A/N: WoW. We're finally here guys. This is the last chapter. Before anyone says anything, yes I know there is still the Epilogue which I'm currently writing. I get the feeling it's going to be pretty long as there will be a lot that needs to be wrapped up. I want to thank you all for your amazing support throughout this crazy story of mine and I hope you enjoy this chapter. I couldn't get it right when writing it so it's not my favourite exactly, but please don't let that cloud your opinion of it. I was going to post this later tonight but I've woken up sick and I needed something to cheer me up so please, review!

WARNINGS: Ha, as if I would be able to leave this without more warnings. There's disturbing content and some adult themes.

Chapter Fifteen

It turned out Sam was right. Apparently the guys 'friends' had found the body when he hadn't made contact with them in a few days. Turned out the guy was a real good Samaritan. Ha! Like hell someone could do things so sick and twisted and be a good person. But yes, he had been found and buried.

Right now Sam and Dean sat in the Impala around the corner from the local Police Station while John was in there getting the records of which cemetery he was in.

Sam sat leaning his chest against the front seat with his arms hanging in the back so he could face Dean. Dean was half lying and half sitting across the backseat, leaning against the side back door with his arms crossed over his chest and a pensive look on his face.

"What ya thinking?" Sam asked. Dean had been quiet most of the trip since he had woken up Sam was worried that his older brother was thinking himself into a hole. All that internal reflection which Sam assumed Dean was doing couldn't be good for him. Besides, a quiet Dean was never a good Dean.

Dean ignored the question for a few moments before he looked up and made eye contact with Sam. Sam had his puppy eyed worried face on, the one that insured he would get an answer out of his brother, "How fucked up our lives are." He replied evenly.

Sam stared at Dean for a few seconds digesting his answer before a smile spread across his face and he busted out laughing. Dean just stared at his little brother gasping for breath laughing before he too joined in. It's not like the comment was meant to be funny or anything but in the darkness of their present situation they would take what they could get. And for Dean it was either laugh, or cry. Really no choice there.

Soon both boys were gasping for air and tears of laughter running down their cheeks. That was how John found his boys as he approached the car while stuffing the burial record into his jackets inside pocket. He hopped into the driver's seat and just stared at his sons as if they had both grown another head, and wondered what he had missed. Still it brought a ghost of a smile to his face to hear his boys laughing. He hadn't heard Dean laugh in so long it almost sounded foreign.

John waited patiently for the laughter to die down before asking a quick, "You boys right now?"

"Yes sir." came from both.

"Good." John said then pulled the car onto the main road.

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By the time the Winchesters reached the graveyard the sun was setting. The sky was cast in vibrant purples and reds and had John thinking of Mary. His beautiful Mary had always had a love for the wonders of nature and would have appreciated a sunset like this one.

Sam looked through the windshield to the graveyard in front of them. Was this something that Dean should be doing? His brother was teetering on an edge and they all knew it. God he hoped that this wasn't what pushed him over. Actually he didn't want his brother to even be on an edge let alone go over it! He turned in his seat to face Dean who was staring at the graveyard looking pale. They all knew that once the ghost realized that they were going to destroy it that things were going to get bad. Especially for Dean.

"Do you want to wait in the car?" Sam asked his brother nervously.

Dean shook his head and swallowed, "This is my problem, I have to fix this." He stated then got out of the car and headed towards the graves.

Sam and John gave each other a meaningful look before exiting the Impala and following Dean. The middle Winchester was not at the top of his game right now and Sam and John were going to have to step it up.

Dean walked through the rows of graves, head down and eyes narrowed. He could do this. Just a salt and burn. He chuckled under his breath. When the fuck was it ever just a salt and burn. No, this one would be harder. This one was personal. His stomach twisted in knots when he found the grave. He stared at the tombstone, unconsciously clenching his hands into fists.

G Jones

1968 – 2006

Loved in life, missed in death

He felt a strong hand on his shoulder and turned to see his brother standing behind him with a concerned expression. Dean couldn't love his brother more than in that moment. Sam wasn't Sammy right then. He was Sam, an adult. A caring, concerned and beautiful being. He was lending his strength to Dean and Dean could never put in words how much that meant to him. He nodded his head and stepped back giving his father and brother room to dig.

Dean sat on the ground opposite, back leaning against someone else's tombstone as he watched his family work. Sam and John's digging was fast yet precise. They wanted this over. Hell he did too. He didn't like being this weak. This pathetic. He was Dean Winchester, he was a fucking rock for god's sake! No, this would end and it would end tonight.

"I see you're letting everyone else do the work. How pathetic. Can't even dig a grave?" the voice was back.

Dean closed his eyes and ignored it. It was just this bastard fucking with his head.

