A/N: The final chapter is in!! Now I will be busy working on my Journal series...Hope you enjoyed this one!!

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It was a month later and things were back to normal. Sam had not remembered a thing and Dean had chosen not to remind him either. He felt that some things were better left unsaid. Sam did not mind that fact at all. He seemed happier, calmer even. Dean could feel it whenever he was around him as if a great weight had been lifted from him and he was thankful that so many years of oppression had finally slipped away. Even Dean was a bit easier going.

They were sitting in Denny's living room drinking beer and joking. It had been a long time since they could actually have a good time without worrying about a daemon sniffing out their trail. Bobby had told Sam about his secret. It was safe to say he was shocked. It had made Sam reevaluate a lot of days with the man. It had made him wonder what had been hunter and protector. Sam's mind hurt.

Denny handed them another beer as he sat down on the sofa. Dean thanked him crossing his leg on his knee. Sam laid back on the love seat, his long legs dangling off the edge. Dean placed the cold beverage to his forehead lavishing in the coolness. It felt good to just sit and indulge.

Denny smiled then stood. He suddenly had a look on his face as if he had lost something then left the room in a flurry. Sam swung his legs off the arm of the couch and stared down the hall then back at Dean who merely shrugged.

Over the last few weeks they had gotten to know Denver better. They learned he had been married once but it had not worked out and she left after two years of marriage. There had not been any children which Denny said he always regretted. He was glad having Sam and Dean around to have a solid connection to Mary. He had loved his sister to death and wished he had been able to save her that night. Yet as they all realized there was nothing any of them could have done. Creigh made sure of that.

Denny came back out ten minutes later with a medium sized box. It was unmarked but that did not mean anything to Denny. He set it on the table moving a couple dead Indians out of the way. He motioned for the boys to come to the table then opened the box. Sam and Dean knelt beside their uncle and looked inside the box. Inside were pictures, newspaper clipping and random papers. Denny picked up a newspaper clipping and read it aloud.

"The body of 20 year old Jessica Moore was found burned to death in her off-campus apartment building. Circumstances are as of yet unclear. Police on scene say it was the strangest case they had ever seen. One officer claimed he knew what caused the fire. Lieutenant Denver Morales was later brought in for questioning in connection for the crime but later released."

Sam's hands went to his mouth as tears filled his eyes. The connections had been too much for him and this was now the proverbial icing on the cake. Denny had been there that night, had known what had gone on yet no one believed him then. Dean watched as his brother startled to crumble again. Sam held back the tears with as much strength as he could muster. Denny set the clipping back in the box. He felt terrible for giving Sam that information, but he felt it had to be known.

"You see I moved from Kansas shortly after Mary passed and spent five years trying to find myself. Well I actually went to Stanford like you did. That is when I met Michele. But we just couldn't see things the same way so we divorced after two years. I bounced around California for a while until I came back to Palo Alto to be a lawyer. But after a lousy five years I just couldn't hack it. After going to police academy I saw that was what I wanted and was damned good at it. I stopped drinking and didn't again until after Jessica died."

"I had been on the job ten years and had been made Lieutenant five years prior. I had seen some strange cases, but when I saw the flames and heard that a young woman had been burned in a sadistic way, I knew it was connected to Mary. I never assumed you were connected to it because they never had any boyfriend's listed. The paperwork was just like with Mary's. All the important items were marked out. The images were just too much for me so I quit and moved away. I admit that I gave up. I'm sorry."

Dean stared at his brother not sure how he was going to react. When Sam put his arms around Denny hugging him close to him Dean almost cried. He never loved his brother more than at that very moment.

"Denny, things were hectic in your life, as well as ours. I don't hold you responsible. Creigh had his hand in everything, ruined any chance I had at being happy. But I thank the three most important people in my life for changing that." He smiled at Denny then at Dean who instantly returned it.

"I know we never had the chance to really truly get to know each other, but I hope that we can remain close." Denny looked at them both. They nodded without hesitation. Denny then removed a photo from the box. Dean spotted it first. It was a family portrait he had only slight recollection of.

Their father was dressed as a scarecrow. He held Sammy who was in a lion costume while his other arm was around Dean who was dressed in a tin man suit. To the left of John was Mary dressed as Dorothy. Her head was leaning on John's shoulder and she was smiling. This time Sam did cry as he saw how happy his mother looked, how happy they all looked in the photo.

"Your mother sent that to me only a week before she died. It was the last correspondence I ever received from her. I always thought it appropriate that this be the final picture." He handed it to Sam who held it to his chest and wiped a tear from his eye. It was the best ending he could have ever asked for. A sweet endearing image that was caught forever on film. He thanked Denny hugging him once more and then out of the blue felt the strong arms of his brother slip around his shoulders. A stray tear had taken up residence on his left cheek.

"Sam," He pulled back eyeing the photo. "No matter the hell we go through this right here will prove that there is always something real, something tangible out there." Then he tapped Sam's chest lightly.

"And in here."

Sam nodded. He picked up his beer to take a drink then stopped. He motioned for Dean and Denny to pick up theirs. They raised their bottles.

"For family, truth and freedom. May they all be the gateway to happiness. A Salut." They all clinked the bottom of their bottles together. Dean eyed Sam a moment then smiled.

"You know what Sam, I liked you better before." Dean set his bottle down on the table. Sam glared at his brother, so sure he was out of his ever loving mind.

"At least then you were a little more angsty and I could deal with your music choices. But Justin Timberlake? How hard did Bobby hit you anyway?"

"I think it's time to cut him off Den, truly." Sam chuckled then took a final swig of his beer.