AUTHOR'S NOTE: Last chapter guys! YAY!

CHAPTER 32

"It's alright", a soft voice whispered. "I won't let him hurt you." It was a voice that I'd never heard before and I couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from. "I love you, Mommy." Wait... Mommy? What the Hell?

"Open your bloody mouth, Bitch!", Crowley snarled when it appeared that I wasn't paying attention to him. He raised his free hand over his head and I closed my eyes, waiting for the inevitable slap to the face. When nothing happened, I cracked open one eye to see Crowley with his hand still raised over his head with the most perplexed look on his face. He looked down at me and tried to bring his arm down with no success. "What magic is this?! What are you doing?!"

"I... I'm not...", I stuttered before it hit me. It was him! And don't ask me how I knew that my unborn child was a boy, but I did. He was protecting me from the demon! "I'm not doing anything!", I growled with my teeth tightly clenched.

"LIAR!" Crowley's fist tightened in my hair and I could feel several strands pulling away from my scalp. "STOP IT! NOW!"

"Don't be afraid, Mommy", that soft voice whispered inside my head. "I will take care of the bad man. He won't hurt my family anymore." I could feel a warmth in my belly, way down deep inside me, like a furnace slowly heating up. "But after I'm done, I have to go away." WHAT?! WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?! I screamed inside my head for an explanation. WHY?! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO GO AWAY?! "I love you, Mommy", he said again. It finally clicked in my brain what he meant. NO! He was going to die! He was going to use all the power he possessed to kill Crowley. He was going to sacrifice himself to save us!

"N..." I tried to protest what he planned to do, but the word never made it all the way passed my lips before my whole body seized up and my back arched forward. That warmth in my gut became a boiling volcano of lava, yet I felt no pain. How was that possible? A blinding light suddenly shot from my abdomen and hit Crowley full in the face. His expression was almost comical with surprise. He screamed when his entire body burst into flames and he let go of my hair as stumbled backwards, trying to put out the flames with his hands while his skin began to melt.

"JO!", Cas bellowed from beside me and I felt his body curl over mine, trying to shield me from the inferno. I was too stunned to move or respond. I felt drained, like I had been running all day. I knew what had happened but I couldn't process what that meant. I think I was in shock. I looked up just in time to see Dean, Sam, and Bobby running toward me from the far side of the room. I could see a smoldering pile of ash on the floor and I suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe. I could feel the walls closing in on me like they did in that tiny motel bathroom when I nearly passed out.

... OK, Jo?" A concerned voice cut through the fog in my head and my head shot up in surprise.

"Huh? What?" Dean's face came into focus and I suddenly remembered where I was and what was happening.

"Are you OK?", he repeated, cupping my face in both hands. I opened my mouth to say that I was fine, but a choked sob came out instead. Dean pulled me into his arms and I just clung to him while I cried. "What is it, Jo? What's wrong?"

"The... the b-b-baby!", I stuttered, trying to catch my breath. "He... he...!"

"That was the kid?!", Dean said with what sounded like awe in his voice. "It sure does pack a punch! It's not even born yet and it's already..."

"HE'S GONE, DEAN!", I screeched cutting him off. He just looked at me in confusion for a moment before he remembered that he could talk.

"Wha... what do you mean, he's gone?"

"I MEAN HE'S DEAD!", I screamed angrily at him. But then I looked away when Dean's eyes widened in shock and I hugged myself for comfort. I couldn't bring myself to speak above a whisper after that. "He's dead."

"How could you possibly know that, Jo?", Sam said softly from behind me. He started rubbing my back, trying to calm me down.

"He t-told me so." I turned and looked at Sam and his eyes were full of concern and what looked like grief. "He said h-he would save us, but he would have to go a-away!" I couldn't stop the tears from pouring down my face and Sam pulled me onto his lap to let me come apart. And that's exactly what I did. It took me a good 10 minutes before my wails died down into wet sniffles. "He said he loved me", I croaked, staring off into space with my cheek pressed up against Sam's chest.

"I know he did, Sweetheart", Sam cooed, holding me close. "I'm so sorry." I had to swallow hard to keep from crying again.

"I... I think he knew, Sam." Sam pulled me away from his chest so he could look at my face.

"Knew what, Jo?"

