A/N: Hey ya'll! I want to apologize for being such a horrible updater. I couldn't help it. Internet issues. Anyway, this is the final installment of the Sammy, the Witch, and the Badass Trilogy. So I hope you guys have enjoyed reading it. I've loved writing it. So, I got a guest review for Return to Mystic Falls and I completely get that you didn't like my portrayal of certain characters but everything I've written before and since had a reason and purpose; but you don't know my plot line. You don't know where my story is going. Just for future reference keep all plot comments to yourself when reading a series because you have no idea where the author is try to take you.

Sorry for the rant guys. I just needed to get that out. Anyway, read away and enjoy The Final Journey.

And as always, REVIEWS = LOVE!

"Hello?" Bonnie said answering her cell phone.

"Bonnie? It's Jamie. Where are you?" he asked.

"I'm at the Salvatores. Why?"

"I need to see you." he said.

"I'll be here all day." she said. "Is Abby ok?"

"Yeah, she's fine." he said. "Um, I'm outside."

"What?"

"I just assumed that you would be here."

"Oh." she said walking toward the door. She opened it and her half-brother stood there. He hung up his phone and smiled at her.

"Hey, Bonnie."

"Hey, come in." she said pushing the door open. He took a step forward but was blocked by an invisible wall. "What's wrong?"

"Um, could you come out here?" he asked looking down at the rug.

"No, I can't really talk right now." she said slamming the door shut.

"Bonnie!" he yelled as he pounded on the door. "Bonnie! Open up! I know you're still there!"

"Go away Jamie!" Bonnie yelled back. He just kept pounding on the door and calling her name.

"What the hell is going on?" Matt asked as he walked into the hallway and saw Bonnie with her back pressed against the door.

"Jamie's outside."

"Let him in." he said.

"I tried. He couldn't cross the threshold." she said.

"Oh." he said. He moved Bonnie away from the door and opened it. "Hey Jamie, what's up?"

"I need to talk to Bonnie." he said.

"No, I think you better just leave." Matt said. Jamie gave him a crooked smile and a evil stare before he began to cackle. "Go get Damon and Stefan." Matt whispered to Bonnie. She returned with the Salvatore brothers close behind, Jamie was still laughing.

"Hey Jamie." Damon said pushing the door all the way open. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to see Bonnie, not that I have to explain myself to you."

"You kinda do." Damon said. "This is my house, so why don't you come inside and you can talk to her."

"No! Send her out." he sneered. Bonnie, Stefan, Damon and Matt all stared at each other. Stefan nodded to Matt, who reached in his back pocket and pulled out a metal flask that Dean had given him. He stealthy opened it and without a word, he splashed the liquid within it onto Jamie. He screamed and his eyes turned black. Stefan slammed the door shut.

"We're fucking calling the Winchesters, aren't we?" Damon asked as he and Stefan pressed their back against the door. He made eye contact with Bonnie who already had her phone in her hand.

"Hey Dean, it's Bonnie."

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Where are you?"

"Why?"

"You and Sam need to get back here." she said her voice strained.

"I'm like 500 miles away and I have no idea where Sam is. I'll rest up and head back in the morning." Dean assured her. "Are you gonna tell me what's going on?"

"I'll tell you when you get here."

"Ok. Bye." he said hanging up. As he drove to a motel, he contemplated calling Sam and telling him to meet him in Mystic Falls but he decided against that. At the midway point he ran across a bar. "Hell I could use a damn drink." he thought to himself as he pulled the Impala into dusty parking lot. It was remote, literally the only thing around for miles, it was called Archetypes. From the outside the bar had a normal bar look, but the inside took Dean by surprise. The furniture was black and sleek. The booths had leather seats, the chairs and stools had leather cushions. The place seemed high class and legit, which didn't match the clientele. Shooting pool, pouring over newspapers or laptops, sitting alone in the corners with their backs to the wall. Hunters were all over the place.

"Hmph." Dean said as he made his way to the bar. "Bartender, shot of Wild Turkey, leave the bottle." he ordered.

"Rough night?" the tall dark hair man asked as he set the bottle and the full shot glass down in front of him.

"You don't know the half." Dean muttered as he threw the shot back.

"Let me know if you need anything else." the bartender said. Dean nodded and the proceeded to throw back another shot. As the night went on, the tan liquid dwindled and the hunters thinned out Dean remembered that he needed to get some sleep. He threw some money on the counter and headed off toward the bathroom.

"You're Dean Winchester, right?" a beautiful blonde asked him. Her tone was low but Dean caught an accent.

"Who's asking?" he asked matching her tone.

"So yes." she said pulling him toward the bar's entrance.

"Hey, hey easy with the merchandise." he said stumbling along.

"My mother can't find you here, Dean." she said searching his pockets. She pulled out his cell phone and quickly added her number.

"Who's your mom and who are you?" Dean questioned as he watched her fingers rapidly move across her phone's keyboard.

"Call me Bekah." she said. "And my mother is dangerous."

"I'm sure I can handle her." Dean grinned.

"No, you can't. Now go please." she pushed him again.

"Who's this big sister?" a lanky man asked as he strode over to them.

"Just the last customer, Kol." she said. "Thank you sir." she said opening the door for Dean.

"You're not going anywhere." Kol said with a laugh. Dean stopped in his tracks, reached in his pocket, cocked his gun and pulled it out as he turned to face Kol.

"Who's going to stop me? Huh?" Dean asked gun pointed at Kol's head.

"Me."

"I'm terrified." Kol smiled at Dean's smartass comment.

"You should be." another male voice said. The dark hair bartender swept around the corner and before Dean could react, he heard Bekah scream,

"Finn, Kol, stop!" but then it all went black.

Xxx

Hours later, Dean awoke behind the wheel of the Impala. The car was parked in an empty field.

"Fuck." he muttered. His vision was blurry and his head was pounding.

RRRIIINNNGGG! RRRIIINNNG!

His phone rang more and more. He searched his pockets for it.

"Yeah?" he groaned, putting the flip phone up to his ear.

"Dean are you alright?" Bekah's concerned voice asked.

"Other than the jacked up vision and the Godzilla size headache, I'm freaking delightful." he said his free hand on the back of his head.

"I'm sorry, but I stopped them from killing you." she said.

"Thanks but I would have preferred not to have my ass beat either."

"Listen Dean, where are you headed?"

"Why?"

"Are you going to Mystic Falls?"

"How did you know that?"

"You need to get there as soon as you can."

"Why?" Dean questioned as he started the Impala.

"My mother and Nik are looking for you. In Mystic Falls, you'll be protected until you find out more." Bekah said.

"What do they want from me?" Dean asked.

"Get to Mystic Falls." she said sternly. "Then call me." Before he could respond there was a click.

"Nice talking to you too." he muttered, snapping his phone shut and pressing his boot down on the gas.