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Chapter Eleven

Molly fell to the floor almost gracefully, her blood still mixing into that of her victims.

Tony smirked as the girl's fallen hand before it was swallowed by the everlasting eternity.

"Is it over?" He asked, Sam nodded, having seen such a thing happen to often. What concerned him now was that Dean had so far made no move to blast his way out, as he usually would.

Sam gently pulled his brother to his feet as Tony kicked the door out; it had suddenly lost all the reinforcement it once had.

Apparently eternal youth was not the only gift Molly was granted by whatever evil son of a bitch that had led her to this path.

"Fuck!" Tony's voice startled them as they set eyes on the mutilated remains of a friend.

Sam wanted to gag; the man had probably bled out, a painful death. A lonely death, a death that may have meant nothing. Dean's weight shifted from Sam as he swore gently, shuffling over to the body.

"There's nothing we can do." Sam whispered, hating the helplessness.

"Call the cops." Tony said. Dean nodded in agreement apparently unwilling to leave the bodies of men who had died in a place that could, at any moment have been his.

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They threw open the doors and sunlight spilled through the dusty air. Sam watched as Dean went ahead of them, eager to be free.

"I think," Tony muttered to Sam. "We should call an ambulance too." He motioned to Dean, who was swaying a few feet away, the numerous wounds he had pouring blood to the ground.

Sam nodded as Tony pulled out a mobile.

"Why didn't you call for help?" Sam asked, curiously.

"Went psycho, they line was all fuzzy and stuff, kept hearing her voice, over and over again, 'Liars die', kinda freaky." He said. "Watch your brother."

"Thanks."

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Dean could hear them, somewhere behind him.

Voices, barely making it to his ears, not forming words at all. The world was tipping casually from one side to the other, back and forth.

Then he felt it, his eyes rolling back into his head, body falling limp against strong arms. Even though the world went black, oddly enough sound come back to him.

Sirens squealing in the distance, a gentle voice talking to him.

"It's ok Dean, just hang on, they're almost here."

Then that too became a dream.

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Sam held Dean until they took him, then he answered the police's questions. He could tell the truth this time.

It really was Molly, and he could let them wonder as to how she was so young.

He hitched a ride to the hospital, and he sat there now, Dean's unconscious hand in his. Finally, they were together and finally everything felt ok.

Dean was going to be fine; Sam was going to make sure he was more careful next time he chose a hunt.

For once life was good.

A girl committed suicide, ten men died, the Impala was still sitting abandoned, Dean was unconscious in a hospital, and they still hadn't found their dad.

But they were alive.

And today, that was enough.

THE END

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