Okay, this is the last chapter of this story. I enjoyed writing it, and I hope you guys enjoyed reading. Thanks again!

~Fallen Angel~

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"Dean!" Sam shouted, walking after his brother, who was halfway to the car already. "Hang on a second!" Sam reached out to touch his brother, and Dean flinched and whipped around, ready to throw a punch. "Relax, it's me."

"Can we just go please? I wanna put this place behind me, for good."

Sam studied the expression on Dean's face. His brother was really desperate to put all of this in his rearview mirror.

"All right, let's go."

Without another word, Dean turned and stalked off toward the Impala. Bobby joined Sam as he watched Dean walk ahead of him.

"Did you talk to him?" the older hunter asked.

"No. He's pretty messed up. I touched his shoulder and he almost punched me." Sam heard the roar of the Impala's engine. "This is gonna take some time."

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Dean drove in silence for three hours. He had put Metallica on repeat in the CD player, and he knew it was making his brother crazy by the way Sam would adjust himself when the CD started again. Sam had taken to staring out the window. Dean wanted to tell his brother about what happened back in that cabin, but he wasn't sure Sam would understand.

When the CD started for a fourth time, Sam reached over and turned it off.

"If I have to listen to that one more time, I'm going to throw it out the window," he said to his brother.

"You throw that out the window and I'll kick your ass."

"Is that supposed to be a threat?" Sam retorted.

At that Dean pulled the Impala to the side of the road and got out of the car. Sam followed. Dean opened the trunk and took out a bottle of rum he had been hiding. Sam came around from the passenger side to confront his brother.

"This is getting ridiculous, Dean. You're not yourself, man."

"No, really? A succubus used me as a human sex toy, Sam! All she had to do was touch me, and I'd go under some kind of spell long enough for her to have sex with me, and when she was done, she'd hang me back on the wall like a side of beef! Tell me, Sam, does that give me the right to not be myself right now?"

Sam leaned against the trunk and studied his brother's expression. He couldn't imagine what Dean had gone through inside that cabin with the succubus.

"I'm sorry, Dean. I should be more understanding."

"I just felt so used, Sam. I've never felt that way before. I felt cheap, exposed, and humiliated." He took a swig of rum from the bottle. "When I was sitting there alone, I thought about all the women I've been with. I started to wonder how I made them feel, and if it was anywhere close to what I was feeling right then. I'm not proud of what I did back there to get out of there, Sam, and I really don't want to talk about it anymore."

Sam took the bottle from him and took a big swig.

"In that case, why don't we get back on the road and find some demon to kill? I'm sure there's a job for us somewhere in Dad's journal that we haven't done yet, some coordinates he left in there for us."

For the first time in hours, Dean smiled.

"Couldn't have said it any better myself, Sammy." Dean put the rum back in the trunk and shut it tight. "Come on, we've got some work to do."

Finite