The End

"Castiel. Did you just Molotov my brother with holy fire?" The tall giant spoke condescendingly to the smaller angel. Sam's stare growing intense like a cold flame towards the trench coated man.

The man's face contorted. "Uh... no." The emotion waved off Cas, not convincing the other of the treachery. No one should use the Winchester logic when facing an angry angel, hell it barely worked on regular people for Christ sake!

I couldn't understand the panic and fear that were running through my veins at this given time. Sam was going off the deep end, and if my guess is right; being possessed by Satan himself. They couldn't use the rings? Or were they ineffective? I needed to know these simple things for myself to function, but I've been out casted to the sidelines where nothing else matters but my brain.

I just hope that I can keep that by the end of everything.

Sam raised his fingers as he spoke with the other angel in the cemetery. "No one dicks with Michael but me." Snapping them quickly and efficiently, Castiel exploded at the noise. I jumped from my spot but my legs wouldn't move another step, knees were locked and slightly giving away.

My friend and companion was dead from a snap. An angel no less, which begs to differ what Lucifer could do to us humans if he wanted to.

My ears rung as I tried and slow down my breathing and heart rate, closing my eyes I imagined my happy place. The bed in the morning with Derek hugging my from behind as I read one of many books, Derek nuzzling my neck in his sleep and pulling toward him so my back is pressed hard against his stomach; morning bliss present in the air. Opening my eyes as the ringing stopped, I heard a loud crash.

Adjusting my eyes I looked over to see Dean getting smashed into his car, the window shattered at the impact driving Bobby into action. The shot never missed a kill zone but the angel's powers wouldn't let the bullet sink below the skin. Sam's body turned, Lucifer's face away from my vision but the shoulders showed it all. Bobby kept shooting, trying to prevent the angel from coming any closer but only a flick of the wrist and Bobby's head snapped one direction before his body hit the ground.

I muffled my own scream before hearing the broken crack of Dean's. I fell to the ground ashamed that I couldn't do anything, though this isn't what Castiel wanted me to do.

Defenseless against the angel before me I realized that Dean was the one who I needed to pick up the pieces of. Knowing the brothers they made a pact of normalcy after this was over, all either of them wanted was a family away from the fighting. Someone to keep them human. And even with everything that they have done for this world all they get is this.

The beat down of their lives.

Lucifer kept hitting Dean, blood oozing and face swelling. I could hear a whimper coming out the elder brother, though the words were incoherent I knew Dean was trying to get through to his brother. The gleam in his eyes from the sun showed hope, a little hope that something good will come out of it.

Suddenly Sam's body went rigid, as well as Dean's demeanor; which slightly relaxed in Lucifer's grip. Something had happened in the distance, but the men did not move closer and were still out of ear shot.

And my legs still couldn't move.

Then suddenly I didn't have to, the giant let go of his elder brother; surprising both of us. Dean smashed once again into the Impala, the man's own baby.

I overheard a gentle whisper coming in Sam's voice, soft and loving towards the elder brother. "Its okay, Dean. It's going to be okay. I've got him." Moving into his pocket, Sam flung something into the ground; a giant hole being placed in the cemetery ground, tombstone and all. "Bvtmon tabges babalon." Being muttered along with the trembles. The boys just look at each other as the hole grew, Sam's chest rising quickly and deeply.

The other man who was set on fire emerged from the shadows, moving closer and closer to Sam. "Sam! It's not gonna end this way! Step back!"

Sam's eyes gleamed with hope, voice filled with emotion. "You're gonna have to make me!"

"I have to fight my brother, Sam! Here and now! It's my destiny!"

Sam's only answer was to open his arms wide for a hug, eyes closing as he fell backward. The other man; Michael I'm presuming moved and tried to grab the taller brother. Sam only closed his arms around him and fell into the hole.

A bright light ensued as the men reached below ground level, and nothing remained. Like nothing even happened either, the only thing that showed the battle ensued was the swollen bloody man I called my brother. Said man just slumped against his car, eyes closed and pained.

Finally finding my legs I walked over to the small piece of a man I used to know. Everything he did for me without asking anything in return. Running with everything I got I looked into his eyes and gave him a weak smile.

"I'm here for you Dean."

