Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, Stargate Atlantis or Stargate SG-1. I don't own any characters nor I making any profit from it.

Warnings: Language and violence.

Notes:SGA/SPN Crossover. SGA – Early second season, after Trinity; SPN – Pre series, completely AU.

Hi!
Surprise, surprise! Here the last chapter of this story.

I want to thank all of you for reading my story and encouraging me with your wonderful reviews. I didn't think so many people would like my story so from the bottom of my heart thank you for reading it!

It took me a while… but it's finally done. I hope you'll like this finale ;)

I'm planning another couple of short stories set right after this one (Play Time and First Time Off) and another long fic for this 'Verse called "When Things go South". So check out my profile for any update or… you know… the Supernatural/Stargate Atlantis Crossover Section. They may be short stories but they will be part of this series (like Camping in the Mainland), so stay tuned!

A big thanks to my beta-reader The Joeker !

Enjoy!

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Carry on my Wayward Son for there'll be peace when you are done

Lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more… ~

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The beeping sound kept penetrating his dreamless sleep. It was familiar, like he heard it dozens of times, yet it was really noisy altogether. He felt weak and a little lightheaded, a fog blinded his mind and it was hard to think straight. Finally he decided to open his eyelids, there was no point in staying that way, better knowing where he was and how he got there. The whiteness and the bright light coming from a distant window were painful at first, but soon he adjusted and his eyes focused on the objects in the room.

He was in a bed, with a white scrub and an IV in his arm and a empty bed nearby. Nothing new then, he got injured and was in the hospital.

But where and how he got there was still a mystery.

"Good morning, kiddo." A scratchy voice came from the other side, Dean turned to see Lieutenant Colonel Sheppard in the bed next to his with a green jello in his hands.

He briefly closed his eyes.

He was in Atlantis' medical bay, not on Earth. The fog started to dissipated little by little and the memories of the events before the injuries and their fight against those Wraiths came back to him.

He grunted something in between a scowl and a good morning.

"I take you're not a morning person, kiddo. Are you feeling better?" Sheppard kept eating his jello with gusto while he observed the guy attempting to sit on his bed. The young man looked at his bandages under the scrub, then at Sheppard.

His hungry eyes set on the jello.

"Do you have another one to share, Shep?"

John looked around as if he didn't want to get caught by the nurses and from his bedside table took out a blue jello and threw it to him. Dean caught it in mid-flight, but the action stirred up some of the stitches from his back causing him a fit of pain. He emitted another grunt.

He looked at the jello with interest as it was an alien food. Ironically, it wasn't.

Still it trembled in his semitransparent container with his blueish color like some alien slime.

"Do you have some pie in there too?"

"You wish."

He shrugged, opened the little dessert and ate it. He was famished after all.

"So... we made it."

"Yeah according to McKay, it was only thanks to his genius that we made back in one piece."

"Right... a cakewalk!"

The sarcasm didn't escape Sheppard. "Well…he said we did a fine job taking out a potential threat, you know, three Wraith roaming in an alternate phase so near to Atlantis."

Dean arched an eyebrow, he didn't buy for a second that McKay actually said those words.

"How long have we been here?"

"I think a week. I woke up yesterday night and had dinner with Teyla, Ronon and Rodney." John finished his jello, while conversing. "You were…talking around midnight."

His unsettled face was reflected in the increasing pace of the monitor's beeps.

"What did I say?"

"Nothing really, you had a high fever… "

"Tell me."

"You just called a name in your sleep."

"Who?" he didn't remember anything, but he knew he had nightmares plaguing his sleep.

"Sammy."

Dean closed his eyes, relief washing through him. He didn't say anything strange or related to demons, ghosts or other nasty creature. He just called his brother's name, that wasn't something new, even in another galaxy his worries were always for his little brother.

Sammy was away from that life but that didn't mean he wasn't in potential danger. Hell! In a matter of months the list of things that could harm him had significantly rose up and some of them weren't even from their planet.

"He is your brother, right?"

Dean threw him a wary look, but then dropped it, choosing to look over the window instead.

"Yeah… he is a good kid, Stanford, top of his class."

John nodded, from the way he was talking he sounded like a proud father not a big brother, and something in his voice told him he didn't want to say anything at all.

Carson entered the room and saw his two patients eating and chatting; even if he was glad to find them awake and lucid, a little frown appeared on his face.

"What's going on? Colonel didn't I say to call me the moment you were awake?"

"Relax Carson, we just woke up, we're fine."

