A/N: I know you're gonna hate me for this, but it turns out ok..

To Be Continued...

"There's also something else I need to tell you."

"That doesn't sound good..."

"What is it son?"

"I'm..." I laugh. How am I going to say this?...

"I'm..."

"Dead."

"What do you mean dead, your laying right there!"

"This isn't funny Sammy."

"It's not meant to be dad... I really am dead. All this.." I wave my hands around. "Isn't real. Yes, your on the way to the hospital, but I, umm died on the way."

"Sammy... If and I stress IF you are dead, then how are you here? "

"Psychic boy wonder, remember? But seriously, I'm here for a reason. When we were in the Impala, I had some time to think."

"About?"

"Us."

Dean looks around.

"What about us?"

"Thank you."

"For...?"

"Everything."

"No Sam, don't start that 'I'm gonna die, so lets say all our goodbyes' crap!"

"Dean, one I'm already dead. And two this isn't goodbye. Now listen, I wanted to tell you thanks, for taking care of me. Looking out for me, keeping me out of trouble..." I think for a second. "Keeping me out of enough trouble." I smile. "Even though I may not say it, I appreciate it."

"Dad?"

"Yeah..."

"I'm sorry about the way thing are between us. I don't hate you dad. I may not like most of the things you do, but I think now I may understand them."

"It's okay Sammy. I'm sorry too, about college, about having to raise you boys like this. About putting the hunt first. I just wanted us to be a family."

"We know dad, we know." Dean turns over and looks at me. That when I see his eyes are glossy. "So, now what?" He asks, even though he knows the answer.

"Now I go.." We're no longer in a hospital room, we're in the middle of nowhere standing on some road. Dad and Dean look around a little surprised. I look at them.

"So, I'll see you around..." then I turn around and start walking down the road...

One Month Later...

John is at the hospital desk signing some papers. Dean is right next to him. They both walk out the hospital and out to John's truck that Bobby fixed and towed in front the hospital. They get in and John starts the truck. Dean is looking out the window. John looks over to Dean.

"It's not your fault son. There was nothing you could have done."

Dean doesn't say anything. he just continued looking out the window. They drive about 3 hours before they stop at a motel. Dad, checks them in. Dad's on the computer, possibly looking for the next gig. Dean's laying on his back on the bed. His eyes are closed, but it's obvious he's awake. "So, where are we going next?" Both dad and Dean look up toward the chair next to the T.V. I get up and turn around. They look like they just seen a ghost, no pun intended. Dean is the first to say anything.

"Sammy? How...what?

"Nice to see you to, Dean."

"Sam, I thought you were dead."

"I am. But an hour after I left, I thought it might not be such a good idea to leave you two by yourself for long" Dean and dad both laugh.

"Yeah, right."

"So," I say again. "Where are we going?"

Dad walks over to the laptop.

"Ft. Myers, Florida."

Fin.

I know people are gonna hate me for this but it's what happens when I write my self in a corner.