Disclaimer:I own no part of Supernatural or its characters. No profit is derived from this story and is intended for entertainment purposes only; mostly my own.

A/N: I got through writing this epilogue and decided that I hated what I did in the last two chapters, so I went back and did a massive overhaul, taking out the character of Sandra as I realized she wasn't doing anything good for the story except providing filler, which I didn't want. I suggest going back to chapter three and four and re-reading them as I took out a lot of junk and tried to salvage the whole point of the story, which was to show the devotion that Sam and Dean have for each other. I hope that you find that this version is better than what I had written previously and I apologize for any confusion this might cause. Let me know what you think of this.---thanks! :D


Sam had just finished buttoning up his shirt when Dr. Richards walked into his room and handed him a small stack of papers.

"Here's the discharge papers for you to sign. That is, if you're ready to get out of here."

"Oh yeah. No offense Doctor, but if I spent any more time here I might just go insane."

"No offense taken, this place does that to people. Just make sure you follow all of my instructions, take your medicine and let that brother of yours do all of the work for the next week and hopefully we shall never meet again."


"No problem."

"Oh...I was wondering..." Sam began while he signed all the forms. "There was this nurse in the E.R when I first came in. Her name was Cassandra, she was really nice and I wanted to thank her for taking care of me in the ER...I haven't been able to find her, do you know where she might be?"

"An nurse named Cassandra? Are you sure that was her name?"

"Yeah. I don't remember much from that night, but I remember her."

"Can't say that I know a Cassandra that works here, especially since I know all of the nurses that work in the E.R. Maybe you just have her name mixed-up with someone else?"

Sam frowned in confusion. He could have sworn that the woman that spoke to him in the E.R. had been a nurse named Cassandra, but perhaps he had just been seeing things at the time- he did have a pretty high fever at the time after all.

"Maybe... thanks, anyway."

"Anytime. Oh, by the way, Dr. Newman, the doctor you saw over at the urgent care clinic, resigned suddenly. No one really knows why...he just up and left medicine all together. According to the gossip going around, he looked like he'd been in a bar-room brawl when he handed in his resignation letter and it looks like someone taught him a lesson. Anyway, I just thought you'd like to know."

Sam had a sinking feeling he knew who might have been behind that and he groaned a little inwardly.

"So, where is that brother of yours?" Dr. Richards asked.

"You mean that handsome devil Sam's lucky to have as a sibling? He's right here." Dean's voice sounded from the open door, pushing a wheelchair in. "I was just pulling the car around." Sam rolled his eyes as Dean strolled in.

"I'm not riding in a wheelchair, Dean. I can walk."

"Tough. Sit." Dean ordered while Sam put his hands on his hips.

"Actually Sam, it's hospital policy that all newly discharged patients be wheeled out." She grinned, taking Dean's side and giving the older brother a wink.

"Alrighty then. You heard the lady." Dean gestured to the chair with a dramatic bow. "Your carriage awaits, Princess."

Sam sighed in frustration, but being outnumbered, sat in the chair with a huff and crossed his arms. Dean began to push him out of the room, but came to a sudden halt as soon as Sam was out in the hall. Turning to see what the hold-up was, Sam looked behind to see Dr. Richards holding onto Dean's arm then whipping out a business card, handing it to him and staring deeply in to his eyes with a smirk on her face.

"Just in case you're ever in Atlanta again and you're feeling under the weather, give me a ring....I make house calls."

Dean grinned back slyly and took the card, returning her seductive stare. "Hmm, think I might be coming down with something already."

Sam rolled his eyes and cleared his throat.

"Some time today would be great, Dean." Sam called out.

Dean shrugged and gave Dr. Richards a sheepish grin. She gave him a little finger wave as Dean pushed the wheelchair forward with a little more force than was necessary.

"Ya know, you're really lucky you're still not completely healthy or..." Dean began in irritation.

"Or you'd be kicking my ass up and down the hospital halls." Sam finished for him. "Yeah I got it after about the fourth or fifth time you said that." Sam shot back.

"You better watch it, little bro..."

"Like you could really take me on. You have noticed that I'm about half a foot taller than you, right?"

"It's not the height that counts, Sammy. It's the skill"

"Whatever, Shorty...."

"Shut-up, Yeti wannabe."

"No. You shut-up, turd burgler."

"Make me."

"Maybe I will...."


Cassandra watched the two brothers as they argued all of the way down the hall and out the door. A small smile came to her face and she knew would miss this. Feeling a presence beside her, she addressed him with out turning.

"It's about time. I've been expecting you, Uriel."

"Why did you disobey, Cassandra? You were told not to interfere and to let Sam die from that burst blood vessel in the motel room, yet you woke Dean up and saved his brother instead. I just want to understand why. If he had died, that would just be one less of those demon-infected children running loose."

Cassandra turned to Uriel, still smiling even though she knew what was coming and the punishment she was certain to endure: separation from the one she held so dear and had worked so hard to protect all these years.

"I had no choice."

"But you are Dean's guardian. Not Sam's"

"Don't you get it Uriel? The death of one of them would mean the destruction of the other. If Sam had died, it wouldn't be long before Dean followed. I did what I had to do to save Dean."

"You've only delayed the inevitable. Sam will still die."

"I had to try. I did it for Dean's soul, not just for his life- He can be very rash when he is desperate."

"It is the way it is supposed to be. We follow orders and all goes according to plan."

"I just wonder where the orders are coming from sometimes." She whispered. "Don't you? They don't seem right to me anymore."

"We are not to question, only obey." Uriel placed a hand on Cassandra's shoulders and she knew her time was up.

"Come, we must go now." As she and Uriel disappeared from the hospital and headed home, she knew for the first time ever, true fear. Knowing that there would be no one to watch over her charge anymore, those two boys would have to look out for each other and she prayed that that would be enough.

The End