AN: All right guys, it's the bittersweet end; the very last chapter. It's been a long road and thanks to everyone who has bared with me on this as well as everyone who's favorited, followed, and reviewed. So, without further ado, here is the last chapter!
Sam and Gracilynn swiftly run along the side of the Sucrocorp building, Gracilynn following after Sam. They reach a door and Sam quickly picks the lock, opening the door and allowing Gracilynn to slide in first. Sam slides in after her and he quietly and gently shuts the door behind him, the two of them looking around the hall, deciding which way they have to go. Sam sees a list of room numbers on a wall board and he walks over to it, looking at it. Finding the room number he's looking for he nods his head to the left and the two of them hurriedly make their way down the hall.
It doesn't take long for them to get to Room 427 and they open the door, skirting inside. Gracilynn looks around the room but sees that it's empty except for a sandwich left behind and an empty water bottle. Sam looks around and sees the same thing.
"Come on, they couldn't have moved him too far," Sam says, grabbing Gracilynn's arm and pulling her back out the door and down the hall, the two of them keeping their eyes open and checking offices they pass. As they move down the hall, Gracilynn picks up on muffled yelling and she swats at her uncle's arm, causing Sam to stop and look over at her. Gracilynn stealthily moves to the end of the hall and listens, Sam following after her and doing the same, picking up on the muffled yelling from the office kitty-corner to them. Sam looks around, and not seeing anyone, he rounds the corner and crosses the hall. He looks back at Gracilynn who nods and Sam kicks open the door, bursting into the room. Gracilynn rushes in after him and the two of them stop, seeing the only person in the room is Kevin, who is tied to a chair and gagged.
"Kevin. Hey, buddy. We got to hustle, okay?" Sam says as Gracilynn moves over to Kevin and pulls out her knife, cutting Kevin free. Kevin rubs his wrists and then pulls the tape off his mouth as Gracilynn cuts his legs free.
"Wait. We can't leave yet," he says hastily as Sam and Gracilynn turn towards the door. Sam and Gracilynn look back at him.
"Uh, yeah, we can. It's okay. We got to go," Sam says, grabbing Kevin and pulling him towards the door. Kevin pulls his arm out of Sam's grasp and stares him down.
"You don't understand. Dick's got creamer in his lab. He's gonna kill all the skinny people," Kevin says with slight panic, his voice raising and squeaking a little. Gracilynn raises an eyebrow, not sure she heard him correctly and Sam stares at Kevin blankly.
"Wait. What? Slow down," Sam says, his eyebrows furrowing, thinking he must've heard Kevin wrong.
"We have to blow up the lab, Sam. Please," Kevin says, looking from Sam and Gracilynn on the last word. Sam looks around then, not sure if they should do this. Gracilynn stares a Kevin a moment before Bobby's words come back to her. Because it's the job.
"We have to do this Uncle Sam," Gracilynn says, looking over at her uncle. Sam looks over at her and sees the determination on her face and sighs.
"Yeah, fine. Let's go," he says and the three of them exit the office and run down the hall towards the lab.
A few minutes later and the three of them slide around a corner and to the lab door. They rush inside, Sam slamming the doors open. Sam comes to a halt and Gracilynn stops beside him, Kevin hanging back just slightly. Gracilynn watches with wide eyes as the bone sticks out the side of Dick's neck and he is yelling and gurgling from the wound.
"Figured we'd have to catch you off guard," Dean says with a glare aimed at Dick, his eyes trained on him. Dick's face transforms into his Leviathan face and roars before his face turns back to normal. A grunt leaves his mouth and black goo begins to ooze out of his nose. Gracilynn's eyes widen more as she sees waves of energy begin to pulsate out from Dick's body, moving in time with a loud heartbeat that seems to be accelerating. Gracilynn feels an enormous sense of dread envelope or and before she realizes what she's doing, she runs towards her dad.
"Dad!" she shouts and Sam reaches out to try to grab her and pull her back, but Gracilynn skirts out of his reach. Gracilynn reaches the spot where Cas is standing behind Dick when the energy pulsating from Dick seems to move back into his body. Sam raises an arm up to cover is face and Kevin just as Dick explodes into black goo. Sam slowly lowers his arm and straightens up, looking around the room. All he sees is black goo splattered everywhere, but no sign of Dick, Dean, Gracilynn, or Cas.
"Sam, we should go," Kevin says with panic.
"What the hell?" Sam asks aloud as he walks a short ways throughout the room, his eyes darting everywhere.
"More chompers any second, Sam," Kevin continues with panic.
"Not to worry. I have a small army of demons outside. Cut off the head, and the body will flounder, after all. Think if you'd had just one king since before the first sunrise. You'd be in a kerfuffle, too," Crowley's sudden voice sounds from behind Sam. Sam whips around and looks at Crowley, his eyes widen in realization.
"Which is exactly what you wanted," Sam says, trying to figure out what has just happened while trying to keep his attention on the king of Hell.
"So did you. Without a master plan, the Levis are just another monster. Hard to stomp, sure but you love a challenge. You job is to keep them from organizing," Crowley counters, raising an eyebrow at Sam.
"Where's Dean and Gracilynn?" Sam asks, his face and voice hardening as he stares Crowley down.
"That bone…has a bit of a kick. God weapons often do. They should put a warning on the box," Crowley says, not quite hiding the humor in his face and voice.
