✪Hells Bells✪

A Supernatural Fan Fiction

By SleightedBlade

(You can call me Jo, or Josephine)

With Kripke stepping down from his creative post,

I found it - somewhat impossible not to have questions.

And as Chuck wrote: "Endings are hard, the fans will

always bitch." Instead of bitching I chose to take my

questions into my own hands.

Warning you now updates may be slightly sporadic. Life

is pretty hectic.

One more thing - The title is an ACDC song. (One of my top

five.)

Everything was always going to be the same. All the questions unanswered, monsters everywhere - demons would undoubtedly find a way to get their revenge. Same as always.

However, when you're a Winchester, that's just a formality. Even if you think you're the last Winchester.

Dean was plagued with nightmares of that afternoon. He could hear the sound of the rusted, old gate creaking, he could feel the harsh brush of the wind as it whipped his jacket out behind him, and he could see Sammy, consoling him. "It's okay Dean, it's gonna be okay... I've got him."

Relief, fear, sheer pain. Most nights he would wake up crying. He'd at least managed to stop yelling his brother's name at the top of his lungs. Because this nightmare always ended the same, Sammy falling back into the pit, Adam reaching out to save him.

Some battle. Dean understood why he and Sam had been tapped for this supposed destiny. They were just like Michael and Lucifer. In hindsight maybe Sam wasn't quite as evil as Lucifer, and Dean, well - he hoped beyond hope that he wasn't as big of an ass as Michael.

But they loved one another, Michael was fiercely loyal to his father. Followed orders like a good little soldier. Not unlike Dean always had. And Lucifer, he didn't get it, why did he have to follow every order. Why couldn't he just love his father, and his brothers, why did he have to care about the shit going on?

Dean kept his promise, everything short of apple pie. The new was littered with mentions of mysterious deaths, that he might have managed to stop if he had been out there, doing his job. He wasn't, so what was the use of crying over spilled milk?

Life with Lisa, and Ben was nice. The kid hadn't changed a bit, still every bit akin to Dean's personality. They got along better than most sons and fathers, Ben would even tell his friends proudly, when he thought Dean wasn't looking, "Yeah. He's my dad. He was a soldier, spent most of my life off fighting. But he's home now!"

The way Dean would tear up hearing that, he was damned proud of his son.

Not too far away from this new family a familiar face was watching. He was living comfortably enough in an old run down shack right near the outside of town. He couldn't bear the thought of going and getting a job somewhere - Dean might spot him. That could mean trouble.

Sam Winchester didn't know how he got out of the cage, he could only assume Michael had done him a kindness. Not that he really thought Michael had it in him.

He watched outside Lisa's house now and again. Dean mostly stared off into space unless Ben was talking. Lisa herself always looked worried, sometimes even a little scared.

Sam was sure his brother wasn't talking about what happened, he was keeping it inside, it would eat him alive eventually. Somehow, there had to be a way to prove to Dean that it was him, sans Satan.

It wouldn't be as welcome as when Dean came back from hell. There would be punches thrown, possibly shots fired. That was Dean's nature. And Sam had promised, once he was in the cage - he wouldn't be getting out. Dean couldn't try to find him a way out. He was going to be pretty pissed regardless.

After procuring an old '78 Pinto, Sam made the trek to see Bobby. The old man might try to kill him, but he hadn't killed Dean. He'd do all the tests, salt, holy water, silver. Sam planned to sit and take it. Unluckily, or perhaps luckily, Bobby wasn't home. Sam waited for four days and Bobby still hadn't returned. He caught wind of a possible Vampire nest and decided to do the job. Even alone, it was better to save the people who would die.

It was raining in Cicero, the night Sam got home, he drive past Lisa's house, and watched as she gently kissed the top of Dean's head before issuing the command that Ben go to bed. Dean smiled weakly, making Sam hate himself for making his brother promise to find the girl of his dreams. Dean wasn't happy. And it was likely he never would be, not until he saw Sam, until he knew Sam was himself, and alive.

But then what? Would he go about his new life, with the girl, and the kid. Or would he go hunting when he had to? Maybe he'd just give up the happy family guy life, and they'd hit the road. Like old times. This was a little too complicated.

Dean stood from his spot on the couch and walked to the window, he looked out for a moment, never seeing Sam or the turquoise Pinto, he quickly drew the shades and moved toward the stairs. Lisa was waiting for him, on the foot of their bed. She smiled sadly at and held out a hand, patting at the mattress beside her with the other. Dean moved slowly sitting down.

"Dean, I love you. But you're scaring me. You haven't said anything. You never mention Sam, or work."

"I'll get a job." Dean said, misunderstanding.

"No, that's not what I mean. You're not doing your job, Dean. Just, please tell me what happened. What's going on?" Lisa meant well. She never expected the story that would follow. Her hand remained in a permanent station over her mouth, tears falling from her eyes as she watched the only man she could ever see herself loving forever, sobbing.

"He's gone. It made no difference in the end."

Outside Sam snuck quietly alongside the passenger side of the Impala, he couldn't remember ever seeing her this clean. He placed his hand on the window, and dropped his head, if he ever made his way back into Dean's life, he would have to tell him that it was his car that stopped the apocalypse. He silently thanked the car, promising, no matter how things would end she was the savior, his savior. He would never see her the way he used to. The Impala was the soul, the glue that kept the brothers in good humor, even at the worst of times.

This was the moment Sam resolved to knock on the door.