A/N: Here is the last chapter! Remember to feed Panda, and all that stuff, thank you Vestlana, and Panda13216 for reviewing, your encouragement is much appreciated. Panda appreciates it as well.

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Rowena laughed as she walked into her son's palace. Well, her palace. And she kept laughing as she strolled past the hellhounds pacing around the floor, and cackeld even louder as she mockingly waved at Crowley's old slave. Her maniac laughter grew even louder yet, as she saw the throne, and a pure gold crown sitting on a table beside it. She took in a breath of air when she put the crown on her head, feeling the cold heaviness of the metal resting on her brow. Her lip quirked as she sat on the throne, crossing her leg and gazing at the court. He her pride stopped when she found she couldn't move. She tried desperately to get free, or even to lift a finger, but it was impossible. There was no way to move. She growled.

"Hello Mother." A voice called out. Followed by footsteps drawing nearer and nearer, until a figure was visible.

"Fergus?" She gasped. "How are you alive?" Her eyes were wide. The Winchester's couldn't have double-crossed her, she would have known. She had eyes on them at all times.

Crowley rolled his eyes. "It's Crowley." He growled. "If you must know, the Winchesters did not double cross you. I knew this was coming and I had a shifter impersonate me. I knew they would bring the colt, and that kills anything, even if it wasn't a silver bullet, or the wound wasn't in the heart." Crowley said.

"I should have known. My little Fergus, always a schemer." Rowena cooed.

"Save it Mother." Crowley said, "And for the last time, it's Crowley!" He yelled. Then he took out a gun, loaded with witch killing bullets, and shot her, straight through the heart. And then he shot her again, through the head this time. After all she did try to trade him for three pigs.

Her body shuddered and her eyes rolled up into her head.

"So. What do we do now?" Dean asked.

"What can we do Dean? She's got Jess's life in her hands!" Sam said furiously.

"Sam, this is Rowena, with the power of Hell in her hands, we can't just let this go!" Dean yelled back.

"Relax Dean, have a bit more faith in me." A scottish voice said from behind them.

"Faith? You're the devil!" Dean exclaimed. Crowley merely shrugged his shoulders.

"Crowley. How are you alive." Sam asked. Although it came out more as a threat than a question.

"Oh, you shot a fake me… It was a shifter. And don't you worry about my dear old mum. She's dead." Crowley answered.

"Good." Dean said.

"Well, I had better get back to Hell, things are in an uproar. Me being dead and all." Crowley said, soon as he appeared, he disappeared.

"It's all over then?" Jess asked, cuddled into Sam.

"It's all over." He confirmed as he planted a slow kiss on her neck.

She let out a breath. "Good."

Sam stopped kissing her and smiled. "Maybe sometimes things do end up happily ever after."

She turned around to face Sam, gazing deeply into his eyes. "I love you Sam." She murmured, as she leaned in and kissed him, slow and sweet.

Sam pulled back, losing himself in her eyes. "I love you too Jess." And for the first time in a long time he was happy. They both were.

The End

A/N: Ahh, how did you guys like it? I was going to upload this on the fourth of July, you know to celebrate FREEDOM! But then I figured I should write like a fourth of July special or something. Anyway I hope you guys LOVED this story, and don't forget to feed Panda.