Cas rode with Bobby and Dean in the Impala, she wasn't badly damaged and with angel magic the outer exterior looked just like new. Dean looked dead as he got into the driver's seat as I brought Bobby into the back seat to lie down. Even after Castiel healed him he remained unconscious.

I followed them in my own car, mind drifting to what exactly happened. Did Sam die? Where did he go? No one would answer my questions, but I could infer from the body language Dean that he wasn't coming back.

We reached Bobby's house, pulling in as quietly as ever. Cas had left, leaving to me to what I had promised about a month ago. To pick up the missing pieces of Dean Winchester, because Bobby may be capable of this as well but I had a feeling Dean had something in mind.

After bringing Bobby to his bed I made us some dinner in the dust-filled kitchen, after going to the store and buying real food. Dean smiled at the food and dug into without a thought; though I could tell that his face was strained. He didn't want himself to be happy without Sam.

"Dean, how you are you feeling?"

"Are you profiling me right now Spencer?" was his immediate response before sighing. "Because after everything that's happening I don't want you rummaging in my head."

I chuckled. "I wouldn't need to profile you to know what's going on in your head. You're blaming yourself over everything that's happened. To what extend? That's the question I'm trying to figure out, then how to help you get over it." I placed my hand on his arm, locking eyes with him. "I have two weeks to help you get back on your feet to do whatever you want."

"I promised Sam that if he died and I lived that I'd go see Lisa and Ben and have a life." His voice cracked, like the idea was pleasant but he wanted to do something else.

"I'm not convinced that's what you want to do. Settling down yeah; it's every hunter's dream, but not with Lisa and Ben." I walked over to the stove and grabbed more spaghetti from the pot. "I know that Sam convinced you but what else do you want to do."

"I want to get my brother back."

I sighed before sitting down beside him. "I do too, but we both know that Sam wouldn't want us to reopen that cage just to save him." I paused to let it sink in before continuing. "So I'm going to reiterate that question Dean; what do want to do besides hunt?"

He whipped his head at me, a knowing glance piercing his eyes. Don't go there. They spoke instead of Dean's breaking voice. "I have nothing left besides Lisa and Ben."

"What about Castiel?"

He gazed soften a touch before looking away, ashamed of the name hanging in the air. "We both know it can't work. He has to go back to Heaven and take his punishment, I'll probably never see him again."

"But what if you do?" I placed my shoulder on hand, squeezing it gently. "What would you do then?"

He smiled, "I have no idea Spencer, but I'm going to keep my promise to Sam. I have to take responsibility for Ben too, I hated how my dad treated me and I'm doing to the same to him." He shook his head. "It's not fair."

"So go be a dad, and I'll visit as much as possible." I smiled and grabbed the laptop. "And I can do something more for you too. You might end up on the FBI wanted list again if you go flipping around Dean Winchester as your name. So I'll hack into the government and create an identity almost identical to yours as Dean Campbell."

Dean pulled me into a hug. It was filled with such pride and emotion that tears began to sprout from my eyes. I wiped them away before giving Dean a proper hug. This was all the thanks I needed.

"It'll take time to get the birth certificate forged. I'll have to pull some strings in the CIA, but I'll have it done by the end of the week."

"What are we going to do for a week?" Dean sounded like a three year old lost, like a kicked puppy.

Smiling I started typing away on my laptop. "How about one last hunt Dean, so you can leave it all behind." Searching up the local paper I turned the screen to Dean. "There's a number of mysterious disappearances in the area, a couple of the victims were found without any blood."

Dean shook his head. "No, I don't want to hunt. I'll just wait for Bobby to wake up and head down to Lisa's." His eyes were hollow and dull. "Come see me when you've got those documents."

I nodded and said my goodbyes, heading down to Iowa."

I had found a copy of the latest manuscript of Chuck's books titling 'The Swan Song' reading through it, the rest of the puzzle of that day began to come clear. The looks and the broken voices shed some light on the world around me; the real reason Sam sacrificed himself.

The ending is what bothered me though, the narrative became personal to Chuck himself. Completely breaking the fourth wall inside of the book.

"On April 21, 1967, the 100 millionth GM vehicle rolled off the line at the plant in Janesville - a blue two-door Caprice.

