Chapter Fifteen
Meant To Be
They were staring at Mary Winchester's grave. Dean and Amy were standing side by side with Sam standing in-between them. Amy's arm was draped around the younger brother's shoulder while her eyes stared sadly at Dean.
Seventeen-year-old Dean sighed gruffly and tried to fight the tears that were forcing their way through. But Dean was too strong for that.
Sam, the young teenage boy, reached up and gripped Amy's comforting hand. Amy returned the small squeeze and sighed.
"I can't believe it's been thirteen years…" Dean mumbled.
Amy nodded. She looked at Dean sadly and bit her lower lip. She was trembling.
She had to place both hands on Sam's shoulders.
Sam, scratched his head that was matted with short brown hair, and asked Dean, "Do you miss her?"
"Of course, Sammy," Dean replied dryly.
Amy, her short brown hair blowing against the wind, took her other hand and placed it around Dean's arm.
The punk of their high school and looked down at her graceful embrace. Dean gave Amy a weak smile.
She smiled back at him in that friendly-lovingly way.
"I can't believe Dad's not here…" Sam muttered angrily.
Dean placed a hand on Sam's free shoulder. "Dad's working. He'll be back on Wednesday."
"He's never here…" Sam whispered sadly. "Everyone I care about is going to leave me."
Dean bit his lip, trying to find the right words.
Amy quickly moved her body around Sam and knelt down in front of him. She took his hands into hers and comforted, "The people you love are always with you. No matter what. Even in death. You understand, kiddo? The people we truly love…they never leave us…never…"
O.O.O.O.O.
Amy…Amy…Amy…okay…you're just unconscious…we'll get the police and ambulance here and maybe Doctor Michael can help you…you're okay…
"Dammit, Amy!" Dean screamed at her unmoving body. He had begun CPR.
His lips pressed against her cold mouth as he blew air into her.
"Dean…" Sam choked out. Tears were filling his eyes and if he tried to speak too much…he knew he would break out into a sob. "Dean…"
"It's okay Sammy…she's okay…" Dean whimpered as he blew more air into her mouth.
Her lips felt like ice.
"Dean…" Sam forced out of his mouth, "you…you heard her neck…it…you heard it snap…"
"SHUT UP SAM!" Dean growled.
His eyes were slightly red and flood with tears, but they couldn't fall from its surface.
"Please, Amy…please…" Dean begged.
Her black hoodie was somewhat wet from the floor. The sleeve was hanging off her shoulder, showing one of the straps of her tank top.
Dean, with Amy in his arms, reached up and pulled the shoulder back to where it should be.
There was a sudden evil cackle in the background.
Dean didn't turn his head, but Sam watched as the spirit of Natiskawa – now less transparent, and more of a solid-ghost phase – was laughing.
"How sad…" Natiskawa hissed. "Four minutes until midnight…I say my chant…and you shall welcome me into your realm…"
Dean continued to hold Amy in his arms.
She couldn't be dead.
His head turned and he stared at Natiskawa with an evil glare.
"You're not coming into our world…" Dean hissed. "We'll make sure of that…"
"You also said you would protect and save the damsel in distress…and now…" She was laughing more now.
Natiskawa quickly raised her tanned arm in the air and suddenly Amy's body was taken away from Dean's grasp.
He tried to reach for her. "AMY! GIVE HER BACK!" Dean shouted as he leapt for the body but caught air.
The body was thrown into the pool.
"AMY!" Sam cried out. He and Dean were now on their feet. They weren't sure of what to do: go and swim for Amy's body…or run at the dead girl…
"You really are pathetic…" Sam murmured.
"And you're about to be dead…" Natiskawa echoed. Her arm was out-stretched in front of her.
Dean and Sam watched as a small orb of black smoke began to form above her palm.
"That's what she uses to kill…" Sam warned.
"She's not killing anyone else tonight…" Dean hissed.
The black orb formed larger into the size of a softball. Quickly, Natiskawa threw the orb at the brothers. It came flying fast toward them – Dean and Sam both jumped to the side near the bleachers. Luckily, they had dodged it.
"That's the best you got, Nakasaky?" Dean mocked loudly. "Why don't u get some of that wind to help – it kicks more ass than u can, pussy."
Natiskawa glared angrily at Dean's direction. Another orb was forming in the palm of her hand.
"Die…boy…" Natiskawa snapped.
