Ooooh… don't know if any of you caught it, but at the end of the last chapter, I made a boo boo. I switched the names of the priest and satanic observer. The twins remember? Anyway, Jonas is the priest, Tucker is the Satanist… Sorry if I confused y'all.

Thanks for the reviews guys. I love and appreciate them as always. Hope this chapter lives up to your expectations.

Also, I apologize ahead of time if any of you are Satanists or know Satanists and feel I have misrepresented them in someway. I merely created a character that suited the story's plot line.

Enjoy!

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It was early the next morning when Dean decided he wouldn't bother trying to sleep anymore. Though the emotions of all those around him had dulled slightly they were still sharper then they had ever been before and kept him wide awake. Climbing out of bed Dean tiptoed into the living room where his father was fast a sleep. Dean had to smile at the eldest Winchester as even asleep he was top of his game.

John had a fourty five tucked in his pants and a shot gun resting against his leg… and the Bitle was splayed out in front of him. The man was as hardcore as the come, sometimes that made Dean nervous, knowing how destructive a man with a revenge mission could be but most of the time, Dean always felt safer with his dad around. It was the fact that John protected what was his with fierce determination. In other words, nothing would happen to his sons while he was around. Which was much the same way Dean felt about Sam and his father.

It was a bit of twisted logic seeing how if everyone was protecting everyone, no one was actually getting anything accomplished but in the end, Winchesters came first in Dean's eyes. No matter what demon, spirit or apocalyptic coming, was at hand.

Dean's smile grew as his tip toed silently to the other room. John's hand subconsciously slid down to the shot gun and brought the thing across his lap, but the man didn't wake up. 'Always on, even when he's asleep,' Dean thought to himself.

Sam was splayed out on his bed sleeping peacefully as if nothing were wrong with him. The truth was, the barrier Dean had erected inside his little brother between the two powers was getting weaker and weaker by the second. It was still strong enough to last at least a few more days but Dean could feel his energy slowly being drawn into keeping his baby brother's powers at bay.

Quietly closing the door to his brother's room Dean headed toward the balcony of the cabin where the Sprite's had brought Bryson the day before. They said it would help if they exposed him to the natural elements from whence they came. It had been good to see Bryson come out of the room on his own two feet but sad to see that he walked all the way to the balcony door. Both wings, or what was left of both wings, tucked tightly around his body.

Dean had even gone to pick the Sprite up but one vicious glare from Oryx and a shake of the head from Lorne and he backed off. Apparently Bryson wasn't one to have to rely on others for a long period of time.

Out on the balcony the four Sprite's had arranged themselves protectively around Bryson. Oryx and Kat on one side and Lorne and Dewy on the other. All five were wrapped up warmly in a blanket and slept soundly. Dean sighed, the little Sprite's had done more then there far share of help. The fact that they had even stayed after finding out the truth about Bryson's abduction was surprising in itself. But Dean knew that it was because they were truly good hearted little creatures that wanted nothing more then to live in peace. They wanted to see things through to the end and make sure Sam and the powers within Sam would no longer be a danger to them or anyone else.

Looking out over the lake Dean was humbled by the beauty and serenity of the world around him. It was probably because he knew what evils could lurk in the shadows but everything just seemed to be still. The crystal lake glittered like thousands of tiny diamonds as the demi-moon gleamed off it's surface and the calm night breeze gently touched the top of the proud standing, statue like pine trees. It was almost as though the evils of the world knew there was a serious battle being waged and were staying at bay for the time being. Even they were afraid of what might happen.

"Something on your mind?" Dean was dragged from his revelry by the small voice behind him. He turned around and found Bryson wide awake while the others slept on. Dean moved closer to the bundle of Sprite's as Bryson disentangled himself from his friends and climbed onto Dean's awaiting hand.

They moved silently to the other end of the deck so as not to wake the others while the spoke. Dean placed Bryson on the railing and leaned on it next to him.

"How you feeling?" he asked.

"Like half my wing was ripped off," Bryson replied honestly. Dean just shook his head and sighed. "I don't blame your brother Dean, what's happening is beyond his control."

"I know it is," Dean replied. "Believe me I know, that's why it bothers me so much. I mean, why Sam? Why not me?"

"You think because you're more excepting of these powers you'd be able to control the omnipotent power possessing Sam?" Bryson asked. Dean hadn't wanted to say it, he hadn't wanted to imply that his brother was any less equipped to deal with the supernatural then he was but… maybe in this case it was true.

