Sam's eyes flew open, and he stared in shock at Roberts. Roberts slowly looked down, touching his jacket, as blood began seeping out. His eyes rolled into his head and he crashed dead to the floor. Sam struggled into a sitting position, and twisted his head. Dean was standing up, half bent at the waist, clutching his stomach.

'I got him,' he whimpered, and sagged to the ground.

'DEAN!' yelled Sam, wincing as he got to his feet. He hobbled over to his brother and felt for a pulse. He could just feel it. Deciding to end it once and for all, Sam grabbed his Dad's journal, reading out the words. He barely glanced up as some more Shifters burst into the room, and he finished the reading in triumph. It was then that he looked up. The Shapeshifters seemed to freeze in mid air, before blood began to seep from where their heart should be, and they all sank to the floor, dead. Sam sighed with relief, before moving over to Brooks again. He searched her pockets sighing with relief as he found their cell phones stashed in there. He quickly called an ambulance before returning to Dean.

'Dean…dude,' he whispered shaking his brother gently. 'Come on man, wake up.'

Dean's eyelids fluttered gently and slowly opened.

'Hey man, stick with me,' Sam said. 'An ambulance is coming, it's ok, and it's all over.'

'Good one Sammy,' Dean coughed.

'Sam, Dean, Sam!' he joked. 'Come on, I'll carry you out into the open.' He slowly lifted Dean up and slung him gently over his shoulder, walking the hallways trying to find an exit. His sharp hearing heard people yelling. He placed Dean on the ground.

'I'll be right back, I promise,' he said. Following his ears, he came across a door that was heavily bolted and locked.

'Hey is anyone in there?' he yelled.

'Yes! Help us please!' Voices cried out.

'Don't worry you'll be out in a second!' he yelled, pulling out a paper clip and working on the lock. He slid the bolt back and the door opened. Inside the small room were about 28 extremely dirty, extremely tired townsfolk.

'Thank you so much,' said a woman, stepping forward, offering her hand. 'I'm Officer Brooks.'

Sam recoiled, staring uneasily at her. He shook his head, realizing how rude he must seem. He carefully shook her hand.

'I'm Sam,' he managed to say. 'I…I'm sorry if I seem rude, but well…'

'It's ok,' she said. 'I know there was a Shifter that looked like me…She must have done terrible things.'

'Um, yeah,' Sam said. 'Do you know how to get out of here?'

'I think so,' she said. She watched all the people file out past her. Sam recognized some of the people; he had shot their double.

'I need to go get my brother,' Sam suddenly said. 'He's been shot, and he's in a bad condition.'

'Ok,' said Brooks. She went and helped him carry Dean outside.

'Fresh air!' Sam said longingly. 'It's been a while.' Now that he was outside and safe, everything hit Sam at once. All the pain came back, in his leg, on his body, and in his mind. He sat down, the world spinning, before blackness engulfed him.

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Ok...second last chapter...well, this story is well and truely wrapping up...sniff

Last chap will be up tomorrow...or my tomorrow...so make sure u get on and read it...any reviews i get for the last chap will get a reply

Thanks for reading this far, hope the ending works for you :)

Nikki