Authors notes: sorry it take me so long to write and post this last chapter, real life sucks and i also got mono from a nice patient...I want to thanks all the people who read this or lurked and the great , few people that left a review...so many thanks.

Bodies could be seen everywhere at a warehouse in Wolverine. The casualties had been

too many for both sides, possessed and hunters. JD was trying to identify some of the

badly damaged bodies, trying to match complexion and body type with a book of

pictures of missing people from all over USA. JD was crying, that huge and muscular

man was devastated thinking of all those families filled with hope still at home, praying

for the return of their loved ones, wondering what they had done to make their sons

or daughters run away from home. All those people would never hug their loved ones

again, evil forces had taken them and made them to live a hell on earth and now they

were all gone forever..

Some others were preparing the bodies of their fellow hunters for the cremation

ceremony and that wasn't a pleasant task either. Death could be felt by everyone,

like doom. The madness of the demons was still there, in that city, floating in the air,

living in everyone's mind. Crying people chanting prayers could be seen by each dead

body praying in different languages but the feelings were all the same, plain pain.

In another room of the warehouse a little hospital had been set up and there was Bobby,

slumped in a chair hopelessly shedding tears, wasted, his heart filled with pity, his

soul in shreds. There he sat in despair beside a hospital bed listening to a beeping

monitor, trying to gain some courage for the hours to come. After 15 minutes of deep

thoughts he finally sobbed one last time before he stood up like the warrior he was, the

last man standing, the only one that could finish the job.

He approached the defeated body in that bed, he couldn't look at the peaceful face, it

was just too painful. Once he was nearly his family now it was only a dead body. He

kissed the eldest Winchester on the forehead and pulled up the sheets to cover his face.

He turned to the right very slowly and shut off the monitor. In his mind the past played

like a familiar movie, a montage of his battle against his possessed wife and the

moments he had spent with the Winchester men. A few more tears fell from his sad

eyes, he once again had failed. He had let that damn demon win, he had let down his

wife and his friends. The only thing he could do now was to finish the job.

He walked slowly towards the hotel where the demon was, hoping to finish that little

problem but he suddenly stopped, standing still for a moment before he turned quickly.

He had heard something behind him

.

"What do you think you are doing?" Bobby asked in a raspy voice.

"I have something to finish like you do, Bobby, but for me this is personal."

"Go to bed, Dean, you heard the doctor, you can't…."Bobby stopped speaking because

he realized it was a waste of time. Dean looked wrung out like a mop right now, pale

as a dead body, a black eye, two rough cuts in his once baby face held shut with home

made stitches, deep purple shadows under his furious eyes. He could barely stay

standing but the determination and anger in his eyes could kill the bravest man in

seconds.

"But…" Bobby stammered, "Oh damn! I'm fooling myself here if I try to stop you

now. It's your family, your fight…OUR fight. Let me help you to finish this"

When Bobby finished saying that he could see how relieved Dean was, as if an

enormous weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He could read the gratitude in

Dean's eyes.

Bobby put his hands on Dean's shoulders and said "Boy, this damn demon killed your

dad and took away your brother but you are not alone, I'm here for you. I'm part of the

Winchester family too. I'm going to help you in everything you need and every time I

can. You don't have put on an act in front of me, kid. I know you, I really know you,

Dean."

Dean slumped forward and rested his forehead against Bobby's shoulder and started

crying silently. "I lost them, Bobby. Mom, Dad, Sammy…all gone and I didn't do

anything to stop it."

"Hey, Dean" said Bobby with a firm but tender voice. "You are a great kid. You

fought all that your body allowed you and more. You did great work and your Dad

was extremely proud of you…and about Sam….he's not dead."

"WHAT??" exclaimed Dean, lifting his head from Bobby's damp shoulder,

"You…you told me that the demon escaped to another, healthier body and that Sammy

didn't make it…You told me that Sammy's body was in another warehouse

and…and…" Dean started to tremble and became more and more pale.

Firmly Bobby took Dean by the shoulders, "Listen, Dean. I know what I told

you. The doctor said that maybe you wouldn't make it… that if you tried to be a hero

again you maybe wouldn't see the next sunrise …so I lied to you. The doctor said he

would fill you full of drugs to make you feel more comfortable and to allow your body

and heart to take a break…I suppose you didn't take them, did you?….I had this crazy

idea in my mind that maybe you might want to live until your next birthday!".

