"I'm done with you, I have a chance now Richard. I'm stopping construction today on the stables. I'm letting the staff go with severance and locking the place down. Richard you needed to pay for what you did but here you are still alive."

Dick was livid, "You useless, ungrateful shit. I bought you and gave you culture, money…everything! I married you trusting you with my assets and you're going to spend them on some idiot that only wants to use you?"

"Shut up Richard."

"Has he seen your body Henry…the scars? It's enough to make someone puke; I'm the only one that can stand it. You're marked by me, only for me Henry I did it to keep you…I own you and I always will."

The head kept talking until Henry screamed and covered his ears; he ran from the room and came back a short while later with a roll of duct tape. Dick Romans eyes opened wide, "Henry put that down!"

The young man pulled a length out and started walking toward him, "I won't have a life as long as you're here Richard…Dean won't have a life as long as you're alive."

Dick Roman was desperate now and willing to say anything, "Please Henry put the tape down, I love you."

Henry wrapped the tape tightly around the mouth and picked the head up, walking as if in a trance he brought Dick to the collections room filled with rare objects collected by the leviathan since he took over Richard Roman.

There was a large leather chair in the center where he could sit and take it all in. Henry put the head on the chair facing all the marvelous things.

He kissed Dicks forehead, "I want you to know that there was a part of me that truly loved you and I know its sick but I admit it. Those feelings are a guilt I'll carry for the rest of my life."

Dick frantically tried to talk but all he made were guttural sounds, Henry stroked his hair gently, "I'm not going to help you, I won't kill you but I know someone that will…someone that needs closure darling."

Henry walked out and shut the heavy steel door, punched in the code and locked Dick Roman away until Dean Winchester could arrive.

…..

Sam, Dean and Castiel were packed and ready to go, they didn't have much with them. Mostly John's things right down to the blood stained jacket Rick had given Dean years before when their lives changed forever.

They stood in the hall arranging everything thing when Henry Romans lawyer found them; he rolled a huge suitcase up to Dean.

"Are you Dean Winchester?

Before Dean could answer the lawyer asked, "Do you have ID?"

Dean looked at the man and went for his gun, "Who the hell are you?"

He handed Dean a card, "I am the representative for Henry Roman."

"Who?"

"Richard Romans husband, he wanted to give you this…ID please."

Dean showed him his driver's license, "Henry was married to that bastard?" Dean was flabbergasted; he would have never guessed they were married from the way Henry was treated.

"Yes it's true," he handed Dean a card with numbers written on it, "Don't lose this."

Dean watched the man leave and then opened the suitcase, it was packed with stacks and stacks of hundreds, Sam dropped to his knees touching the money, "Dean, look at it all!"

Dean knew it was enough for them to start over and not ever have to work the streets again. It gave them the chance to go back to hunting, do what they did best and grab some happiness in the process.

There was a note inside as well.

"Sam, Dean and Castiel,

I know this won't erase the years of pain you all endured but I hope it gives you a fresh start. I've left instructions for the three of you to be allowed inside my house, the numbers are a code to unlock the collections room in the basement.

Sitting on a chair in that room is a gift of closure so you can truly start your lives over. Tell the angel to bring his Holy Fire.

I'll be back there in a week to be sure it's done.

I'm off to find my destiny.

Sincerely,

Henry Roman

….

Henry sat there at the airport alone watching the throngs of people pouring in from various locations but he was focused on one particular gate as people came through.

Travis came out with a canvas briefcase slung across his body, he stopped to help an elderly couple when the woman dropped her bag spilling the contents all over as they frantically tried to save everything from being stepped on.

Henry's heart warmed as he watched the man scoop up the contents and put them back inside then hand the bag to the grateful couple. Henry stood up clutching the bouquet of carnations wondering if someone as masculine as Travis would be embarrassed to receive flowers in public.

Travis spotted the tall, shy man with a bouquet in a strangle hold; Henry was dressed in his version of casual, dress slacks and a simple oxford.

Travis rushed toward him and grabbed the young man lifting him off his feet not caring who was watching them. He set Henry down and grabbed the flowers pressing them to his nose, "I love carnations! You are a damn thoughtful man…how did I get so lucky?"

Henry looked down at his loafers and smiled, "I'm the lucky one."

…..

The three stood outside the mansion and noticed a lack of activity, Sam squeezed Dean and Castiels hands so tight his knuckles were white, "It's a trap Dean."

Castiel looked around and then got out of Sam's death grip on his fingers, he stepped forward and pressed his hands against the wall, "I only feel one living thing inside and there are no sigils to keep out angels or demons."

