Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own Supernatural. A/N: Thank you to all of the reviewers! Sorry I keep leaving you with cliffhangers…I'm just evil like that :)

General POV

"What are you talking about? The amulet isn't working; she needs a doctor." Sam agreed firmly.

"She wasn't wearing it at the time she was injured, right?" Oliver asked. Sam nodded. "It can still work, it just needs a little help." The young boy held Alyx's hand in his tightly, and touched the pentagram with his other hand. He started to say a healing prayer in Latin. It was something his mother had taught him years ago. She had told him to memorize it, just in case he would ever need it. Combined with his own healing ability, it was powerful enough to cure any wound.

"Ave, crux sancta, virtus nostra.

Ave, crux adoranda, laus et gloria nostra.

Ave, crux, auxilium et refugium nostrum.

Ave, crux, consolatio omnium moerentium;

Salve, crux, victoria et spes nostra;

Salve, crux, defensio et vita nostra.

Salve, crux, redemptio et liberatio nostra.

Salve, crux, signum salutis, atque inexpugnabilis murus contra omnem virtutem inimici.

Sit mihi crux resurrectio mortis meae.

Sit mihi crux triumphus adversus daemones.

Sit mihi crux requies tribulationis meae.

Sit mihi crux medicina aegrotationis meae.

Sit mihi crux in omnibus angustiis meis solatium.

Sit mihi crux in infirmitatibus meis medicamentum, atque contra omnia adversa tutamentum. Amen."

Miraculously, the pain of the wound faded, disappearing altogether by the time Oliver was finished speaking. Alyx found that her strength had suddenly returned, and she felt ten times better. Sitting up slowly, she lifted up her shirt just enough to examine the injury.

It was completely gone. Oliver had, in fact, healed her. She instantly embraced him, flinging her arms around his neck, holding him tightly. Dean stood up, and once Alyx let go of Oliver, he pulled her to her feet. He hugged her, not wanting to let go. When he did, he gave Oliver a clap on the back approvingly. He'd almost lost his daughter; if it weren't for him, she'd be dead.

John looked on with approval. Dean, realizing his father was still there, turned to face him, a moment of understanding passing between them. John reached out and placed his hand on his eldest son's shoulder, grinning. He smiled at his sons and granddaughter proudly. None of the Winchesters could believe their battle with the Demon was finally over. And they had won together as a family, like Missouri said they would. The small group of hunters watched as John backed away, and after offering one last smile, disappeared in a white light.

The group walked over to where the Demon's host body lay lifeless on the cold ground. Alyx looked at Oliver, who seemed emotionless. She grabbed his hand, holding it tightly with hers.

"Thank you." The young boy said to the hunters. He felt that an extreme weight was finally lifted from his shoulders, knowing he wouldn't have to worry about his father coming after him anymore. He could live like a normal person. Well, more normally than before. After all, he was still part demon—even though his demonic blackouts were gone—and he continued to have supernatural abilities.

"I can't believe he's dead." Alyx said, looking at her father and uncle.

"I know what you mean. This is what we've worked for our whole lives, and now it's over," Sam agreed. "I kinda don't know what to say."

"I do," Dean replied, smirking slightly. He walked closer to the corpse, and crouched down to look at his face. "That was for our family, you son of a bitch."

A/N: The prayer I used in the chapter wasn't really a healing prayer, but the words in it seemed to fit. I don't speak Latin, but I found the Latin and English versions online. The prayer comes from "Hail, Holy Cross, Our Strength"

P.S.—The next chapter is the last one for this story:(