Supernatural: Bedtime Stories

A/N: Hey guys, this is the final chapter of this story, and I hope you all have been enjoying the ride. Please leave reviews to let me know, and I hope you all are looking forward to the holidays, too. Read, review, and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural or Criminal Minds; I just own the characters that I happen to create.

CHAPTER FOUR: THE END

"But go thou thy way till the end be: for thou shalt rest, and stand in thy lot at the end of the days."

Daniel 12:13

Sam hurried through the halls, searching until he spotted Dr. Garrison. "Dr. Garrison!" he called out, jogging up to him. "I need to speak with you."

"Detective. What can I do for you?" Dr Garrison asked.

Sam hesitated, wondering how to phrase his next sentence. "Well, uhm. It's about Callie."

"My daughter?" Dr. Garrison asked, concerned. "What about her?"

"You know maybe, maybe we could sit down for a minute?" Sam requested.

"No," Dr. Garrison said, annoyed. "What about her?"

"'Kay." Sam swallowed. "Well um. All right, doctor, this isn't gonna be easy. What happened to Callie was not an accident."

Dr. Garrison stared at him, confused. "Excuse me?"

Sam sighed, resisting the impulse to influence the man's mind. "I'm sorry, but it's true."

Dr. Garrison scowled at him. "You have no idea what happened to my daughter." He then turned and walked away, and Sam followed.

"There are things you don't know, doctor, about your wife," Sam told him.

Now Dr. Garrison was confused. "My wife?"

"Doctor, your wife poisoned Callie," Sam said bluntly, deciding on the truth.

Dr. Garrison stopped and turned back to face him. "Why would you say something so horrible to me?" he asked, hurt.

"Because I need your help," Sam admitted.

"You stay away from me, and my daughter, you understand?" Dr. Garrison snapped angrily.

"Doctor this isn't…" Sam began. "Please, uh." But Dr. Garrison shut Callie's door in his face. He sighed, opened the door, entered and closed it behind him.

Dr. Garrison, who was standing next to his daughter's bed, saw him and moved to grab the phone. "I'm calling Security." But Sam clamped his hand over it to stop him.

"No, listen," Sam said seriously. "I don't have time to do this gently. If you don't listen to me more people are going to get hurt, because Callie is going to hurt them."

"What the hell are you talking about?!" Dr. Garrison demanded.

Sam sighed. "You're going to think I'm crazy, but just understand me. Your daughter Callie is still here. She's a spirit."

Hearing this, Dr. Garrison looked over at Callie sadly. He sat at the end of her bed, turning back to Sam. "So you've seen her too."

Sam stared at him, surprised. Dr. Garrison already knew?!

Determined to at least save the granddaughter from a gruesome fate, Dean and Liz kicked the door in, and they moved through the house, their guns drawn. Moving past the doorway again, Dean pushed the door closed, and they entered the living room.

Upon entering the room, they found the little girl in the red hoodie huddled in a corner, crying with a nasty-looking scratch on her forehead. Exchanging a look, Dean and Liz moved to her and crouched down.

"You ok?" Dean asked.

The little girl nodded. "Yeah, AH!" and then she screamed, just as Collin appeared, attacking the Winchester twins, knocking the guns out of their hands.

Dean punched Collin several times, trying to force him back, but the possessed man threw him across the room against a dining table.

"Get the girl out of here, Liz!" Dean shouted, struggling to get up.

"Okay!" Liz retrieved her gun and went to the girl while Dean moved toward Collin for another round. "Come on, come on!" she hissed, grabbing the girl's arm and they ran for it with Liz hoping that her twin would be okay.

Dean swung his fist, but Collin dodged and threw Dean over the table this time and into a china cabinet, smashing the glass. Grunting, Dean fell to the floor.

Back at the hospital, Dr. Garrison explained to Sam about how he'd seen the spirit of his daughter. "I've sensed her, Callie. Her presence, her scent. I even saw her standing at foot of my bed but I never…" he took a breath "believed it, I thought I was dreaming, I-"

"It wasn't a dream," Sam told him. "She looks like she did when she was eight. White dress. Red ribbon in her hair. She's been trying to talk to you."

Dr. Garrison sighed and looked at him. "You're not a cop are you?"

Sam shook his head. "No."

