So this is the last chapter for this story. I'm going to be backing off on the chapter stories for a while and concentrating on drabbles for the time being, now that this project is finished. Please keep checking back, as I plan to finish off "Dreams We Make Reality" shortly. Thanks for reading, and reviews are welcome!

Dean stared at the house as Jacob drove away. Bobby's car was parked in front of the house, and his Impala was still in pieces where he had left it. He was tempted to go and work on it, to avoid what he knew he had to do, but it had to be done.

He walked slowly across the junkyard and ascended the porch steps. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the front door.

Bobby looked surprised when he opened the door to find Dean standing there, actually sober.

"Hey Bobby."
"Come on in, Dean." Dean walked past his friend into the living room. "Son, are you all right?"

"Yeah, I'm okay." Bobby went to open his mouth, but Dean stopped him. "Really, I'm okay now. I'm good."

"Whaddya mean, good? Like, 'leave me alone while I work on the Impala' good, or 'thanks for everything, Sam and I are leaving' good?"

"Both, sort of. Everything's been so jacked up since Dad. And then that whole thing with Sam and the Demon just fucked everything up worse. I'm afraid Yellow-Eyes might be right about Sam, and it scares the hell out of me, Bobby."

Bobby pulled up a chair and sat across from Dean at the table.

"Listen, son, Sam is gonna be okay. Nothing is going to happen to him, as long as you and I are here to protect him."

"That's my point, Bobby! I'm checking out in a year. Where does that leave Sam? He's going to have to fight this war without me. I'm not going to be here to protect him. He's gonna die, Bobby."

The front door suddenly opened, and Sam stood in the doorway. By the look on his face, Dean could tell he had heard their entire conversation.


"You really think I'm gonna get myself killed after you leave, Dean? Do you think I'm that stupid?"

"No, Sam. I know you're not stupid. But the things we let out of the gate are smarter and nastier than anything we've dealt with before. One man can't do it all by himself."

Sam closed the door and came into the room.

"I'm not gonna be alone! Bobby will be here, and Ellen, and probably Jo, if I ever find her again. There are tons of hunters fighting this war. We're not alone in this, Dean, no matter how alone you feel."

Dean got to his feet. He was done with this conversation. His brother and Bobby were right. They had been trying to tell him that from the beginning, and he was too stubborn to listen to them. Trying to shoot himself was never the answer, and he realized what he had to do before he checked out and left Sam alone in this crap hole of a world.
"Look, I've been an ass, and I'm sorry. That's it. Whaddya say we fix the car, and kill some demons?" Grinning, Dean started for the door. Bobby and Sam exchanged glances. The old Dean was back again, and they knew he was really going to be all right.