...Like I said. I was on a roll and I realized I only had the epilogue left, so I decided to just write it and finish up the story tonight. I probably won't be able to write for the next two weeks anyway (finals!), so why not? :)
Please review and I hope you all have enjoyed the story! :)
Sam laid down on the bed with a groan, so happy to be lying down on something softer than the rocks by the lake that he wasn't even sure there were words to describe his feelings.
Dean was silent and Sam forced his tired eyes open when he realized there were no jokes headed his way.
Dean looked serious, thoughtful, and Sam wasn't sure he liked what he saw.
"We'd better get ready."
Sam tiled his head a little, confused. "For what?"
Dean glanced at him, ran a hand over his face, then through his hair. Finally, he turned fully to look at Sam.
His eyes were dark with fury, haunted with memories and pain.
"To hunt. That #$%'s butt is mine."
Sam stared at him a moment, then forced himself to his feet with surprising speed and grabbed Dean by the shoulders.
"No! Dean, please. No more revenge driven years of hunting, okay? If we hunt, we hunt to save people, not to get revenge. Please?"
Dean hesitated and Sam went in for the finish, knowing this was going to be a defining moment for them, the moment that decided whether they were going to forge their own path...or go down the dark one their father had forged before them, one of revenge and hatred and darkness that still haunted the boys he had raised on it.
"Please, Dean, don't make me face that thing again. I don't want to go through all of this again. If we come across it, we can hunt it, but please, please don't make me hunt this."
Dean stared at Sam for a moment, hesitating.
Both could sense the importance of the decision.
Dean stiffened slightly as he heard his father's voice in his mind, soft but clear. Don't make the same mistakes I did, Dean.
And in an instant Dean made his decision: a decision that would and had made him a greater man than his dad had ever been.
"Okay. I priomise, Sammy. No more revenge. I promise."
Sam pulled him into a hug.
In that moment, he knew that everything was going to be okay.
No matter what the future brought, the Winchesters would face it together, a bond, forged anew with blood and tears, that would carry them through the rest of their lives and into eternity.
Despite all of Sam's powers, all of Dean's hunting talent, their greatest power lay in their love for the other and Sam knew that as long as they held onto that, they would be okay.
He didn't plan on ever letting go again.
You're stuck with me forever, Dean.
Enjoy the ride.
We've got work to do.