"Aye… let me judge it."

He shined his penlight in the colonel's eyes and then did the same to Dean. They both stayed still, and Carson wished Rodney would learn to do the same someday.

"You two made us worried. The shrapnel in your back, Dean, and your gash in the abdomen, Colonel, bled enough that we had to operate both of you at the same time. God knows how many blood bags we had to use. "

"Sorry, Doc."

Beckett frowned a bit, the light tone Dean used was so casual that for some reason troubled him, it seemed like he was saying "yeah, no big deal" and was patronizing him. Again this patient was so different from any other civilian he had visited in their expedition that he wondered what had happened to Dean on Earth to make him like that. For Carson it was like having to deal with Ronon all over again.

"That dimension surely had a strong presence of unknown bacteria. You two developed a foul infection soon after the operation. This is the first day you sound lucid. "

"Ohh really? Did he tell you about his nerdy little secret, Doc? I must say…"Dean was cut off by a flying plastic spoon that hit his head.

His cheshire cat smile disappeared but he didn't say anything else. Payback time would come, he just needed the perfect opportunity to hit Sheppard without repercussion.

Carson instead looked skeptical at the colonel's action. Before he could be caught in their games, Carson ordered them to rest and left. After a while Rodney, Ronon, and Teyla came to visit them; then Doctor Weir, Zelenka and Major Lorne. They were all glad both Sheppard and Dean were on the way to recover.

With their injuries they couldn't do much, but that didn't stop Lorne or Zelenka for make good use of their time in the infirmary. The major had arranged for his CO to oversee several piles of paperwork that had been piling up since the incident in the lab, while Zelenka had arranged for Dean to familiarize with tons of information on pocket dimensions.

A week later Carson found them bickering again. This time the two of them were having some kind of discussion about flying paper airplanes. He cleared his throat to interrupt their discussion on which type was the best. He did his routine checkup and sighed in relief, their wounds were healing and there was no trace of infection.

"Carson, we're fine. But we're going crazy here..." Sheppard reassured from his bed."Can we go to our room, take the day off and be gone?"

Carson took a moment to think, but finally capitulated. If the two men were starting to acting like children that meant they were fine, and they were healthy enough to rest in their own room. Besides he needed quietness in the medical bay. Discharging the two of them could earn him only more peace and less trouble along the way.

"Fine you can go, but take it easy and let's do a checkup in six hours. Oh and I warn you… "His eyes gazed them sternly. "No heavy duty, no sparring sessions or anything resembling it for the next weeks are we clear?""Yes, Carson."

"Yes, Doc."

"Well… Carry on then."

As they were leaving, after changing in a more comfortable uniform, Beckett turned from his desktop.

"Ah Colonel…I almost forgot, Doctor Weir wanted to see you."

"Thanks Carson, I'll be on my way."

John turned around and saw the young man deliberately fleeing the bay. He smiled, he was good at going unnoticed he had to give him credit.

"Dean, you're coming with me."

"Shit…" he stopped and casually leaned on the door "Why? She called you not me."

"Come on, kiddo. I'm sure Doctor Weir want to see you too."

They started to walk toward the central tower. Dean was awfully quiet while John kept stopping to chat with everyone on their way until they arrived in front of Elizabeth's office. Sheppard knocked on the transparent doors while she was reading something on her datapad.

The sound took her away from her readings.

"Colonel, Dean, you're finally off the bed. Has Doctor Beckett cleared the two of you?"

"Yes ma'am." Dean said promptly.

"We're fine, Carson put us on light duty for a couple of weeks."

She smiled. She estimated five day tops, before the colonel would disobey the good doctor's order.

"Well then, Doctor McKay told us what happened out there. I'm glad to see you are both fine, but I want your reports on the incident too."

"We'll do it." John smile faded a bit, he was just out of infirmary and he had already a mission report to write.

"Rodney mentioned some kind of alien presence that helped him, boosting the signal… Did you notice anything?"

Sheppard threw a quizzical look at Elizabeth, while Dean tensed a bit before showing a puzzled face too.

"What alien? We were shooting Wraiths four rooms away from the lab. We didn't see anyone."

"Well, according to Doctor McKay a powerful entity was able to send the signal for him. Without its help I'm afraid we wouldn't have seen your message in time."

"That's good, right?"

"Yes Dean, but whoever was, lived in that phase of our plane of existence. I hope we didn't make an enemy of it by destroying its place." Elizabeth took a deep breath, they really didn't need other enemies in the galaxy.

