Warnings: None

AN: Thank you to everyone who read this! Also, a big shout out to my friend who translated Ritchie's dialogue into Spanish for me. If you have any ideas that you'd like to see, just let me know!

Present

"Dean. Dean. Despierta. Vamos, sé que estoy hablando en español pero tu nombre no es diferente en mi idioma." Ritchie said, hovering around Dean who was tied to a desk chair. Dean started to wake up, groaning as he did. "Gracias a Dios."

"Ritchie?" Dean asked, groaning some. He was really surprised that Sam didn't have more permanent brain damage from getting knocked out so much. It was painful and unpleasant...and he had done his fair share of knocking his brother out before.

"Temía que Corson te matara." Ritchie said. He knew Dean couldn't understand him, but he always talked when he was nervous. Dean looked around, hoping that Cas could bounce back quickly from being blasted away, but no such luck.

"Ritchie, where is Corson?" Dean asked.

"I'm right here Dean." Corson said, strutting up to Dean. "You were playing with my toys, that's not very nice."

"Hijo de perra, si pudiera matarte, lo haría. Espero que Dean te mate. Espero que sea doloroso y..."

"Ritchie, shut up." Corson said, looking back at the ghost. Ritchie instantly couldn't talk anymore. Dean looked between him and Corson.

"What did you do to him?" He asked. Corson laughed.

"The same thing I've been doing to him since 1959." Corson pulled up another chair to sit down in front of Dean. "It's actually quite fun. You should try it sometime."

"Why him?" Dean asked. Corson shrugged.

"Wrong place at wrong time." He said. "I took JP Richardson's soul because he sold it. So that was my first golden ticket. Then watching Buddy Holly die without his "true love" Maria, that was number two. I knew she was pregnant, I just didn't know that his death would hurt her so bad. Considering I snagged her from the 90's in the first place, trying my hand out at time travel." He laughed. "So what was I supposed to do with poor little Richard Valenzuela? I like torture after all. So I decided that it would be best to keep him trapped here, as a ghost of course. Tied to the town he died at. He has to watch as everyone he ever knew and loved grew up and moved on. He had to watch as the world changed around him. Seventeen years old and in love, and he can't even do anything about it."

"God, you're one sick son of a bitch." Dean growled.

"I wanted to get Waylon Jennings on the flight, cut that career before it even started, but that drummer Sam Winchester walked in on me at the wrong time. So of course he had to die."

"You killed my brother!" Dean shouted, pulling on the restraints.

"At first, I didn't know he was your brother. I was just going off of Buddy's memories. After I dumped him on the plane and high tailed it out of there, I realized who he was, from the prophecies and the plans that Azazel was talking about." Dean just stared the demon down. "Now now, don't worry. I bet he didn't feel a thing when he hit the ground. I'm sure none of them felt it when they were thrown out of the plane." Corson laughed.

"I am going to kill you." Dean said in a low, more threatening voice.

"I'd like to see that." Corson patted Dean's knee as he stood up. "But you see, you're nice and tied up. And all I have to do is tell Ritchie here to kill you, and you're dead."

"You don't know me and my brother very well, do you?" Dean asked. "We don't like to stay dead."

"Oh, I know all about that. But I have confidence that this time, you won't be coming back." Corson smirked. "I have strings that I can pull and suddenly Dean and Sam Winchester are no more."

"¡Es suficiente!" Ritchie screamed, breaking through Corson's spell. Corson turned to look at the ghost when Ritchie attacked him. Dean's eyes widened as he watched the wrestling match between the ghost and the demon. The doors flew open then and Cas walked in. He immediately went over to Dean, touching the ropes on his arms and making them fall away. Dean stood up, knife in hand, as Corson threw Ritchie off of him. Cas grabbed the demon, holding him still, while Dean stabbed him in the chest.

Yellow and orange danced under the skin of the body he was using. Once it stopped, Cas dropped the body to the floor. The angel and the hunter looked at each other before looking over at Ritchie.

"Ritchie? How do you feel?" Dean asked.

"Light." He said. His eyes widened, realizing he was speaking in English. "What do I do?"