But before she had a chance to throw the black orb, it disappeared right in the middle of her hand. Natiskawa stared down at her empty hand – eyes wide and mouth opened.
"How…" Natiskawa asked herself.
Natiskawa whirled around.
Dean and Sam, back on their feet, were looking at Natiskawa. In awe, they stared at who Natiskawa was staring at…
Amy…
Was it really her? She had been thrown into the pool…but she wasn't wet.
"Amy…" Sam gasped happily.
"Amy…" Dean repeated. His heart was filling with immediate joy.
Amy, apparently dry, looked beautiful. Her skin had color once more. Her hair was gently tossed to the side. Amy's hands were in the pockets of her black hoodie.
"You're dead…" Natiskawa screamed.
"So are you…" Amy replied.
To Dean and Sam's horror…they realized Amy was indeed dead. Her voice was an echo. Her whisper was wind. They weren't looking at Amy…they were looking at her ghost…
She moved like a ghost too. She moved closer to Natiskawa, but instead of taking an actual step she was just suddenly standing in front of her.
It reminded Sam of the Woman in White, the way she moved.
Amy's head was slowly focused on Natiskawa, but then her gaze was suddenly on Sam and Dean. Neither of them saw her turn her head.
"Amy…" Sam whispered sadly.
"It's okay…" Amy's ghost whispered. "Dean…Sam…the artifact…"
The two brothers looked down at the floor where Amy's body had been earlier. Right beside the pool was the artifact – a circle of a blood stain was visible to them.
"Burn it…" Amy ordered quickly. "I'll take care of Natiskawa…"
Amy's eyes were now back on Natiskawa.
"MAGI!" Natiskawa let out a shrill scream. She was calling onto the wind.
"Sorry," Amy replied, the two ghosts seeing Natiskawa had no assistance. "My own protector is taking care of your precious Magi guardian-wind…you're mine…"
Natiskawa turned wildly around to see Sam reaching for the artifact down on the floor.
"NO!" Natiskawa screamed. She was about to wave her hand but Amy stuck her ghostly hand into the woman's back.
Natiskawa shouted in the cold pain. Amy's fingers were inside of Natiskawa's back.
One minute to midnight…
"Hurry, burn it!" Amy shouted.
Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out his silver lighter. He quickly tossed it to Sam and the younger brother caught it midair. He quickly played with the black switch and a flame arouse from the metal top.
The corner of the artifact was brought down on the tiny flame.
"NO!" the Egyptian princess screamed.
The artifact was half on fire. Dean and Sam looked to see Natiskawa's ghost having her own episode. Her arms and legs were bending in odd ways and her eyes were glowing black.
"NO!"
Her screams continued to fill the air.
Michael, who was partially out of it, held two children in his arms as he watched everything.
Dean, Sam, and everyone else in the room shielded their eyes with their arms or clothing once Natiskawa's body broke apart into bright black sparks.
Dean quickly unshielded his eyes and found Natiskawa was gone.
Amy too.
The room was silent at first. The light continued to glow from the bottoms of the pools.
"It's over…" Dean murmured. "She's gone…"
"Amy…" Sam whispered.
"We'll get her body, Sammy," Dean comforted. His hands were balled into fists at his side. Amy…Amy…I'm sorry…
But it wasn't what Sam meant.
Dean looked at his brother's tired, worn face. His eyes were wide and his lips were slowly curving into a smile.
"Amy!" Sam cried out happily.
He turned and Dean noticed a small figure coming up to the pool's surface.
Amy's wet arms reached out of the pool.
Sam and Dean were quickly at the pool's side.
"Amy…" Michael whispered to himself, watching what was taking place.
Her black hoodie was draped across her shoulder and neck. She was obviously having difficulty grabbing onto the side of the pool. Amy was coughing and breathing desperately for air. There were several sobs that came along with her wheezes.
Dean bent down and reached into the pool. His great hands reached underneath her arms and he pulled her out slowly.
Sam gently took hold of Amy's legs as her body was being pulled up.
Finally, Dean had Amy's upper body in his arms while Sam gently straightened out Amy's legs straight.
Her hair was wet and strands were stuck to her cheeks and forehead.
Sam huddled opposite Dean to Amy. He bent down, close to her face, and whispered happily, "You're alive!"
"No," Amy coughed, water still spurting from her lips. "I'm Amy."
His laugh allowed Sam's tears to slowly roll down his cheeks. Sam leaned down and joyfully kissed her forehead. He stared sadly at the wound on her forehead and touched it gently. "We'll get an ambulance ASAP."
