stopped outside a little restaurant that was just down the street. He frowned as Sam pulled the Impala up behind Mags truck.
"If you've done what I think you've done Dean Winchester, Sam is gonna be looking for a new brother."
Mags hopped out of the truck as Bobby and the boys got out of the car. "Hi Dean. So you said you wanted to talk to me? Hey Bobby, Sam. Why are you all here?"
She looked at Dean and he laughed. "I said I'd fix you to up, didn't I?" He lent in and whispered to her.
"And I remember telling you not too!" She laughed in spite of herself at the impish look on his face.
"I don't remember than…must have been the meds." He turned to Bobby. "The meal and the drink is all paid for and look Bobby….you don't have a car so Mags will just have to drive you home."
Dean winked at Bobby and he wanted to wipe the smirk right off of Dean's face. "I hate you, you know that don't you." Bobby slapped Dean on the shoulder taking a little pleasure from the groan that it caused.
Mags joined in. "So do I." She slapped the other shoulder and Dean let out a little hitched breath. "Sorry Dean, did that hurt?"
"Where's the sympathy!" He turned to his brother. "Ok Sam, my work is done. You kids have fun now. We're out of here."
He turned to follow Sam back to the car and then stopped, walking back to Bobby he slipped something in his pocket and spoke quietly to him. "Safety first remember old man, there's instructions in the box…just in case you've forgotten where they go and how to use them."
Bobby couldn't keep the smile off his face. "Good you practice something that's safe, Dean. Just try to be more careful before you get far enough to use what you just slipped into my pocket ok?"
"I hear ya." He opened the door to the car and when to climb in, stopping for the final time. "Think we're headed to L.A., we'll call when we get there." Bobby raised a hand in salute. Dean wasn't quite finished. "Mags? Remember to go gentle on him, his old heart ain't what it used to be!"
She smiled wickedly at Dean. "That's ok honey…I'm an expert at mouth to mouth!" Dean choked as he laughed at the embarrassed look on Bobby's face and got in the car.
They waved at Bobby and Mags as they pulled away.
Sam smiled across at his brother. "So do you think that they'll use the whole box?"
"What? " Dean rolled his eyes. "Come on Sammy, this is Bobby why would I leave him the whole box…he'll be lucky to use the one I did leave him in the box."
"I don't know…Mags is quite something."
Dean grinned. "She is that. I bet she gives the old man a run for his money." He groaned and touched his forehead. "Crap now I've got this god awful picture in my head now of Bobby and Mags…."
"Dean stop please I'm begging you….don't do that to me…don't put that picture in my head."
"Why not you just did it to me." Dean shook his head. "Can we find a bar somewhere…I need a drink to kill the mind numbing images that are trying to invade my brain."
"Ok, we'll stop at the next town but Dean…."
Dean turned. "Yeah."
"If you try to hook up with someone in this bar I'll kill you myself and spare anyone else the trouble. You got me?"
Dean turned. "You know how you said I'd make a great dad?"
Sam turned briefly. "Yeah?"
"Well you'd make someone a wonderful mother."
Sam sat for a moment and then looked over at his brother. He didn't realise that he was still staring until Dean spoke.
"Dude, driving requires you to look at the road sometime you know…if you crash my car again…"
Dean looked at him. "Yeah again. Big semi…you drove in front of it. Ring any bells? Watch the road man…not me…and before you ask…I'm fine ok?"
"The semi hit me…side on…so not my fault."
"Whatever dude, just watch the road."
Sam looked over and realised that Dean was making an effort to appear normal, the joking, the laughing but he knew that what had happened was still troubling his brother, he could see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice. Dean was fine but he wasn't ok…not yet.
Sam could fix that though, get him busy…find a hunt…maybe a werewolf. Yeah, Dean always liked a good werewolf hunt.
"So, San Fran or L.A. Where'd you want to go first?"
"Let's just let the road take us where it leads us little brother…and you can wake me up when we get there." Dean settled down and closed his eyes.
"Yeah, let's do that."
Chapter End Notes:
Hope that you have enjoyed this, there were bits that I loved and bits that I hated 'cos they were hard to write the way I wanted but I hope that it was all good for you. I apologise that I haven't replied to every review but I was silly and posted this on 3 sites at the same time – over 500 reviews in total and if I have replied to them all, this would never had been finished.
A huge thank you for all the reviews-over 240 at the moment and cheers to the people that just read and hopefully enjoyed, there are a lot of you and I am grateful to all of you for taking the time to stop here.
I am stunned by how much you've liked this little fic. especially since I was soo mean to Dean in it (maybe that why you like it! lol)
Hope you like the ending.
Thanks again for all the support. I love and appreciate all of it.
TTFN. See ya soon, Mary xx