"Just relax and let yourself move on." Cas said. Ritchie closed his eyes and he started to flicker, but a warm light surrounded him. When the light disappeared, so had Ritchie.

"Well, two things down, one more to go." Dean said. "Cas, go get Sam." Cas nodded and this time, he disappeared, leaving Dean standing in the middle of the museum.

1959

Sam groaned as he came to, confused to where he was. It was a little bathroom, very cramped. He rubbed at his head, trying to ease the pain, when the room he was in gave a rough jerk. He managed to find the door then and opened it to show he was on an airplane.

"No." Sam whispered, looking around. He saw Ritchie and JP sitting, looking terrified. And that's when Buddy came out of the cockpit, a wicked smile on his face.

"Don't worry Sam. I'm leaving." With that, his head threw back and black smoke flew from his mouth. Buddy's body fell to the ground, blood leaking from his mouth. Sam ran to him while looking up into the cockpit. Roger Peterson sat in his seat, head leaning back from his throat being slit. The dashboard was completely destroyed, so even if Sam could figure out how to land the plane safely and save them all, he couldn't.

"S-Sam." A low voice said. Sam looked down at Buddy. He was coughing on blood and his eyes were half closed, but he was still alive. He wasn't dead like the demon had thought he was. "A-are w-w-we going to d-die?" Sam just closed his eyes and held his hand tightly. He heard a choked cry come from Ritchie. He reached out and held his hand. He looked up at JP for a second.

"I'm so sorry." JP whispered. Sam looked away from him and closed his eyes again, holding onto Buddy and Ritchie as he started to hum, trying to keep himself calm before he died.

"Sam!" A familiar voice said before behind him. Sam's eyes snapped open to see Cas standing there. He walked to Sam and grabbed his arm, pulling him away from Buddy and Ritchie.

"S-Sam!" Buddy called out, reaching for him. But Cas held on to him and took him away.

Right as the plane smashed into the ground.

Present

Dean was pacing in the motel room, waiting for Cas to come back. He had just turned the other way when he heard what sounded like feathers rustling. He spun around to see Cas standing there with a visibly shaken Sam. He had blood on him from Buddy, a bruise on his forehead, but he was alive.

"Sammy." Dean said, crossing the room quickly and wrapping his arms around his brother. After a moment, he pulled back to examine him. "Is that your blood?"

"No. It's Buddy's." Sam said.

"Buddy? Like Buddy Holly?" Dean asked. Sam nodded and looked over at the table, seeing his letter and the photos laying there.

"I see you met Maria." Sam said. Dean nodded.

"She helped a lot." Dean was still giving Sam and visual once over. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I…" He sighed, wanting to say that no, he wasn't fine. He had just watched someone he had grown close to die by the hands of a demon. "I'm fine." Dean didn't believe him, but he didn't question it. "How did Cas get back there?"

"We killed the demon holding onto Ritchie and were able to get back to you." Dean explained.

"That demon possessed Buddy and caused the plane to crash." Sam explained. "JP sold his soul." Dean nodded and went over to their bags, packing. "What are you doing?"

"I want to get the hell out of this town. I think we can go home." Dean didn't look at Sam as he packed, because in his mind, he was still seeing that newspaper article that showed that Sam had died right along with the others. Sam went to the bathroom to wash the grease out of his hair real quick. He wasn't sure if Dean had seen it or not, but he didn't want to give him the chance. Plus, he doubted he could handle it being in his hair all the way back to Kansas.

Once Sam was done, they packed up and got into the Impala. Cas had disappeared off to who knows where. But Dean really couldn't care any right then. He just wanted to go home with his brother by his side. He started up the car, the radio turning on.

Bye, bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

"Crap. I'll turn that off." Dean said. Sam shook his head.

"No, it's okay." Sam said, settling back in his seat. A smile spread on his face as he remembered the good times. He had only been there for three months, hanging out with Buddy, Maria, and Waylon. Eventually, he would tell Dean about everything that he had done and seen in those months, but for now, sitting back in the Impala beside Dean while Don McLean sang about his friends, well, Sam couldn't ask for more.

END