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THE NEXT DAY

John, Dean, Sam, and Bobby packed up their belongings.

"I can't believe it---that freak is dead," Dean said.

"Yeah. Man, I'm still buzzed," Sam stated. "I---I can't stop shaking," he continued.

"I told you to stop drinking half-calf vanilla lattes," Dean told him.

"They're good," Sam insisted.

"They're stupid," Dean jeered.

"They were Jess' favorite," Sam whispered.

"Oh," Dean said. Well, I feel like a jerk, he thought to himself. All this time, his brother had been ordering the coffees to feel closer to his girlfriend, and here he had been mocking him. "Sorry," he apologized.

"It's okay. You didn't know," Sam said. Then, "Dad, how could you do it?" he wondered.

"Sammy---" John started to say.

"You were gonna make a deal with it! Why?" Sam continued, ignoring the interjection.

"You're my son, Sammy. You're my baby boy. I'd do anything for either one of you…even if it meant---" John's voice trailed off.

"Why? I have its blood in me. I---I killed Mom, I killed Jess---" Sam began.

"Stop it, Sammy. Just stop. It wasn't your fault. I don't have all the answers. But I can assure you, it wasn't your fault," John interrupted.

"Don't fight. The Demon's dead. Let's just celebrate for a minute," Dean added. Sam blew out a breath. Dean was right. They had finally done it after twenty-two years. Fighting about what their father would've done was a moot point.

"So…what should we do?" Sam wondered.

"Well, you always wanted to go to Yellow Stone National Park," John said.

"Wha---really?" Sam questioned, his face lighting up. Man, what a geek, Dean thought to himself. But he didn't say it. He hadn't seen his younger brother smile like that since Jessica.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go," Dean urged. He and Sam walked to the Impala.

"Did I hear right? Does Dean actually want to go to Yellow Stone?" Bobby queried.

"Bobby, something tells me it has more to do with the look that lit up Sam's face than any actual desire to see it himself," John answered. Than, the two hunters got into their own vehicles where Sam and Dean had already begun their good-natured squabbling.

THE END