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One side effect of Mary's pregnancy was that her powers tended to short out on her. It had happened with Sam. It probably would have happened with Dean if she hadn't been suppressing her powers.
"Stop it," Mary whined to her unborn baby.
"I don't think the baby can hear you," John told his wife. He loved how weird Mary was.
"I know that," an annoyed Mary shot back.
"Do you always fight like this?" a curious Sam asked. He had never seen his parents together because of Mary's death when he was six months old.
"Kiddo, we've been dead for awhile. We need a good fight," John explained to his son.
"Fights are so much fun," Mary said. She loved fighting with her husband, because he always got creative afterwards.
Sam and Dean made a face at them. They had immediately understood what Mary was referring to.
"You're going to fight just for the make-up part of it?" Dean questioned, desperately wishing he hadn't said that.
Mary nodded. "The last time we fought, I think your father knocked me up with this baby," she said, surprised. She couldn't believe that she remembered that. Dean glared at his mother, while Sam sent a glare towards his brother.
"Well at least something great came out of that fight," John said.
"Can we stop talking about this?" Bobby asked. He loved the Winchesters, but Mary and John were sickening sometimes. It was times like these he missed his own wife, Aurora. Aurora had been such a great woman. Bobby and Aurora had been so happy together. Three weeks before her possession and Bobby's introduction to the hunting world, Aurora had suffered a miscarriage. Bobby thought now that the miscarriage had left his wife wide open for the possession.
"Sure," Mary answered. She had figured out who Bobby was thinking about, and knew that he missed his wife. Mary had known Aurora Singer. Aurora and Mary had left the supernatural world together. Of course, back then she had been known as Mary Turner, and Aurora had been known as Aurora Murphy.
"What are you thinking about?" Ellen asked Mary. She liked John's wife.
Mary shrugged. "I'm thinking about where John and I are going to live. Dean and Sam may be out of the house, but with a new baby on the way, we need somewhere permanent. Of course, we're probably going to hunt occasionally."
Ellen glanced at the boys and then turned to Mary and Missouri. "Bobby and I are moving in together," she confessed. Missouri gave her a knowing smile, but Mary hugged her.
"He does love you," Missouri pointed out. She had seen the vibes between Ellen and Bobby long before they became a couple.
"I love him too," Ellen told them. She hadn't felt this way since meeting Bill Harvelle.
"That's good," Mary assured her. She liked Ellen, and hoped they became friends.
Four hours later, the group of hunters entered Cleveland, Ohio, where Lilith had fled after failing to kill Sam.
"Please stay here," John told his wife. He wouldn't be able to concentrate if he was worrying about Mary and Baby Winchester.
"I'm very powerful," Mary protested, knowing her powers could short out again.
"Mare, the baby's shorting your powers out and I don't want you hurt," John told his wife. He smiled at her and the two began to make out.
"Ewww," Sam cried, trying not to think about the fact that he was going to kill one of the most demons ever. Dean would have burst out laughing, but he wasn't paying attention to his brother. He was having a flashback to his time in the pit.
"Dean, snap out of it," a worried John called. He still had flashbacks to his time there occasionally, and he had been there a whole lot longer than Dean.
Dean heard his father, and he turned around so fast, he got dizzy. "Remind me not to do that again," he moaned as he felt nausea build up.
"Try not to have any more flashbacks, Kiddo," Mary told him. She was worried about both her sons, and the baby she couldn't wait to meet.
"I'll try," Dean promised, smiling at his mother. He hoped that he wouldn't have any more flashbacks. This was not a good thing at all. He needed to protect Sammy. Sammy was his number one priority, and always had been. He always would be.
Sam entered the decrepit house, everyone following him.
"Sammy, you found me," Lilith sing-songed in the body of her new host-a fifteen year old girl killed in a car accident only four hours earlier.
"Of course I found you. You're a very easy demon to find," Sam mocked. He couldn't wait to kill her. Lilith would die nice and slowly. She deserved all the pain in the world.
"It's a shame I have to kill you," Lilith told him. She didn't know how the boy had escaped her wrath earlier, but he was going to pay.
"No, Lilith. It's not a shame because I'm going to kill you," Sam told her angrily. Behind him, Bobby, Dean, and John exchanged a panicked look. They were happy that Missouri, Ellen, and Mary were staying in the car.
"I'd like to see you try, little boy," Lilith taunted. She knew that Samuel wouldn't be able to kill her. She was invulnerable.
"I escaped you last time," Sam mocked. He was confident in his ability to kill Lilith.
Lilith grew angrier at that comment, but prepared to kill Sam. He would not be escaping this time.
She went to go kill him with her mind, but Sam stuck Ruby's knife through her heart first.
Lilith stared in shock and sparks erupted from her body. She and her new host collapsed on the floor, both dead.
"You did it," John assured his son, who was now quiet.
Sam didn't answer. Instead he took Ruby's knife out of the host's body, and continued to stab Lilith over and over again.
"It's over," Dean assured his brother.
"She killed you," Sam whispered. His knees buckled, but Dean caught him. Sam finally began to sob for all that had happened.
John and Bobby went back to the car. Dean and Sam needed some time alone to deal with things.
"I'm okay, now Sammy. You saved me," Dean told him.
"I don't want you to hate me," Sam wailed. He hadn't meant to say that, and began to cry even harder.
"I don't hate you," Dean told his brother. Where did his brother get this stuff? He was the most depressed person Dean had ever met, besides himself. Dean was pretty sure he had been suffering from clinical depression after John died for him.
"Then you don't love me," Sam wept. He knew Dean didn't love him.
"Of course I love you, Sammy. Don't you ever think that again, Baby. You're the most important person in my life."
Sam sniffled and looked up at his brother. "I love you too," Sam told Dean.
Dean helped his brother up, and they headed back to the car.
Lilith was dead, and Dean was alive.
Sam felt happy for the first time since John's death. He thought about his newly found happiness the entire time Bobby drove back to Kansas.
Things would change for the better for the Winchesters in the next few years.
TBC
Next chapter is the epilogue. You'll find out what happens with the Winchester family, and Bobby and Ellen. I'll probably update tomorrow, after I get home from school. I only have half a day, and then graduation practice. I don't know how long that'll be, but I'm still getting out earlier. Thursday is graduation, so I can't wait.
I have an idea for another story set post "No Rest For The Wicked". Tell me if you like this idea: Sam is so devastated over his brother's death (Dean won't be resurrected in this story, I think.) that he spirals into a depression and becomes an alcoholic.