A/N: The journey is over, and I hoped you enjoyed the ride. Be looking for a new short story called 'Special Delivery', I will start posting in a few days. Thank you for all the support and I hope you will leave a review to let me know what you thought of the ending. Until next time…. NC

Got a fiberglass cast or two week and still can't put any weight on it. 14 staples and ten stitches that will come out then. Then on to the next step, boot and PT. So far all is good per doctor. Thanks for all the well wishes. L

Chapter 19

Dean and Sam grabbed John before he fell to the ground by the motion of being transported from Hell. They looked around trying to figure out where they were and saw they were in the abandoned building they had summoned Crowley to earlier.

"Cas, can you take us back to the motel?" Sam asked him.

"Yes, I can only take two at a time," he replied.

"Take Dad and come back for us," Dean told him.

They watched as Castiel gripped John's arm and disappeared.

"So, now that he's gone, what do we do about the angel?" Dean asked quickly.

"What do you mean?"

"Christ Sammy, he's an angel. Do we just forget they exist? Is he going to be hanging around?"

Before Sam could answer Castiel appeared in front of them. "I have delivered your father to Bobby, shall we go?"

"Yeah sure Cas," Sam nodded giving Dean a bitch face to be quiet.

"Why is it you call me this name?" he questioned Sam. "Cas."

"It's a nickname, short for Castiel. Instead of having to say your full name all the time it makes it easier."

"A nickname?" Castiel asked.

"Friends give each other nicknames," Dean offered.

"Friends? Are we friends?"

"That's still up in the air."

"Why don't we discuss this at the motel?" Sam asked. "I for one could use a cold beer."

"Now you're talking Sammy," Dean replied. "Remember, bend your kn…" he started before they disappeared and within seconds appeared in the motel room making Bobby draw down on them.

"It's us Bobby, no need for guns," Dean said quickly holding up his hands.

"Sorry boys, can't be too careful. You two okay?"

"Yeah Bobby. Where's Dad?"

"Taking a shower to clean up."

"How's he doing?"

"He's vertical at least, give him some time, I think he'll be okay."

"So, you off to Heaven to report back to whoever?" Dean asked Castiel.

"I will return and see what my next assignment will be," Castiel answered. He had been told by his superiors to watch these brothers but not let them know. Castiel was a good soldier and obeyed orders without question. He had been assigned to keep an eye on the brothers since they were born but was not given additional reasons why they were important to Heaven's plans.

"Let me get this straight, you come down here, possess a human and what stalk people?" Dean asked not caring he sounded rude.

"Dean," Sam cautioned him with a bitch face and 'might not want to irritate an angel' spoke in Dean's head.

"We watch over humans and sometimes intervene, but usually allow them to make their own choices whether they be good or bad."

"I'm ready for a beer, so later dude," Dean told Castiel as he went to the small fridge to grab a beer.

"Excuse my brother's manners Castiel," Sam said. He enunciated and used his full name this time. "Thank you for your help in saving our Dad."

"I was only following orders."

"Even so, thank you," Sam told him holding out his hand to shake.

Castiel looked at it for a moment before reaching and shaking his hand. He could feel a tingle like he was being checked out, but it was gone as quickly as he felt it.

"I will leave you now. Goodbye," he said looking at each one in the room before disappearing.

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Dean and Sam looked to the bathroom door when it opened, and their Dad stepped out in a cloud of steam. He looked better now that he had showered. John looked up and saw them standing there and it broke down his wall that held back his emotions.

"My boys," John's rough, gravelly voice whispered stepping toward them on unsteady legs.

Dean and Sam quickly moved to him when they saw him falter in his steps and let him pull them into a tight embrace as they held him up. Both could feel his body shaking and the soft sobs coming from him. Sam's eyes filled with tears that leaked out. They stood together for several minutes, none wanting to let go until finally John released them, patting their shoulders. Sam wiped his eyes and looked at Dean to see tears in his eyes too.

"Is it over?" John asked looking at his sons.

"Yes, the demons are dead and any plans they had to raise the devil have been stopped," Sam replied.

"Beer Dad?" Dean asked holding up the bottle he was sipping from.

"I really could use something a little stronger."

"I can help with that," Bobby offered. He went to his bag and dug around until he pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels, the good stuff. "Sam, wanna get four glasses? I think this calls for a toast."

"Sure," Sam nodded stepping to the counter and unwrapping four plastic glasses. He sat them on the table and watched as Bobby poured the amber liquid in each one.

They all took a glass and looked at each other, no words needed. The plastic glasses were clinked together, and the whiskey was drunk. They had taken on another monster with a plan on destroying the world and survived. No one knew what fate had in store for them, but they would meet it head on as a family that they now were, a grouchy old hunter, a father, a warrior and a psychic.

The End