"That he was putting us all in danger by... by just being." I looked at each of the faces surrounding me and they all wore matching expressions of sadness and resignation. "I think he knew that we would die to protect him. He knew he couldn't stay." It was quiet for a long time. Nobody knew what to say to that because they couldn't argue what I had just said.

"I think we should get our asses outta here before more demons or Hell hounds show up!", Bobby finally whispered, breaking the silence. I could tell he was anxious to get topside and be done with this whole mess. And honestly, so was I. But could I ever be truly done with this?

Back at Bobby's, I sat on my bed, curled up in a ball against the headboard. My mind was swirling with all the things that had happened since that night. The night that started it all. Mixed in were all the things that could have been. Giving birth to a beautiful baby boy with Sam's eyes and my blond curls. Watching him grow into a lanky teenager, maybe having Dean's playful personality and Sam's wit. Seeing him become a man and fall in love. Things that would never be. With every scene that flashed through my mind, my heart broke a little more.

A soft rap at the door jerked me out of my sullen thoughts. I didn't know how long he had been knocking, but I guessed it was a while because when I looked up, Sam's eyes were peering around the half open door. I sat up straighter and wiped away any tears that had gotten away from me.

"You OK, Jo?", Sam whispered.

"Yeah... no, not really", I admitted. "Would... would you stay with me? Just... for a little while?" I knew the longer I sat here alone, the longer it was gonna take me to get over this. I couldn't be alone. Not now.

"Sure, Jo!", Sam said, walking in and closing the door quietly behind him. "Whatever you need. I'm here." He walked over and slid onto the bed beside me with his back against the headboard. I cuddled up close and he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me against him. "You wanna talk about it?"

"I wanna forget, Sam", I croaked, clinging to his flannel shirt. "Help me forget? Please? Just for a little while?" He looked down at me and he searched my eyes for any doubt.

"Are you sure?", Sam whispered. "I don't wanna take advantage of..."

"YES, SAM! I'M SURE!", I said maybe a little too angrily. "I wanna escape this pain. Just for today." He raised his free hand and cupped my cheek as he leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. "Sam...", I whispered when he finally pulled away.

"Shhh... Jo... Let me take care of you." He ran his fingers through my hair and over my scalp. His touch felt so good that I closed my eyes and leaned my head against his huge palm. Sam latched onto my exposed neck and started kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin just under my ear. Electric fire shot from my neck straight down to my core and an excited whimper poured out of my mouth before I bit my lip to stifle it.

"Sam..."

"Hmmm?...", he hummed against my pulse point and the vibration zinged through me again and I almost forgot what I was gonna say.

"Stop... stop t-torturing me!" I heard him chuckle quietly against my flushed skin and felt his lips curl into a smile. "You're en... enjoying th-this, aren't you?"

"Mmm-hmm" His warm, wet tongue dipped into my ear and I shivered with pleasure. "Seems like I'm not the only one who's enjoying it." I had to admit, he wasn't wrong. He slid us both down until my back was flat on the mattress and he was hovering over me. "What do you want, Jo?"

"I...", I croaked breathlessly. I had to swallow hard before I could speak clearly. "I w-want you to take this off." I tugged at his shirt collar before looking up at his face again. His breathing had picked up and his pupils were blown with desire. He leaned down quickly and kissed me passionately for a moment before sitting up and pulling his flannel shirt over his head.

I stopped breathing for a moment when I saw what was hiding underneath that piece of cloth. Dean had a great body, but Sam... Sam was in a league all his own. He had the body of a Greek god. Chiseled and toned, without an ounce of fat on him. It was like the marble statue of David had come to life and was in my bed! MINE! How did I get so lucky to have the two most drop dead gorgeous men on the planet all to myself? I must have done something good in a past life, because I know it wasn't anything I had done in this one!

"Hey! Jo! You OK?!" I was pulled out of my daze and gasped for air when I realized that I was still holding my breath.

"Yeah!", I wheezed, trying to focus on Sam's face and not his smokin' hot body. I knew that if I stared at it much longer, I'd probably die from asphyxia. I reached up and started to unbutton my blouse, but for some reason I couldn't get my fingers to do what I wanted, they were shaking so badly. I finally groaned and dropped my hands to the bed in frustration.

"Do you want me to do it?", Sam whispered. This was so embarrassing! I can't even unbutton my own damn shirt!