"Well he helped us, let's call it a win." Sheppard was in good mood and didn't want hollow thoughts to waste it.

Doctor Weir nodded and moved some files on his datapad."It is also thanks to you two that we can finally bring Doctor Alice Simpson's body back to Earth."

The cheerful air turned cold, the memories of her corpse were perfectly clear in their minds.

"What will happen?" Dean said out of the blue.

"Excuse me?"

"What will happen to her?"

"She will have a ceremony on Earth, it will be up to her parents where to bury her, they were notified that she was missing and probably died in line of duty."

"We have a strict policy, we don't leave men and women behind Dean. And whenever is possible we always take our dead home."

The colonel and the doctor misunderstood his question, thinking he was asking in a roundabout way what would happen to his body if he ended up dead in the Pegasus Galaxy. Dean nodded to their words but he frowned a bit thinking at the implications of what he just heard.

"When she is heading back?"

Elizabeth shot a surprised look at him. The young man sounded more interested than it appeared, she didn't knew this side of Winchester. Or maybe he just wanted to know if he could go back to Earth for a while, but was afraid to ask directly.

"Doctor Alice Simpson body will be send through the Stargate next Monday. But if you're asking for a leave I can't do it, at least for now, the IOA is breathing down my neck. I'm sorry."

"No, need to worry doctor Weir."

"Very well, I think that's all for now. Go, get some rest."

Dean promptly took his way out of the office while Sheppard stayed. Elizabeth was waiting for him to say what was in his mind. He took a sit in front of her leaning nonchalantly in the chair.

"The kid did great under pressure. He even saved my life."

She frowned. She was there when they came back, she saw the wounds and the few weapons left on each of them. They fought for their life with all they had and it was a miracle they come back alive.

"Am I to assume the Athosian knife we found was his?"

John scratched his head. "Yes, that's what I was trying to say. He had a knife and he used it only when we were attacked. If he was a danger to us he would have already used it. I think we can get him some slack."

She thought for a moment before she nodded. "Fine, from what I heard around he didn't do anything in this months to not trust him."

"…And if you agree I would like to put him in the off-world roster."

"Do you really think is such a good idea?"

"He asked me." He shot a small smile to Elizabeth. "The guy can handle himself, and he has proven useful. We will only put him on trade missions and easy tasks for now. Nothing dangerous. Maybe he could spend some time at the Alpha site."

"Give me some time to think about it, John."

He nodded, he did what he had to do.

"Then I'll leave you to your work, Elizabeth."

He got up and left the office.

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In a room near the medical bay rested the dead body of Doctor Alice Simpson. Dean had only three days to burn the body before it was sent on Earth. Despite that he was just released from the infirmary and when he got in his room he just crushed on the bed and slept for the whole day.

In the following day he prepared himself to burn it in the night, without any witness. It was risky since if he got caught it would be hard to explain what was he doing, but he could not leave a job half done.

When finally all the personal left the medical bay, and were just few nurses around, he silently slipped in the appointed morgue.

She was covered and a white veil was all over her. Her personal belongings were already shipped months ago back to her parents. He knew what he had to do so he approached the corpse.

"Please…don't."

The air turned cold very fast and Dean's eyes raised to see the ghost of the former scientist at the other end of the table.

"You know I have to do this."

"Please…I know…I just want to see my parents…one last time…"

She seemed more lucid and in control of herself than when she was in the other phase, even her hollow face was less frightened.

"You have to let it go, sweetheart."

She nodded and a small tear escaped her eyes. "I just want to go home, then I'll go…I promise."

"If you don't go on, you'll turn into a crazy bitch. You could hurt your own parents."

She shot a frightened look at the young hunter.

"I understand… thank you… for bringing me back…I promise…I'll go away."

Dean was torn, if he acted now the ghost probably would turn against him or the expedition, but if she didn't do what she said, she could harm someone else on Earth. His mind worked fast thinking how to contact somebody to finish the job there. Emails, phone calls they were all registered and analyzed by Stargate Command; if he said something wrong, things could get ugly very fast for him.

"Winchester! What are you doing here?"

McKay's voice caught both him and the ghost by surprise. Dean had his back to McKay and hid his match and accelerant in his coat. The ghost disappeared quickly, but not fast enough. Rodney's face was a mix of incredulity and pure shock.

"What was that?"

"What?"

Dean tried to seem oblivious of what was he talking about but, by the bitch face Rodney showed to him, that didn't seem to work well.

