I'm back with yet another sequel that isn't even supposed to exist. That's right, it's the (definitely) final chapter in the OAW series. What? You've never heard of it? Summary time!

So, if you've never read any of the stories, or just need a refresher course, here are some quick summaries. If you think you're ok, ignore these. Ready, set, read!

OAW1: The brothers are investigating a cult that's kidnapping psychics when Sam is taken. Dean reveals that he doesn't believe in God and tests the deity, requesting to see an angel in the room. He gets his wish, and sprouts wings. With these wings and few heavenly abilities, he saves his brother from the evil cult, which is run by the YED, but not before a young pyrokinetic named Holly becomes possessed by her "father" and kills him. Sam is initiated into the cult, kills most of them off, and brings his brother back to life with a touch.

OAW2: Sam's been kidnapped again, and Dean goes to a church looking to get his wings back. He runs into a young blond man named Gabe who grants his wish, and goes after Sam. Sam's abilities have become stronger since his initiation and now he's after blood- mainly Dean's, as killing his remaining family will complete the ritual. The brothers scuffle, and Dean once again is able to save his brother from the cult, killing the YED and all of the official members. Sam is dying, though, and Gabe offers to heal him before taking Dean's wings back. Somebody up there likes the eldest Winchester, though, and Dean gets to keep his brother and his wings.

OAW3: Immortality comes with a price. Fifty-five years after tracking down the Colt, Dean learns that the hard way, as he stays 27 forever while Sam ages before his eyes. Dean refuses to let his brother die, afraid to spend eternity alone. He might not have to, though, when he meets Angie, a girl in a similar position. She steals the Colt and kills Sam, revealing that she is a demon. Dean goes to clear his thoughts after killing her and runs into Sam, brought back by a Higher Power and eager to show off his new wings.

OAW4: Sam has started having visions again, this time of psychics being killed by demons. The brothers go to help one such psychic- the baby that they rescued in Salvation- and run into more trouble. The YED had a brother who wants Sam dead. He kidnaps the Winchesters and cuts off Sam's wings, rending him mortal, before finally killing the younger man. Dean tries to end his own life, but Gabe won't allow it, citing the coming war and the need for soldiers. Dean turns his back on the forces that gave him his wings. Sam comes back once again to fight by his brother's side. It turns out that there are war mongers on both sides, and the brothers need to be careful.

Whew. Maybe it would have taken you guys less time to read the actual stories, huh? Now, onto this one. The technical stuff:�

Title:On Angel's Wings 5

Summary: The Winchester brothers are perfectly content with their lot in life, and want little to do with the forces that gave them their wings and the war that seems to be brewing until Gabe shows up to tell them that a new demon seems to have risen and is targeting psychic kids. The town that the boy lives in is overrun with demons, and deception runs deep. Who can the brothers trust? And are their closest allies more than they appear to be?

Rating: T�

Warnings: If you're new to the series, you don't know it, but these things are my most graphic works. Just ask other readers. That being said, there's blood, guts, gore, and some language, as well as violence.

Disclaimer: I don't own the show. It's Kripke's. I think they referenced OAW1 in Houses of the Holy, but I can't be sure. Fluffy white feathers being scattered around and guys getting impaled by metal poles are common occurrences, right?

Dedication: This story is dedicated to Chrissy Shavlik, the free dog that cost so much, and somehow managed to give it all back. Dec. 24, 1996- March 15, 2008.

Now, on to the actual story (which is probably shorter than that intro...):


On Angel's Wings 5

Hot breath stung his face, rancid drool coming ever closer to dripping into his open mouth, and the only thing that he could think of as two-inch fangs bared down upon him was how much it would suck having to pick up the pieces of his mangled body and put them back together again.

The hell hound steadied itself, placing one large paw on either side of Sam's body, straddling the man, pushing him farther into the dirt until the fragile bones sprouting from his back groaned in protest.

And to think they'd almost gone after the vampire nest in St. Louis.

He called out to his brother, hoping that the older man had been able to wrest his way from the clutches of the hound's master in time to provide a quick save, because Sam honestly didn't think that he had much time left.

The overgrown dog snarled then lunged, clamping powerful jaws down on the hunter's neck. Pain exploded across his throat and down his body, cooling to a slow burn as the thing shrieked in pain and stumbled off, foaming at the mouth.

He would have told the hound where it could go, or at least come up with some witty comeback. He tired to, anyway. It was pretty hard to articulate much of anything with his vocal chords hanging out of his ripped throat.

The hound retreated, pawing at its burnt face and glaring at Sam with stupid, red eyes. It mustered a single growl before lunging at him once more, determined to finish its master's assigned task despite the pain.

It only made it about half-way to the bloodied spot of ground where Sam sat, trying to bring the world back into focus. A shadow loomed overhead, growing larger as the figure in the sky grew closer.

The hell hound let out a single, plaintive howl as a shaft of fire was shoved clean through it, pinning the dog to its spot before sending it spiraling back to the earth mid-leap. Its humongous paws twitched, its nostrils flared, and it finally stilled.

Dean Winchester let out a breath he hadn't even realized that he'd been holding, watching with wide eyes as the flaming sword twinkled and disappeared. He turned to his brother and smiled. Sam responded with a glare.

"Oh, come on," Dean gushed, "you gotta admit that was cool."

Sam put a hand to his bleeding neck and scowled. "Show-off."