"Don't you dare try to stop me Bobby, don't you dare" said Dean with a nasty, crazed

glare. "Where's Sammy?. Where's Sam?"

"I 'll tell you only if you promise me that you are going to allow me to help you."

"Bobby!. Where's Sam?!" shouted Dean.

"Promise me you're gonna let me help you, boy!"

"Last time I'm asking you this… WHERE´S SAM?" Dean face was red in fury.

They stood face to face like two boxers before the first round.

"It's my brother, it's my little brother…please! Where's my Sammy?" big hot tears ran

down Dean's cheeks.

"Let me help you, Dean. It's my Sammy too. You two are my family, boy" Bobby's

voice was a sweet whisper.

"Okay," finally agreed Dean.

Bobby put his arm around Dean's back and helped him to limp to the hotel where Sam

was. Sam was chained to a chair in the middle of the main room of the second floor of

the hotel with Devil's trap painted on both the ceiling and the floor beneath him. Four

huge hunters were standing guard over him.

Bobby and Dean entered the room like two warriors on a mission.

"Hello, Dean" said Sam with a sinister sneer.

"Hey there, Casper!. Were you a ballerina before you become this queer demon?"

said Dean, as he threw some holy water in Sam's face.

"Your brother is shouting inside me. He wants me to tell you that he loves to be a bad

guy. He loves to rip little kids out of their skin, you know?. He laughs all the time when

I do that and asks for more victims. He loves blood and gore," the demon taunted.

"Oh, I don't think so. He cried like a baby when we were watching Sixth Sense at the

movies, " laughed Dean.

"He's telling me that he wants to be free to command his demon army and kill all the

humans on this disgusting planet," it responded.

"I doubt that. He's a big emo, you know, the kind of person that doesn't walk on the

grass because if he stepped on a little ant and kill it he would run to his bed to cry for a

day or two hugging his teddy bear. He's a bit fluffy but a great kid."

"Enough" shouted Akitar. " You are more annoying than your brother!"

"Thanks" answered Dean with a proud smirk. "So, this is the situation right now. You

are inside my little bro' and that pisses me and this nasty hunter beside me off so much

that we want to send you back to hell with a kick to your evil ass. So, you can go to hell

voluntarily or we will have to play bully with your sorry black mist. You decide."

"Dean, I thought you were more intelligent than this. You know that if I leave this body

your brother will be dead in a second. He can't survive without me," said Akitar with a

devilish laugh and a maniacal facial expression.

"Something you don't know about my brother is that he's a big college geek, he's the

smart one, you know. And we have been in touch all these months without your

knowledge. So together we found the solution for this awkward situation." Dean

smirked.

"That's a lie!!" shouted Akitar "I know every little secret and every little thought in

Sam's mind."

"Well, that's…what Sam lets you think," said Bobby, laughing so hard that he almost

fell to the floor.

"What's so funny?" asked Akitar worried.

"Let me explain this to you, Akitar," said Bobby as he dragged forward two chairs

for himself and Dean. "You shouldn't have fooled with the Winchester family, boy.

They have friends, very powerful friends. When you possessed Sam he contacted us

immediately and told us everything you did, about everyone who talked with you…

everything."

"And with a lot of very useful details" added Dean.

"So we thought up this great plan…" continued Bobby.

" Great plan because it was mine" said Dean proudly.

"Yes…Yes…As I was telling you, Dean thought up a beautiful plan and…"

"You could have a plan but we win," interrupted the demon inside Sam. "We killed

John and lots of other hunters. My master, Cynahl, is going to govern this planet in no

time."

"We have lots of painful casualties , that's right, you made a lot of nice moves

but…Have you talked with your master lately?" asked Bobby playfully.

"Er…er…"

"Let me help you with this, smart alec. While you and your friends were fighting

against us, a bunch of powerful Romanians were summoning your master, Cynahl.

Thanks to some very lovely information Sam gave us and well… your master is now a

beautiful splotch on a Bambi painting. I saw it… Bambi, Thumper and a red spot with a

nasty attitude…..lovely" said Dean mocking.

"So, now you are all alone" said Bobby firmly.

