Authors Note. Here is the conclusion Part B
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Back at the house, Missouri had just finished up checking on Dean when she looked up to see Sammy standing in his doorway.
"Sammy you shouldn't be up. Come child, sit down." She took his arm and led him to the chair beside Dean's bed.
"How's he doing?" Sam asked weakly.
"He's as he was before but that's a good sign." Missouri knew she had to reassure Sam right away on his brother's condition. Sam looked down at his brother and tears welled up in his eyes.
"He has to be okay Missouri." He quickly wiped them away as his tears fell.
"Tears are not a sign of weakness no matter what you father has told you." Missouri admonished him and took his hand. Not surprised that she read his mind he squeezed it back thanking her for her support.
"I'm gonna go downstairs and make us some dinner and don't tell me you're not hungry. I don't have to be a psychic to hear your stomach growl." She let go of his hand and stood up to leave.
"I guess I am kinda hungry. Hey where's Dad?" Sam realized his father should have been at Dean's side and wasn't.
"Your father had to make a little trip son. He should be back any minute now." Missouri told him. Sam's expression turned to anger.
"What the hell could be more important than this?" he said pointing at Dean.
"Don't you use that kind of language around me Sam Winchester." Hearing the more cursive words he kept to himself, Missouri scolded the young man. "Your father has gone to ask your mother for forgiveness."
"What? How can he ask her for forgiveness…oh." He said realizing where his father had gone. "He went to the cemetery didn't he?" Missouri nodded and Sam fell silent for a moment.
"He hasn't been back there since she died." He said remembering how his father vowed to never go back to his mother's grave.
"I know Sam." Missouri acknowledged. "Your father is in a lot of pain, you all are. You need time to heal all three of you. Your father just took a big step in healing his pain. Your big step is forgiving him as well."
"I don't know if I can Missouri."
"Yes you can and you will, and so will your brother." She crossed her arms as she looked back at him.
"Dean, how can Dean forgive him?" He asked hope in his eyes. Perhaps the psychic had pickup on something in Dean's subconscious that no one else could have. Missouri stayed quiet and looked at the two boys.
"Only stay up here for a short while. You need to come down for dinner and I won't be calling up here twice." Missouri said as she kept her thoughts to herself. Turning she left the room and headed back downstairs. Frustrated, Sam watched her leave and then turned back to his brother.
"She knows something doesn't she? You're gonna come back to us, I know it." Sam smiled looking at his brother's face.
Back downstairs Missouri busied herself cooking dinner. She set three settings at the table knowing both John and Sam would be joining her for dinner. The front door opened about a half hour later and John made his way into the kitchen. Seeing the food on the stove he headed over there and peered into the pot on the stove.
"Hands off, John Winchester." Missouri turned with a wooden spoon poised to whack his hand.
"Hey I'm not doing anything, besides it smells good." He said breaking into a smile. Missouri looked back at her friend and returned the smile.
"Sam's awake." She announced suddenly as she started to stir the pot.
"He's awake, why didn't you call me?" John's eyes flashed and he whirled around to go upstairs.
"Sam's okay, leave him be John, he's in Dean's room." She ignored the angry look he was giving her.
"He's okay?" he asked turning back around but looking up at the ceiling as if he could see into the bedroom upstairs.
"Let him have some time with his brother. He'll come down when I call him for dinner." Missouri continued fixing the rest of the meal. "That should be in about 10 minutes."
"10 minutes eh?" He asked giving in and sitting down at the table.
"15 if you don't leave me be." She said glaring at him in a friendly way. John threw up his hands conceding the battle and true to her word, 15 minutes later dinner was ready. Missouri called up to Sam from the bottom of the stairs and he quickly answered running down the staircase towards her. After giving him her disapproving look about his running down the stairs she started to laugh and pushed him towards the kitchen.
"Here I was worried you weren't feeling well." John said smiling at Sam as he sat down next to him. "Seriously, you okay?"
"I will be Dad. I still have a little bit of a headache but I'm sure Missouri has something around here for that." Sam looked over at the psychic alluding to her vast supply of potions and pills.
"Watch that I don't give you something that will turn you into a frog young man."
"You wouldn't dare?" Sam asked giving her a fake look of shock.
"How do you know I haven't already." She started to chuckle as Sam quickly put down his fork then started to laugh as well. Dinner passed for the most part pleasantly as the trio chatted about everything except the young man in the bedroom upstairs.
For the next 24 hours they took turns sitting with Dean. On the second night, when it was Missouri's turn, she noticed the two Winchester men heading outside where they sat on her porch talking. She didn't need to hear their voices to know they were making up for lost time.
