Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the boys.
So, I've been dreading this last chapter, mainly because I didn't want the story to end. I'm glad you've all enjoyed the story though and I appreciate all the wonderful comments and critiques on it. I have some bad news though...the first chapter of my next story is not yet finished. I had a little extra research to do for the next story and it's taken a bit longer to figure out where I wanted to go with it. It will continue almost as sequel to this story though. So if you wanna check my profile in a few days, I hope to have it posted. Still working on a title though.
Dean walked out from the bedroom at Bobby's house, where Sam was sleeping peacefully. Sam had been back at Bobby's place for a day now. He was tired and drained, emotionally and physically, but he seemed to be getting better.
Dean made his way to the living room. Bobby was sitting at a desk rummaging through some books. "Whatcha doing?" He asked Bobby as he moved to sit on the couch, which was also his bed for the night. "Is that a book on Wicca?"
Bobby slammed one of the books closed. "Yeah. Seems some idget's been killing witches in Salem." He replied.
"Let me guess, he's burning them at the stake." Dean said sarcastically.
Bobby rolled his eyes. "No, he's killing them with some sort of athame." He explained.
"And this is a problem?" Dean asked curiously.
Bobby sighed. "These women that have been killed are good witches."
Dean put his hands out in defiance. "Whoa whoa, good witches?" He questioned.
"Believe it or not there are good witches and someone or something is killing them." Bobby replied. "Rufus thinks it's some kind of ritualistic killing spree. He didn't give me too many details though. He's hit up Salem a few times and can't afford to be playing the Sherlock Holmes game again."
"So, you want me and Sam to check things out?" Dean asked.
"Well it's something for you to do once Sam's on his feet. It's not like we have any leads on this Mother of All." Bobby said. "We can talk about it in the morning."
"Yeah, ok" Dean replied. "I should try and get some sleep. I haven't slept much since all this crap started happening with Sammy."
Bobby headed up to his own bed, leaving Dean alone in the living room. Dean sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. He took his shoes off and laid back on the couch, pulling a blanket over himself. For a few minutes he thought about Sam and wondered if Sam would ever be himself again, if Sam would ever be normal again. When has Sam ever been normal? He asked himself. Neither one of us are normal. Before he could think anymore, his eye lids grew heavy and his breathing slowed. Sleep overcame him.
The sun rose slowly from the east, gracing the world with it's warm rays. They inched across the floor in Sam's room, slowly approaching the bed where he laid. His eyes opened as if to greet the rays. He gazed around the room, content to be somewhere familiar. He stretched his arms out from under the covers. He felt a bit more refreshed today, than he had on previous days. He had slept peacefully without any dreams, nightmares, or memories flashing through his mind. Though his mind was far from being at peace, it was more relaxed than it had previously been. He sat up and pushed the covers off of himself.
Sam stood, letting the warm rays wash over his face and shirtless chest. He ran a hand through his greasy hair. He was in need of a shower. He couldn't remember the last time he had even taken a shower.
He headed into the hall and searched a linen closet for a clean towel. He walked to the bathroom down the hall, only to be greeted by Bobby. "Hey, you're up." Bobby said as he walked out from the bathroom. He caught sight of Sam's bare chest. "This ain't no porno convention."
Sam smiled, the first time he'd done so in days. "Yeah, I'm going to take a shower." He replied. "Grabbed a towel from the closet if you don't mind."
"No, it's fine. You up for some eggs or something?" Bobby asked. "I'm gonna make some breakfast."
"Sure, thanks." Sam replied. He headed into the bathroom and flipped the water on, getting the temperature just right before stepping in and letting the water run down his naked body. He let out a mental sigh of relief as he ran his hands through his wet hair. The warm water was soothing and calming. Steam fogged up the mirror above the bathroom sink.
Sam stepped out of the shower, reaching for his towel. He took in the smell of bacon that filled the air. His stomach gurgled in indication of his hunger. He stood in front of the mirror, staring at his own reflection, staring into his own soul. His heart pounded a few times before settling. He took in a deep breath and reached for his clothes. He dressed and headed down for breakfast.
As he went through the living room, he was surprised to see that Dean was still sleeping. He assumed that Dean must have needed the rest as much as he himself had needed rest. He stepped into the kitchen and sat at the table, facing Bobby who had been cooking at the stove. "Smells good." Sam said, to get his attention.
"I hope you like scrambled." Bobby replied, referring to the eggs he was cooking.
Sam reached for the a piece of bacon from a plate on the table. "That's fine, Thanks."
"I thought you'd sleep in, but not Sleeping Beauty over there." Bobby said.
"Who you callin' Sleeping Beauty?" Dean asked from the living room. He had just awoken not even a moment ago. He stretched his arms out as he stood and then walked over to the table in the kitchen. He sat across from Sam.
