This is it, folks! The very last chapter of my Supernatural story. I hope that you all enjoyed it, and I think that I will probably write a few more, if I get the inspiration. Thank you for all of your more than kind reviews, please keep them coming for this chapter. Much love. – Heather XOXO

Disclaimer: I, quite unfortunately, do not own Supernatural. Be pretty cool if I did though, eh?

Epilogue:

Dean kept a firm hand on his brother's shoulder as he lead Sam out of the front doors of the Roseau County Hospital and to the impala. Dean's grip was tight, and Sam's shoulder was frail even through his t-shirt and jacket.

"Jesus Sam, we need to fatten you up a little, don't we?" Dean grinned his trademark grin and ruffled Sam's shaggy brown hair, hair that had seemed to have grown an inch since Dean had seen it last.

Sam shook his head and raised his hand to feel the bandage on his other arm. "I just need a good meal. I was stuck in a hospital for four days forced to eat prepackaged freeze-dried artificial roast beef and forced to drink hospital tap water. So don't you blame me for being skinny just because I didn't feel like subjecting my digestive system to that crap." Sam's arm was throbbing and he was really in need of some variation of pain killer. Both of those factors were contributing to his pained snarky remarks.

Dean knew better than to be offended by his little brother's sudden jerkiness. Sam had a tendency to bitch like nobody's business when he didn't have his daily fill of plain black coffee.

"So are we gonna leave now?" Sam asked, still rubbing the sore spot on his arm.

"Yeah. Stop touching your arm." Dean swatted Sam's hand away. "You're going to irritate it." He reached the impala before Sam and opened the door for his brother.

Sam looked at his brother through his hair and smiled as much of a smile as he could manage. " Thank you nurse Dean."

"Yeah well. I just feel kinda bad." Dean crawled into the drivers seat and gunned the engine.

Sam had an expression on his face remniscent of a confused puppy. "What? What do you have to feel bad about?"

"Its complicated Sammy."

"Its Sam! Try me." Sam looked intently at his older brother.

Dean absently tapped the steering wheel to a nonexistent beat. "Its just… You got stabbed, Sammy."

Sam nodded, he seemed to have given up on pounding his preferred name into Dean's head for now. "Yeah, believe me, I am very well aware that I got stabbed." He rubbed his aching shoulder andchucked nervously, unsure of how to act when Dean was the one instigating the chick flick moment.

"It should have been me." Dean's voice was laced with regret.

"Dean, if we started to play the 'it should've been me' game for everything, we could be here all night." Sam told him.

"Seriously though." Dean continued. "I should have protected you."

"You did the best you could! Don't beat yourself up about it. Melanie was quick. You couldn't have stopped her any better than I could've."

"But I still should have." Dean looked down, almost as though he was ashamed. "I remember when you were born, and Mom…" Dean faltered momentarily, his eyes shining with emotion. "Mom told me to make sure that I always always protected you, no matter what. And I… I failed."

Sam was at a loss for words. He had never ever seen Dean like this, all emotional and, dare he say it, chick- flicky. "You didn't fail, Dean. Why would you even think that? You have protected me ever since… Ever since forever! Without you I would have died before I reached age ten! I would've died when we were up against Melanie and the Heart Snatcher if it wasn't for you!"

Dean smiled. "Yeah, I did save your pathetic ass again, didn't I?"

"Yeah. You did Dean."

Dean ducked his head quickly, but not before Sam saw the hint of crimson blush that was creeping across his cheeks. Dean quickly regained himself and focused on the road again. "Don't be expecting anymore chick flick moments though. That was a one time thing."

Sam smirked. Save for a momentary lapse of girlyness, Dean was still himself. More than that, Dean was his protector, his saviour,and he always would be.

Dean put a Def Leppard cassette into the tape player and blasted the stereo up full blast, drowning out anything exept for the ringing guitar solos and haunting riffs of the mullet rockmusic. The two brothers rolled past the sign that read, "Welcome to Roseau" and kept going, leaving all bad memories in the dust and bringing all of the good memories on the open road with them.

Fin.

Well, I really took my sweet time finishing this story didn't I? No, I'm just kidding. I decided to write out all of my review shout outs in honor of this being the last chapter, so here goes:

Windyfontaine: I did have a great day, thank you very much! Glad you enjoyed it.

Phoebe: I love your name! Is it your birth name or a screen name? Either way, it is pretty rad.

M.Kena: I'm so happy that you loved it. I really liked your review, and I tried to send it to you, although I'm not positive if it worked.

Ghostwriter: Yeah, last chapter. I'm sorry. Catch you on the flip side as well.

Mystery: Glad to know you're looking forward to my epilogue.

supercellchaser: I'm actually thinking about a sequel, but I'm not totally sure yet. Maybe if some more people wanted me to do one...

Nimue 26: REJOICE! I'm glad that someone can feel my homework pain.

ChaiGrl: You think that my writing is fantasic? Wow. Blushes furiously

ws: I appreciate your comment. It was something that I guess I didn't realize I was doing, and I tried to not do it. So thanks.

Anyone I forgot: I apologize profusely. You can write me another review if I forgot you and cyber yell at me.

So, I am thinking about a sequel, so if anyone else wants me to do one, review me with your opinion. Thanks, luv ya'll.