Supernatural: Something Wicked
A/N: Here's the final chapter for this story, folks, and I hope you've enjoyed it.
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural or from Criminal Minds. I just own any and all characters that I just happen create.
CHAPTER FOUR: INNOCENT NO MORE
The next morning, Dean, Liz, and Sam were loading up the trunk with all of their gear, having just checked out. Joanna came around from her car, just having gotten back, and on her radio they could hear a report about Lila's stalker being captured by the FBI and the cops last night.
"Hey, Joanna. How's Asher doin'?" Dean asked, noting that she was looking less upset and/or stressed.
"Have you seen Michael?" Joanna asked, not answering the question right away.
Just then, Michael came outside, excited to see her. "Mom, Mom!"
Joanna smiled when she saw him. "Hey!" And she hugged him.
"How's Ash?" Michael asked eagerly.
"I've got some good news. Your brother's gonna be fine," Joanna answered, glad that her oldest son hadn't been affected like her youngest, and was also glad that the nightmare was finally over.
Michael was relieved. "Really?"
"Yeah, really. No one can explain it. It's a miracle," Joanna explained as the Winchesters exchanged a bemused look. "They're gonna keep him in overnight for observation, but after that, he's comin' home."
"That's great," Dean said, relieved.
"How are all the other kids doin'?" Sam asked.
"Good. Real good," Joanna answered. "A bunch of them should be checkin' out in a few days. Dr. Travis says the ward's gonna be like a ghost town."
"Dr. Travis?" Liz repeated. "What about Dr. Hydecker?"
Joanna shrugged. "Oh, he wasn't in today - must've been sick or something."
"Yeah. Yeah, must have," Dean agreed.
Joanna nodded. "Mm." And she turned to her son. "So, did anything happen while I was gone?" she asked.
Michael shook his head. "No. Same old stuff."
Joanna was relieved to hear that, too. "Okay. You can go see Ash."
"Now?" Michael asked, excitedly.
Joanna nodded. "Only if you want to."
Michael smiled, looked at Dean and Liz, and they nodded knowingly at him; delighted, he ran to the car.
Joanna chuckled as her oldest son practically dove into the front seat of the car. "I better get going before he hotwires the car and drives himself," she remarked, exchanging a smile with the Winchesters and then walked away.
Chuckling, Dean closed the trunk.
"It's too bad," Sam said.
Dean thought Sam meant the families of the kids. "Oh, they'll be fine."
"No, that's not what I meant," Sam corrected. "I meant Michael. He will always know there are things out there in the dark. He'll never be the same, you know?" Both Dean and Liz nodded a little but they didn't say anything. "Sometimes I wish that…" he trailed off.
"What?" Dean asked.
Sam sighed. "I wish I could have that kind of innocence."
Both Dean and Liz turned and watched as Joanna and Michael drove away, they looked down and then slowly turned back to their little brother.
"If it means anything, sometimes I wish you could, too," Dean admitted and Liz nodded, wishing the same thing; they got in the car, Sam followed a moment later, and they drove away.
A/N: And this is done! R&R everyone!