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So, there are probably, eh, three or four more chapters in this, counting this one. And although I said this was the final part…….. I lied. I am enjoying this story way to much to stop after this one, plus I have an idea that I think is pretty cool. But I just need you to promise that when I am done with 'Because I Told You So' you won't flame me for the ending. Just promise me ok? Because like I said, there is a part 4, so it really isn't the ending…lol

Chapter 15: The Reunion

Our one week vacation in San Francisco was almost over and I didn't want it to be. It had nothing to do with getting back on the road, but I knew as soon as we did we would be going up against things that wouldn't be so, well, great. I was twenty three years old, and I was ready for retirement.

But we had one more night here, and I was determined to make it count. No matter how outrageous or out there I had to be, I was going to have a good time, because I didn't know if it would be my last chance to.

"When are we meeting up with Sam and Gabi?" I asked Dean. It was early in the afternoon and we were sitting out on the beach.

"Sometime tomorrow afternoon, they are flying out here and then we will all leave tomorrow night." He told me. I sighed and nodded.

"Are we ready for this?" I asked. He smirked and looked down.

"I don't think we are ever really ready for anything we do, but we have to do it." He said sighing. I frowned and turned to face him.

"Let's do something insane…" I said randomly. He laughed.

"What do you mean by insane?" He asked.

"Well, this is out last night before… well we don't really know what is going to happen after tonight. So let's do something crazy, fun, and stupid and just something that we have wanted just in case…" he cut me off.

"No 'just in cases' please. There isn't going to be any 'just in case' We are going to kill this thing, then kill all of it's little friends and then we are going to go on with out lives." He said sternly. The seriousness in his voice almost scared me, but was even more frightening was the fear that was playing in his eyes. I took in a deep breath and stared at him intently.

"Dean, this isn't a dream or a nightmare that we are just going to wake up from. I mean I know I am really not one to judge on the whole 'come down to reality' thing since I have a pretty hard time doing it myself, but babe you can't live in denial. This thing is strong, and if we aren't completely united and prepared, there is no way all of us will survive." I said softly and seriously.

"Annie don't." He pleaded quietly. "Please just, don't. I don't want to hear that, I don't want to hear that we may not be ok."

The sadness in his voice made me want to cry. But I didn't. I just inched over closer to him and grabbed his hand.

"I love you." I whispered as I tried to get his gaze. He just stared at the ground but finally looked up at me and caressed my cheek.

"I love you too." He replied. I smiled a little and let him pull me into his arms. I heard him take a deep breath as he squeezed me tighter.

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(Gabi's POV)

"What?" I asked stunned. I had known this was coming, but it was definitely a surprise.

"Will you…" But I cut Sam off.

"No, I mean I heard, I just… are you serious?" I asked, still completely stunned. He laughed a little and squeezed my hand tighter.

"Yeah I am, look we are about to go up against something that is going to be really hard to face. But I know we can make it through, and I want to know that when we do that we will still be here for each other. And then maybe we can live a semi-normal life." He told me.

"Not to normal, that would be boring…" I replied absent mindedly. I heard him snicker a little.

"Good point…" He replied.

I still hadn't given him and answer. I just reverted my gaze to the side of the restaurant and stared at the wine bottles.

Sam, I loved him. I wanted to say yes. I really did. But tomorrow….

This little trip we had from our reality was slowly coming to a close and I was as scared as hell for that to happen. How could we all make it through? These things apparently wanted Annie and I knew I would be damned if I let them hurt her. So would Dean and so would Sam. And it wasn't just her, if any of us had been in that same position we would still fight for each other until the death.

Until death.

Man how that phrase could mean a lot. You heard it in wedding vows, like 'Til death do us part' and in phrases like 'we will fight until the death'. But how different the connotation on those phrases were, and what was even stranger was how they both applied to all of our lives at the moment.

If I told Sam yes, and we started all of this planning and got excited, but then something happened to one of us, how would we ever overcome that?

And if anything happened to anyone, it would most likely be me.

I wasn't a stupid girl, I knew the odds. Dean, Annie, and Sam were so practiced, precise, smart, quick and knew so much more then me. I was the weakest link in a group of the strongest players ever to be in the game. So up against this thing, I could, and very well may have been screwed and cheated out of my life. Simply because I was an amateur.

And I couldn't do that to Sam. He already lost Jessica, and now he had found love again in me, and I loved him so much that I refused to let love be taken away from him again. Especially by semi-same causes.

