AN: Ok, here's the last chapter, I hope I did it justice. Enjoy! Oh wait!!! Uh... possible hanky alert!?!
The flight home felt longer than it actually was, but none of the Musketeers really minded; they had their little brother back, and for the most part he was in one piece. Not wanting to risk his health any further, they immediately rushed him home and into bed not listening to his whines about taking up Dean's room. The Colonel understood completely and felt the distinct need to see his daughter and make certain that she too was alright considering everything that had been happening.

Sam had slept fitfully on the plane, not that anyone could blame him, and had fought only a few minutes to stay awake once home. Although he didn't see them, he knew that his brothers were waiting for him to sleep so they could take their positions close by. As soon as they heard Sam's breathing deepen, they all made sure that they were close, making certain that at least one of them were at his side at all times.

The next morning dawned quietly and as the Musketeers started to worry about their youngest not waking per his normal time, a knock at the door brought them all around to remember that there were other matters that still needed attention. Sighing, Stephen opened the door and stood there in shock for a moment before looking back at Dean.

Dean wasn't sure what to think about their visitors, but decided that having them stand at doorway wasn't going to help anyone. Motioning for them to go to the kitchen, he waited a moment before he checked to see that Sammy was still sleeping. Satisfied, he joined the others and waited.

Jim knew that he wasn't really welcome, and he couldn't blame them at all. After all the failures that he himself was responsible for, he too was feeling pretty disgusted with himself. Looking at Bobby he knew he wasn't going to get any sympathy, but was hoping that maybe the other hunter would be able to help him get the conversation going. When the room remained silent, he knew that he would have to get to the point quickly. However, before he managed to form the words, Caleb spoke up.

"How's he doing?" Caleb asked, grunting a little as the pain in his chest still erupted when he talked. He was glad that John hadn't used a bigger gun on him otherwise he wouldn't have made it.

"Sleeping at the moment, they finally got the infection that was running through him under control, now it's just a matter of time for him to build his strength up again." Taylor said, not wanting Dean to get stressed out over how to answer the people who had continually made their little brother worse.

Nodding, Caleb understood, it was going to take him awhile to get back to where he was too and he hadn't been through the same things Sam had. "Look, you have every right to stay pissed. In fact, I encourage it; it'll continue to remind us what jackasses we were. We just wanted to make sure that he was getting better."

"Better than what?" came a sleepy voice from the doorway. Sam had heard the voices and knew they had company, but didn't realize who until he had walked in. Now he wondered who they were talking about and why.

Feeling as if they had gotten caught with their hands in the cookie jar, the hunters looked at each other before looking at Sam. "Sam, I'm glad to see you're up and around." Jim said, genuinely relieved.

Reaching into the fridge for a small carton of milk the guys bought especially for him, Sam smiled and turned around. "Yeah, I can imagine." Looking at his brothers he saw their concern and his smile widened before asking, "Do I have new medicine I can take, or do I need to go see Celia today?"

Stephen rushed out of the room and came back with a small sack. Seeing his brothers' smirks he looked at each and simply stated, "Hey, I was away for too long, she insisted on seeing me. No offense kid, but…"

Holding up his hand Sam twisted his face, "Ugh, Stephen, please… too much info! I'm just glad she thought about giving them to you."

At first everyone stood there in silence, and then understood that he was teasing and they started laughing. It was nice to see their little brother in a good mood, which brought a whole other question to mind.

"Jim, I'm not mad at you, but too be honest, I really don't want to see you right now." Sam said quietly while pulling his medicines together. "I mean really, you're just a reminder of the way things were, and I'll never forget it as it is, but I'm really going to try to move on from it."

The Musketeers watched and listened, knowing that something had changed and they were about to get a little glimpse of it. Looking at each other then back at Sam they waited, but was surprised when he looked back at them and asked something that they hadn't expected.

"Can someone drop me off at the Colonel's; I'd really like to see Jenna."