Amy, terribly weak, nodded.
"I saw Mary…and Jess…" Amy slowly coughed out.
Dean and Sam narrowed their eyes at her.
"They held onto me…they made sure I didn't go into their plane…"
"Amy, what?" Sam asked slowly.
"I saw your mom first…she had her hand on my shoulder…and then Jessica…she was on my other side, her hand on my shoulder too…they said they were keeping me from completely dying…it wasn't my time…it w-wasn't my t-time…"
The soaked hoodie around her kept the cold water into her skin. Sam helped to quickly unzip the hoodie and Dean and he both slowly removed the black hoodie.
Sam removed her brown jacket and quickly rested it across Amy's upper torso. Her body was slightly shaking and she continued to take in deep breaths.
"I saw them…I talked with them…" Amy muttered quickly. "They said they haven't cr-crossed over yet…they have to stay to protect you…your dad too…and me now…"
"Sshhh…" Dean whispered with a smile. "Tell us later."
Amy, finally looking up at Dean, gave a small smile.
Tears were now slowly glistening Dean's cheeks. His eyes continued to fill with pools of the salty substance.
Amy, tears filling her eyes as well, reached up slowly and touched Dean's face.
"Hey…" Amy whispered.
Dean let out a breath and smiled. His tears began to flow more frequently down his face.
Dean and Sam both leaned down and hugged Amy.
Amy closed her eyes and smiled as she was embraced.
Sam, slowly pulling away, rested his hand on Amy's forehead.
"I'll be right back…I'll go check on Michael and the kids…" Sam offered. Amy simply nodded back.
It took him a minute to get up and leave Amy's gaze.
When Sam left to check Michael and the children, Amy turned her head back to look at Dean.
He kept his wet body tight in his arms. There were wet spots on his black T-shirt. Her head was cradled by his shoulder while his hand was reached around her and slowly stroking her wet hair.
"So, it's just you and me now, cowboy…" Amy whispered sorely.
Dean, wiping his moist face, smiled and replied, "Hey gorgeous…"
His hand slipped into hers. She took in his grasp and smiled. His finger was stroking the top of her hand.
"How'd you know…" Dean tried to find the words. "I mean…"
"My blood was on the artifact…" Amy explained slowly. "I-I just knew…I can't explain it…I knew that I had a connection with Natiskawa…and your mom…and Jessica…they explained so much to me…so I knew what to do…they're so proud of the two of you…"
Dean smiled and nodded. He squeezed her hand and continued to look down at her.
O.O.O.O.O.
Red and blue lights filled the sky. There were five cop cars and two ambulances. There was a white van parked in between all of them – transportation of the cancer patients.
Amy, wearing Sam's jacket, leaned against one of the ambulances. Her still-wet head rested on the emergency vehicle as she happily watched all eight children safely piled into the white van.
One of the children, a girl with short blonde hair, smiled and waved at Amy before the door closed on her.
She slowly waved back and smiled as she watched the van leave the parking lot of the natatorium.
Her eyes went across the parking lot, gazing at the second ambulance.
Michael was on a stretcher. Paramedics were tending to his legs and the flashing lights and sirens were a sign that he would be taken to the hospital immediately.
His body was put into the back of the ambulance. The doors closed and Amy couldn't see him any more.
The second emergency vehicle departed the parking lot and Amy was left to stare after the flashing lights.
Dean and Sam, leaving a conversation with a police officer, came walking over to Amy.
"You guys okay?" Amy asked.
"The other paramedics checked us. We're good. How about you? Do you need to sit and rest-" Sam started.
Giggling, Amy shook her head and said, "I'm fine."
Dean gulped and informed Amy, "Well, the police officer identified the body that Natiskawa had possessed…he's wanted in five states for multiple burglaries and two accounts of rape."
She wasn't sure how to respond. Instead, Amy just shook her head and dropped the subject.
Sam turned his head and saw the second ambulance disappear down the street.
"Is Michael on his way to the hospital?" Sam asked.
Amy nodded slowly. "I heard the paramedics say his knee was almost shattered. He'll be in the hospital for a while…" She paused for a moment. "I don't think he handled tonight well…"
"You should have seen him, Amy," Dean weakly admitted. "He umm, well, he took on the hero persona tonight…he wanted to save you as much as we did…"
She bit her lower lip and Amy sighed.