"I'm sorry, Sam. I guess I'm a little nervous." He reached up, touched my cheek, and smiled warmly at me. It was the kind of smile that told me everything was gonna be OK.

"You don't have to be sorry, Jo. I'm nervous too."

"You are?", I asked in surprise.

"Yeah, of course! I've wanted this for a long time, but..." He grew quiet for a moment than heaved a heavy sigh before he continued. "But I was too afraid."

"Afraid of what?" What could this mountain of a man be afraid of?

"You."

"Me? Why would you be afraid of me?" He wasn't making any sense at all. What did I do to make him afraid of me?

"Not really you, I mean, what you might do if... if I tried to... to get with you. I was afraid you might run... After... after w-what I did, I..." He looked away and I could see him starting to shut down. No way was I gonna let him shut me out again! I grabbed his face in both hands and made him look at me.

"Hey! That wasn't you! Remember?", I said firmly. "I don't blame you and I'm not afraid of you! Got it?!" He just nodded his head and took a ragged breath through is nose. "Now, are you gonna undress me, or do I gotta do everything myself?" I tried to give him the most seductive smile that I could. I wasn't sure how successful it was since I didn't have a lot of experience in the art of seduction. But, it seemed to do the trick because Sam's fingers flew over my front, undoing the buttons like my shirt was on fire! And when he didn't get them undone fast enough for his liking, he gave up and wrenched my blouse open sending the last few buttons flying across the room.

"HEY!", I complained with not very much sincerity. "That was my favorite blouse, ya big ape!" That was the second ruined shirt in one day!

"So, I'll buy you a new one later!" He undid the hooks on my bra in a flurry of fingers and I had never been so happy that I had chosen to wear a bra that hooked in the front. Because I seriously didn't know whether he would have had the patience to unhook it from the back. He would probably have had to buy me a new one of those too. Sam was definitely a lot more aggressive in the bedroom than Dean, but I kinda liked it. It was a complete switch from their usual personalities. It was refreshing.

"I have a feeling you're gonna be buying me lots of clothes!", I giggled as he jerked my jeans down to my knees. His only response was a wicked smile and a wink. It didn't take him long to separate us both from the remainder of our clothes.

By the time we were both naked, the temperature in the room seemed to have risen 20 degrees! I was sweating like we'd already been going at it for an hour.

"Is it hot in here, or is it just me?", I whispered. I reached up and touched his arm and then jerked it away again. Sam was Hot! And I don't mean that kinda hot! I mean like I was standing next to a raging furnace! "What the Hell, Sam?! You're burning up!" I looked up at his face and those demonic black eyes were staring down at me. "Sam! Snap out of it!" The empty black pools receded back into his beautiful hazel eyes again. He gasped and retreated to the foot of the bed on all fours.

"Fuck! I... I'm sorry, Jo!", Sam whispered breathelssly. He looked like a frightened animal, curled up in a ball at my feet. He kept his head down and he wouldn't look at me.

"Hey", I said softly, but he flinched like I'd screamed at him. "Sam, look at me." He refused to lift his head and just crouched there, shaking. "Please?" He finally lifted his head slowly to look at me and the pain I saw in his eyes broke my heart all over again. "What did I say a minute ago?" I didn't wait for a reply before I answered my own question. "I'm not afraid of you, Sam. Whatever this is... whatever's happening to you... we'll work it out together, OK?"

"O-OK... Jo", Sam panted. He was still shaking like a leaf.

"Come here, Sam", I whispered, holding my hand out. He crawled slowly up the bed, pressed his cheek into my hand, and closed his eyes. "You don't have to be afraid of hurting me, Sam, or that I'll run away from you." He just nodded and heaved a relieved sigh before opening his eyes.

"So... you don't care that I'm... a... a monster?", he croaked, his voice thick with guilt and pain.

"You're not a monster, Sam." I stroked his cheek with my thumb and smiled at him. "You are one of the kindest, most gentle soul I have ever known! You and Dean have done so much... saved so many people... YOU are far from a monster, Sam. You're a hero!"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah", I purred at him, a wide grin spreading across my face. I was hungry for him and I wouldn't be denied another second. I grabbed the hair on the nape of his neck and started to pull in toward me.

"So, get over here and fuck my brains out... hero." And for the next few hours, that's exactly what he did. For the next few hours there was nothing but me and Sam. No demons... no angels... no lost child... no black eyes... no pain.

Only us.

THE END