Twisted Love

Beta'd by mysterychic. Many thanks to her for beta-ing.

Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural, but I do own Johnny, Kit, their parents, Jack Foel, and Newbridge Falls.

Review Answers:

Miss Meehan – I think they've been arrested once or twice, just not ended up in a cell, but thanks anyway. Thanks, yeah, I actually didn't think about the motel room. Hmmm… I wonder what ever happened to Detective Foel. I guess we'll never know. Thanks. So, you think you know who the demon is? Well, you'll get to find out without waiting. Of course, you'll find that out before you read this. One day I'll start answering reviews with the review reply system. I'm glad you think
I'm a good original writer. Maybe it'll work it's way into my original writing outside of fanfiction. Yeah, I'm actually not sure how many of the theories are true and how many aren't. Oh well, Another thing we'll probably never know.

jka1 – Ah, good, sad. That's what I was going for. Here's the epilogue. Enjoy it if you will.

talon81 – Thanks. Yeah, poor Sam. Loses Jess, loses Johnny (well, here), and then later on he'll have to leave Sarah. Here's the end, hope you like it.

Inuyasha's Plaything – That's good, cause I love writing them. Here's the update, is it soon enough for ya?

Spuffyshipper – Everybody's feeling sorry for Sam, lol. I suppose they should, having to kill someone he was in love with.

DixieBelle51 – Yes, we've established that I'm a twisted murderer who cause Sam untold pain, lol. Actually, know, I don't think anyone's gone so far as to accuse me of being that. But that's the gist of it, hehe. Well, you understand more then me, lol.

vinsmouse – Yeah, I was having trouble doing the whole scene between them while he was dying, I'm glad it seems to have turned out okay. Yeah, I figured, he's so against chick flick moments, even brotherly instinct (if there is such a thing) can only go so far.

Rose of No Man's Land – Now there's a reaction I've been hoping for, lol. Glad you understand; I sure as hell don't, hehe. And I'm pleased to see the lyrics were well chosen. I havent' actually heard anything else by the Smiths, I just heard that song one day and I thought 'Okay, I'm gonna kill Johnny, that chapter's going to be a song-fic-thing, and this will eb the song' or something like that.
I'm glad you enjoyed that, you really think I'm good at writing them in angst? Hmmm, never really thought I was that good.
Yeah, I was surprised when I realized this was the last update I'd be making on this story. Hmmm, feeling sorry for Kit. That wasn't planned in the story. She wasn't even supposed to have such a big part in the story, it just sort of happened. But still good, it means I'm really good at writing cause all the characters are getting sympathy. Here's more. Here's the last one actually.


Epilogue

Sam was sitting on the swings rocking back and forth slowly, staring off across the ocean. Because this was his dream, and the swing-set was allowed to be anywhere in his dream, and it just happened to be placed atop a high cliff looking out over the vast ocean.

He smiled sadly when he felt strong arms encircle his chest gently, and the weight of someone leaning against his back. "I knew I'd find you here." He said. His response was the playful nibbling of his earlobe, and his smile became a little happier.

"How was the funeral?" Johnny, or Sam's dream-Johnny, asked once he was done with Sam's ear.

"Bearable." Sam said. "Barely." He heard a small chuckle. "No one else showed up, except Kit and Dean and the funeral director." Johnny's mouth had moved down to the side of Sam's neck, and the Sam was content to just let himself be played with for a while, enjoying the feel of Johnny's lips on his skin. He put his hands over Johnny's, forcing the younger man to keep holding onto him.

"You're nice and warm." Johnny said, resting his head on Sam's shoulder. "Like you were on the first night."

"And you're cold." Sam said.

"Comes from being dead." Johnny stated like it didn't mean a thing. Sam was silent, enjoying the feel of Johnny's body against his own, even if the younger man was cold as ice. "You're going to have to wake up soon." Johnny said, spoiling Sam's delusion that Johnny was really there.

"I don't want to." He stated in a small voice. "You won't be there." He leaned back against the younger man, as if looking for reassurance. After a long minute, Johnny spoke.

"I'm not here either." He whispered. Sam frowned, and suddenly Johnny was gone. Sam stood up off the swings, turning to look for where Johnny could've gone -

Only to wake up in bed in the motel room had gotten the night before. He blinked, looking around the room like he was expecting Johnny to just appear out of nowhere. He suddenly realized there were tears running down his face, and wondered if he'd started crying before or after he'd woken up. He hastily wiped his eyes, and then remembered that there was no one to hide the tears from; Dean and Kit had a room of their own (Kit had made sure Dean thought it was his idea for the two of them to get a separate room for Sam).