Dean and Sam looked at Amy sadly. Sam took a step forward and wrapped his arm around Amy's shoulder.
"Well, this has been a fun visit," Sam whispered before kissing Amy's head.
Amy laughed and leaned against Sam and wrapped her arm around his waist.
The three then began to walk away from the ambulance side by side. Amy, her arm still around Sam, quickly reached beside her and grabbed Dean's arm.
The trio disappeared from the flashing lights and headed to their cars.
O.O.O.O.O.
Sunday had come with no great excitement.
Amy remained in bed, gathering her strength and resting after what happened that night. Dean and Sam were eager to hear what Amy saw and learned from barely crossing over the other side. She had talked to their mother and she had talked with Jessica.
The news reported the great details of the end of the Egyptian murders. Amy, Dean, Sam, and Michael were named and labeled as heroes of the whole situation.
There was no word from Michael. Sunday evening Amy went to see him but he had requested he see no visitors.
Dean and Sam tried talking to Amy several times that day. They both knew Amy had gone through a traumatic experience.
She had been willing to die to save them all. She almost did die.
And now there were several worries about Amy: Could she handle being a psychic? And will she lose her guy because of it?
O.O.O.O.O.
Monday…
The white mini cooper and the black Impala were parked beside Northwestern University.
The morning was crisp and the sun had gone from orange to yellow now. The cool breeze flew above the students as they walked into the great building.
Sam, Amy and Dean stood in a triangle in the courtyard talking.
Students were talking amongst themselves – word had gotten out about Professor Saton's attack and Professor Cromwell's heroic actions. Everyone also learned the news of what happened two nights earlier.
Two days had brought so much. Especially to Amy. But she continued to smile and be brave and not complain about it.
Amy was now wearing the usual professor-attire. She instead wore jeans, black Stilettos, and a pink-and-white plaid sweater with a light pink tank top underneath.
Dean and Sam were in their regular clothes: Dean wore denim jeans, his biker boots, a brown T-shirt with his leather jacket; Sam wore a blue hoodie with his brown jacket atop of it along with faded jeans and brown boots.
Her hair blew against the wind and Amy took a deep breath and inhaled the cold air.
"Do you guys really have to leave?" Amy pouted. She childishly pursed her lips and gave them the puppy-dog eyes.
Sam smiled and combed his shaggy brown hair with his fingers. "We gotta get back on the road."
"More baddies to be killed," Dean smiled.
Amy nodded and stuck her hands into the back of her pockets.
"Sam, walk with me a bit?" Amy asked.
Sam turned to Dean and then back to Amy. "Sure."
Dean pointed his thumb back at the parking lot. "I'll make sure we're ready to leave."
Amy nodded and she and Sam walked the other way. Dean watched as the two left but then quickly left to go back to his car.
O.O.O.O.O.
Amy kept her arm around Sam's as the two crossed the grassy courtyard.
"I know you want to know happened…after I sort-of-died…" Amy explained.
Sam stopped shortly. He faced Amy and stuck his hands into his pockets.
"Sam, I'm sorry…" Amy began. "Your mom and Jessica…they don't know what killed them…"
He nodded his head slowly. The young man looked at his friend and asked weakly, "Why…wh-why is it that you have better contact with Jessica than me? And do they know what's happening to me…"
Amy looked at her friend sadly.
She motioned for the two of them to sit on a curb of a garden by the sidewalk. Amy and Sam sat down close together and Amy continued.
"You may not like to hear this…but Mary and Jessica told me something…they wanted me to let you guys know…that everything happens for a reason…everything is meant to be…"
"What do you mean?" Sam asked. "They were meant to die?"
"In a way," Amy replied sadly. "You see Sam…apparently…Mary and Jessica had to die…or they didn't really have to…it was their destiny…death is inevitable…I was able to come back because it's not my time yet. (I don't know when my time is.) But it's because of Mary's death that your father turned you and Dean into fighters…warriors…ghost busters…" Amy smiled. "And it was also because of your mom's death that led to the three of us being so close…so close as friends…and then Jessica died…and that led you to embrace everything you know…it's because of your father, because of Dean, and because of you that so many people are alive…"
"But Mom and Jess as a price?" Sam choked out sadly. He folded his hands into his lap.
