Sadly, my friends, this is the LAST chapter. Happily, this is the first ACTUAL fic that I've finished! Yeah! Any way, Tell me what you think. Tell me you hate it, love it, and/or can't stand it. If you can't stand it, sit down. Sequal?

"So, any ideas of where he could be?" John asked. Dean hated how casual his voice and face was. It didn't seem like he cared at all that Sam could be ripped from there lives any minute of any day! Sometimes, only sometimes, he wanted to slap that man silly.

"There are many places he could be! Cemetaries, haunted houses, New York! There's no definate place!" Bobby explained. John thought for a while, and it was useless, because Dean spoke next.

"What if... What if they aren't in any evil place like that... What if there in a place least expected?" Dean thought aloud. Bobby and John looked at eachother briefly, pondering the boy.

"Like...?"

Dean stood up from his chair and turned his back from the group, closing his eyes. Why? He didn't know why he did it, it was just that he did. Maybe because he expected to her Sam tell him the answer... And maybe it was possible. I mean, if there could be werewolves, vampires, shreegas, and others, why couldn't telecaneeses work?

"Maybe... Like... A church?" Dean suggested. Bobby shook his head.

"That can't be, all churches were required to have the demon-repelling sign , there's no way they'd be able to-" Bobby replied.

"But when?" John asked.

"1926..." Bobby answered rather confused.

"What about the churches before?" Dean asked, catching on to what John was getting at. Bobby was silent until he smiled wide. That... Was always... A good sign...

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"Terra... I think the kid's almost done..." The man of the group mocked the little beaten bloody boy.

"N... Never!" Sam screamed, more in pain then determination. Terra cocked an eyebrow and then slapped him across his face.

"Don't yell at him!" She hissed. Normally, Sam would've made a witty remark, like his brother would... But he was just too hurt. Too tired and worn out. He just wanted to... No, he couldn't! But maybe he could... Or not! "Look, hun, don't look so sad. How about I let you see your big brother, huh?" Terra offered. The second she said see, his head shot up. Terra smirked and pulled him over to sit down. She then grabbed his arm and he could see his brother. His face went grim. Dean was on the ground, a blade in his back. He ran over to him and tried to grab him, but he just went right through him. So, he just looked at his face: His eye were still open, but they were lifeless.

"Dean..." And then they were back in the church. He fell off the chair and landed on his stomach, eyes as lifeless as his brother's were. There were no laughs, no screams, no cries, no crying, no silent tears. There was just nothing. He

Was b...r...o...k...e...n...

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"You sure you don't want me to call some back-up?" Bobby asked nervously. John shook his head, however, in mid swing, he looked up at the door to the large church and saw Dean already running inside... Without anything to help him... Except holy water, and very little. John ran after him and was yelling, too. Sam... Please...

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"SAM!" Dean screamed his heart out. The three evil ones turned around and grinned.

"Gotta hand it to your little brother, he stayed strong, until he saw you "dead"," Terra giggled, putting air quotes around dead. Dean dashed after them, only to be thrown into two collums of thick chairs. He immediately jumped p, but was caught by his neck by Terra's sister misqua.

"Will you calm down? Count yourself lucky, many people would be thankful about their brother's death," She pouted. Dean grabbed her hand and somehow made her let go. He sprinted over to Sam and gripped him tightly in his arms. He was limp. Never a good sign.

"Sam... Sam... Please Sam, say something!" Dean yelled at him. Sam didn't respond. Dean pulled him onto his lap and looked at his face: He was just staring at nothing... Like he was both dead and alive.

"It's not goin to work, he's- KE AHHHHHHHH!" Terra screamed as a gallon of holy water was poured on her by John, she stepped back away from him, only to walk right into a devil's trap. Dean, or the demons, hadn't realized he'd even been inside.

Misqua ran at him, but Bobby shot her, the demon dust running away. The man shrugged and ran away as well. Dean wasted no time in aiding his wounded brother.

"Yeah, noo back-up needed, huh?" Bobby mocked John quietly, before he went over to Sam and tried to pick him up. Dean pulled Sam back and held his head to his chest. Dean held him there, Sam in a ball on his lap. Bobby opened his mouth to say something, but only a small sigh came out.

"Is he alive?" John asked, sounding bored to Dean.

"You say that like you don't care!" Dean screamed at him. "He's you son! Sammy! Little Sammy1 He's hurt, because of..." Dean put his head down on Sammy's and began shaking as tears streamed down his eyes. "Sam..." He screamed. John and Bobby looked at eachother, before nodding. John grabbed Dean and Bobby picked up limp Sam, Dean resisting with all his strength, head-budding and punching his dad a few times. Getting annoyed with his son, John grabbed his shoulders.

"DEAN! STOP IT!" John yelled. Dean looked like a sniveling mess, and then his green eyes opened slowly. "Sam's going to be fine, i-"

"He'll never EVER forgive me! He'll hate me all his life! I know it. I've lost my Sammy..." Dean fell to his knees.

"No he won't. Now come on, Sam's in the car already. Give him some comfort, why don't you," John instructed. Dean jetted up and ran to car and grabbed Sam, laying him on his lap gently.

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"Dean... I saw an angel," Sam whispered later that night as he and Dean snuggled. Dean shot up and looked at him. Then his face went kind and gentle.

"Yeah? What did she look like?" Dean asked shakily, laying back to his position.

"He was too bright to see but he told me his name... Castiel. He tricked the demons into thinking I had broken so I'd have a chance. Cool, huh," Sam giggled weakly. Dean shook his head and patted his head.

"Sam?" Dean asked.

"Yeah?"

"I love you, my little brother."

"Go to sleep."