"Then who are you?" Dr. Garrison asked.

"Someone who knows a little bit about this kind of thing," Sam responded.

Dr. Garrison frowned. "But what you said about my wife poisoning Callie, that's-"

"Sir. Callie told us," Sam informed him.

Dr. Garrison stared, startled. "What?!"

"Not in so many words, but in her own way," Sam continued. "She told us."

Dr. Garrison shook his head, unable to believe it. "My wife loved Callie. So how is – how is that possible?"

Sam shrugged. "I don't know. But it is. And someone I know in the FBI pulled your wife's medical records, and she had been on medication before she married you, and went off them two months before she poisoned Callie."

"No," Dr. Garrison gasped, not wanting to believe it. "No I- I don't believe you."

"Look, Callie is killing people," Sam told him curtly. "She's angry. She's desperate, because nobody will listen to her. So you have to listen to her. Please, listen to your daughter."

Outside the house, Liz and the little girl ran out the door and down the front walkway and didn't stop until they reached the sidewalk, where that blasted bullfrog was croaking at them. Liz ignored it and knelt in front of the terrified girl. "Listen to me carefully," she said seriously. "I'm gonna go back inside to help my brother, and I need you to go to a neighbor's until the police arrive, okay?"

The girl nodded and ran off to the nearest house; hoping that Sam would be able to stop Callie before either she or Dean got killed, she called the police, and then hurried back into the house. 'Hold on, Dean, I'm comin'!'

Inside the house, Dean and Collin were still fighting, the later growling and snarling like a real wolf. Liz ran into the room, just as Collin got his hands around Dean's throat and was trying to strangle him.

"Get your hands off my brother!" Liz shouted, tackling the possessed man to the floor, and she was able to get several punches in before he threw her off, causing her to crash into a nearby wall, knocking her out. Collin stood and started toward her, when Dean jumped him from behind, only to get thrown to the floor near a knitting basket.

During all of this, Callie's spirit watched, smiling. Spotting the basket, Dean grabbed a pair of scissors, jumped up, and swung at Collin, who avoided it each time. After about of minute of this, he punched Collin, who hit a bookshelf and collapsed.

Just then, Callie's spirit was suddenly distracted by Dr. Garrison's voice.

`"Callie? Callie it's Dad."`

Listening, Callie's spirit flickered and disappeared from the room.

At the hospital, Dr. Garrison was leaning over his daughter's bed and was talking to her, hoping to get a response of some kind while Sam stood nearby, also hoping that this would work.

"It's me, Daddy," Dr. Garrison said gently. "Is it true? Mommy did that to you? I know I wasn't listening before, but I'm listening now. Daddy's here. Please honey, is there something you wanna tell me?"

At that moment, Sam sensed the arrival of the spirit. "Doctor…"

Dr. Garrison looked up at Sam, who nodded toward his side; he looked and saw Callie's spirit standing beside the bed. "Is it true?" he asked.

Callie's spirit stared at him for a moment with her sad eyes and then nodded. It was true.

Meanwhile, Collins grabbed Dean and threw him to the floor, only to have Dean kick his legs from underneath him, and they soon were struggling for the scissors.

"I'm so sorry, baby," Dr. Garrison told her tearfully, wishing that he'd seen the truth sooner. "But listen to me," he added seriously. "You gotta stop what you're doing, ok? You're hurting people. I know everything now. I know the truth. It's time for you to let go. It's time for me to let you go." He then turned back to the bed, where he kissed her forehead, and, moments later, Callie's monitors buzzed as her body finally shut down.

Sam looked down, upset, and was wishing that there'd been another way.

Back at the house, Collin was on top of Dean and was trying to shove the scissors into his throat. Dean pushed him off and rolled on top of him, punching Collin's in the face. He then raised the scissors over his head.

"Whoa! Stop, stop!" Collin shouted his hands in front of him as his face returned to normal. "Whoa stop! Whoa! Where am I? What's going on?!"

Realizing that the guy was back to normal, Dean lowered the scissors, exhausted. 'Finally!' and he got off the man, tossed aside the scissors and went to check on Liz, who was slowly coming to.

Dr. Garrison wept and stroked his daughter's hair. He then turned, but her spirit was gone. It'd already crossed over.