"Brys, look what I can do, I don't even think about it," Dean replied. "It took me just under a half hour to get control enough of my powers so that I could use them to my advantage. Sam… Sam's known he's been like that for more then a year! And he still doesn't have a handle on it."

"You're the first round Dean," Bryson replied. "Of course you've got a better handle on your abilities, there not nearly as complex as Sam's."

"Thanks," Dean said sarcastically. Bryson let loose a tired smile before shaking his head.

"Come on dude," he continued. "Deep down you know Sam's more powerful then you and deep down you know, you're the one that's supposed to keep those powers at bay."

"What?" Dean asked. Bryson sighed and shook his head.

"It really does have to be spelt out for you," he replied. Dean frowned, knowing Oryx had been running his mouth off about what had transpired earlier. "Don Quixote had Sancho Panza, Batman has Robin, Skywalker had Solo… What I'm trying to say is that…"

"That I'm Sam's sidekick?" Dean blurted out a bit louder then he'd meant too. He looked over at the other Sprites to see if he'd roused them but all four slept on. He turned back to Bryson with a frown. "Is that what you're telling me?"

"No you moron," Bryson shot back. "You're the hero Dean, because you know what needs to be done. You know how to do it and you know what's right and wrong. Sam is your sidekick because he's struggling with what he is. He needs his role model, the hero to keep him in line, make sure he doesn't get himself into trouble and join the dark side." Dean shook his head.

"You guys really do watch to much tv," he sighed.

"Dean didn't you think it was interesting how Sam couldn't even budge you in the forest? The fact that you're the only thing stopping him from changing into a monster? Dean you were given abilities by whatever higher powers there are because they knew you'd have a little brother, a sidekick, that would need guidance and looking after. You're immune to anything Sam can throw at you," Bryson explained.

"I sound more like Yoda then Han," Dean smiled. "Maybe even Obi-Wan."

"Either way, Luke got a bitch slap if he got out of line," Bryson smiled back. "Besides, Obi-Wan got his head chopped off." Dean snickered quietly and shook his head. The idea that he played such an important role in Sam's life was oddly reassuring. For a while he'd believed Sam didn't need him anymore, Sam was all powerful and didn't need anyone. Now it turns out Sam needed him more then ever, if for nothing else but to keep him on the straight and narrow.

"I'm that important huh?" he said.

"You're prevent the end of the world, important dude," Bryson replied. Dean laughed again and then thought of something.

"Hey, what about Superman and Spiderman? They didn't have sidekicks," he asked. Bryson's eyes twinkled with a mischievous life, Dean had not seen in the young Sprite since the forest months ago.

"Superman could fly dude, you don't need a sidekick if you can freaking fly man," he replied. Then he looked out over the lake with a smirk, "And Spiderman was a douche, no real superhero is modeled after a spider… I mean… what the hell is that? One giant newspaper and he's a goner."

This time, Dean couldn't control himself, he started laughing. And this time the other four Sprites did rise. It seemed, just as the sun was cresting over the trees that it was time to get up and get back into action.

This was made blatantly clear when an overwhelming emotion of greed and lust washed over Dean. Seconds before he heard a car pull up out front of the cabin. Dean frowned as he knew exactly what those emotions were directed toward and who was feeling them.

Dean sprinted back into the cabin passed his father who was now awake, no doubt by the sound of the car and out the front door. He skidded to a halt as the early morning sun rays caught the man running his hands along Dean's precious Impala like it was a Nubian queen.

"Get your filthy mitts of my car," Dean snarled. Tucker looked away from the car to Dean and his face grew into a toothy grin.

"Hey pretty, no need to get excited, I was just looking," he replied. "I had to spend the drive in a minivan with a holy man, a fine gentlemen such as yourself can understand my… need to touch something with such amazing quality." Dean felt his skin crawl but he moved closer to his car and the Satanist.

"Tuck," a stern warning drew Dean's attention slightly to his left where another man was dismounting the minivan. Jonas Agis, in his priest clothing smiled as he approached the two men. At the same time Dean could hear his father approaching from the front door.

"It's good to see you again Dean, John," Jonas smiled. John came up and hands were shaken all around… except Dean and Tucker of coarse.

"Thanks for coming on such short notice Jonas," John said.

"It's not a problem John," Jonas replied. Then he looked at his twin, "Well… for me anyway." Tucker raised a curious eyebrow as his hand came dangerously close to touching the Impala's hood yet again. Dean hissed drawing all of their attention and Tucker's smile.

