AN: Okay, so here's the last chapter of this story! It's really short but I wanted to include Bobby's last memory into it because I think that that is really important. Thanks to everyone who has followed along, reviewed, favorite, and followed! I appreciate the support!

EARLIER IN BOBBY'S HEAD

Bobby walks around a corner, dressed in his usual clothes. A pair of DVD's are tossed onto a coffee table; One is 'Chuck Norris American Hero Collection' and the other is 'The Delta Force'.

"I'm just saying…look, you can't really compare," Sam says from where he's sitting on the couch. Dean is sitting next to him.

"I don't even know you right now. There's not even a contest," Dean says, waving his hand at the DVD's and furrowing his eyebrows at his brother.

"It depends on the criteria," Sam points out shrugging one shoulder.

"Survival is the only criteria, all right?" Dean replies, getting up and grabbing one of the DVD's. He continues, pointing at Sam with the DVD as Gracilynn enters the room. "And when the crap hits the fan, it's not about who has skill. It's about who's the bigger badass. Gracie, please tell your uncle that Chuck Norris could kick Jet Li's ass."

"Uncle Sam has a point. I mean Jet Li has skill. And the guys' been training in Martial Art his whole life. I think he'd have 'survival' ingrained in him," Gracilynn says, taking a seat next to her uncle. Sam smirks and raises his eyebrows at his brother pointing a hand at Gracilynn.

"See? At least she got her brain from me," Sam says. Dean scowls at both of them before turning to look at Bobby.

"Bobby, will you please tell Sam and Gracilynn that Chuck Norris could kick Jet Li's ass?"

Bobby looks around the room, then, turns and heads into the kitchen. Dean walks over to the couch and sits down on the other side of Gracilynn.

"You grab me a beer while you're in there?" Dean calls out to Bobby.

PRESENTLY IN BOBBY'S HEAD

Bobby walks through the house, looking around to see what memory this is. Dean's voice sounds from the other room and Bobby realizes this is the memory from earlier.

"You microbrewing in there, or what? Come on – we got a lot of Chuck Norris to get through. Let's go."

Bobby walks into the kitchen and opens the refrigerator and pulls out two beers. He turns around to head into the living room/ library but stops when he notices the reaper that's been hunting him down standing before him.

"Nice move, waking up like that," the reaper says to Bobby, a hint of a scowl on his face.

"Motivation's a mother," Bobby grumbles.

"You know why it's dark out there, don't you?" the reaper asks. Bobby glances at the window behind the reaper and sees it's pitch black outside. The reaper continues, "This house…it's your last island, everything else melted by that bullet…gone. This is your last chance to come with me and move on. For your own good, Bobby, let go. They'll be okay without you."

"Last memory, huh?" Bobby asks, hearing the three Winchesters talking in the next room. The reaper nods his head. Bobby glances towards the other room before looking back at the reaper. "Glad I saved the best for last."

Bobby walks away and into the living room where the three Winchesters are. Sam and Gracilynn are sitting on the couch and Dean has just grabbed the remote. Dean walks over to the couch and sits down next to Gracilynn. Sam is eating popcorn and Gracilynn is eating nachos with cheese.

"All right, scoot, jerkface. Show your elders some respect," Dean says, aiming his comment at his brother.

"You scoot, ass-hat," Sam replies, but moves further down the couch anyways. However, he flicks a piece of popcorn at his brother for the hassle. Dean looks over at his daughter. "You too brat."

"You made me," Gracilynn says, but scoots down as well. Bobby walks in and hands the beers to Sam.

"Mm," Sam says, thanking Bobby due to a mouthful of food. Sam grabs a beer and sets it down in front of his brother. Dean grabs a plastic bag and is taking more snacks out of it.

"Did we get licorice?" Dean asks his brother and daughter. Bobby sits down in his chair and watches the memory before him.

"No, we did not get licorice. We got good snacks. Licorice is disgusting," Sam says with a mouthful of food. Gracilynn snorts, finding it ironic that her uncle, the guy who always gets on Dean's case about talking with a mouth full of food, is doing the same thing. Bobby smiles, seeing this as well.

"I'm sorry. I didn't quite understand that, uh, Mr. Peanut-Butter-and-Banana Sandwiches?" Dean says, looking over at his brother, jabbing a finger at him.

"You know what? I stand by that sandwich. Nobody likes licorice. I-it's…it's made of dirt," Sam argues, looking over at his brother and jabbing a finger at him, mirroring his brother.

"It is a classic movie food. It's right up there with popcorn," Dean argues, going back to looking through the bag.

"Popcorn? Really?" Sam asks, shaking his head. Gracilynn scrunches up her face at the idea of popcorn.

"Yes," Dean says firmly, looking pointedly at his brother.

"Popcorn's gross. And so is licorice," Gracilynn puts in, her face still scrunched up in disgust.

"You just eat your nachos," Dean says, pointing at her bag and bowl. The three Winchesters begin to fade.

"You're out of your mind," Sam says to his brother, shaking his head.

"What…it's like little chewy..." Dean argues looking over at his brother. The three Winchesters completely disappear, but Dean's voice continues to be heard, "... pieces of heaven."

"Oh, chewy pieces of heaven if you're a girl," Sam's voice counters.

"Hey! I'm on your side!" Gracilynn's voice protests.

"Well, Bobby? Stay or go…what's it gonna be?" the reaper says from the doorway to the living room, his watch open and ticking.

AN: Please, please review and let me know what you think! Again thanks for supporting! The next installment of the story will be called Us and Them so keep a look out for it!