After making sure that the little girl was going to be okay and that Collin had been arrested by the police, Dean and Liz returned to the hospital, meeting up with Sam and Dr. Garrison at the nurse station.

"And the girl's ok?" Dr. Garrison asked and both Dean and Liz nodded. "So," he sighed. "It's really over."

Sam nodded. "Yeah. All thanks to you."

"Callie was the most important thing in my life," Dr. Garrison told them sadly. "But I should've let her go a long time ago."

"It isn't easy to let go of a loved one," Liz agreed, thinking of their mom and their dad.

"See ya 'round, Doc," said Dean.

Dr. Garrison smiled weakly. "I sure hope not." He then patted Dean on the shoulder and walked away, and the Winchesters watch him go.

"You know what he said?" Dean asked Sam. "Some good advice."

Both Sam and Liz stared at him, shocked. "Is that what you want me to do, Dean? Just let go?"

"Dean," Liz said curtly, smacking the back of his head, "you and Sam aren't lettin' me go, 'cause I ain't going to hell."

Dean grimaced. "Jeeze, can't even take a joke?" and winced when Liz glared at him. "All right, all right, I'm sorry. Now can we go now?"

Both Sam and Liz agreed and they left the hospital, unaware that the same bullfrog was watching them…again.

That night at a local motel, Sam gently nudged his siblings' minds so that they would sleep through the night before stuffing the Colt into his backpack and left.

After doing a bit of driving, Sam crouched at the center of a crossroads, holding an open box. He added a photo ID, the swimsuit inspector, to the contents, closed the box and buried it with his hands.

He dusted off his hands and stood, surveyed the four routes of the crossroads He turned his back, a woman in a black dress appeared.

"Hello, Sam," she said, her eyes glowing red for a moment as he turned to face her. "I was wondering when I was going to meet you."

Sam raised his eyebrows. "Really?"

The crossroad demon nodded. "Oh yes, I've met your brother, Dean, and your sister, Elizabeth. So I knew that at some point I would meet you as well, and I was right. So, are you going to demand that I release your sister from her deal?"

"I don't need to," Sam said, raising the Colt and cocking it. "I already know that you don't have Liz's deal anymore, and that you do know who currently holds it."

The crossroad demon smirked. "Ah, so you're wanting my boss and you'll just kill me out of selfish revenge, is that it?"

"That depends on what you tell me," Sam countered, sensing that the true owner of the body was still alive. "Who really holds my sister contract? And what's that demon's name?"

The crossroad demon laughed and walked around him. "Oh, well that's a bit tricky, Sammy." And she chuckled at his confused expression. "You see, we crossroad demons do answer to a boss, but our boss answers to a boss, too, and that demon is the one who holds the contracts to all deals, including the really important deals like your sister's. Now that I think about it, that also went for the deal involving your father, too."

"Fine, just tell me the name of the demon that actually holds my sister's contract," Sam requested, growing frustrated, "and if you decide to name your boss, too, I wouldn't mind that very much, since I'm sure that your boss is probably the same demon that wanted me and the other special children dead last year."

The crossroad demon chuckled. "Well, that is an interesting theory since you're talking about the King of the Crossroads. I don't know if Crowley put out that order or not, but the odds of you finding him isn't likely. As for the leader he answers to, she's the same one that wants you dead, Sam."

Sam suspected that might be the case, which didn't make the news any easier to take in. "Fine, what's her name?"

"I can't tell you," the crossroad demon said seriously. "I'm sorry, Sam. There's no way outta this one. Not this time." She smiled sadly. "And I know you won't kill me since the woman I'm possessing is still alive. Of course, if you do kill me, then you'll be proving Gordon Walker and the hunters that follow him right. It's up to you."

Sam gritted his teeth and then lowered the gun. "You're right, I don't do that sort of thing." He then used his abilities to freeze her in place, drew a Devil's trap around her with his telekinesis, and then chanted until the crossroad demon was forced out of the woman and back in the pit.

Sam drove the confused woman to the nearest bus station with some money so that she could go home, and then he went back to the motel. He'd already lost his mom and his dad to the demons, he wasn't going to lose his sister, too.

A/N: Yeah, I changed the ending so that the demon and the girl being possessed didn't die this time around. R&R everyone!