"Don't worry Deannie. You have other talents. You're a good fuck for one." It laughed.

"Shut up." Dean hissed and closed his eyes tighter. His only answer was the feeling of a hand snaking down the front of his pants and grabbing him tightly. The hunter's eyes snapped open and he jumped up off the ground with a yelped, "Stop it!"

"Dad!" Sam said in reaction to his brother.

John didn't pause in his digging. They needed to get this done. It was the only way to stop it, "Keep digging Sam." he ordered.

Sam nodded and picked up his pace. There was nothing he could do for Dean right now except for what he was doing. They were almost there. Maybe another foot or two.

"You're ass is mine bitch!" was growled into Dean's ear. He flinched at the ghosting feel of breath over his neck. Something inside him snapped.

"Get the fuck off me! Just leave me the fuck alone you fucking bastard!" he screamed, eyes wild and spittle flying from his mouth in rage. No fucking more. He'd had it.

There was the sound of laugher and clapping then, "There's the Dean I know and love! Well, love to break. Think I can do it again? Remember last time what happened when you challenged me! Let's try another way."

Sam turned to his brother when Dean yelled. His brother was furious but he felt a smile tug at his lips. That was his Dean. Not taking shit from anyone. He just hoped it would last. The next thing Sam knew he felt a tingling sensation in his chest which spread across his whole body. He heard a voice, as if carried by the wind whisper in his ear. His blood ran cold as he recognized it as the man whose grave his was digging up, "You will see. You will feel. You will know." He didn't have enough time to try and make sense of the words before the tingling exploded into a white hot pain covering ever inch of his body. He thought he let out a strangled scream and pitched forward to the ground but he couldn't be sure.

All Sam knew was the images and feelings that ran through him. They didn't belong to him. They belonged to his brother. He saw images from the time of their capture but from Dean's perspective. He experienced all of the pain brought upon by the physical injuries Dean had received but that was nothing compared to Dean's feelings over and through the entire thing. The hurt, the fear, the helplessness and pain. He couldn't breathe and thought he would die. Jesus! Was this what his brother had been feeling? Was this how he still felt? The thought alone pushed whatever little bit of oxygen he had managed to hold onto from his lungs. You will see. You will feel. You will know. And fuck if he didn't! It was all too much, pressing in on him from all angles. His chest hurt, his head felt as if it would explode and he couldn't hold onto consciousness anymore.

Dean turned when he heard his brother's agonized scream. He saw Sam pitch forward and John catch him and lower him gently to the ground. Dean ran the short distance to his brother and skid to the ground. John looked confused, helpless and scared and he knew that he was mirroring that expression perfectly. He grasped Sam's face and winced at the look of unadulterated pain there.

"Sam! Come on man don't do this. Sam, can you heard me?" he half yelled. Sam didn't even bat an eye. His kid brother remained unresponsive. Dean saw John reach for Sam's wrist and find his pulse. He looked at his father expectantly.

"His heart's racing. Help me move him." John ordered. The oldest Winchester put his hands under his youngest's armpits and lifted him out of the grave with help from his oldest. They laid Sam on the ground a few feet from the open grave and John took his pulse again. It was slower and he realized Sam had lost consciousness. He looked up from his son's lax face to Dean and opened his mouth to tell Dean they had to finish digging and that Sam would be fine, but before he could the words out he was lifted off the ground by an invisible force and thrown backwards a good twenty-five feet before being brought to an abrupt stop when his connected with a gravestone. His head hit the cement and he was knocked out. His last clear thought being Go get him son.

"No!" Dean screamed when his father was taken away from him. He looked wide eyed from his father to Sam and back again. He checked Sam's vitals ensuring that his little brother was okay and then went to check his father's vitals. Pulse and breathing, check. Although he was worried by John's right arm. It was bent at an obscure angle, obviously broken. He was just about to try and rouse his father when he heard it again.

"You know this whole ghost thing is pretty cool." it chuckled before turning stern, "Step away from him Dean and walk to my grave. I will not hurt Sam or John if you do as I say."

Dean nodded somberly and got to his feet. Half of his mind was trying desperately to come up with a plan to toast this bastard while the other half gave up. Do what he says. You're pathetic and useless anyway and all of this is your fault. Like he said, all you're good for is a good fuck. Dean shook his head. No, he had to stop thinking like that and come up with a plan. His father and brother's digging had reached the coffin, he could see a small patch of the dark wood from under the black dirt. If he could just-

"Take off your clothes."

The middle Winchester's thoughts were broken into and he looked up into the eyes of his attacker. He gasped in shock and took a step back. Apparently his little ghost 'friend' had figured out how to make itself semi corporal. Not good! It was smiling at him, lips curled up into a wicked grin and eyes so cold and lusting they sent a shiver down Dean's spine.

