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EPILOGUE

Tony's Café at Daze Inn
Louisville, Kentucky
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
8:14 AM

Sam sat across from Dean, staring blankly into the stack of pancakes he was half-way through devouring. He was starving, especially after the previous night's events at the sanitarium, and hadn't eaten since the morning before. Dean had suggested they stop for a bite, but Sam had quickly pushed the idea away when he reminded his older brother that they had to take Professor Melissa Dyer back home. By that time, the sun had gone down, and though Dean had asked around for the waitress, Kelly, he hadn't gotten much in the way of information as to where she would be and quickly gave up the chase, then escorted the professor to the parking lot, looking crestfallen.

Taking Professor Dyer home had been a task. On the ride back to her house—after relaying only some the events of the evening, despite her persistent questioning—she spoke avidly of a girl named Amy, whom she had met not long ago, that reminded her of Dean.

"Something in the eyes," she said, "a hardness that comes with your line of work."

Sam had been quick to jump on that one and taunted his older brother on the way back to their room, causing Dean to roll his eyes—which garnered him another comment from Sam—and pretend to fall asleep much earlier than he normally would directly after a hunt. Sam, on the other hand, had gone straight to his computer and began searching his theory on what had happened back at Waverly Hill. After reading a few websites that proved his point, Sam waited for Dean to feign waking up an hour later to relay what he knew: the Timor Animi had started fighting back after the burning of Elizabeth's body because the anger the woman left behind was being destroyed as well. In response, Dean had just shrugged and muttered something about needing to take a shower, not bothering to listen as Sam continued informing him that the only way the Animi could have been obliterated was to wipe out all traces of her existence. Frowning, Sam took it as payback for Dean having to endure half an hour of his teasing on the way back from the Dyer's home in Mockingbird Valley, and had shrugged off his brother's rudeness.

"You telepathically communicating with those pancakes or what?" Dean asked, breaking Sam out of his reverie. "Must be an interesting conversation."

Sam rolled his eyes and sighed, but didn't say anything. Instead, he took a moment to look around the diner. It was packed for a Wednesday morning, but he figured that was due to the sign on the window advertising Endless Waffle Wednesday, which Dean had quickly bought into. Among the five waitresses working, none of them was the brunette Dean had been hoping to see, making his brother look slightly upset. Smirking, Sam looked back down at his plate, but kept his thoughts to himself. He didn't want his brother on his case for asking why he was so interested in a girl that looked at least half a dozen years younger than him.

"So, where to now?" Dean asked, waving his hands in front of his brother's face.

"I thought you wanted to go back to Fort Wayne," Sam frowned.

"Nah," Dean grimaced. "I'm done with this whole on-the-lamb crap. Dad may be right about some things, but if something is seriously out to get us, they'd have found us by now—or at least be looking under every rock until they did." Pausing to take a sip of coffee, Dean cleared his throat. "So I guess you were right all along."

"Wow. Never thought I'd hear you say that," Sam smirked.

"Yeah, well, don't get used to it. Plus, we always seem to fight in Indiana, and I didn't want a repeat of last time."

"I've noticed," Sam grinned, then cleared his throat as he pulled a folded up newspaper from his laptop bag balanced on the seat beside him, placing it on the table in front of his brother. "Since you asked, I found a case up in Green River, Arkansas. Guy gets run over by his own truck. Might be our kind of thing." Dean raised an eyebrow and smiled, causing Sam to frown. "What?"

Laughing, Dean shook his head. "Knew I could count on you to find something weird not even twenty-four hours after we're done working a job."

"Evil never sleeps."

"Neither do you, apparently."

Rolling his eyes, Sam waited for his brother to finish reading the article he had circled with red pen before putting in back in his knapsack. A moment later, Dean was draining his coffee and on his feet.

"So, Green River, Arkansas?" he asked, tossing a twenty dollar bill on the table.

Sam nodded and followed his brother toward the door. "Green River, Arkansas."

END