A/N: Oh my gosh, all of a sudden people are reviewing again!! Thanks so, SO much to HYPERLITE.HO, sal, and Celtergirl... special awards for the last two, sal for reading from the very beginning all the way through, and Celtergirl for the amazing feat of reading the entire triology!! Thank you all for your feedback, it's greatly appreciated!

And now... the chapter that you all have been waiting for!

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Both Sam and Angie remained motionless until the heat from the blast began to dissipate. Before they could get up, the second floor balcony cracked, split, and fell, becoming a slide that sent them tumbling down into a pile of debris below. Angie made the first sound, groaning as she sat up and inspected the sizable gash that had cut up her arm.

"Sam, you okay?" she coughed through the smoke.

"Yeah," he wheezed, still lying down. Angie walked over and helped him up. "Think I might've broken a rib," he said, holding his side.

"At least it's not worse," Angie reminded, looking up at the huge gap in the building where Fay had detonated the bomb. "She killed herself so she wouldn't have to face us," Angie realized. "The coward."

"She was chanting before she did it," Sam remembered. "You don't think she-"

"Sacrificed herself?" Angie finished. "Probably tried to. But it didn't accomplish anything, or we'd already be swamped with hellspawn by now."

"Good," Sam sighed, glad they hadn't been given another obstacle to get through.

People that had survived the blast began to emerge and run for exits. Most of them were Advocates, but some of them were probably prisoners, getting a chance at freedom for the first time. "How long do you think it'll take the nearest police to respond to this?" Angie asked.

"Not very," Sam said as he took out his cell phone. "I'll deal with it."

Angie looked around in amazement as Sam called the police. She couldn't believe that after all this time, the threat was over. In one quick flash, no one would ever be hurt by the Devil's Advocates again. The only thing left to do now was find her son.

"Jake?" she shouted. When there was no response, she started to search, climbing through the rubble.

Sam hung up his phone. "I'll look over here," he said, going off in another direction.

"JAKE?" Angie yelled even louder. "Please be here," she whispered desperately.

Suddenly, she heard movement. Her stomach dropped as she turned to see an arm reaching out from a cell to climb over a piece of rubble. Angie felt tears begin to form in her eyes as she saw her son stand up and run towards her.

"Mommy!" Jake said, smiling widely as he reached out his arms. Angie felt three months of stress and worry lift away as he hugged her. "I knew you'd look for me," he said.

"Of course I did, sweetie," Angie sniffled, holding him tight. "I just wish I could've found you sooner."

Dean's heart warmed as he listened to the conversation between the two voices he held the dearest. However, he knew he couldn't walk out as simply as Jake had done- Sam and Angie didn't know he was alive, so in order to not startle them, he'd have to approach delicately. Slowly he peeked out from the cell, and smiled. Her face was covered in soot, bruises, and scrapes, but it was still his Angie.

"Sam, he's here!" Angie shouted. Soon they heard the sound of feet and hands clamoring through the debris.

"Uncle Sam!" Jake said excitedly as his uncle returned to the area. He rushed up to hug him as well.

"Hey!" Sam said with a smile. "You have no idea how much we missed you, kiddo."

Angie wiped her eyes as she looked over at Sam. "It's a miracle," she whispered to him.

Sam nodded and looked back down at his nephew. "You know, Jake, you're really lucky that explosion didn't hurt you," Sam said, noticing that the boy was absent of any cuts or bruises.

"That's because we were hiding," Jake said.

"We?" Angie asked. "Who's we?" However, Jake wasn't the one to answer her.

"Hey Angie," Dean said.

Her eyes widened at the voice. She turned around, and instantly froze as she saw him. In a state of total disbelief, she could do nothing but stare.

"It's okay," Dean reassured, looking into her eyes.

"Oh my God," she finally managed to say. She turned around to make sure the other Winchesters were seeing the same thing she was. Sam bore a wide-eyed expression identical to hers, and Jake smiled as if he was trying not to shout 'Surprise!'

Angie slowly walked towards Dean, holding out a shaky hand when she got close to him. Half of her was still thinking that the events of the day had caused her to hallucinate this entire situation. But her hand felt his cheek, and fresh tears began to fall.

"Dean!" she said as they embraced. "You're really here."

"Yeah," Dean said, also starting to tear up. "On certain days I couldn't believe it either."

Angie wiped her eyes as the realization swept over her. She had given up the hope of finding her husband too soon. "I thought you were dead," she admitted. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't blame yourself," Dean reassured. "When we were in that church, they pulled me out of there the second I got knocked out. No one could've known. I'm just glad I'm seeing you again."

"Me too," Angie said, sniffling. "I love you."

"Dad, you're crying," Jake said before Dean could answer.

"That's because I love your mom," Dean explained. "You'll understand it someday."

Angie smiled and turned back to her husband. "Coming in here we say we're prepared for anything, but no one thought to bring tissues," she said, reaching up to wipe his eyes. "I really can't believe this is happening. It's the happiest day of my life."

Dean smiled. "Come here," he said, pulling her into a long-overdue kiss. "I love you. And you have no idea how much I've missed you in here. Both of us have," he said, looking over at Jake.

"I broke your promise," Angie remembered. "I said I'd take care of Jake, and I let him get kidnapped and locked in here for months."

"That's not your fault, Angie. The Advocates had friggin' Satan on their side," Dean said. "Besides, you've probably been out looking for Jake since the day he disappeared, right?"

"Yeah," Angie nodded.

"Now how many kids out there have moms with that kind of dedication?" Dean pointed out. "You hear that?" he said, looking over at Jake. "You better get your mom something nice for Mother's Day this year, none of that 'Free Hug Coupon' stuff. Got it?"

"Yeah…" Jake said. He ran back over to hug his mom again.

Dean looked over at his brother. "Hey Sammy," he said, walking towards him. "Sorry if it seemed like I was ignoring you there."

"It's okay, I get it," Sam smiled. He winced as Dean hugged him. "Easy, I got kinda beat up in that explosion."

"Oh, so you've gone soft since I left," Dean smirked.

"Ha ha," Sam said, rolling his eyes. Still, he was kind of happy to hear his brother's familiar teases again. "It's good to have you back, Dean."

"It's good to be back," Dean nodded.

"Cliché…" Angie muttered.

Dean looked back over at her. "What, we haven't seen each other in over a year and you're gonna start that up five minutes in?"

Angie shrugged. "Wouldn't be the same if I didn't, now would it?" she smiled.

Just then, the familiar wail of police sirens sounded as they approached the building.

"What do we tell them?" Sam asked.

Dean shrugged. "Honestly, I just wanna be outside."

Sam looked over at Angie. "Does it really matter?" she said. "Whatever we tell them, they're gonna think of us as heroes. Just leave out the supernatural stuff." Everyone, including Jake, looked at her, their eyes showing disbelief in that possibility. "Well, we'll figure it out," she reassured. "C'mon."

A/N: Yeah, I could end it here... almost. There's still a few loose ends to tie up. Two chapters remain!