Well, they found the gate and it is real. Now they just have to find a way to seal the thing shut. Hmmm, how will they do that?

Read on to find out, I think you'll like how it gets fixed.

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Nancy sat by then bed, praying, while Sam slept peacefully in it, smiling and barely covered with their sheets.

"John, this is Nancy.

I know the hour is not late,

And we don't need anything fancy,

We just need a way to seal up our Devil's Gate.

Please come help us,

I miss you."

She climbed back into bed and joined Sam, cuddling into his side, and kissed his neck, nipping along his neck and jaw. Her hands played with his hair and touched his chest and stomach, stroking his skin with her fingertips. Sam groaned as he woke up to her seductive kisses and touches. He made small sounds of pleasure as she moved lower, pulling her into a kiss. The kiss was deep and urgent, his need for her flaring up again. They kissed and touched until they were panting with need for more.

Sam suddenly moved on top of her, pressing his body into hers, making her writhe in need now, his skin against her driving her crazy, his hardness against her. Sam moved into her after putting on his condom and they made love with a fevered pitch. They managed to do it one more time, slower this time, savoring the moment more than before. They came together moaning the other's name into their lover's mouths.

They lay there cuddling and giggled a little. They smiled widely at each other and sighed happily.

"Think Bobby heard that?" Sam asked teasing, not really caring if he had.

"I hope not. It was great though." Nancy sighed in contentment, stroking Sam's body with her hand, enjoying touching him.

"I'm hungry." Sam said pulling her in for a morning kiss and letting her go.

"Me too." Nancy said, letting Sam pull her out of bed to clean up and get dressed to go downstairs. "You look amazing, Sam, like a walking wet dream." She pulled him to her one more time before getting dressed.

"Thanks." Sam blushed, happy she found him so attractive but still shy about the compliments others gave him. "You aren't so bad yourself." It was true; Nancy had a body that would put a Pussy Cat Doll to shame. It was his alone and his was hers.

"Mine." She said putting a hand over his heart and leaning her head into it.

"Mine." He said putting a hand over her hand on his heart, kissing her forehead, enjoying her sex-tousled hair and pink well-kissed lips, knowing he looked the same way to her.

They smiled wryly not wanting to do anything but stay here in this room together now. They were the only two people in this moment that mattered. They groaned and walked out the door, holding hands, their other hands fixing their hair as best they could with their free hands, smoothing out the messiest part of it.

They still managed to smile like love-sick idiots when they walked into the kitchen and saw the two men watching them in amusement. Dean looked at Bobby with an 'I told you so' look and Bobby shook his head and rolled his eyes. They sat down to eat and talked about what they were doing today. They had their hands busy eating right now but managed to keep their legs touching under the table, liking the contact.

Henriksen came in and sat down. Bobby handed him a plate of food.

They were fixing that gate today. No one would ever open it again if they had their way.

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Bobby and Victor stood in front of the lock and sat thinking. The boys were patrolling the area with Missouri was keeping a psychic eye out for trouble they needed to watch out for, beyond what the boys could handle of course. Some of the spirits took offense to them being there and tried to mess with them but were quickly dispatched. It was surprisingly supernatural free so far.

Victor Henriksen had come to the conclusion that the other time had been so hard because of Ruby's spellwork.

Anyway, they stood there and rubbed their jaws thinking of how to do this. They had the blessed salted railroad spike and their portable acetylene torch. Bobby had a white grease pencil to draw the demon warding symbols around it when they were done. However, they were afraid that pounding the spike in with the sledgehammer would open it anyway.

"A sledgehammer and a railroad spike, not the most original you've ever had, Bobby." Came a voice from behind them, sounding amused and seeming to be hiding laughter behind his tone. The men jumped and cursed at the voice. They turned in surprise to see John. Standing there with his hands on his hips and smirking at them.

"Don't you guys make the sound of feathers or air dispelling or something?" Victor said in indignation. Damn that man was quiet! "Why don't you do the nose to nose thing that Castiel did?"

John appeared suddenly in front of him, nose touching his, laughter shining in his eyes, still smirking. "Like this?" He asked in amusement and Victor just shook his head, smiling. "Yeah, like that." John went back to where he had been before.

"Not my style." John said smiling. Bobby smiled as John eyed their tools with the look a parent gives when the kid is about to put a peanut butter sandwich into the VCR. "That won't work, by the way. Unless you want to break it open, of course. Those tools will pop that lock just like we used to in the old days on houses and stuff, remember?" John looked at Bobby and Bobby nodded. He remembered and smiled fondly at the memory. That approach popped the lock fast and therefore would do just that here.

He groaned, now officially out of ideas. He looked to Henriksen who shrugged, not having an idea now either. They both eyed the lock and worked their brains to find another way.

"Move." John rolled his eyes and pushed past them to stand by the lock, putting a hand against it, the gun-barrel shaped whole underneath his palm. "And you used to call me an idjit." He turned to look hard at the lock, concentrating only on it down.

White power poured through his hand and into the lock, melting its insides in the process then pulled his hand back with the power still pouring out of it, letting the power melt the keyhole into a mass of melted metal. "Learned that from a friend." John smirked proudly, eyeing his work. "That should do it. Who needs a Pheonix anyway?"

"Thanks, John." Bobby and Henriksen said and smiled, glad they hadn't used the tools after all.

"Tell Nancy thanks for the prayer. I was glad to help."John said and watched his friends look surprised. They didn't know she had asked John to help.

"We will." Bobby said, reminding himself to thank her for the prayer.

"Tell my idiot son to marry that girl, too. I want grandchildren." John smirked and vanished on the spot, not making a sound as he did it.

Bobby hoped this meant that John might visit more, with him and the boys. They would like that. They missed him.

They went back to their car and drove back home. The gate was sealed and they were relieved. They mentally laughed at themselves for thinking of using the spike and the sledge.

Thank goodness John had come to help them. They should have thought to pray he would help them like Nancy had. John was right; Sam really should marry that girl.

Someone had to be the smart one of the group.

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Yep, gate sealed and shut forever. John might be back sometime, just to visit of course. The boys would like that. He's an Archangel, he can handle different realities so why not?

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