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Colonel Erickson could still be a formidable person when the need arose, however when his little girl is crying her eyes out he can't help but feel helpless at what to do. He knew that it had to do with Sam, however he had no idea what would account for the nonstop waterworks that had occurred after he returned home and let her know that he was back home with his brothers and was on the road to recovery. Sometimes he really wished Jillian was still with him so he could have help figuring his little girl out.

Having already called the school to let them know what had happened and that neither one would be there until ready, Terrance was certain that the day would be a nice quiet one; for a little while at least. However, when the doorbell rang while they ate a late breakfast out on the patio, he wasn't really surprised until he saw who was standing at his door.

"Sam!" he said, happy to see the boy on his feet, even if he was surrounded protectively by his watchdogs.

"Hello, sir. I was wondering if Jenna was home, and if so… do you think she'd want to see me?"

Laughing, Terrance pulled the boy inside and shoved him towards the patio door before turning towards the other men walking in the room. "So, should I ask what this is about?" he asked, wondering about the puzzled looks on their faces.

"Honestly sir, we have no idea. He asked to be dropped off here because he wanted to see Jenna, didn't tell us anything else." Dean said quietly, hoping that whatever his brother had planned wasn't going to wear him out too much.

They all watched as Sam walked to the patio door and paused before walking outside to Jenna.

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He knew this was a stupid idea, and he had no idea why he thought he could pull it off, he was actually shocked that the Colonel hadn't thrown him out just for suggesting he could talk to Jenna. Making his way across the foyer and living room was hard, but standing there in the doorway and actually seeing her was the worst thing for him at the moment. When she looked up and saw him, he wasn't certain about what he wanted to say anymore, everything had flown out of his head as if it had never been there in the first place.

"Hey." He whispered, not sure exactly he would do if she started yelling at him.

Jenna looked at her Sam and saw someone that she had missed for so long, the person that she had known was there all along. She watched as he stood there almost frightened to say something, and wasn't that the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard of; him scared of her. Then he spoke, it was only one word, but she heard so much more.

"Hey back." She whispered, hoping that maybe she knew what was coming, but worried that it was just another schoolgirl wish about to be broken.

Sam knew they were being watched, but at this point he welcomed it; if he messed this up he wasn't sure what he would do. "Uh, think we could talk a walk or something?"

Jenna smiled and nodded. She was still in her pajamas, and hadn't even brushed her hair yet, but there was no way she was going to say no to the one person that she'd been worried about all week.

They walked down the steps to the beach quietly, both lost in their own thoughts, each listening to the gulls as they flew past. They made it to the water's edge before Sam broke the silence.

"Jenna, there are things that happen to people no matter how hard they try to stop them, dark things that can screw them up inside so bad that they never think they'll be able to see the light of day again. I never want you to be touched by that darkness and I swear to you that I will make sure you never have to as long as I'm around. I've seen what happens when a person gives in to the darkness and I've seen what happens when a person finds their light and grabs hold. You are my light Jenna, and I walked away because I thought I'd take it away from you. I don't know what's going to happen, or how long I have left, or even if I've completely screwed whatever we had up, but I wanted you to know that I'm here and I'm not giving up. There's too much to live for, and you're part of that for me." He stopped talking, certain that either he made a complete fool out of himself or that she would have a restraining order put on him by the end of the day; what was he thinking? How could he ever think that…

Not knowing what to say, Jenna wrapped herself around Sam and buried her head in his chest, not wanting to say or do anything to ruin this moment. She felt him hesitantly kiss the top of her head before he wrapped his arms around her and she smiled knowing that this was her Sam and he was definitely worth the wait.

Sam felt Jenna's arms around him and he was certain he was imagining it. When he kissed the top of her head and noticed she didn't pull away, he wrapped his arms around her and looked out at the ocean. He felt like he had been on a very long trip, on a very long road, but now with the help of his brothers, Jenna, and the friends he was starting to make, he finally felt like he had made it home.

As the Colonel and the Musketeers stood on the patio and watched quietly as the two interacted on the beach, they all thought the same thing; 'Damn, I'm good!'


AN: I hope you liked it... and yes, there will be a sequel but I don't know what it will be called. Hope to see you then!