"But I have this body and you know you're gonna kill Sammy if you send me back to

hell."

"We can always try" said Dean and stood up slowly with a tired expression on his face

and unconsciously put his hand over his heart and made a pained face.

Bobby was on his feet in a second trying to catch Dean's arm to give him some help but

Dean gave Bobby a 'don't you dare stare', so he relented and started chanting in Latin.

Sam started to twist and scream. Dean was worried but tried to stay put and not let Sam

down. Suddenly Sam cried " Bobby! Bobby! It's me Sam, please stop this, you are

killing me!"

"Please!" Sam's voice begged.

Bobby had a second of doubt and that second was enough for Akitar to send Bobby

flying across the room, smashing his head into the wall

.

"Bobby!" shouted Dean but didn't move an inch from his place. They had imagined

that Akitar would do something like that.

"Well, well, Dean. Now it's between your broken, pathetic body and me" and saying

that, Sam stood up breaking the chains, shouting furiously. The two Devil's trap blew in

small pieces that hit Dean in the face and torso.

Sam went running into the corridor of the hotel, as Dean shook off the debris and ran to

follow after his possessed brother chanting in Latin. Dean pushed a button on his cell

phone and 40 hunters including Missouri received pre-recorded text message with

Dean's last orders. Immediately they all began chanting the Latin exorcism ritual with a

picture of Sam in their hands.

Sam screamed and shouted in pain, his head filled with all those voices chanting in

Latin. He ran and ran, charging up the stairs.

"You will never have this body Dean, never, never," the demon within Sam snarled.

"You can send me to hell but I'm gonna jump from the roof and your brother will be

smashed upon on the street. If I can't have him, then neither will you!"

At that moment Dean tackled Sam and they tumbled down the stairs and fell to the

second floor landing. Sam kicked Dean in the face several times but Dean never stopped

chanting or throwing punches.

Sam stood up with his nose bleeding profusely again and a blackened eye, nearly

swollen shut. "Stupid, pathetic human," he screamed as he shoved Dean over the

banister. Dean fell two floors to the basement, the noise reverberating like thunder and

then…silence.

Akitar was grinning, he and his army had killed two Winchesters in the same day. He

started walking happily downstairs to the first floor but then he felt the worst pain ever.

In his head the chanting were extremely loud and fast and a now a new voice, clearest

and loudest of all, joined the others… Sam's. Sam was chanting the Latin exorcism

ritual, marking every word with hate.

In that moment, Bobby with a nasty bump on his head tackled Sam. Despite his injuries

the old hunter took him down, punched him several times, finally tying him up and

poured holy water all over him. Then he began to set up some kind of herbs, candles

and a statue making a circle around Sam.

"Sammy, if you can hear me, this is the moment when you have to sing the other ritual

spell" said Bobby.

Sam shouted inside Akitar's head the other chant but Akitar screamed, broke all the

ropes and started choking Bobby.

"You frigging bastard. It's time for you to leave my body," said the real Sam, as he

shouted the last phrase of the additional chant.

Sam's body started shivering and trembling. Sam opened his mouth and a huge black

cloud began to writhe and seethe as it left his body, dancing across the ceiling before

exploding in yellow sparks.

Everything was deathly silent in that Wolverine hotel. Sam was lying on the floor with

blood dripping from his nose and right eye, both his eyes closed. Bobby was sitting on

the floor with his back curled and his head hanging. And Dean was….Dean was half

walking half dragging his damaged body through the corridor. One hand on the wall as

support the other on his heart. Limping, dragging himself or crawling it didn't matter,

his only objective was to reach Sammy, to check on him.

When Dean found Sam he let his body fall to the floor by Sam's side, half sitting half

slumped. Dean was exhausted, he could barely breathe, his body ached everywhere, his

soul tortured, his heart wanting to give up pumping. His only desire… find Sam alive.

With one hand he pulled Sam's body to him and put his Sammy's head up against his

chest. Then he looked for some kind of signal of a miracle.

"Sammy…" Dean murmured in a faint, cracked voice, a river flooding from his eyes.

"Sam," he repeated a bit louder this time. "C'mon Sammy! C'mon!. Wake up Sam.

SAM!!" he finally screamed hugging his brother's head.