"Pretty you need to work on that anger thing of yours," Tucker smiled. "I wasn't going to touch."

"If you're twin wasn't a priest, I swear Agis, you'd be eight feet under by now," Dean snarled. "And stop calling me Pretty."

"Dean," John warned. Dean knew he needed the two men's help and threatening one of them wasn't the best way to go about it but Tucker just brought out the worst in him. Still, Dean catered to his father's wishes and backed down. "Let's go inside," John said. Dean made sure he was the last one in, behind Tucker.

At first glance, one might question the men's relation to one another. Dean still questioned it actually, convinced it was the same man that had been split between good and evil. The brother's faces were the same, as was their build but the apparel was quite a stark contrast. Jonas as expected wore the priest robes. His naturally sandy blonde hair was neatly combed back and his green eyes twinkled with a gentle curiosity and warmth.

Tucker, on the other hand, looked like something Dean should be hunting not asking for help. The man's natural hair colour had long since been covered with red and black streaks and his green eyes carried only mischievous greed and cold lust for anything he desired. That, added to the long black coat the man wore over dark baggy jeans and a tight black short sleeve shirt, made the man look anything but trustworthy.

Twin brothers, with absolutely nothing in common… except for their strong belief in their respective faiths.

"Lunar Sprites?" Tucker said suddenly. "You've been holding out on me Jonas, you didn't tell me I'd get to meet some Sprites!" As they four men had sat down on the couches, Bryson and his friends had come in from outdoors. Immediately however they halted and looked at the overzealous newcomer with concern and curiosity.

"Hey," Dean snapped, drawing the Tucker's attention, "You don't go near them, you do and you have to deal with me."

"I stole your car Pretty," Tucker smiled. "I didn't eat your first born." Then the man leaned forward toward the Sprite's who stood on the floor nearest Dean's couch. "You five are awfully far from home aren't you?"

"Not far enough that we can't call reinforcements," Oryx said calmly. Tucker laughed and sat up again. With one solid wicked glare to Dean he looked back over to John.

"So where is your boy wonder John? Has he cut angry swaths of destruction through villages yet or is he still just at the angry teen stage?" he asked.

"Sam's 23," Dean snapped.

"Dean," his father warned again. Dean glared at his father, not sure why the man felt it necessary to let Tucker have his fun. "Why don't you go wake Sam up and bring him in here while I explain the situation properly?"

Dean was more then happy with the excuse to leave the room and get away from Tucker. Just as he went to stand Dewy had made the mistake of getting a hair to close to the other couch. Tucker snatched up the little Sprite and immediately everyone, including John and Jonas were on alert.

Dean… was… livid.

"Put him down," Dean snarled. Dewy was slightly afraid though his face remained defiant. Tucker looked closely at the Sprite and turned the creature upside down then right side up again.

"I'll rip off your freaking arms and beat you to death with them!" Dewy growled as he tried to free his arms clearly to no avail.

"Curious and fiesty little things," Tucker said ignoring the threat. "Capable of powers humans could only dream about. You know…" Before Tucker could get out another word he was airborne and pinned against the far wall. The shock of it all caused him to release the Sprite and caused Jonas to jump to his feet in shock.

"Where is it? Where is it?" Jonas exclaimed looking around them frantically waiting for something to spring from the shadows.

"Not it Jonas," John sighed. "Him… it's Dean." Jonas and Tucker's looks of absolute shock mirrored one another to a T. Dean didn't care however as he moved closer to his victim and smiled when he felt fear come from Tucker.

"Sam's not the only one around here with some supernatural pull Agis, I'd watch yourself," Dean smiled.

"Let him go Dean," John said. "We have work to do." Dean held on a bit longer before unceremoniously dropping the Satanist to the floor. Tucker quickly righted himself and took a few steps toward his brother and John.

Dean turned to go wake Sam when Tucker's thoughts came wafting through, clear as a bell.

'Well at least I'm not interested in his car anymore.' Over his shoulder Dean could see the growing smirk on the man's face and felt the fear draining away. Groaning, Dean realized he'd just given the man one more reason to harass him.

Sam was still fast asleep when Dean entered the room, the only one not up yet, which was slightly surprising considering the ruckus the rest of them had been making. But as peaceful as his brother looked and as safe as Dean felt with his brother like that, he had to be woken up.

"Sam," Dean said. He approached the bed to give his brother a little shake but Sam's eyes instantly popped open and he sat up like he'd been electrocuted. Dean stepped back unsure of why his brother was so confused. Then Sam looked at Dean.