"Gabi?" He asked skeptically. I felt the tears burning in my eyes but I wasn't going to fight them back. I pulled my hand out of his and started to stand up.

"I'm sorry Sam, I can't do it. I can't marry you." I whispered before hastily walking out of the restaurant.

I let the cold October air hit my face and freeze my tears. It looked like it was going to rain. I heard the door open behind me and turned to see Sam with the most confused and hurt expression I have ever seen. I closed my eyes and let more tears fall.

"I'm sorry Sam. That wasn't what I wanted to say, but it is for the best. At least for now, and hopefully the circumstances won't ever come to terms where you will understand, but it is possible that they will." I told him. He just looked at me, and I swore his eyes were watered with tears.

Instead of just letting tears fall I actually started to cry, and I walked away from him.

He didn't come after me. I walked through Central Park, Time Square, and Broadway Avenue for hours, not being able to make myself go back to our room. Then I remembered that my parents hadn't moved yet. I went to there apartment and knocked on the door.

"Gabriela?" My dad asked.

"Daddy, can I stay here tonight?" I asked crying. With out hesitation he opened the door. My mom came out and I just ran into her arms.

"Gabi, what's wrong?" She asked.

"Love's a bitch mom…" I told her as I tried to hold back my tears.

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(Annie's POV)

So Dean and I didn't do anything to insane. We had fun, but we didn't go crazy. If this had been six months ago and I knew that it was a possibility that I had weeks at most left on this earth, I would have so gone to some crazy club, gotten drunk, not so much have a one night stand but hook up with some one I barely knew, and do some crazy stuff that I wouldn't remember the next morning. Dean would have to…. But like I said, that was if this was six months ago….

Were we getting old just because we got married? The thought scared me, bad. So I just convinced myself that we cared too much about each other and wanted to spend time together rather than worry about strange drama or complications.

We were waiting at the airport for Sam and Gabi, finally their plane came in, but when we saw them, they didn't look nearly as happy as we expected.

Gabi's face was tear stained and she had huge bags under her eyes. Sam had the same exhausted expression but instead of showing an emotion, his face was stone cold.

"What happened to you? You look like shit…" Dean said to Sam. But Sam just brushed him off.

"I'm going to get my bags." He said coldly. Gabi looked around. She reminded me of a baby puppy who had just gotten separated from its mother. So lonely, scared, and out of it, she almost looked like she had no idea who or where she was.

"Gabs, honey what's wrong?" I asked as I pulled her aside.

"Sam kind of proposed… and I kind of said no." She said with the same stoniness. She walked off to the baggage pick-up.

I looked at Dean sadly. "Did you hear that?" I asked.

He nodded. "Yeah, I did." He said quietly.

"This isn't good…" I told him. "I know that I should really be caring more about them and their issue but I can't help but feel that there is a bigger issue at hand…"

"I know, if their bond is broken then the rest of them don't mean anything. Three out of four isn't a good thing in this situation." He said sighing.

"And we can't fix it…" I muttered quietly. Then something came to me. "Wait, maybe I can…"

"What do you mean?" Dean asked skeptically.

"I'll show you when we get to the car. Sam is driving, I have to talk to you." I told him. He didn't argue, we just headed to the car and the four of us took off.

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So the not passing thing has become common among us all now. Especially in the car since it was the only way of complete privacy.

'You want to cast a love spell on them? But they already love each other!' Dean wrote.

'Not a love spell, but a truth and a forgiveness one.' I told him.

'Explain please' Dean said.

'If I can cast this spell to make Gabi tell the truth about why she said no, then I put one on Sam to ensure that he forgives her, then everything should be fine again!' I explained.

'But the demons and all that know about your magic and when you use it and how you use it remember? If their reconciliation is faked, then they will know.' He pointed out.

'Reconciliation, big word Dean… I'm proud of you.' I teased. I heard him smirk before he began writing again.

'Hey I have picked up the dictionary once or twice.' He replied. I started to laugh.

'Look this may be our only shot. They won't talk to us, and they won't talk to each other. Maybe I can just write a spell that will get them to pour their actual feeling out. That way if they do make up, then it will be on their own terms. I just have to get them to say what they feel and why….' I pondered.

'Good idea… do you think you can write it?' He asked. I rolled my eyes.

'Do you doubt my Wiccan abilities Mr. Winchester?' I joked.

'No Ms. Winchester, but I just want to make sure that it will work.' He said.

'Don't worry babe, I got this.' I wrote. After he read it I crumbled the paper and began working on my spell.