Amy put her hand on his shoulder. "There's something else, Sam…something your mom and Jess were able to tell me…whatever it is that killed them…it's obsessed with you…"
Sam's head shot up. He looked at Amy and his eyes asked for more…
"You loved Jessica…you wanted to marry her…and this thing knew that…that's why it took her from you…and your mom…Sam, don't you remember?" Amy paused and sighed. "Your mother died in your nursery…"
"It's my fault…" Sam blurted out.
"No," Amy protested. "It's not. Mary and Jessica wanted me to remind you of that. Look…your mom and Jessica are sticking around because that thing is still out there…your mom has been looking out for your father and for the two of you…and Jessica is sticking around because she won't crossover until she knows that you're safe…and Jessica told me to tell you how much she loves you…and how much she wishes the two of you can be together…" Amy paused again. Sam was trying to be strong. "She wants you to know that she's glad you're trying to move on…and she wants you to…she wants you to fall in love again-"
"She was the only one, Amy," Sam murmured. "The only one…"
Amy gave Sam's shoulder a tight, comforting squeeze. "Listen to me kiddo…to you it seemed like I was gone for just a few minutes…but while I was…I learned a lot from your mom and Jessica…there are things they told me that I'm not going to tell you right now…once I figure stuff out for myself, I'll tell you everything that happened…but right now…sweetie, listen to me…you and Dean must know how much your mother loves you…and how proud she is of the both of you…and she wants you to be happy…and Jessica wanted me to tell two the same…you and Dean are brothers…you both need to stick together…
"They told me everything is meant to be…everything happens for a reason…there is a greater purpose out there, Sam…there is. You, Dean, and your father are going to figure out that great mystery. Soon…you'll be at peace and accept everything. That's why you need to keep fighting now. You'll figure out why all this is happening soon…"
Sam grinned slowly and leaned over and wrapped his arms around Amy. She returned the hug with a tight embrace and kissed Sam's cheek.
"And I am so proud of you too, kiddo…you're the man I'd always knew you'd be…but better…" Amy whispered.
She could feel his lower jaw turn into a smile.
When they pulled away, Sam asked, "So…you're not going to tell us what happened in the great beyond yet?"
She cocked her head and reached up to touch her friend's face. Amy replied, "When I figure everything out…everything Mary and Jessica told me…you'll be the first to know…"
O.O.O.O.O.
Dean had the back trunk opened as he threw his black duffel bag in. When he closed the metal top, his eyes found Amy slowly crossing the parking lot toward him.
"Don't tell me you killed Sammy," Dean laughed as the two came together by the car.
Amy, her hands in her back pockets, shrugged and said, "Sorry…Sam is walking around the campus a bit…giving himself a tour…"
She took a moment and stared at the car. "Which reminds me, I've yet to see this beauty."
O.O.O.O.O.
Dean sat in the driver's seat while Amy sat close beside him on the black leather cushion. Their arms touched as Dean pointed out every trinket and park of the vehicle.
"I have to hand it to you Dean, she's amazing…" Amy said, admiring the car.
He smiled at her and smoothly put his arm back on the seat – it was also at the same time draped around Amy's shoulder.
She noted his hand by her arm and Amy looked up at Dean. "Are you putting a move on me, Dean?"
"Don't flatter yourself," Dean replied, giving her that cocky grin. "I'm jus' stretchin'."
She let out a quiet laugh and her eyes went back to staring at the car.
Dean stared at her for a moment before asking, "Did you and Sam have a good talk?"
She turned to face him and said, "He'll explain it…"
He nodded his head and sighed.
Amy slowly reached her hand across Dean's lap and she took his hand into her own. He was surprised by this, but allowed his and her fingers to intertwine with one another.
"Thank you," Amy breathed slowly. She stared up at him and bit her lip. "You and Sam were my knights in shining armor."
"Well…" Dean admitted slowly. His eyes still looking down at their holding hands. "You weren't exactly the damsel in distress."
Amy sniffed a laugh and stroked her finger against the side of his hand.
Dean took a deep breath before slowly admitting, "You have no idea how scared I was…I saw you flying up to the ceiling and then you fell…I thought you were gone…"
She leaned her head back against his arm, Amy's chin resting on Dean's shoulder.
"Dean…" Amy whispered gently. Dean was finally able to look at her in the eye. "I promise you and Sam…I will never leave you…no matter what happens…"
"The ones we love never leave us…" Dean remembered. "I need to keep that in mind…"
"I'm glad you guys came to see me…" Amy added quickly. "I'm glad John came too…I'm glad you guys came back into my life…you three helped me so much with all of this…supernatural stuff…"
Dean nodded and smiled. "So…umm…how's Michael?"
