Dean shut the trunk of the Impala. "So, I guess this is goodbye." He said to Sam and Louisa. Then he smiled. "Have fun and make a lot of babies."
"I love you, man." Sam said hugging him. Dean smirked and hugged him back. "Take care of yourself."
"Don't worry about me, Sam, for once I think things are gonna be ok."
Louisa smiled before she hugged him. "Take care of yourself just the same."
"I will." He put his hand to her flat stomach. "You take care of my niece."
"We will." Sam said putting his arm around the petite brunette.
Dean got into his car and drove off looking back at the two waving. He let a tear slip out. This was how it had to be. They had made the necessary sacrifice. Dean would live as long as he and Sam gave up hunting and never saw each other again, in return they promised to leave them alone. It had to be this way.
20 years later…
The phone was ringing. Dean turned on the light groggily and reached for the phone. "Hello?"
"Dean, it's Louisa."
The urgency of her voice made him sit up. The woman behind him leaned up wondering what was going on. "Louisa?" He asked almost breathlessly.
"Jill's gone, they took her."
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" The black haired woman asked as she trailed after him through the upscale Chicago apartment. "You can't just leave! You've never even said a word to me about this woman! Who is she??"
Dean turned to look at her. "She's my brother's wife."
"Your brother? And just when were going to tell me you have a brother? 10 years, Dean! You've never once mentioned him!"
"Yeah, well, you don't know everything about me. They're daughter's been taken and…" He paused. "All bets are off." He grabbed a shotgun from the closet.
"Oh, wow, wait a minute! Since when do you own a gun??"
He just looked at her. "Always have, I know what's out there in the dark, Chelse." He checked it, "Never thought I'd have to use it again."
"If she's been kidnapped let the police take care of it! That's what they're there for!"
"The police can't, Chelsea!"
"Why not? Your brother into the mob or something? That why you can't tell me?"
"No, Chelse, no," He shook his head. "This is something you wouldn't understand."
"Try me." She told him getting closely staring him in the eye.
He looked at her impassioned.
"Oh, god, you're crazy!" She said. "Demons? Come on, Dean, they don't exist! Yeah, God, Hell, Satan, Heaven…" She snorted and shook her head.
"Yeah, well, Chelsea, guess what? I've seen them. I've seen Hell, don't know about heaven, hell, my sister in law is a goddamn angel, so yeah, I guess it exists! I've been dead, the damn reaper wanted me! But my dad died in my place. I was supposed to die before that too, someone else did. And hey, when Sam died I made a deal for him to come back, they would take me after one year!"
"Then why didn't 'they'??"
"Because after all was said and done we were allowed by the good to make a deal. We stop Hunting for good and we never see each other again."
"Then what's this?"
He cocked the shotgun. "They broke the rules."
She tried to stop him from leaving. "Dean, you walk out that door and the next time you walk through it I'll be gone! I swear!"
He didn't even blink. "Do what you gotta do, Chelse." He told her. "Sorry, but my family means more to me than you do."
With that he left.