Well everyone, my story has sadly come to an end. I apologize if anything was displeasing to you, let me know and I won't let it happen again in other stories. To all my reviewers, thank you for being awesome and following the story, I really hope you enjoyed it. And now ladies and gentlemen, the conclusion of "Oh Brother Wolf Where Art Thou?"…

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"Well, that demon was a frickin' pussy." Dean said with thick, black blood covering his muzzle, Sam nodded, panting hard.

"I suppose without them, he was weak. Or maybe he wasn't up to full strength." Sam said and looked at Dean, wolfish grins came to their muzzles.

"How's your cut?" Dean asked with sudden concern.

"Fully healed, you?"

"Same, this does have it's perks."

Sam nodded and observed his brother to make sure he wasn't lying.

"So, do you suppose our spell is broken now?" Dean asked as he headed for the door, Sam following softly behind, their nails clicking against the wood.

"Should be, after we change back in the morning I think we're home free."

There was a pause of silence as they turned from the door and observed the damage, Sam stepped in again quickly and knocked a candle over onto a pile of papers. Stepping back out Dean and him trotted away from the cabin as the flames grew higher and hotter.

"Well, this was one helluva job."

"Definitely tops the charts."

"So this is our last night as werewolves, huh?" Dean looked at same with eyes shining in the bright blaze.

"Should be." Sam looked back at him, his mane falling in his own eyes.

At that Dean nipped at Sams ear then took off running.

"Come on Sammy, bet ya still can't catch me!" Sam grinned and followed Dean, barking loudly.

They ran through the night, swift paws carrying them easily through the snow. The full moon their only observer, shining her bright, pale blue light down upon them in care.

The night was filled with play and happiness, it was a rare moment that they could enjoy themselves, even if they were wolves.

The white wolf watched the two werewolves run down the mountain zigging and zagging, sending snow flying as they tackled, bit and chased one another. A tear came to his eye as he remembered him and his brother doing the same, playing as wolves underneath the bright full moon. The taller dark brown one named Sam had the sandy blonde one called Dean pinned, then he squirmed away and stuck his tongue out at his brother. James Swiftpaw smiled happily, and let out a farewell howl.

They paused as a chorus of howls filled the night, James Swiftpaw sending out a final thank you. They looked to one another and then raised their muzzles high and let out, long and joyous songs of the night.

The night was filled with play and happiness, it was a rare moment that they could enjoy themselves, even if they were wolves…

They returned to the ruined motel in the early morning, there snowy fur melting onto the carpet and making it wet with icy cold water. They looked to the broken window and watched with eager eyes as the sun rose, Dean felt himself and heard excited yelps that quickly became shouts as Sam turned back.

"I'm me! I'm me! I'm not a wolf!" Sam yelled to his brother, who got a good laugh out of his brother jumping around yelling, all naked and covered in demon blood.

"Go get a shower and put some clothes on ya freak." Dean said as he pulled on a pair of sweat pants.

It was over, all of it was finally over. Shaking his head he gathered their things and loaded up the Impala. When he was finished Sam emerged from the bathroom, still grinning like an idiot.

"Whatever dude, you just used up all the hot water."

"Just revenge for every time you did."

"Bitch."

"Jerk."

Sam and Dean stood by the Impala as its engine growled loudly, they were letting it heat up as they took a final look around the town.

"So this was a weird case that I'd prefer never bringing up again." Dean said simply with his arms crossed.

"Yeah, although I really miss my fur right now…"Sam said as he shivered against the cold, Dean sent him a quick glare and he flashed him an innocent smile.

Janet came strolling toward them, her arms wrapped around herself as the icy wind bit at her.

"Hey Dean, and I'm going to take a guess and say Sam?" She asked as the two smiled at her warmly.

"How'd ya know?" Sam said as he gave her a tight hug.

"Couldn't forget a friend who not only kept me warm, but saved me as well." She said as she looked up at him.

"Hey now…" Dean said sarcastically, she laughed lightly and gave him a hug as well.

"I can't thank you two enough, really."

"No problem, just tell no one that you ever saw us and your good." Dean said, she raised an eyebrow but nodded in agreement.

"You got it, who would believe me if I said two werewolves rescued me anyhow?"

"Ex-werewolves now." Sam said, Dean swore he heard a tinge of sadness in his voice.

"Oh, how'd that happen?" She asked with raised brows.

"Long story, and since we must be going we leave you in suspense. Take care of yourself Janet, no more getting' involved with any witches."

"Will do, thanks again Sam, Dean. Oh, I almost forgot!"

She reached into her pocket and pulled out two wolf head totems made of bone.

"These appeared by my bed last night, dunno how or why but thought you guys should have them.

"Thanks, see ya around Janet." Sam said as he clasped his hand around them, the smooth texture and odd power sending a chill down his spine. She nodded and walked off, until she rounded the corner and disappeared from view.

The brothers looked to one another, shrugged and got in the car. They looked to one another and sighed, exhaustion was surely there but they couldn't stand to be in this town any longer.

"Let's get the hell outta here." Dean put the car in drive and took off toward the highway.

Music blared loudly as the Impala rolled easily out of the small town of Norton, the brothers inside allowing the memories of the night to consume them.

A regular wolf stood watching from the forest and Dean slowed to observe it, he tapped Sam lightly and he awoke from his nap and watched it with soft eyes. It looked at them and then another wolf of pure white stepped out from the trees and stood beside it.

"Dude, that was us." He said with a raised eyebrow and clear shock in his voice.

"It was."

"Think they're brothers?" Dean said with a rare chick flick moment.

The silver wolf nipped the white one and then took off playfully, leaving the brothers chuckling lightly to themselves.

"Yeah Dean, I think they are."

Janet held the black and white photograph of her and her sister Sarah, it was worn and torn and the faces of the two young girls barely recognizable. The Winchesters had killed her, after years of suffering Janet was finally freed, she pushed down harder on the gas pedal as she passed the sign reading "Now Leaving Norton". For years she had been trapped as a teen with everyone around her dieing from a spell Sarah had cast, and now it was all over. Janet could move on, be free and no longer have to suffer because her sister wanted her to. She had found the totems in the remains of the fire, the power was still in them and if Sam and Dean ever needed them, it would be there. It was the smallest thing she could do to repay them…

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Thanks once again to everybody who took the time to stop and review, you people rock! I think my ending could have been better, but I seemed to have gotten writers block over the last week, hope it didn't slaughter the story. Don't be afraid to check out my other stories, especially my newest one that I'm really excited about "Death Don't Do Us Part".

Thanks yall, LoupGarouAngel…Out.