"Why did you do that?" he asked.

"Wake you up?" Dean replied. Sam shook his head rapidly and lowered it into his hands.

"I couldn't wake up," he replied. "I heard you come in my room, I heard the car pull up, I heard the others… I couldn't wake up. It felt like… it felt like you wouldn't let me wake up." Dean's thoughts wandered back to his conversation with Bryson. The idea that Dean had the power to control his brother or at least, be immune to Sam's own abilities.

"Because I'm the big brother," Dean smiled happily, "And I know what's right." Sam looked at him as if he'd gone crazy.

"Are you serious?" he asked. Dean stood up a bit straighter and beamed triumphantly.

"Hell yes I am," he replied. "Don't make me mentally knock your ass out again." For a moment it looked as though Sam was terribly confused but then a look of comprehension washed over his face and soon there after, a smile.

"Thanks Dean," he said. "I actually do feel rested."

"Good," Dean replied. "Now get up Sancho, it's time to fight some windmills."

"What?"

"Never mind," Dean smiled.

Almost two hours later, and after some breakfast, the cabin of the living room had been transformed into a hybrid altar of sorts.

"Louise is going to have a heart attack," Sam said suddenly. For the most part, eating and setting up had been in silence. Everyone knew what this ritual meant and what was riding on it to succeed. Dean was sure they all had their separate reasons for hoping everything went well but knew everyone was thinking about Sam. Even Tucker had shot some wary looks toward the young man once or twice.

"We'll fix it after," Dean said. "She wont even know we were here."

"Baring the end of the world that is," Tucker added helpfully. A wave of guilt and sadness emitted from Sam causing Dean to turn toward Tucker angrily.

"Shut up Agis," he hissed. Tucker raised his hands innocently and went back to setting himself up.

On the center of the floor there was a devils trap painted on the floor. It was by far the largest they'd ever made as it encompassed nearly the entire main room floor. In the center of the trap was a chair draped with a holy cloth from Jonas and a satanic cloth from Tucker. Surrounding the chair were several various religious artifacts from both twins.

"Kind of strange," Tucker continued, knowing he was just getting on everyone's nerves. "Seeing all these things together eh brother? Who'd would have thought we'd be able to work together so well?" Jonas raised an eyebrow as he pulled a final item from the sack he'd brought in from the car.

"Now if only you'd renounce Satan," he said seriously. Tucker laughed and pulled out a water bottle filled with a dark crimson liquid… Dean shuddered.

"Please tell me that's not what I think it is," he said.

"It's only animal blood Pretty," Tucker replied. Jonas took the bottle from his brother and poured some into the chalice he'd pulled out. Then John passed him a flask of holy water. After quickly muttering some Latin words, Jonas poured the holy water in with the blood.

Dean watched as the two liquids almost immediately divided themselves to either side of the chalice and both began to boil in discontent. Jonas looked up at Tucker in annoyance.

"You're not helping," he sighed. "Say the incantation so they'll mix." Rolling his eyes Tucker picked up the chalice held his hand over it and muttered a dark language that sounded almost like Latin but with much harsher tones and sharper words.

The two liquids began to merge but it was several second before they stopped bubbling in protest. When they did Tucker turned to Sam and pointed to the chair.

"You probably want to sit down for this," Tucker smirked. Sam frowned but went to sit in the chair.

Dean suddenly felt hesitant about the whole ritual as John and Tucker proceeded to tie Sam to the chair. It wasn't that he didn't think it could work, it was that he was concerned what the after result would do to his brother.

"There, comfy?" Tucker asked as he and John finished tying Sam down. Sam looked at him and scowled.

"I'm starting to understand why Dean doesn't like you," he replied.

"Atta boy Sam," Dean added. Sam smiled a weak smile but faded when John stepped outside the circle.

"I don't know if I can do this," Sam said honestly. "What if… what if it doesn't work?"

"Sam," John said firmly. "We'll make it work, we wont let anything happen to you." When John Winchester made a promise regarding the supernatural, he never failed to make good on it. Another reason why Dean was glad his father was around at the moment.

"Let's get her done shall we boys?" Tucker smiled. "Down the hatch Sam, cheers!" Dean wanted to throw the man across the room as he practically force fed Sam the vile mix in the chalice but remembered it was all in Sam's best interest that they do this right.

When the mix was down Sam gagged a little and looked quite pale.

"That was disgusting," he heaved.

