A/N: I do what I want and kill who I want.

5 years later…

Sam stood before the tree, once a dead and broken, now lush and full of life. He was on the outskirts of Bethlehem, the memories that would never leave him running through his mind. Sam touched the scar on his forehead, a constant reminder of what he had saved and lost. He could never get rid of the guilt that filled his stomach no matter how much he told himself that it wasn't his fault. How could he have known? How could he have seen?

He laid down the small wreath that he brought with him, each one different year to year. This one was just simple, classic, a red bow on the top of an other wise plain circle of branches. Dean would have laughed at him, telling Sam that it was girly, but Sam didn't care. It was nice to cherish the memory of something that changed you forever. He couldn't believe that it had been only five years, but so much had changed. Sam went back to school, finishing his law degree, but that wasn't where his heart was anymore. He found a whole new layer to the world and that was what intrigued him now. It was a completely new way to help people that Sam couldn't refuse. That was what drew him to become a lawyer in the first place, but this is what made him truly happy. Helping the people fight against something that they couldn't have on their own.

He took the all the spare time he had to study everything and anything he could about the supernatural, filling the Impala with all different types of weapons, learning several different languages at one time. He almost lost his scholarship several times but that didn't stop him. Sam graduated with a degree but he walked out with a passion. He just hoped that was Dean had wanted.

It was painful for Sam to remember what happened on the side of the road that day. He could never let the blame fall off of himself, thinking that if only he had noticed sooner, if only he hadn't listened to his brothers lies that he was okay, if only.

Sam wiped a tear from his eye and walked back to the Impala, beginning his drive back to Lawrence. Sam checked his watch several times not wanting to be late. This was the final step in the only court case that he had ever taken and he didn't want to miss it for the life of him.

He drove up to the front of the state prison, parking right before the doors. Sam tapped the steering wheel as he waited, anxious to get out of there. It was a little unsettling to be sitting before the prison that your father was serving out a double life sentence in. Sam had been able to convict him under drug trafficking, money laundering and several counts of murder. There were many that he couldn't prove but the five that he could were more than enough. John was lucky that he didn't get convicted in a state that allowed lethal injection, some of his murders made the jury physically sick and some of them were teens.

Sam checked his watch one more time, the minute hand sliding past the six. He was late. Sam laughed at that, of course he would be late for his own release.

Sam perked up at the movement of the front doors, a smile crossing his face as he saw a man walk out of the doors. He had a faint limp, covered by years of physical therapy and a stubborn attitude. He had a leather coat on and a rucksack on his back, which carried all of his possessions in the world. He walked up to the driver's side, making a motion for Sam to get out of the seat. Sam opened the door and climbed out, hugging the man the instant he could.

"Geez Samantha. You miss me or something?" Dean pulled out his brother's grip, moving into the drivers seat himself.

Sam just moved to the passenger's side, his mood lightening instantly. Dean ran his right hand over the car's interior, pure love shinning out of him. "Hey Baby, did you miss me?"

Sam looked at his brother, a snarky smile on his face, "You two want a room?"

Dean started the engine, shooting a glance over his shoulder before pulling away from the doors, "Shut up Bitch."

Sam turned to the road, trying to make his voice sound far less happy than it was, "Jerk."

As they headed down the road, Jethro Tull blasting from the speakers Sam knew that this was what he was suppose to be doing.

Sam had taken Dean's case the instant that his brother told him that he was going to turn their father in. Sam was sitting in the hospital beside Dean's bed, his brother just waking moments before from his coma. Dean had suffered massive internal bleeding from the beating that he had taken; the doctors saying that he was lucky had even made it to the hospital. The CAT scans showed no damage to his brain something that Dean should have been thanking his lucky stars for. He had seven broken ribs, his wrist shattered and knee fractured. His liver was bruised and a few of his alveoli had ruptured causing his lung capacity to decrease. The doctors had to drain his chest cavity to bring the pressure down, pumping plasma into his system to bring his blood pressure up. Dean had lost a fourth of his blood, and all of that had been sitting in his chest, putting pressure on all of internal organs. Ten minutes more and Dean would have been dead.

Sam looked over to his brother, unable to help the smile that broadened on his face. Dean's knee never healed fully, giving him a bit of a limp whenever he over used it. His left hand was completely numb now; the bones that had shattered destroyed the nerves that ran through them. Dean said that it would come in handy but it had taken him a long time to get use to using the hand again. Once he was released from the hospital he went straight to the police station, turning himself and their father in. Dean was able to reduce his sentence to five year without bail, $50,000 after that sentence had been served. Sam had been able to raise the money on his own, taking the odd jobs that no one wanted to do, even hunting on his own just to stay fresh. He never took another court case, he couldn't find it in himself to stand before another judge.

"What are you smiling about?" Dean glanced at Sam before turning back to the road.

"Nothing. Just glad that this is finally over."

"Well now it's just you, me, a couple of monsters and the open road Sammy."

"It's Sam." Sam shot Dean a look of utter un-amusement; something that Dean would get use to in the years to come.

"Whatever Sammy."

A/N 2: That's all Folks! If you have any questions, message me. So I can't remember what I was going to say yesterday so it wasn't that important...

Have a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!