"Don't try to fool me Winchester I saw…you were talking to… to something."

Yep, not working at all.

"Was that Doctor Simpson?"

"Do you believe in ghosts, McKay?"

"Who are you the child of the Sixth Sense?"

"Never mind." Dean grunted.

"What were you two talking about? You don't even know her." McKay had his arms crossed on his chest and was waiting for an answer.

Despite the circumstances, he was acting a bit less aggressive than usual, and Dean too wasn't eager to poke the bear. After the lab incident they had somehow find a sort of balance between quarrels and small talks.

"She was thanking us for bringing her home…" And an idea popped in his mind, if he could convince him he didn't have to worry to call some other hunter to finish the job.

He looked around the room, she was still in her mind or at least part of it, she must knew he had to take precaution. "…and she said she wanted to be cremated."

"What!? There is nothing like that on her file."

"McKay." This time his tone was a mix of a warn and a plea.

Rodney looked at the dead body then at the other guy. Something in his eyes told him to listen for once.

If it was him he wanted to be cremated too. The idea of leaving behind a body fed on by a Wraith in a funeral wasn't pretty at all. Her body was probably crawling with unknown bacteria from the other dimension, who knew what kind of disease those could spread on Earth...

Beside Stargate Command would have a hard time to explain her family why she looked older than them in the first place. Putting a request on the subject could be easily done, maybe he would even suggest to take the whole dying in another galaxy issue more seriously and activate strict protocols. His attention drifted away from the main problem. Now he was curious to know how many in the expedition had signed for cremation in their personal files.

"Right, I'll see what I can do."

A cold breeze passed near him. "Thank you."

McKay shrugged, he had just not heard those words. There was no such a thing as a ghost. He shrugged off that unsettling sensation. Dean turned to leave the room, and Rodney followed on his heels.

"You know it's more likely she's in a half state of Ascension than an actual ghost… that must be something related to the dimension she died in…"

McKay kept talking the whole way back, and Dean rolled his eyes a few times. The geek scientist could go on the whole night, but if anyone heard that kind of talk, the voice could spread quickly.

"Maybe it's best if we keep this just between us."

"Why?"

Dean turned with a little frown. "I dunno usually people start to think you're crazy if you blab about ghosts."

"I told you it wasn't a ghost…"

"Whatever. Just don't mention it, ok?"

"Fine, I'm not that interested in Ascension anyway. I never had much faith in it and they have too many rules…"

Dean rolled his eyes again, trust a guy like McKay to tattle indefinitely on a subject he didn't even liked in the first place. However if he could push things around to get the body cremated than he didn't have to do anything else. He just wished for the sake of her family he was doing the right thing.

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A week passed without any other incidents. Sheppard, Teyla and McKay were in the mess hall when Ronon and Dean come with their food trails.

There was a happy atmosphere during the lunch, and for once no one was talking of crazy missions or the threat from the Wraith.

McKay had told Dean the day before that Stargate Command and Simpson's family had approved the cremation. Her parents were allowed to say their farewells to the body before it was cremated from a certain distance as a biohazard security measure.

"I heard Doctor Weir cleared you for off-world missions." McKay said while eating some jello.

"Yep." Dean nodded as he took a bite at his alien blueberry pie.

"Well, that is a very good news, Dean."

"Thanks, Teyla."

"You are with us?" Ronon asked while eating a piece of cake as well.

"Let's not rush things Ronon, the kid has to do some trading missions first, then we'll see." The other three members of Sheppard's team looked at their leader with interested stares.

"Where is your first mission, Dean?" Teyla asked with a bit of curiosity.

"Uhm…M7G-6..something I dunno. Why?"

"Ah! Isn't that–"

"Yes, Rodney. Don't spoil the fun." Sheppard's eyes were gleaming mischievously.

Dean watched the team as a small smile spread from all of them, except from Ronon who was unaware of what they were talking about, but the Satedan didn't seem to care.

Dean felt uneasy, something was up and their joyful faces weren't to be trusted. Nevertheless, thanks to their little adventure, he was now by all account a full member of the expedition.

That in his own way was a great achievement for him. If he played his cards well, he could help in fighting the Wraith in a more active way. He had travelled all his life from town to town around the States, saving people and hunting things, but he never felt like he belonged somewhere.

Things could be worse. He lightly thought as he was chit-chatting with the others.

He was still a hunter. He just had more people to protect than before, and a bigger job to do. However he wasn't alone anymore.

He had friends, and even a place to call home: Atlantis.

The End