"Where are they, Crowley?!" Sam shouts with a growl in his voice, the look in his eyes going cold.
"Can't help you, Sam," Crowley says before snapping his fingers and two demons appear on either side of Kevin. "Sorry, Sam. Prophet's mine."
Crowley snaps his fingers and the two demons, along with Kevin, disappear. Sam glances back at where Kevin was and sees that he is, indeed, gone. Crowley's voice turns his attention back to the demon.
"You got what you wanted…Dick's dead, saved the world. So I want one little prophet. Sorry, moose. Wish I could help. You certainly got a lot on your plate right now. It looks like you are well and truly…on your own," Crowley says with a sigh. He snaps his fingers and he disappears. Sam looks around the room, turning in a slow circle, panic and distress filling his face.
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Dean is lying on the ground in the middle of the forest.
"Wake up," Cas' deep voice sounds and Dean blinks, opening his eyes and sitting up. "Good. We need to get out of here."
"Where are we?" Dean asks Cas after standing up, his eyes looking around them.
"You don't know?" Cas asks as he furrows his eyebrows.
"Last I remember, we ganked Dick," Dean answers with raised eyebrows.
"And where would he go in death?" Cas asks Dean, his head leaning forward just slightly. Dean's eyes widen and he looks around them.
"Wait. Are you telling me…?" Dean says, his eyes darting back to Cas, hoping he's wrong.
"Every soul here is a monster," Cas says, his eyes roaming the trees surrounding them, the leaves rustling. "This is where they come to prey upon each other for all eternity."
"We're in Purgatory? How do we get out?" Dean asks, his gaze concentrated on Cas, his mind set on this mission.
"I'm afraid we're much more likely to be ripped to shreds," Cas says as he tilts his head a little to the side. Dean looks around them and a thought occurs to him, sending a wave of pure panic through him.
"Cas, where's Gracie? She was right next to you when Dick exploded. She should be here with us right?" he asks with wide eyes. Cas opens his mouth to say something but a noise behind them has Dean turning to see two large creatures with glowing red eyes watching him. Not looking away from them, "Cas, I think we better…"
Dean turns around and sees Cas has suddenly disappeared and his eyes widen more.
"Cas?" Dean looks around the woods not seeing anything but darkness and hearing only the rustling of the monsters surrounding him.
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Gracilynn lets out a groan and blinks her eyes open, squinting when the sun glares into them. She hears cars driving by from somewhere behind her and she pushes herself to a sitting position. Looking around she notices she's lying between two cars and a motel is in front of her. She wracks her brain for how she got here and she groans when her memory comes back. She had just reached Cas in order to get to her father when Dick had exploded. She blinks. No, that's not entirely true. Cas had turned to her and put a hand on her forehead before Dick had exploded and now she's here. Wherever here is. Gracilynn pushes herself to her feet and looks around her, trying to find any sort of sign that can tell her where here is.
Gracilynn doesn't see any signs nearby so she begins to walk down the sidewalk, keeping her eyes peeled. She makes her way towards the motel office, passing a black truck on her way. Opening the door, Gracilynn enters the room and heads up to the reception desk and gives the older man a smile.
"Hi, I was just wondering if you could tell me where exactly I am," Gracilynn says and the older man raises his eyebrows at her. "I got lost; I'm so bad with directions."
Gracilynn chuckles and waves her hand in the air as she rolls her eyes at herself. The man nods his head in understanding.
"You're in Jericho, California," he says and Gracilynn smiles a thanks, the name sounding familiar but she can't pinpoint why.
"Thanks," she says and turns around to head out the door, her eyes catching a stack of newspapers. Gracilynn freezes and stares at the stack, her hand shooting out and grabbing the top paper. She looks back at the older man and raises the newspaper. "How much?"
"Two dollars," the man says and Gracilynn digs into her pocket and hands the man the two dollars before hurrying out the door.
Once outside, Gracilynn begins walking down the sidewalk, her eyes fixed on the top of the newspaper. In the corner, the date reads October 30th, 2005. She is so entranced by the date that she isn't paying attention to where she's going and she runs into a man walking out of his motel room. She tries to catch her balance, the paper scattering everywhere, but lands on the ground anyways.
"Son of a bitch," Gracilynn curses as she hits the sidewalk.
"Sorry," the man says in a deep voice and Gracilynn can hear the condescending tone in his voice.
"Sorry," Gracilynn says, for running into him and cursing. She looks up and sees an outstretched hand and she takes it, the man helping her up. She looks up at him and sees him grabbing the newspaper and putting it in a pile for her. "Thanks."
The man turns around with the paper in his hands and there is a sharp intake of breath as Gracilynn gets a good look at him. The man raises an eyebrow and looks at her, his arm held out with the newspaper in his hand.
"You alright?" the man asks, watching her warily, noticing the widened eyes on Gracilynn.
"Uh…" Gracilynn begins but doesn't really know how to continue. The man waits and watches her, knowing something is going on. Gracilynn forces a swallow and finally says something. "Guess I'm lucky to run into the one and only John Winchester."
AN: I hope everyone has enjoyed this story! Please give me some feedback! The next story will be called I'm Coming Home. It won't be up for a little bit because I have some other stories I want to get knocked out on paper first. But I promise I won't make you wait too long.