There was a big ceremony, speeches. The lieutenant governor even showed up. Three days later, another car rolled off that same line. No one gave two craps about her. But they should have, because this 1967 Chevrolet Impala would turn out to be the most important car - no, the most important object - in pretty much the whole universe.

She was first owned by Sal Moriarty, an alcoholic with two ex-wives and three blocked arteries. On weekends, he'd drive around giving Bibles to the poor "gettin' folks right for Judgment Day." That's what he said. Sam and Dean don't know any of this, but if they did, I bet they'd smile.

After Sal died, she ended up at Rainbow Motors, a used-car lot in Lawrence, where a young marine bought her on impulse. That is, after a little advice from a friend. I guess that's where this story begins.

And here's where it ends."

Even though the background to the places they've been to are completely unnecessary it seems relevant to the whole story, every place is picked for a reason; or in this case object. Not that I would call Dean's love child an object; he'd kill me in his sleep.

"The Impala, of course, has all the things other cars have... and a few things they don't. But none of that stuff's important. This is the stuff that's important. The army man that Sam crammed in the ashtray - it's still stuck there. The Legos that Dean shoved into the vents - to this day, heat comes on and they can hear 'em rattle. These are the things that make the car theirs - really theirs. Even when Dean rebuilt her from the ground up, he made sure all these little things stayed, 'cause it's the blemishes that make her beautiful. The Devil doesn't know or care what kind of car the boys drive."

Even more was the last pieces to the puzzle about the boys.

"In between jobs, Sam and Dean would sometimes get a day - sometimes a week, if they were lucky. They'd pass the time lining their pockets. Sam used to insist on honest work, but now he hustles pool, like his brother. They could go anywhere and do anything. They drove 1,000 miles for an Ozzy show, two days for a Jayhawks game. And when it was clear, they'd park her in the middle of nowhere, sit on the hood, and watch the stars... for hours... without saying a word. It never occurred to them that, sure, maybe they never really had a roof and four walls but they were never, in fact, homeless."

And that spoke wonders, they wanted to do the right thing the right way; but something whether it was time, money or even luxury but they always had each other. Remembering the time Garcia was talking to me about these books, that line that made me want to cry. They were homeless in every sense expect the tone of family; the home is where the heart is.

"Endings are hard. Any chapped-ass monkey with a keyboard can poop out a beginning, but endings are impossible. You try to tie up every loose end, but you never can. The fans are always gonna bitch. There's always gonna be holes. And since it's the ending, it's all supposed to add up to something. I'm telling you, they're a raging pain in the ass.

This is the last Dean and Bobby will see of each other for a very long time. And, for the record, at this point next week, Bobby will be hunting a rugaru outside of Dayton. But not Dean. Dean didn't want Cas to save him. Every part of him, every fiber he's got, wants to die, or find a way to bring Sam back. But he isn't gonna do either. Because he made a promise."

So Dean keeps his promise to me and Sam, not to kill himself or go on a suicide hunt and despite lying to me about not wanting to go on one last hunt he still keeps going through the motions. He got his white picket fence and sure he might not have his brother by his side; he's got everyone else to pull out of the darkness. Me, Cas, Bobby, Lisa and Ben.

"So, what's it all add up to? It's hard to say. But me, I'd say this was a test... for Sam and Dean. And I think they did all right. [Flashbacks play.] Up against good, evil, angels, devils, destiny, and God himself, they made their own choice. They chose family. And, well... isn't that kinda the whole point?"

I had called Hotch two days ago telling him what had happened. I didn't make it time to change the outcome and one of my cousins had died in the process. I was going to take some more time off until the grief washed away, but in reality I was helping Bobby stay away from the bottle. Getting Dean to be able to push that doorbell and keeping the unit solid as the youngest Winchester left our world.

I didn't find it fair that I was the only that didn't have a chance to grieve, but when I get back to Quantico Derek would set me down just to cry. Say the smallest things that mean absolutely nothing to him but the world to me.

I had a release button at my disposal.

These men didn't have time to wallow away in pain.

About a week to the day I got a strange phone call from a blocked number, and without Garcia to track I was left alone to struggle on the line. Though conversation came easier than expected.

"Spencer, I need some help."

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A/N: Squee! Another chapter done and the final arc is in process. One last problem left for these boys, romantic and heroic. How will our Doctor cope?

Also all the quotes come from the transcript on the Supernatural Wiki