"Jealous?" Dean asked, surveying the scene, the blood, the scraps of his brother's throat that littered the ground. "Sorry I was late."

"Late," Sam questioned, removing his tacky hand from the unmarred skin of his neck, "or out-matched?"

It was the older man's turn to scowl. "You know that bitch was old," he defended.

"But she was possessing a nine-year-old."

"Which is exactly what made it hard to beat her," Dean pointed out, holding out a hand to help his brother up, "besides, I got here in time."

Sammy snorted. "Barely." They looked back at the body of the hell hound, which lay smoldering and foaming on the dusty ground. "What are we gonna do about Cujo?"

"Salt and burn. What else?"

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Sam flicked his wrist, waiting for that spark, that ember, that shaft of fire that seemed to come so easily into his brother's grasp when commanded. There was nothing.

"Forget it, Sammy," Dean muttered, rolling up an old pair of jeans and shoving it into his duffle bag, "you just can't do it."

"I thought this stuff was universal."

"Maybe you're just special."

"Maybe you're just an idiot."

"Maybe you should shut up."

Sam made a noise deep in his throat that sounded suspiciously like the hell hound's final vocalization upon being skewered. "I'm serious, Dean. I think there's something wrong with me."

"Oh, you mean besides the psychic visions, the demon hunting, and the friggin' wings?"

"I haven't had a vision in years, we hunt because we've got nothing better to do now, and you can't possibly blame me for that last one. That was all you, man."

Dean nodded. "True, but your constant desire to be just like your big bro had a little something to do with it, right?"

"Sure," Sam said, flicking his wrist out again and rolling his eyes, "whatever."

The older man sighed, watching his brother from the corner of his eyes. "You're doing it wrong."

"What?"

"It's not in the wrist. It's everywhere else. You gotta think about it, gather it up and send it to your hand, otherwise you get jack squat."

"You know how stupid that sounds?" Sam asked.

"Hey, I'm the one whipping out the flaming sword from nowhere, and you're the one getting gutted by Cujo's demonic cousin. Yeah, I'm the stupid one."

Sam sighed and closed his eyes, ducking his head and concentrating. He could feel something, all right. A heat radiating from his face. "This is stupid, Dean," he muttered.

Dean opened his mouth to respond, but was cut-off by a loud knock on the door of the motel room. Shrugging on his jacket, and making sure that Sam had time to don his own, he went to answer it.

A tall blond man stood at the door, his blue eyes sparkling in the light of the setting sun, his business suit making him look out of place at the run-down motel. "Hello, Dean."

"Gabe," the hunter said, his hand straying back toward the door. The visitor didn't give him a chance to close it. "Since when do you knock?"

The angel stepped inside and inspected the small room. "Since I have a request."

"We've been over this," Sam said, "and we're not doing your dirty work. You screwed us over one too many times."

"This isn't my request," the blond stated simply, "I have Higher orders."

Dean crossed his arms over his chest and stared at their visitor. "Higher? Like, Higher higher?"

Gabe nodded. "We've got a problem down south that we need you boys to look into."

"What kind of problem?" Sam asked.

"Sixteen years ago, a baby was born in Cold Water, Georgia," the angel explained, "six months ago, he started showing signs of psychic abilities." He stared straight at Sam, "that would make him the first psychic born since the last of Rosie Wilkinson's generation died off, meaning-"

"Meaning," Dean interrupted, "that there's a new demon in town marking kids."

"He's the first we've seen," Gabe confirmed, "but who knows how many are out there."

"Why do you need us?"

The angel sighed. "We were watching the town. Last week, it fell off the map. Disappeared completely from our radar. There was a spike of demonic activity, and then nothing."

"You're thinking demons did it?"

"If the boy really was marked at birth, then they'll want him."

"I told you," Dean muttered, turning his back on the man and going back to his packing, "we're not fighting in your war. We're freelancers."

"We're not asking you to fight. We're asking you to save a life. The boy is innocent until they turn him. We could still take him. He could be an asset."

"Or he could be a sixteen-year-old kid," Sam argued, "who has no business fighting in your Holy War. Leave us out of it."

Gabe narrowed his eyes. "If there really is another demon rising to power, do you think he'll spare you? Do you think he'll spare the boy? If he's another Yellow-Eyes, you'll both be enlisted. If he's another Orange, you'll both be killed." His eyes darted over the littering of grey feathers that spread around the foot of Sam's bed. "Whatever it takes." He glanced pointedly at Dean.

"So we don't have a choice," Dean said, "because no matter what we do, this thing is eventually coming after Sammy."

"Exactly. We expect you in Cold Water by morning." He spun on his heels and headed back toward the door.

"Hey, Gabe?" Dean called after him. The angel stopped and turned back. "What's with the suit?"

He smiled. "Just thought it was time for a change. Makes me look more mature, don't you think? More in charge." He turned and left.

"He look older to you?" Dean asked, glancing back at his brother as the door closed.

"It doesn't matter how old he is, Dean," the younger man said with an absent flick of his wrist, "we can't trust him. He-"

"Gave me back my wings."

"And look where that got us. He was going to leave you completely alone in the world for all eternity. He's itching for this war to start up."

"But at least we know he's one of the good guys, and as messed-up as his past actions might have been, you have to admit that going to some hick town in Georgia is better than defying the Boss and winding up downstairs."

"We're not even sure he's telling the truth."

Dean nodded. "True, but it's worth checking out, anyway. What have we got to lose?"


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