"Got to get the insides too," Tucker replied.

"Tuck, get out of the circle," Jonas ordered. Tucker complied and stepped out. Both he and Jonas opened their respective books of prayers and incantations and stood on either sides of the room.

"Wait." Dean turned toward the kitchen where the five Sprites had reemerged. For a moment Dean had almost forgotten they were still in the cabin but now it seemed they all looked very determined, even Bryson.

"What is it?" John asked.

"Precautionary measures," Bryson replied. One by one, the five Sprites each went to a point on the pentagram inside the devil's trap. Dean's concern grew even more.

"Bryson… are you sure?" he asked.

"Let's do this Dean, once and for all let's help Sam," Bryson replied. Dean didn't need to be empathic to see the look of complete gratitude on his brother's face so he stood back and shrugged.

"Okay," he sighed.

"Right," Jonas said taking a deep breath. "You and John might want to take a few steps back." John put a hand on Dean's shoulder drawing him to the farthest wall of the room.

"You ready to do this?" John asked looking at Sam.

"No but that doesn't matter does it?" the youngest Winchester replied weakly.

"Not really," Tucker smirked.

"On the count of three, Dean let go," Jonas said. "1, 2... 3!" Dean took a deep breath then concentrated hard and soon felt the barrier start to come down and eventually disappear. The sight before him was awesome as Sam twisted violently in his chair and started to transform into an unworldly beast. His hair lost all it's colour and his skin paled, then his eyes snapped open, the red and yellow had never before looked so vicious.

"You humans," Sam hissed. "Pathetic, did you actually think this ritual would stop me?"

"Actually," Dean sighed. "Yes." It looked as though Sam might break free from his restraints when suddenly a blue mist enveloped him. Sam's wild demonic eyes looked around him in confusion then narrowed in on the sprites on the edges of the trap.

"I made you creatures! I am your supreme and this is how you thank me?" he snapped. Thankfully the sprite's ignored him and kept concentrating on what they were doing.

Jonas started reciting the holy ritual for an exorcism but all it seemed to be doing was making Sam angry.

"This is my world!" Sam growled in a voice not his own. "This is MY universe! I moved the stars and planets to exactly the right place and you ruined it! You creatures human or not! You defiled my great vision and bastardized what was meant to be! You all must end!"

Despite being slightly terrified, Dean had noticed a powerful thunderstorm had kicked up outside the cabin. The rain ferociously pelted the windows while the room lit up with lightening.

"It's not working!" Jonas yelled over all the noise. "Tucker, at the same time!" Tucker who's face finally bore the look of a man who was close to death nodded rapidly as he looked down at his book. Once again Jonas started up, this time, with Tucker following close behind.

"Dad…" Dean said cautiously. John's only response was to tighten his grip on Dean's shoulder.

Suddenly the big bay window of the cabin shattered as a large branch came mercilessly through it, narrowly missing Tucker and one of the sprites on the floor. Tucker stopped his incantation but only for a second before looking more determined then every to get through with it.

Dean could feel the rising emotions, it was starting to make him feel slightly sick. Everyone's panicked thoughts came rushing to him all at once and made his knees feel weak.

"Dean?" John called. Though the man was right next to him, the noise of the storm forced John to yell. "Dean what's wrong?"

"I can't…" Dean was at a loss for words. The emotions and thoughts were hitting him to hard, and for some reason, he wasn't able to block it like he had been before.

'Dean! Help!'

"Sam," Dean whispered to himself.

"All of you will die! You can't do this to your god, your creator! I MADE you!" Sam screamed over the noise.

'Dean please, help me!' Just as Dean thought he's knees would buckle and he'd no longer be able to take the punishment being doled out to him. Jonas and Tucker finished up the last few words of their incantations.

"Nooooooooooooooo!" Sam screamed. His scream was so powerful and so unnatural that almost everything in the room made of glass, shattered.

And suddenly everything was still… not just still… frozen. Dean had shut his eyes to protect himself from glass but when he opened them he was stunned. It was almost like time had stopped, but for some reason, he was still going. Both Tucker and Jonas looked like they were falling backward propelled by some invisible force. The five sprite's on the floor were already airborne in various directions taken by the same force.

In an odd loss of sanity and composure, Dean snickered and mentally moved the couch from behind Tucker over behind Jonas making sure there was a cushion for the man and placed a pillow to catch each of the Sprites. Two for Bryson.