"Dean… you are suffocating me" whispered a faint voice.

"Sam!!" Dean took his brother face in his hands and looked at him. His eyes were

half closed and he was a bit blue but the huge smile that Dean found on Sam's lips was

priceless. "Sammy…" said Dean tenderly. "Sammy…" Dean couldn't stop crying but

this time the tears he shed were tears of happiness.

"Dean, Dean! Remember no chick flick moments, please…" laughed Sam.

"Bitch."

"Jerk."

They stayed in that position for a few more minutes, both with their eyes closed, just

enjoying the moment and the happiness of having each other.

"Dean?"

" What?" Dean's voice was only a whisper.

" Are you all right?" Sam was worried.

" Now I am." Dean's voice was so faint that Sam had to make a real effort to hear it.

" Dean! You aren't ok. Let's me see…" Sam with a lot of effort knelt beside Dean and

now, it was Sam who was hugging Dean's head.

"You looks like shit" Sam cried almost hysterically.

"If you had fallen two floors to the basement and then stood up and crawled up two

flights of stairs to kiss your queer bro', of course you would look like shit, genius. I'm

tired that's all."

"Bullshit, boy. I told you, the doctor said you shouldn't play hero no more but you

wouldn't stay put" mumbled Bobby grumpily from the corner, before adding, "Sam,

I'm glad you are okay."

"Thanks Bobby. I completely forgot about your heart condition, Dean!. You need a

doctor right now!"

"Stay there with that stubborn idiot, Sam. I'll get one for you, boy" said Bobby giving

Dean a soft kick on the leg. "Stay with your brother, be a nice kid". Bobby gave Dean

and Sam a concerned look and headed down the stairs to get a doctor. It was just silence

for a couple of minutes.

"Hey… Dean?"

" ummm……."

"Stay awake, please?"

"Okie dokie"

"How do you feel?"

"Excellent. I was thinking about a night at a bar with some hot chicks, what do you

think?"

"Maybe later."

"Boring."

"Dean!"

After a few more minutes of silence Sam asked. "Is Dad dead?"

"…I…I couldn't save him, Sam…. I'm sorry…"

"Don't say that, Dean, it's all my fault. I'm the one who was possessed and..."

"Don't you dare to say it's your fault, Sam. You did everything you could to kill that

frigging demon. I was the one who should had looked after you and Dad and…"

"And nothing, dude. You are sick, you need to rest and allow your heart to heal. Don't

think like that. You are the bravest hunter I have never known and Dad was so proud of

you, I'm proud of you. You are my hero."

"That's ...that's …so gay" laughed Dean.

Both men stayed in silence.

"Dean, we have to burn Dad's body, you know."

"Yeah."

"Where's Bobby? Why is he taking so long?. I'm going to check on him" Sam stopped

hugging Dean and tried to stand up but Dean's arm didn't allow him.

"Please, Sam. Stay with me a bit longer."

Sam was very worried. That wasn't something that Dean would say normally.

"You sure you are ok?"

"I'm tired Sam. I just want to stop. I want to stop. I can't take it anymore."

Sam took Dean's face between his hands and said "Don't give up, Dean, please. Don't

give up now that we are together again," Sam was crying.

"I'll try, Sammy, but it's so hard. I'm just so tired. I don't like this world anymore."

"All you need is some time off work, dude, and everything will be ok again. We can go

to a cabin somewhere and stay there for as long as you need. No more huntings for a

long time, buddy."

"Promise me"

"Promise."

With that last word all the colour on Dean's face disappeared and he stopped breathing.

"Dean!! DEAN!!" Sam started CPR right there crying and shouting.

"DEAN!! Please don't leave me!! Don't leave me here alone!! Please. I need you

dude. I need you!! C'mon. C'mon!!"

After a long time Sam finally stopped the CPR and hugged Dean's body, "Why? Why?

I know I wasn't the best brother, but…why did you want to leave me alone?? Why?

Dean!! I need you…"

"Maybe because you are too gay…" a small whisper could be heard.

"Dude! I so hate you!"

" Me too, but face this, you can't live without me, I'm irresistible."

Sam laughed like a maniac and punched Dean lightly on the nose.

"Last time you die on me or I'll kill you," Sam promised.

"Dude, shut up! Trying to have a nap here,"

the end