"You have your first wish John, lets see if we can get your second." She said pulling from her pocket a small tattered book.
"Old friend, I'm counting on you." She said as she opened it to an earmarked page and began to recite the words inside. The book, a gift from a witch she once knew, was ancient in it's writing and Missouri feared she would not be able to read it's language correctly. As she spoke she placed her hand on Dean's forehead and felt a strange tingling sensation. Pleased with her accomplishment, she closed the book and returned it to her pocket. Now all she had to do was wait. After what seemed like hours, she looked over to see Dean starting to stir.
"That's it boy, come back to us."
Dean continued to regain consciousness and when he finally opened his eyes Missouri was standing over him with a big smile. Looking up at her he struggled to get his eyes to focus, smiling back at her as he recognized her face.
"It's good to see you too Dean." She said picking up his unspoken thoughts. "Yes you're at my house."
"How?" he said weakly unable to recall anything since the night at the warehouse. He tried to move around on the bed but she touched his arm and quieted him down.
"Dean you've been seriously hurt but I'm not going to go into that right now. You're father brought you here." She watched as his eyes flew open wide not knowing if she spoke the truth or not.
"Missouri don't lie to me. Dads dead, Sammy too. You don't have to protect me, I watched the demon killed them both back at the warehouse." He turned his head away as he relived that horrible moment.
"Oh Dean." Missouri answered sadly. She felt his pain and knew she had to do something to aleve it. Without a further word she got up from the chair and headed downstairs to John and Sam. Mistaking the look on Missouri's face John, for a moment thought, Dean had died.
"No John he's not dead," she assured them quickly seeing the instant fear on their faces. "Your son is awake." John and Sam looked at each other amazed and started for the stairs immediately.
"Wait!" Missouri called out stopping them. Not wanting to waste another moment they hesitated and waited for her to continue. "John, Dean thinks the two of you died at the warehouse. That's the last memory he has, the two of you being killed by the demon. Be gentle, he's going to be shocked and he may not believe it really is you two."
"Then I guess we're gonna have to make him believe." John gave her a big smile and the two of them bounded up the stairs to Dean's room. Stopping only for a moment in his doorway John and Sam made their way into Dean's room. At first Dean didn't notice them, so lost in his grief, but then he looked up at the familiar faces and his eyes flew open wide.
"Dad! Sammy!" he cried out weakly as they ran to the bed. John reached him first and pulled him up in a tight hug. Wincing as his shoulder got jostled he ignored the pain as Sam too wrapped his arms around him.
"Oh my god I thought she was lying Dad when she said you brought me here." Dean said, the initial shock quickly wearing off. Sam started to laugh and absently pounded on Dean's injured shoulder.
"Ouch dude, that's my bad shoulder." Dean said starting to laugh at his brother's horrified expression.
"Dean oh god I'm so sorry." Sam started to pull away not wanting to hurt Dean any further.
"Get back over here geek boy." Dean said pulling him back with his good arm. Silently Missouri came up behind them and watched the three men begin to celebrate.
Hours later, the more subdued Winchesters sat in Dean's room and talked about what had happened since the battle at the warehouse. They started at the beginning, complete with watching the Impala go off the road. Dean was appalled when he heard what happened to his beloved car.
"You love that damn car more than us don't you?" Sam teased him when he saw his brother's reaction.
"It's just a car." John said shaking his head at the two of them. Dean's gave his father an incredulous look.
"Oh, oh Dad now you've done it." Sam started to laugh and the jokes started to fly about Dean's relationship with his car and even threw in a few jabs about his choice of music. Ahhhh, it was good to laugh again.
Then there were some things they didn't want to talk about. The final battle with the demon. Meg and the things she had done to Dean. That Dean thought his father and brother were dead and vice versa. That John had been forced to shoot him to protect Sam at the motel. Those conversations were left for another time. Right now they were just happy to be alive and together again.
Dean suddenly winced as he felt a strong headache coming on. Missouri saw his grimace, and moved in to get the others out of his room. After forcing him to take some painkillers she stayed behind until he was asleep and then went to her room for some much needed rest of her own.
Sometime in the middle of the night Missouri was woken up and she sat up in her bed worried. Putting on her robe she quickly moved down the hall way to her spare room only to find it empty. Not one to panic she looked down the hall into the second bedroom and breathed a sigh of relief. Asleep and snoring in the chair next to Dean's bed sat John, and Sam was squeezed onto the bed next to his brother. She smiled at the scene in front of her, turned, and went back to bed.
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Tbc with an epilogue.