"It's about time you're up." Sam said sarcastically.
"Sarcasm...that's a good sign right?" Dean asked.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked back.
Dean gave a half smile. "It means your getting back to your old self. It means that Cas was wrong." He replied.
"Wrong about what?" Bobby asked. He brought a pan of eggs over to the table.
"He thought that Sam would be a drooling nutbag, my words not his." Dean said. "I'm glad your ok though. I mean, you are ok right?"
Sam thought for a moment before responding. "I think so. I'm not really sure yet." He took a bite of eggs. The phone rang and Bobby stepped out of the kitchen for a few minutes, leaving the boys alone.
"Well, if you want to talk about anything, any of the memories..." Dean trailed off.
Sam rolled his eyes and sighed. "Yeah, cause you were really eager to talk about your time in Hell." He replied sarcastically.
"I'm serious Sam, if you need to talk..." This time, Dean was cut off.
"Ok, I got it. If I need to talk, you'll be the first to know." Sam said. He and Dean sat in silence for a few minutes while they each ate their breakfast. Sam finally looked up from his plate. "Dean?"
Dean's eyes met Sam's. "Yeah." He replied.
"Thanks." Sam said to him.
Dean flashed a look of confusion. "For what?" He asked.
"For everything." Sam replied. "You've given and done so much for me and you didn't have to."
"You don't have to thank me, Sammy." Dean said.
"I know I don't have to, but I want to." Sam took a bite of food.
Bobby walked back into the kitchen. "That was Rufus on the phone." He said. "There was another witch killed last night. That makes three victims so far."
"What are you talking about?" Sam asked. "Are we supposed to be worried that someone is killing witches?"
Bobby rolled his eyes at Sam the same way he had done to Dean the night before. "As I told your wise ass brother over here, they are good witches." He explained once again.
"He thinks we may have a case." Dean said to Sam.
"Ok, so lets go." Sam stood from the table, taking his empty plate to the sink.
"Whoa." Dean argued. He stood. "We aren't going anywhere until you're good and ready."
"Well, I'm not entirely good, but more than ready." Sam replied. "I need something to take my mind off of things."
"But..." Dean wanted to keep arguing, but he knew better. "Fine."
"Sam, Dean." Castiel said from the living room. They each turned to face him, even Bobby. Castiel addressed Sam. "Glad to see you're awake."
"Yeah and he's functional too." Dean added in. He spoke with a tone of annoyance. It was no secret that Castiel didn't have high hopes for Sam, especially when it came to getting his soul back or dealing with his memories of Hell. Sam looked at Dean with confusion, not understanding his comment. Of course he was functional. Dean dismissed the look and asked Cas. "What do you want?"
"I just wanted to see if your brother was alright. I know I didn't exactly have hope in his recovery." Castiel replied.
Sam looked at Cas with a bit of anger in his eyes. "Gee, thanks." He said sarcastically.
"Look, we gotta case to take care of..." Dean stopped mid sentence and turned to Sam. "Shall we get going?"
"Definitely." Sam replied. "Let me go up and get my bag." He headed upstairs to gather his things and his bag.
Dean went to the couch and grabbed his own bag from the floor. "That's it?" Castiel asked. "You're just going to leave?"
Dean looked up at him. "I have nothing to say to you right now." He replied.
Sam stepped back into the room, his bag slung over his shoulder. Dean walked over to him, bag in hand. "Lets go bitch." He said to Sammy.
All Sam replied was one word and that word was one that assured Dean that things would be alright with Sam. "Jerk." He said as he practically shoved Dean out the door onto Bobby's porch.
Dean looked out towards the Impala with a huge smile on his face, the sun beaming down on him. Sam's gonna be ok. He thought.
Bobby and Castiel stood in the doorway, watching the boys make their way to the car. "Sometimes, I don't understand them." Castiel said to Bobby.
"Sometimes, I don't understand them either." Bobby replied.
Dean started up the Impala, it's motor purring loudly. He glanced back at the porch for a moment, before speeding down the gravel driveway and instructing Sam to look for the quickest route to Salem, Massachusetts.
Sam and Dean's lives were always on the line. Something was always threatening them, yet for everyday their lives were in darkness, the sun would eventually rise and give them hope. Sam's life was in peril, but by some miracle he survived his memories of Hell. Though neither brother ever knew what was in store for them or their futures, two things were certain: they would always be hunters and they would always have each other. The next hunt would always be waiting and in this case, they were headed to Salem to probe the deaths of supposed good witches.
Well, that's the last chapter. I hope I ended it on a good note. The next story will take place after this and will follow their investigation into these witches that are being killed. I'm thinking of calling it 'The Summoning.' Not sure on that though. I should have it posted in a few days though, so if you're interested, please check back for it. Anyways...please let me know what you thought about the ending. Thanks for sticking with me through each chapter.