Epilogue

The life of a hunter/Nephilim/angel

'Sammy!' Dean yelled at the top of his lungs.

Sam was still not anywhere within sight. Well, not the real Sam anyway.

'You still don't get it, do you? Your brother doesn't care if you die. Then at least he can move on with his life,' the person in front of him told him.

Dean tried to block his words out, which wasn't a hard task. He was more concerned about the torture machine he was strapped to that slowly pulled his limps out. With every click of the wheels he felt his arms and legs lengthen up further. It wouldn't be long now until they would snap.

Damnit son of a bitch where are you? He thought. Sam had to fight of the partner outside, but by now he figured Sam had filleted the son of a bitch. Dean wasn't going to die because of a stupid shapeshifter with his brother's face.

The machine ticked again and Dean screamed in pain. Surely a bone had snapped by now, together with some flesh and muscles. One more tick would be enough to let go…

'Hey, assbutt.'

The fake-Sam turned around to see the person behind him. He didn't even get the chance to take a good look before the person placed a hand on his head. A blinding light erupted from his eyes and mouth. He screamed beyond anything that was human. But then again, he wasn't.

The limp body of fake-Sam fell the ground of the barn. Dean could finally see Aliza's face as she looked up at the machine. She snapped her fingers and the machine stopped mid-tick. Dean nearly started crying of relief.

'I was very close there to peeing my pants,' the Winchester joked.

Aliza snapped again to release his ankles and wrists. Dean right away slipped to the ground, but not before Aliza could catch him to prevent anything breaking. Dean tried to hide the pain he was feeling, but it was clear to Aliza he was at the brim of dying. She placed her fingers gently to his forehead and healed all that was broken. Dean looked up at her, a surprised look on his face now that he felt fine again.

'Thank you,' he breathed as he struggled to get back to his feet.

'Most welcome,' she said lightly.

Dean looked out to the dark forest behind the open doors. 'Where is Sam?'

As if on cue, Sam and Castiel walked in. Sam seemed to be completely fine, but Cas had probably healed him already.

'Sammy,' Dean breathed. He got up to his brother and embraced him quickly. Then he flicked his hand against his head.

'Ouch! What the-,'

'Where were you! I was kind of stretching my time here!'

Aliza chuckled at his pun, and gained three pair of eyes focused on her. Dean now looked her over seriously. She looked so different from the last time he saw her. She was wearing a dress that looked both classy and functional. It was a dark blue shade, with a low neckline and a bottom half that flowed around her thighs. She was wearing a shiny leather jacket over it, what matched her sturdy boots. She looked like she could take you out on a date and end it by burying you in your grave.

Dean was honestly glad to see the two angels again. It had been a couple of months since they last met. In the meantime Dean and Sam did the usual: saving people, hunting things. The family business.

'So, how is it up there?' Sam asked the both of them. He pointed his finger up, not indicating the roof they were standing under.

Cas walked around to side Aliza. 'It's still hard to get good control over the angels. They find it hard to listen to us, so we often have to intimate them.'

Dean laughed. 'Haha, that's funny. Cas, you can't even intimidate a kitten.'

Cas looked offended. 'That is not true.' He then looked down, considering whether Dean was right. 'But Aliza is doing most of that.'

'Now there is something that is a little easier to believe,' Dean said, his normal witty self returning. Aliza smiled. She loved to see the Winchesters like this: pumped up with adrenaline from nearly dying. It made them witty and cheerful. Mostly they were just glad to be alive.

'Heaven is doing fine for now. Unfortunately we still need to do a lot, but we are training a couple of angels to become the new leaders. In a matter of months they will take over and Cas and I will finally be able to leave. This is actually our first return to earth since the last time we met up,' Aliza explained.

Cas found a single hair that was out of place on Aliza's head. He took it carefully between his fingers and placed it were it belonged. 'This is a short-term vacation for us,' he mused.

'And you decided to start it with some shapeshifters?' Sam asked with a smile.

Aliza looked back at Sam's dead body. 'Sorry Sam. Seems like I killed you,' she said with a shrug.

He smiled even more. 'I'll see that through the fingers for this time.'

Aliza smiled back fondly. 'Yes, we thought saving your asses was the best way to spend our vacation. Maybe another case. Or two.'

Dean chuckled. 'An angel hunter? Damn, those monsters better look out.'

Cas looked at Dean incredibly. 'I helped you once with a hunt!'

Dean and Aliza looked at the lost angel. 'Yeah, you interrogated the cat.'

Sam, Dean and Aliza broke out in a laughter. Castiel looked lost, but in the end he chuckled along with them. Aliza knew their life was never going to be quiet or normal. There would always be monsters and people that thought they could rule the world. They were prepared for that kind of crap. But these little moments were worth every painful second of the way.

Those little happy memories in which Aliza was simply enjoying the company of her husband and brothers.

The end

Hello again!

It's the end of this story! it's over. Finito. Sorry for the long wait, I forgot I still had to upload this ^.^

I would really like you to leave a comment behind on the story. Did you like the story, my writing and the characters? Please let me know, so I can improve.

I'm not making any promises about future stories. Sometimes these inspirations come to me, but I haven't had any lately.

Anyway, thank you for joining me on the road. So long, hunters!