AN: Goooooooooooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! *angry wolf growl* I'm so tired of trying to please everyone it's unreal...*heatodesksohardIgointoacoma* Sigh. Next time my youngest brother or mother want something...I'm not saying no, I'm screaming it. So loud the Heavens will hear and feel my wrath. *angry wolf grumble*...Anyways. Going to be starting my new job in few days! Whoo! It seems like I have a ton to do, but my employer said he'll break it down so I can manage all the bigger stuff with the smaller stuff. So excited! Still wish my Supernatural dream would come true...sigh. Although if I could make a living just writing SPN fanfics, I would be good with that! Lol! But seriously...that should be a thing...like Youtube...I could be the Markiplier of Fanfiction! That should be a thing...HEY FF! MAKE THIS A THING! Like for real, you can have authors that want to do it can sign up for it, and they can get their names out, and do great things! Alright I'm done rambling..It's just an idea...*shrugs* Anyways, when we left off, Sammy NO!

spnfanforlife-*huggles you, cries, and hands you a box of tissues* It's okay darling!

lenail125-What can I say? It's a guilty pleasure. XD That and someone has to fix what those damn writers broke. *wolf grumble*

Mayabird-*crawls under your blanket fort as tiny wolf puppy and curls up in your lap to comfort you*

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The War is Done, But Not The Journey

Dean held onto Sam tightly after taking the blade out of stomach. He wasn't howling or screaming, but rocking gently and whispering soothingly to his baby boy. He still had tears running down his face and he was having a hard time breathing. His head ached, but his heart hurt more. He wanted Sam to wake up now. He wanted his baby to come home now.

"It's safe now, Sammy. You won. You can come home to me. Please come back baby boy. Come back to me." Dean whispered. His throat hurt, but he didn't care. He wanted his Sammy to open his eyes now. He needed to see his baby's bright, innocent hazel eyes.

The others had tried to pull him away, but Dean wouldn't budge. He couldn't let go of his Sammy. Not yet. It wasn't his time. He was still a kid, still a baby. He had so much to do. He finally had a wife for Christ sake. Dean just couldn't let go. He never could. It killed him when Sam left for Stanford, it killed when he died at Cold Oak, he just can't let go, and he won't

"It'll be okay, it'll be alright Sammy. You'll be fine baby boy, you'll be alright." He kept whispering.

The family looked on sadly as Dean still sat and rocked Sam. They knew they needed to put Sam to rest, but Dean just wouldn't budge. They themselves didn't want to bury or burn their beloved youngest, but they had too. It was the last kind they could for Sam, and they would. For now, they needed to let Dean say goodbye and grieve.

Dean kept rocking and whispering, and laid his head on Sam's chest. He felt something beneath Sam's shirt. Dean lifted his head up and shoved his hand down Sam's shirt, and grasped the object. He pulled it out and gasped. It was the amulet. The one he tossed out. He regretted when he did, and he was sorry he did, especially when he saw the wounded look on his baby's face.

"Oh Sammy." Dean whispered.

Dean gasped suddenly and dropped the amulet. It was hot to the touch. According to Castiel, it was only hot in the presence of God.

"What is it Dean?" Castiel asked.

"The amulet. It's hot." Dean said.

The angels touched and examined the amulet, then examined Sam. He wasn't cool to the touch, nor was his body stiff from rigor. In fact Sam looked like he was merely sleeping. Dean lifted Sam's shirt and the mortal wound was mended and scarred.

"What the-?" Dean asked.

"Dean, what's going on?" Jess asked.

Dean didn't answer, instead he placed his head on his Sammy's chest and gasped. He was alive! His baby was alive!

"He's alive." Dean whispered a smile growing on his face. "My baby's alive!"

The family looked at each other and muttered to one another. It couldn't be, could it?

"It was our father. The amulet only burns hot in the presence of God." Castiel said with a smile.

"This has Dad written all over it!" Gabe said happily, his charge was going to be alright!

"Indeed. It's not Sam's time yet. Father still needs him and his journey is not yet over." Michael said.

"Angel Radio?" Dean asked.

"Yes. The angels are singing and saying praise to the youngest." Michael said.

Dean sniffled and hugged Sam closer. He then planted a kiss on his forehead.

"My Sammy. My baby." Dean smiled. "Let's go home."

Everyone agreed. It was time to go home. The war was done and Sam was going to be alright.

Once home, Dean got Sam situated and tucked into bed. He kept a silent vigil and waited for his baby to wake up.

"I'm right here Sammy. I'll be right when you wake up." Dean said carding a hand though the boy's soft locks.

Dean smiled when Sam leaned into his touch, sensing his presence and comfort.

"I got ya baby boy. I got ya." Dean whispered soothingly. "And I'm never letting go."

Dusk brought the night forth, but morning would bring a new day.

There we have it y'all! One last chapter to go, then the alternate endings will be posted.

Until Next Time! *Dean throws a ball and I chase after it like the puppy I am*