Dean pushed the door open and they stepped inside.

Castiel pulled out the blade and handed it to Dean, "You keep this."

The angel held them and the three appeared in the basement, They looked at the map and followed it to the collections room. Dean pulled out the card and punched in the code.

It popped open and they all looked at each other, Castiel went in first then the brothers. Sam drew his pistol and Dean held the blade close.

It was hard not to be amazed at the vast space filled with marvels from around the world, antiquities were displayed in lit glass cases. There were areas filled with weapons and armor, paintings, statues, jewelry, sports memorabilia and a massive grouping of magical items.

The basement was basically a museum and in the center of it all was a huge leather swivel chair. They heard a voice call, "Henry…darling you came back for me."

Dean stepped in front of the chair, he staggered backward and fell hard on the polished marble, "No!"

There was Dick Roman wild eyed and staring directly at Dean, he had worked the tape off his mouth and growled, "What's wrong Dean, you look like you've seen a ghost."

Castiel stepped between Dean and the severed head of Dick Roman, "My brother Gabriel, what did you do to him?"

Dick smirked, "Dead, you should thank me, he was useless."

He rolled his eyes to the side, "Saaammy…come on out baby tell big brother how I licked you all up."

Dean tried to catch his breath and slowly got up, "Sam what is he talking about?"

Sam yelled, "Just kill him Dean!"

"Sam what is he trying to say?"

Dick licked his lips, "Sam was delicious, I tasted everything Dean, he is just about your size already…better watch out he's going to be hung like a horse. Nice ass, good hygiene, tight little butt…"

Sam unloaded the pistol into the head then reloaded before Dick could regenerate and blasted until the back of the chair was gone.

Castiel picked up the blade and a burst of light came through from tang to tip, "Dean, finish this!"

Dick Romans head was complete again, he stared up at Dean and was about to talk but Dean pressed his boot over the mouth, he always thought if he had the chance to kill Dick he would give a speech first but now the words stuck in his throat and all that he needed was this moment.

Dean spied a baseball bat in a lit glass case, he lifted his boot off and walked over to look at it, "Wow…Babe Ruth's autograph!" He was momentarily dazzled by the signature of the sports legend. Dean looked over at a Wurlitzer jukebox in the corner and smiled, "Sam…Cas, get out."

Castiel looked at Dean as if he lost his mind, "No absolutely not, finish this Dean right now!"

"Nope, I need work out my issues with old Dick and the Sultan of Swat is going to help me." Dean wrapped his fist in his father's bloodstained coat and smashed the glass, he grabbed the bat and grinned as he took a couple practice swings.

Sam pushed Castiel toward the door, "Come on Cas, let him do this."

"Sam this is madness, revenge is petty just kill it already."

Sam looked back at his brothers gleeful face as he set the head on a pedestal, "Trust me, for anyone else this would be weird but for Dean this is the ultimate closure. Let him get his revenge then my brother can move on."

Castiel watched Dean shake the glass out of the jacket and slip it on, "Dean we will be right outside the door."

Dean gave him a thumbs up as he stood looking at the songs on the jukebox, "Oh yeah…here we go. Your fucker you're going to feel every blow."

Dean twirled the bat in the air and started dancing toward Dick Roman, "I'm going Clockwork Orange on your head bitch."

Castiel and Sam heard a loud whoop from Dean, then "Rock N Roll Part 2" by Gary Glitter blasted through the door.

…

He didn't just start swinging, Dean milked the moment sending the leviathan into fits of rage muffled by the tape. "I love this song! My dad used to crank this, Sammy and I would really get into it."

Dean bent down and grinned, "I wanna hear you scream for me nice and loud ok? Just like you made me scream over and over and…well you get the idea." He ripped the tape off and Dick growled, "You fucking whore I'll kill you."

Dean took a swing and the head bounced off the ceiling as the leviathan screamed, Dean picked it up by the hair, "Dean Winchester is in the house and he's kicking ass." Dean dropped the head, pressed his boot down and smashed in the teeth.

Dean had pulverized the head as it tried to keep up regenerating but he got tired of playing. He picked up the blade and looked at Dick Roman one last time, "Fuck that felt great! Roast in hell dickhead." Dean jammed the blade in so hard in chipped the marble; there was a burst of flames and then a pile of ashes.

….

Castiel was worried over the sudden silence, "It's quiet Sam, should we go in?"

Sam listened at the door, "No, give him a few minutes."

TBC