Amy sighed. "He hasn't returned my phone calls…I talked with his doctor and apparently Michael is going into surgery this afternoon. I'll see him later tonight…"
"Things will work out," Dean stated.
Her eyes met his. She didn't have a look of hope or doubt.
"I'm sure Michael was okay with what happened…I'm sure he can accept all this…"
Amy gave Dean's hand a slight squeeze without realizing it. "I don't think that's an issue anymore…"
Dean didn't understand what she meant by that. By instead he felt Amy lean more into him and he dropped his arm around her shoulder. Dean held her close beside him and placed his chin on her head.
O.O.O.O.O.
Dean and Sam stood in front of the car while Amy faced them.
"So, this is bon voyage…" Amy nodded. "You both have to write, call, email, text, or send or contact me in some way every week so I know you guys are okay…"
"Will do," Sam offered. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Amy's shoulder. She hugged him back and closed her eyes. Sam quickly placed a kiss on her head since he was so much taller than her.
"Be safe, Sam," Amy warned gently. "This has been a fun visit."
The two pulled away and Sam smiled. "It was good seeing you Amy. We'll keep in touch."
Dean took a step forward and Amy came at him slowly. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders while Dean kept his large hands around her small waist. He held her tight against him and smiled.
"I'll be seeing you, Dean," Amy said sadly.
He looked down at her and said, "Stay out of trouble, Amy."
She nodded and then they pulled away.
The boys quickly gave Amy one final smile before Dean headed to the driver's side and Sam went to the passenger's.
They got into the car and slammed the door. The car's ignition was started and Amy watched with a small grin as the black Impala pulled out of the parking lot.
Her eyes stared into the car and gave Sam and Dean a small wave as the car drove into the street and their faces were out of sight.
O.O.O.O.O.
"Where to?" Dean asked, his hands gripped on the wheel.
"I dunno," Sam repeated slowly. His arm was by the window, relaxing, while his leg was propped up on the front of the car.
"Well c'mon, give me a destination," Dean snapped.
Sam chuckled and laughed, "I think someone's cranky because he didn't get as many kisses as I did."
"Well," Dean mocked back, "I think someone's jealous because…h-he can't pull off wearing a leather jacket."
His brother smiled and let out a quiet laugh. Sam stared out the window and glanced at all the passing stores and shops and people walking down the sidewalks.
"It was good seeing her again," Sam simply said.
Dean, eyes on the road, relaxed his grip around the tire and said, "Yeah, it was."
O.O.O.O.O.
Amy walked down the university halls differently now. Instead of rushing to get to class she took the time to admire the beautiful wooden floors and the trophies and honors put into cases and shelves of glass on the walls.
She didn't appear to be a teacher, due to her casual attire, but instead took on the appeal of a college student.
Her smile was small but showed so much enthusiasm about the coming day.
She found herself walking into her classroom auditorium.
Students clapped and whistled for her – referring to her heroism earlier on the weekend.
Amy could feel what they felt. Some of the students actually admired her. Some were merely sucking up.
The professor gazed into their happy faces and expressions. Her outlook and perception was so different now.
But there were three people in the back who caught her attention. Amy smiled as she stared at those standing in the very back…
Mary, Jessica, and the little girl Zoë were smiling at her.
Zoë, giving Amy a cheerful wave, her body slowly disappeared into a gray, foggy mist.
No one else in the class could see the two women who remained there.
Except for Amy.
Amy smiled at the additions to her class and then her focus went to the students.
Everything was different now. She was different. Her life would be different from here on out. And she couldn't wait to see what would happen.
Everything happens for a reason. Everything is meant to be.
Amy, folding her hands in front of her, announced to the class, "Class, it's time we all start a new chapter."
O.O.O.O.O.
A/N: Well, that was the conclusion of Meant to Be! I hope you all enjoyed it and if you could, PLEASE everyone submit a comment to me giving me your honest opinions of the final chapter and the entirety of the story. I would really like honest feedback so I know I can fix some mistakes.
Thank you all for the wonderful reviews! Please keep an eye out for my upcoming Christmas fic that will continue the Meant To Be "series" (I call it a "series" now because I think the Supernatural fics I will write from now on will follow Meant To Be). Thank you all for your comments and happy holidays!