"Take off your clothes." It repeated.

Dean shook his head. He couldn't do this again. He just couldn't.

The ghost in front of him shrugged its shoulders, "Ok. You get to pick then Deannie. Who dies first? Sammy or Daddy?"

"No!" Dean half yelled and put his hands up in a sign of surrender, "Ok, I'll do it. Jus- Just don't hurt them." The ghost nodded and waited as Dean took his time taking his clothes off. First his jacket and t-shirts, then his shoes and pants. Each article of clothing taking a bit of his fight and soul with it. Sam and his father were out cold, he was on his own.

A cold gust of wind made the hairs on his body stand on end and he wrapped his arms around his scared frame, trying to ward off the cold that was more inside him than out. He looked at his unconscious brother and father in the dim moonlight and knew he would do anything for them. Even this.

"I said your clothes Deannie. You can't really be that stupid can you to not understand? I want it all off, that includes your boxers. Now!"

Dean reached down with shaking hands and hesitantly took off his last piece of clothing, giving up the security it provided. He didn't know how the hell any of this was going to work and even trying to figure it our made his skin crawl. He didn't want to know. All he knew was that it wasn't going to be fun.

"Get in the grave."

The middle hunter looked up at that. What the fuck?! Get in the grave? When the ghost moved threateningly towards his younger brother he didn't hesitate in lowering himself into the open grave.

"Good boy. Such a good little slut aren't you." The ghost rubbed its hands over Dean's naked skin, trailing down until it was stroking him, "You were my first real break you know." It said conversationally, "Oh sure there were more before you. Many more. I broke them just as I did you, but you were by far the strongest. They only lasted a few hours if that. I'd kill them after I grew bored with them. I was going to kill you too. I was trying to figure out if I should kill you or your brother first when your bastard father killed me." The ghost laughed as if he had just told the funniest joke in the world then continued, "The police never found the bodies, the families never got closure. I remember this one girl. She was about sixrteen. I fucked that little bitch for two days straight then cut her head off. Should have seen the mess it made on my floor."

Dean tried not to listen to what the bastard in front of him was saying. His body was responding to the ghost's ministrations and bile was rising in his throat. Traitor. How could he react this way?! He was disgusted and embarrassed with himself. He wondered how many innocent people the guy had tortured and killed before his father put a bullet in his head.

"There was also an thirteen year old boy I took off his mother. Don't you just love a child's innocence? It tasted so good. I cut him up real nice. But you're still my favourite. Best fuck I ever had."

The ghost pushed Dean forward and the hunter fell to his hands and knees. Nonononono! His breath came in short fearful gasps. He couldn't do this. He closed his eyes and felt his hand brush against something hard and cold. He could barely make out what I was in the moonlight but when he did hope sparked in his heart. The shotgun. His fucking shotgun filled with rock salt! He almost laughed he was so happy. He hadn't been able to fight it then, too beat to hell to even move. This time he had a weapon that would get rid of his problem. Well long enough to break open the coffin and roast the bastard. He felt a dreadfully familiar weight press up against him but instead of submitting he moved forward out of the ghosts reach, grabbed the gun, rolled onto his back and fired at the ghost.

An unholy screech filled the air as the rock salt blasted the ghost apart. Dean wasted no time in jumping up and out of the grave. He grabbed the salt, lighter fluid and a shovel and jumped back into the grave. He quickly hit the coffin with the shovel and moved it apart, breaking open the top. The hairs on the back of his neck rose up in warning and he grabbed the gun, trusting his finely tuned instincts and turned and fired at the ghost who had been just behind him.

Dean jumped out of the grave and covered the corpse in salt and lighter fluid. He lit his Zippo and was just about to toss it into the open grave when the ghost of the person he hated most in the world appeared across from him on the other side of the grave. He looked into its eyes defiantly and smirked, "I win Casper." He said and dropped the lighter into the coffin. The flame caught on the lighter fluid and went up with a big whoosh.

The ghost let out an evil ear piercing scream as it was destroyed painfully. Dean moved back from the hot flames and collapsed to his knees, tears of relief and happiness in his eyes. It was over. It was finally over.

Well there you have it. Please let me know what you thought. Was it what you were expecting or a let down? The chick-flick moment between the boys (yes there will be one of course :P) will be in the Epilogue as will a whole bunch of other stuff. It's taking me sometime to write it (a lot of loose ends to tie up obviously) but I'm trying my hardest to get it to you guys as soon as I can. Things over here are hectic as hell but I will get it done! Please review! All feedback is welcomed with open arms and treasured dearly. Until next time guys.

Mishka xXx