With 140 reviews, "Opening Doors" is my most popular fanfic to date. Naturally, with an ending like that, it begged for a sequel. Well, here it is.

Welcome to "Closing Doors" the anticipated sequel that I mentioned above. As with the last fic, get ready to laugh, cry, and get kinda mad at various characters :)

Disclaimer: I don't own "Supernatural" or any of its characters. I wish i did, though, because then you'd be seeing these stories acted out :)

And now, on with the show. As always, thanks for bothering to take the time to read (and review... hint, hint).

Closing Doors

Sacramento, California

May, 1992

"Higher!" the little girl shrieked as strong hands pushed her gently up into the air.

"If I push you any higher," the man behind her smiled, "you'll flip over the bars."

"Nuh-uh," Allison grinned, stopping the swing and looking up at the man that had offered to play with her after Joey Smith had torn the ear off her favorite stuffed rabbit, "that's impossible!"

"Oh, no it's not," the man smirked, "I've seen it done. Really."

"Mr. Swanson?"

Both Ali and the man who had been arguing with her looked up to see a young brunette woman standing in the doorway to the playground.

"Yes?" the man asked, straightening up, "what is it?"

"Um, there's someone here to see you. He says it's urgent. I told him to wait in the office."

"Ok," the man said, grinning nervously, "thanks for telling me. Ali, why don't you go with Miss Stephanie and get a snack, huh? Then we can see about getting Bunnykins out of surgery, huh?"

Allison nodded happily and ran off with the brunette as the man headed into the main building and towards the small office, dreading who he would see. He was incredibly surprised to see a familiar head of salt-and-pepper hair and kind eyes waiting for him.

"Jim," he sighed, "what a relief."

"You were expecting maybe a ghost or a demon?" Pastor Jim Murphy smiled.

"Actually," Dean replied, sitting down beside his father's old friend, "I was thinking I'd find a principal, doctor, or, Heaven forbid, a mortician. Being a dad really changes you."

"I would think," Jim said, "how are the boys?"

"Good, good. Sam's acing every subject and Dean's staying out of trouble. Couldn't ask for more."

"I see. And the apartment?"

"Great. Now that the kids are older, I can work later, and Dean got himself a summer job helping me out. We're pretty comfortable right now."

"That's good," Jim nodded, "I'm glad everyone's settling into their new lives."

"Yeah," Dean agreed, "but you didn't come all the way from Blue Earth just to ask me how the kids are. What's wrong?"

The pastor sighed, hanging his head. "You know I hate to do this to you, Dean, especially after you promised those kids they'd never have to go out and hunt again, but I wouldn't be asking you if it wasn't important."

"You want me to kill something, don't you?"

"Up in Maine," Jim explained, "there have been some disturbances. Bad things, deaths. I'm afraid something might be brewing up that way. Something demonic. I'm not asking you to go now, you can wait until the boys are out of school for the summer. Just head up there and take a look, that's all I'm asking. You don't even have to tell them why you're really going, just say it's a vacation."

"Jim, I'm not gonna lie to my sons," Dean said, "I promised we'd stick together, we'd be safe, and we wouldn't keep any secrets. If we're going, I'm going to be telling them the truth."

Jim nodded. "If that's what you think is best, and if you're sure they'll go along with it."

Dean sighed, holding his head in his hands. "You know, Jim, if I'm gonna take them out and do this, one last time, I should probably make a few stops along the way. I've been thinking about this, and knowing what I know, I can make a difference. We can save some lives this summer."

"Do whatever you want, Dean," the pastor replied, "the Lord knows you've already screwed up the timeline enough, but, by all means, make some more changes. Let's just hope we don't all regret them someday."

Sacramento California

16 Years Later

Her eyes were so accusing as they stared blankly down at him, her mouth open in a silent scream. He would never hear her sweet voice again. He had lost her, had let it take her. It had put her on the ceiling, made her bleed, made her burn.

And as he watched his beloved burn on the ceiling, one thought flashed through Sam Winchester's mind, one emotion ruled out all others. His father was going to pay. It had been Dean's idea, after all, to try and change things. It was Dean's fault that Jessica was dying again.

Sam cringed at the sudden hate that threatened to consume him, even as the world around him collapsed and shifted. He saw someone standing over the crib, a dark shape in the midst of crackling flames. The figure was stooped over the baby, wanting her for some unknown reason.

Suddenly, it stood, yellow eyes shining, looking at Sam, looking through him. A great burst of flames shot through the room as the creature smiled. Sam felt the heat on his face, felt it consume him as the anger and hate had.

"No!" Sam jumped up in bed, screaming the syllable as if it would save his life, save his family. Beside him, Jessica stirred.

"What is it?" she asked groggily, placing a warm hand on his clammy skin, trying to sooth her distressed husband.

"Nightmare," Sam replied shakily, "I, um, I need to call my dad."

Jess didn't question the statement, just settled back under the covers and muttered something about checking on the baby. Sam nodded as he left the room, letting his wife go back to sleep.

He stopped by the nursery on his way to the kitchen, peeking in at his perfect daughter, who would be exactly six months old in the next week. Little Ava Marie, his pride and joy, the child he'd never thought he'd be able to have. His heart ached with the thought of a world without her.

Sam walked into the house's small kitchen and sat down at the table, placing his head in his hands and considering what he was about to do. He'd spent a little over a year in his new life, and had barely spoken to the man who had given up everything to let him grow up normal. They lived in different parts of the country, Sam in California with his wife and daughter, and Dean in Jefferson City with everyone else. After Ava's baptism they hadn't really talked, but now he needed advice.

He picked up the phone and dialed Dean's cell number.

Well, that was Chapter one. Tell me what you think. Love it, hate it, want to burn it and bury the ashes where no one can find them (keeping in mind that doing so with ruin your poor little computer)? As always, reviews keep me going, so don't be shy!