Turning, he found his father looked as though he had been protecting Dean when everything had stopped. John Winchester could be a hardass but when it came down to it, his boys were what mattered.

"Well this is interesting." Dean jumped and spun around only to find Sam standing up out of the chair. Well, sort of, it was like Sam's spirit was stepping out of his body. The binds holding his body seemed to simply faze through his spirit like nothing.

"Sam?" Dean asked. Sam looked from his body up at Dean but as he did a dark whirlwind started to rise around him.

"Dean what's happening to me?" Sam asked in fear. "What is this?"

A booming voice broke free from the dark whirlwind and made Dean's blood go cold.

"If I can't have this vessel, neither can he!"

"No!" Dean cried. He'd be damned if he'd come this far only to loose his brother once again.

"Dean!" Sam begged. The whirlwind started racing faster and faster enveloping Sam's spirit. Dean could feel the panic but wasn't sure if it was his or Sam's that was stronger. His brother, the one he'd pulled from the fire all those years ago. The one who'd left his girlfriend behind to hunt again with him. The one who'd taken numerous hits and gone out of his way to save him over the years. Dean one, true best friend in the world was being taken from him.

"SAMMY!" Dean yelled. Before he had even thought about what it was he was doing, Dean lunged at the whirlwind. The blackness had almost completely overcome Sam when Dean punched through it with a strength he didn't think he had.

In seconds Dean was almost surprised when his hand connected with something solid enough to grab onto. And grab on he did, with all his might Dean clutched Sam's arm and pulled.

"You can't have him!" Dean yelled. "He's too good for you!" The struggle was quite taxing but Dean knew he couldn't give up, he refused to. He knew the second he let go of his brother's spirit, it would be lost forever. The power would go with it as it had been separated by the ritual from Sam's body but that just wasn't good enough for Dean.

'Pull Dean, you're mommy's little tough guy, you can do this.' Dean wasn't sure if he was going completely crazy or not but he could have sworn he felt a second set of hands reach into the darkness with him and start pulling. Finally, Sam's arm came through the swarm and soon, his shoulder and then his head.

Dean laughed, knowing he was winning but also knowing he was seconds away from not having anymore strength.

"This is far from over!" the booming voice hissed. "There will always be good and evil and there will always be a chance for me to rise again!"

"Oh. SHUT. UP!" Dean snarled. All at once Sam's entire body came through the swarm and with a piercing, deafening wail of anger it split into one white cloud and one black one. Both dissipating in every which direction.

However the moment they separated they caused a title wave of aggressive power that Dean hadn't been prepared for. Time suddenly resumed and while everyone else landed fairly without harm; Dean flew from the circle, out the smashed bay window and several yards into the chilly lake waters.

Dean wanted to swim, he wanted to see if everyone was alright, needed to see if everyone was alright but his body was exhausted. The emotions, the struggle, the physical and mental energy that had been used was too much. Dean watched as the surface of the water got farther and farther away until finally the overwhelming urge for oxygen was too great. He opened his mouth.

The water rushed in but he thankfully he was blissfully unconscious before he even realized, this was probably the final call for the ridiculously handsome, fun loving, skirt chasing, demon hunting, great Dean Winchester…

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TBC…

Oh wouldn't you just hang me if I said that was the end? Ha ha… no there will be more, as for Dean's fate… well you'll have to wait and see. Alas, if the writers of CW can off John Winchester, I guess no one is safe… not even Dean… sigh!

Ha ha… stay tuned for the last and final chapter of this story. Shorter then the last story but did we really want to drag it out? Sammy needs to get better!

So I know it's the last chap coming up but I'll give you a tidbit for it anyway. Here you go;

… "I wonder if the Emperor Honorious watching the Visigoths coming over the seventh hill could truly realize that the Roman Empire was about to fall. This is really just another page of history, isn't it? Will this be the end of our civilization? Turn the page."

"You really believe that's how life should be lived? Come what may?" John asked.

"We can't look back dad, the past is behind us," he sighed. "and we can't be sure of the future. All we can do is live for today and hope what he do, doesn't bring about the end of the world again tomorrow." John looked at the sun setting on the horizon and oddly found himself thinking about how proud Mary would have been at that moment.

"I can't believe you're my son," John smiled wistfully. The Winchester looked at him with a smirk.

"Neither can I," he replied. "But hell, dad, we're stuck with each other anyway." John laughed and pulled his son into a hug, maybe life was still worth living.

So that's it… interestingly philosophical, ten points if you can guess where that quote comes from! Snicker… Read and review please!