He looked over at the bedside table where the clock sat, and let out a groan when he discovered it was only a little past four; he had intended to sleep in.

Slowly, he got to his feet and then stumbled into the bathroom, pulling off his boxers and then turning on the shower, turning the hot water up as much as he could bear, and then climbing in. He breathed a sigh of relief as he felt the scolding water wash over his body, enjoying the feeling of light-headedness that came with the steam-clogged air after a few minutes.

He took in a deep breath, and let it out in a strangled sob and started crying all over again, like he had so often over the past couple of days. And when he was finished, he leaned back against the wall, and slid down until he was sitting on the floor, the water pouring down into his lap.

He finally managed to work up the energy to turn the shower off, and got out, shivering furiously at the sudden change in temperature as he stepped out of the shower and into the bathroom which, despite being filled with steam, was still quite cold in the early morning. But he ignored the cold wrapping a towel around his shoulders and moving back into the main room, digging some semi-clean clothes out of his backpack and pulling them on. Then he crawled back into bed, pulling the covers tight around himself and lying there with his eyes squeezed shut.

After what seemed like forever, he finally fell back into a restless sleep. And this time he didn't even have the comfort of dreaming about Johnny to keep him going. This time, there was only darkness, and a bloodied knife that kept slicing through the darkness towards him, only to vanish a second before it hit him.

"Sam!" He sat bolt upright as Dean's voice pulled him from his sleep, looking wildly around like he expected the knife to come flying at him. "Sam, you up in there? Or at least decent?" Dean called again, and Sam realized his brother was out in the hall. He sat for a minute in silence before remembering Dean was waiting for an answer.

"I'm decent." He said. "Since when have you cared?" He added, swinging his legs off the bed and getting to his feet.

"Since I know you do." Dean said, opening the door and walking in. "You look like you slept with Bloody Mary, without all the blood and stuff." He stated, taking in Sam's dishevelled appearance.

"Thanks, you're too kind." Sam said sarcastically, trying to rub the residual sleep out of his eyes. "What time is it?" He asked.

"Either half past never or eleven-fifteen." Dean said, glancing at the clock.

"Quarter past eleven!" Sam asked in shock.

"Not quite what I just said, but basically, yeah." He said. "You're just waking up, aren't you?" He asked.

Sam looked at Dean for a moment. "I thought the whole getting out of bed as you came in kind of gave that away." He said. "Why'd you let me sleep in so late?" He asked.

"Because I was busy sleeping in so late myself." Dean said, a sheepish grin on his face. Sam blinked. "Don't ask." Dean ordered.

"Don't tell." Sam responded. He looked around the room for some clothes, and then remembered his early morning shower and getting dressed, and then going back to bed fully clothed. "How much longer are we going to be here?" He asked, and the exact same time Dean said "We can stay longer if you like." Sam couldn't help but laugh. "You sure you're not the one with ESP?" He asked, a wry grin on his face. Dean responded by hitting him lightly on the back of the head. "Ow." Sam said, and this time Dean laughed. "Jerk." Sam said good-naturedly.

"Bitch." Dean responded, and they both laughed a little more. Then the moment passed and didn't seem as funny anymore, and Sam's smile slowly lost its warmth and fell back into a frown.

"I want… Let's get out of here quickly." Sam said. "I don't think I can stay here any longer." He stated. Dean nodded, and turned to leave. "Dean…" Sam started, and then hesitated. But Dean turned back around to look at him.

"Yeah?" He asked, his look thoughtful.

"Nothing." Sam said. "I'll see you in ten." He said. Again, Dean nodded, only this time he actually left without Sam stopping him.


With the decision to leave that day, Dean and Kit decided to go out and restock any supplies Sam and Dean would need in case they didn't come across any sign of civilisation for a couple of days (since they had no real idea where they were heading), leaving Sam alone at the motel to do whatever he wanted with the time he had left in Johnny's home town.

He went for a short walk, but decided it was too cold to enjoy the walk, and turned back. When he got back to the motel room, he turned on his laptop and scanned the internet for anything that seemed like their kind of job. But the world's evils seemed to have gone into hibernation in an attempt to keep his mind of Johnny, because he couldn't find a single thing that was even remotely like anything they could hunt.

