AN: Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! So sorry! This Inkitt contest is going to drive me mad. But I'm determined! I'm going to go for gold and make that deadline! Even though it will kill me. Most definitely...Oh boy. Anyways. Thank you guys and gals, for your support and your patience. Both are always greatly greatly appreciated. Again September is a pretty busy month for me, but I'm going to try my best. Also, I know a lot of people with September birthdays so if you have a birthday coming up, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! If your birthday have come and past, A Very Happy UnBirthday to you! Yes, I went all Alice in Wonderland on you XD Anyways. The plot bunnies have given me yet another project to add to my long list of projects. It's called the Gun Runner. It stars my very own Sam Winchester (no relation to our beloved Sammy) who becomes a Gun Runner simply because he can...hmm...not to those of you who don't know, gun running is the illegal smuggling or gun trafficking. So know you might be thinking, why is my Sam a gun runner? Surely it can't be just because he feels like it, can it? You'll have to wait and see. Since I have so many other projects to do, it's going on my top list because the plot bunnies like it so much. Anyways. Alright. So, I'm sad to say this is the last chapter. I know, I know. But I need to get going on other fics now. Plus I feel this is a suitable end. Thanks to those who favorited, followed, and alerted! Y'all are awesome! Special thanks to my regular darlings and all my reviewers! You guys and gals, are amazing! XOXOXO! When we left off, Sammy! No! Hold on!

lenail125-My poor babes.

spnfanforlife-*hugs you tight* Don't worry! I did promise this wasn't a death fic. So. Sammy's going to be alright :) *hands you a tissue* Aw! *hugs you again* Onwards and forwards my darling!

Aziza Maye-I did promise, and I keep my promises ;) Sam a Lam will be just fine my darling. Mason's gone...or is he? And thank you! I really want to enter this contest and the deadline is in three/four weeks, so I'm trying to prepare something, but I'm no James Patterson. But thank you again :)

Ruby-*hugs*

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He Is Never Alone

A week later

Sam was sitting outside on the old porch swing, rocking himself gently. Sam had always loved this swing, and Bobby never had the heart to get rid of it when it got old, so he just fixed it up for him. He was cocooned in a blanket despite having on a thermal shirt and a hoodie. It wasn't that chilly or anything, but Sam did have a fever that was difficult to break. When it did, he was left with some chills that refused to leave, that and coupled with the fact that barely ate while separated from Dean. But Dean, Bobby, and even Castiel were making sure he ate and got some rest. Today, after much arguing from his nursemaids, he was allowed outside. The fresh air was actually helping him a little. He opened his eyes and looked out into yard and saw his car still sitting there. After he was more clear headed as the fever left, he thought about leaving again but thought about his heart to heart with Dean not just a few short days ago.

A few short days ago

Dean was helping Sam to eat some soup that Bobby made for him before returning to work. Castiel was around the yard putting new sigils and protection symbols. As Dean was helping Sam to eat, he was talking to him about the time he was separated from Sam, then about his trip to the future. Sam listened and wasn't sure what his brother wanted from him. Yes, he apologized over and over, but to Sam it wasn't enough. Dean dropped him like a hot rock when he found out what a monster he was and then wanted nothing more to do with him. But some part of him believed Dean. So for now, he was guardedly optimistic.

"Alright, good job Sammy. Seems like your appetite is coming back." Dean said with a smile.

Sam nodded and looked back down to his lap, fiddling with a loose thread on the blanket that covered his legs.

"Sammy, we need to talk." Dean said.

"W what about?" Sam asked quietly.

"How you think I'm going to up and leave you the minute you get better. How you think I don't give a damn about you. And my personal favorite, how you think you're all alone." Dean said.

Sam winced. He took in a shaky breath and tried not to cry, but the tears in his eyes had another idea. They leaked out of his eyes anyways.

"But it's true. It's all true." Sam sniffed.

Dean handed him a tissue and Sam blew his nose. But the tears just kept falling.

"Sammy. I know we've been really rocky around each other nowadays. I went to Hell and came back not me. I changed but not for the better. I thought since I had an angel on my shoulder I was the man. But I was wrong. I kept hurting you over and over, but worse, you let me. You took the hit and I kept going. Then I go to the future and my god Sammy, I hated what I saw. I was wrong to reject you. I was wrong to leave you when you needed me most." Dean said. "But Sammy, you're not alone. Never. I could never hate you. Yes I was hating what you were doing because it was hurting you dumbass, but not you. Never you."

Sam let out a little sob and looked at his brother. "You don't hate me?"

"No baby boy. I don't." Dean said.

Sam crushed his daddy to him, clinging to him like he was going to disappear. Dean clung back just as much.

"Forgive me?" Dean asked.

"Always." Sam sobbed out. "Forgive me?"

Dean closed his eyes and smiled a watery smile. "Always."

Dean let Sammy sob it out as he rocked him gently and crooned softly to him. Dean smiled again. His baby was back home to him, and Sam had him back.

End of flashback

Sam felt a body sit with him on the swing and a groan. Sam smiled.

"The car all good?" Sam asked.

"Yup. She's all good. Oil and brake's changed, tires rotated, and everything else is good." Dean said. "How's my other baby?"

"He's all good. His two other nursemaids made sure he ate his lunch, took his meds, bundled up, and now he's getting some fresh air." Sam said.

"Good, good. Is he okay? Not too cold? Need another blanket?" Dean asked.

"Nope. I'm fine." Sam assured.

"Alright. Nice ride." Dean said.

"I bought it after having some odds and ends jobs." Sam said.

"They paid that well?" Dean asked raising his eyebrows.

"Yup." Sam said.

"And these jobs were?" Dean asked.

"Classified, or I'll have to kill you." Sam said with sly smile.

Dean snorted. "Not going to leave are you?"

"No. I was going to, but not now. Or ever." Sam said.

"Oh yeah? What changed your mind?" Dean asked.

"That Dean's baby would miss his daddy too much." Sam whispered.

Dean smiled and clapped his knee. "Alright baby boy. Time to go inside for a while. It's getting cooler."

Sam nodded and followed Dean back inside. Dean got him situated on the couch and headed into the kitchen to help with dinner. Castiel came in and sat with Sam. The two decided to do some light translation work. Over the last few days, Sam and Cas bonded which was good. Bobby had his boys back, Dean had his baby back, and Sam wasn't alone. He never was.

You are never alone.

Meanwhile watching from afar

"I'll get you yet my sweet prince. I'll get you yet." A man smiled viciously.

It's done! And everything's all good! Whoo! The "You are never alone" line is in honor of Suicide Prevention Week. YOU ARE NEVER ALONE!

See ya in the next thrilling season of Supernatural!