"OK, you can make closing remarks and then I shall rule," Osiris said.
"The first case was clearly not Dean's fault. He was ten years old and he did what ten year olds do. Punishing him for that would be like punishing a baby for pooping in its diaper. The results aren't pretty but nobody did anything wrong. I had been annoying Dean all day, asking when dad was coming home, eating the last bowl of Lucky Charms. It was as much my fault as his. In fact, if my father had told me about the supernatural before that point, maybe I could have stayed awake watching for the monster, too. So, what if I was only five? If you're going to blame a ten-year old for playing video games, you may as well blame a five-year old for falling asleep and being ignorant."
"The second case was clearly my fault. I wouldn't shoot the yellow-eyed demon when I had the chance. He was possessing my father and I would have killed him, too, but he ended up dying anyway. Like my father said at the time, killing that demon was more important than anything. The car accident was my fault. I was driving. Because of that, Dean was hurt. And my father sold his soul, not only to save Dean, but so that Dean could save me."
"The third case was also my fault. I've shown Dean time and again that I can't be trusted when it comes to monsters. I've had sex with a werewolf and a demon. My first kiss was with a kitsune. I made friends with a ghost a few years back when all Dean wanted to do was stop car accidents. Any logical hunter kills monsters as soon as they're found. They don't make friends with them, they don't fall in love with them. Dean did the right thing. Especially seeing as how Amy had killed."
"So, in other words, I'm the true guilty party," Sam said. He realized the ironic thing was that if Osiris agreed with him and gave him the death penalty instead, Dean would feel even more guilt. But, Dean didn't trust Sam anymore, so he might as well take his punishment for him.
"Sammy, no," Dean said, when he realized the consequences of Sam's defense strategy.
"Well, Sam Winchester, lucky for you, you are not the one on trial. Dean Winchester, I find you not guilty. This has never happened before, but the rules state that if the defendant is found not guilty, the witnesses get to live. Good-bye." Osiris disappeared leaving the rest of them in the room.
Sam walked up to Ruby and quickly grabbed out her knife and stabbed her. She grunted in surprise as she died.
"Amy, get out of here and find your son," Sam said.
Dean knew that Amy would kill again, but he couldn't stop her. Not in front of Sam. "Sam, I'm sorry," he said.
Sam couldn't deal with that right now. "What about the kid?" he asked indicating the striga victim. "He's been dead over 20 years. His parents aren't exactly expecting him for dinner. They could even be dead."
"I'll take him," Jake volunteered. "How long have I been dead?"
"About six years," Sam said.
"Maybe Andrea won't be too freaked out if I go to find her and Lucas. Maybe she can find it in her heart to forgive me. Either way, I'm sure she won't turn away the boy."
Sam nodded. Andrea would forgive him. He had no doubt of that. He remembered what Andrea had said to him about always remembering that no matter what else, her father had loved her and Lucas.
Once Jake and the kid had left, only family remained. If you could count Samuel as family.
"How long do you have?" John asked Dean.
"What are you talking about?" Dean asked.
"You sold your soul for Sam. How long until your deal comes due?"
"It already came due. I died and went to Hell and angels rescued me," Dean said.
"Dad, it was good to see you again, but I'm going to take off now," Sam interrupted.
"Where are you going?" Dean asked.
"You don't trust me, Dean. You haven't for a long time. You prove it over and over again and I just keep hoping things will change. They're not going to," Sam said. He was sad. He had hoped they could get back to the way things used to be.
"You said it yourself, Sam. You have a blind spot for monsters. Anyone would have questioned you," Dean reminded him.
"But you're not anyone, Dean. You're my brother. I know I made a mistake trusting Ruby. Obviously. But I told you, Amy saved my life."
"Ruby saved your life dozens of times. It didn't make her any less evil. I'm not even saying Amy is full on evil. But she killed and once you've killed you'll do it again," Dean said, willing Sam to understand.
"OK, but couldn't you at least have been honest with me?"
John and Samuel just watched. John was still shocked that Sam had trusted a demon and had apparently had numerous relationships of one sort or another with various monsters. Samuel had never seen Sam so impassioned before. He was usually so cold and calculating. He realized that he was really seeing his grandson for the first time.
"I wanted to spare you another Madison."
Sam looked at him. He looked into Dean's eyes and realized that was the truth. Killing Madison had been so hard on him. He had been racked with guilt about that up until Dean sold his soul for him, then he just replaced Madison guilt with Dean guilt.
"Amy was the first girl I met who understood anything," Sam said. "I never felt accepted by anyone else again until I met Jess."
"I know. That's why I wanted you to believe that she had gone on living without killing again. But, now that she's out there, she will kill again, and we will have to hunt her down. We'll wait, but it will happen. Her kid will get sick again, or she won't have any access to cadavers. Something will come along to make her kill again."
"You don't know that," Sam said, sounding unsure of himself.
"I hope I'm wrong," Dean said. "Please don't leave."
"OK," Sam said. "But you have to be completely honest with me even if you think it will hurt. I spent 180 years in the cage with Lucifer. I think I can take it."
"What?" John asked.
"Long story," Sam said.
"You coming with?" Dean asked.
"I'd like that," John said. "What about him?" he asked indicating Samuel.
"We don't really like him," Dean answered.
Sam smiled at the understatement. Dean had threatened to kill him a couple of times.
As if reading Sam's mind, Samuel said to Dean, "I thought you were going to kill me."
"I've learned not to judge others," Dean said. "But don't push your luck. Keep your distance."
John looked quizzically at him. This was their grandfather.
"We have a lot to tell you," Dean said.
"Well, I've got the time," John said.
The three Winchester men got in the Impala. It was almost like old times, except Dean was driving and John was in the backseat, instead of John driving with Sam in the back. Some things would never change and some things always would.
A/N Thanks to Meggin Lane. She gave me an ending of this story which I didn't use, but it did give me the idea for Sam's defense strategy.