Epilogue

The elevator doors closed behind Mac as he made his way to the condo. Living with the Winchester boys for the past two months had been a challenge. Before they arrived the neurosurgeon's days were spent in quiet research. Dean's improvement meant the condominium was filled with loud music, and a young man in perpetual motion without the hindrance of a cast. His son had joked that the oldest Winchester brother was the Energizer Bunny on crack. Mac understood Dean had detested the inactivity. As a youngster his teachers had wanted to label him ADHD. John Winchester had been livid, saying it was the teacher's fault for not being able to keep his son's attention.

Mac knew the boys would soon be leaving when he opened the door of his home to find the living room in chaos. Several guns were in pieces spread on a cloth covering the coffee table. Vials of holy water and other components for spells were piled nearby. Notepaper, magazine clippings and yellowed newspaper articles were scattered over the furniture. Aames walked to the couch curious to read the articles. The first one he picked up was a story of a three-headed cat seen in Poughkeepsie.

"Some of the finest articles the National Enquirer has to offer."

Mac looked up to see Dean standing by the French doors at the entrance to the balcony. The young man smiled, taking a pull from the beer bottle he was holding.

"Where's Sam and Caleb?"

"Sammy is at the library doing more research," Dean answered. He walked over to the coffee table and kneeled down next to it.

"More research?" Mac said, surprised. He ignored the small grimace of pain on Dean's face, caused by what he assumed was the uncomfortable position of his recently healed leg. Dean shifted and sat down, cross-legged.

"You know Sam," the blond smiled, picking up one of the guns. "He likes to research things to death."

"A Rakshasa is pretty nasty," Mac gave Dean an appraising look. "You sure you're up to it?"

"Hell yeah!" The younger hunter replied. "A little evil spirit cased in flesh with a fondness for human flesh is just what the doctor ordered."

Mac smiled at the boy's bravado. He watched Dean dismantle the Sig Sauer 9mm. The doctor was concerned it might be too soon for the blond to go hunting again. The young hunter was still pale with dark circles under his eyes. Caleb warned his father about voicing his concerns. Dean needed the hunt. Mac's fears were slightly allayed when Caleb announced he was joining them.

He couldn't help worrying about the Winchester brothers. John loved his sons, but he was so determined to catch the demon he was becoming reclusive. Mac talked with John a few times. The oldest Winchester was trying to protect his sons. John knew it was hurting his family, but he'd rather have the boys mad at him than dead. Mac was angry Dean went to get Sam from college to help find their father. Sam wanted more from life than being a hunter. College was a way for the youngest Winchester to achieve that goal, but the death of his girlfriend caused him to become more like his father. Determined to find the demon at all costs. Dean remained as the one to worry and watch over them both. A role Mac knew the young hunter took very seriously.

"Hey, Mac," Dean pulled the doctor from his thoughts. "Just wanted to say thanks."

"For what?"

"Well, for one, feeding Sam," the blond laughed. "Never realized how much he could eat. I've had to hustle pool more just to keep him fed."

"Dean Winchester how many times…"

"Yeah, yeah," the eldest Winchester brother waved his hand in dismissal. "I shouldn't hustle. Hate to tell ya Doc, my day job doesn't pay all that much. But, that wasn't what I was thanking you for."

"Then what?

"For the will," the blond answered, furiously cleaning the gun and avoiding Mac's gaze.

"My pleasure," Aames smiled.

Dean looked up, his green eyes boring into Mac's "How'd you find it?"

"I didn't." He admitted. "Sam did."

A muscle in Dean's jaw twitched as he continued to clean the Sig. "Did he say anything?"

"He doesn't want the money."

"Sammy doesn't know what he wants." Dean replied defensively.

"He was adamant."

"He won't have any choice when I'm dead." The young hunter smiled grimly.

Mac stood in shocked silence. He had no clever reply. The awkward moment was interrupted by Sam storming through the front door followed by Caleb.

"Dude! Did you even once clean theses while we were here?"

The youngest hunter stopped and looked at his brother like he'd grown an extra head. "Oh, I don't know I was worrying about other things?"

"What? Girls?" Dean smirked. "That can't be it, because I know you never think about them."

"I don't know Deuce. I think Sammy was checking out the librarian." Caleb grinned.

Dean laughed. He pushed the coffee table away and stood up. "So what did you find?"

"Several missing victims in an isolated area of the Shenandoah National Park," Sam answered.

"Don't tell me I'm gonna have to go camping with you two!" Dean protested.

"What's wrong with camping?" Reaves asked, heading for the kitchen.

"Oh, I don't know," Dean scowled, following. "I was fourteen. You and Geek boy over here put my hand in some warm water."

"Wasn't my idea," Sam blinked innocently. "I was only ten."

"Yeah, but that moment was priceless," Caleb laughed.

"Dude, you are so lucky I'm a light sleeper and made it outside!"

Mac shook his head as the three of them disappeared into the kitchen. Maybe sending them off on a hunt wasn't such a good idea. There was no telling what kind of trouble the three of them would get into. Then Aames remembered what Pastor Jim told him - Boys will be boys. The doctor planned on having some bail money set aside just in case.

Ok yeah I know I didn't tell you what powers Dean would get. You'll just have to wait for the next story with the boys on the hunt. Yeah I know GET WRITING ;-) Thanks for all the wonderful reviews!