So he shut down his laptop and packed it up, putting it on his bed. Then he went to his backpack and tipped it upside-down over the second bed, dumping everything onto it, and then taking a small box from the mess of clothes. He opened the box and stared intently at its contents; a single golden ring with a small diamond imbedded in the very top.

It was the ring he'd bought for Jess, just a day before Dean showed up and asked for his help. He'd been planning on giving it to her when he got back; he even planned a speech on the drive back once he'd finished reading the map for Dean.

He was probably just torturing himself by keeping it, he'd stared at it for hours on end at night after Jess's death. Eventually it seemed to start weighing down in his pocket, so he moved it to the bottom of his backpack, and that was where it had stayed until now.

He closed the box with a snap, looking away from it, his mind flooded with thoughts of both Jess and Johnny. Of their deaths. With a cry of frustration, he threw the box as hard as he could at the window, hearing the satisfying sound of the window shattering from the impact of the small box.

His whole body shook as he stared at the broken window. He let out a strangled sob and turned around, walking out of the room as if in a trance, and around to the front where the box had landed. He brushed the bits of glass off it, and took it back into his room. Then he went back out to the parking lot (thankful that Dean and Kit had taken Kit's mustang and not the Impala), and got a plastic bag from the back seat, taking it back to the room and dumping the contents onto the floor.

They were the clothes Johnny had been wearing when Sam had stabbed him. Sam took the flannel shirt from the bunch, and looked it over for any signs of blood. Amazingly, there were only a few specks along the button line. Sam recalled that Johnny had had the front of his shirt undone when he'd been stabbed; that was probably why.

He gently folded the shirt, then put the box in the centre, and then carefully placed the two items at the bottom of his backpack. Two memories of two people he'd loved. Two people whose deaths he was responsible for. He shed a few tears as he slowly packed his clothes back into the backpack, burying the box and shirt beneath it all. Then he closed the backpack, put it with his laptop, and then sat down at the table, waiting for Dean and Kit to return.


"Goodbye Newbridge Falls, until next time." Dean said as the left the town. Sam didn't say anything; as far as he was concerned, if they ever came back her, it'd be a lifetime too soon. He sighed and leaned his head back against the headrest, perfectly happy to just sleep the rest of the day away.

He'd barely closed his eyes before the sound of a text message being received on Dean's phone brought him back to a full state of consciousness.

"Mind checking that?" Dean asked, glancing over at Sam. "Hands full and all." He said, nodding to his hands on the wheel. Sam shook his head with a smile, and took out Dean's phone, glancing at the text message. His eyes went wide as saucers when he saw the message. "What?" Dean asked, noticing Sam's wide-eyed shock. "What is it?"

"It's really-" He couldn't help but laughed. "It's from Dad, it's… I do not believe this." He said.

"As much as I'm happy to hear your laughing again, would you mind shedding some light on this joke?" He asked.

"'Dean'," Sam said, reading the message out loud for his brother to hear. "'I'm sorry about the last message. I was thinking about Johnny the day I sent it and jumbled up the coordinates.'" Dean's eyes widened. "'Here are the actual coordinates.'" He looked over at his brother. "What do you have to say to that?" He asked.

Dean just smiled and shook his head, turning his attention back to the road. Sam held a smile for a while, but eventually grew tired again. "Wake me up when it's my turn to drive." He said, reaching into the glove compartment and taking out Dean's sunglasses. Dean arched an eyebrow, but Sam just smiled at him as he pulled on the shades, then leaned back against the headrest and fell into an easy sleep.


A/N: And it's over. Wow, you would not believe how hard this epilogue was to write. And now, for the part I still dread. Thanking each individual who has reviewed this story (they're ordered in the order I read them from the review list).

Thanks to Rose of No Man's Land, vinsmouse, DixieBelle51, Spuffyshipper, Inuyasha's Plaything, talon81, Miss Meehan, jka1, puplover77, Rosalene, Chase El Toliso, Thru Terry's Eyes, Tyranusfan, Kat, bououou, PhantomFable, Maygin, Scott Andrei, Nina, Anora, eddy6401, Sammy girl at heart, Fractured Dreams, JRAismine. A grand total of 24 reviewers, not counting the two flamers who will remain nameless.

Plus a big thank you to mysterychic for beta-ing this story.

I hope y'all enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Until next time, Cyas.