Chapter Twenty-Nine – Saving Me

The gunshot allowed enough time for everyone in the basement to scream. Things happened so quickly. Everything almost seemed blurry. This had to be a terrible nightmare. Maybe they would each wake up one by one and all of this would be over. They hadn't yet processed what had happened.

Missouri's hand flew to cover her mouth, but it didn't shield the terrifying scream. Younger Amy's mouth was still wide opened.

On the other side of the basement, John's hand was still firmly gripped on Younger Dean's shoulders.

Dean and Sam watched in horror at what had just happened.

Amy's eyes were directed to the floor. Her back was pinned to the wall – she had taken a firm step back when she realized Jezebel was going to shoot.

"TOBIAS!" Amy screamed helplessly as she dropped to her knees and knelt down beside the Tempter's body.

Tobias was clutching his bloody chest. He gasped for air and continually opened and closed his eyes.

Jezebel was on the floor as well; she had dropped the gun beside her. The Temptress was breathing deeply and her hand went to her chest as well. There was no blood on her. No wound.

It was Tobias the bullet had hit.

Amy remembered what had happened…Tobias had been on his feet when Jezebel pointed the gun at her. And Tobias suddenly dashed in front of Amy.

Her hands were shaking by her side as Amy was afraid to touch her savior.

"Oh God, Tobias…" Amy sobbed.

Dean and Sam ran toward them, completely ignoring Jezebel's slow-moving body.

Younger Dean and John paid no attention to her but checked on Younger Amy and Sammy.

Tobias' dark hair covered his forehead. Amy pushed the rogue strands away.

"Tobias…" Amy whispered sadly.

Tobias turned his head to look at her. He smiled. It was a sweet, loving smile.

"Forgive me…" he whispered weakly. "Amy…Amy…"

"Sshhh…" Amy whispered, she reached down for his cold hand. "It'll be okay…"

The Tempter slowly nodded in agreement. "If…if…if you hadn't come…I…you saved me, Amy…you saved me…"

She was choking back the sobs that wanted to erupt from her shaking lips.

Tobias gave her a hopeful smile. "You accomplished what you came here to do…saving me…"

"I'm sorry about Jezebel…" Amy whispered slowly.

He shook his head slowly. "It is her fate…I know…I know that when you depart…things will play out as they should…but…"

"You still sacrificed yourself for me…" Amy nodded slowly. "You proved to be good after all…have peace, Tobias…"

The man before her smiled one last time. He turned to Dean and whispered carefully, "Take care of her…" And his head slowly turned back to Amy. "Thank you for coming…otherwise I never would have be-been able to love…"

"Thank you for saving me…" Amy sobbed, putting her hand to her mouth.

He smiled no more. His eyes slowly closed and his head turned to where his cheek was resting against the cold floor of the basement.

Jezebel's breathing had stopped. Her eyes were wide opened – they were sad, dead eyes.

O.O.O.O.O.O.

Dean and Amy stood by the Impala parked far down the street.

The gunshots had obviously been heard and three police cars rushed to the abandoned house.

John had created the story that Tobias and Jezebel had kidnapped Sammy, and that if John contacted the police, his son would have been killed.

They watched from the car as John continued to talk to the police officers.

Mike and Kate Cromwell were at the scene. Amy watched from afar as her past-parents had Younger Amy in between them. They bid farewell to John and Younger Dean and took one last glance at Younger Sam who sat in the back of an ambulance car.

Dean removed his jacket and slowly placed it around Amy's shoulders. She turned to him and gave him a small grin.

"It's over…" she whispered gently.

He nodded slowly. "Interesting turn of things…we were the damsels in distress…you, Young Amy and Dean, and even Missouri saved the day…"

Amy shook her head slowly. "No…it was Tobias…" She stared sadly at the ground. "He saved us."

Dean bit his lip as he reached down for her hand. Their fingers entwined with another. Amy looked up and sighed happily. "So, I'm your girl, huh?"

He cocked his head to the side and winked. "'Course you are."

Their heads turned to see Sam running toward them. He was careful to run within the shadows of the trees.

"We're meeting the others back home, we better get out of here," Sam eyed the police carefully up the road.

Dean and Amy nodded and he opened the door for her to get in the car. Sam went around to the driver's side.

Dean, Amy, and Sam sat quietly in the car a moment. Their faces were gazing at John and Younger Dean who were checking on Younger Sam. The fourteen-year-old seemed fine; he was smiling and obviously glad to be out of restrains.

The three each sighed at the same time before Sam turned the car on, reversed slowly, and headed toward home.

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