The final disclaimer of this fic. I don't own the boys. I think I might cry.

The final chapter of this fic. It's sad I know, but...

The final question of this fic. Do you all still want another? I've got the trequel (and yes, I've made that a real word) ready...I need five more votes. M'kay? I'm also working on another fic on and off. I'm debating posting it too. Any interest?

Thank you to all who have reviewed, alerted, favorited, and just plain read. You've made all the writers block, and sleeplessness from those I'vegottowriteitdownnow chapters worth it. Thank you.

-Jenn

It's been a while
Since I could...
Hold my head up high
It's been a while
Since I first saw you
It's been a while
Since I could stand
On my own two feet again
And it's been a while
Since I could call you

He hadn't thought it would come to this. Actually…really…hell, she was gone and there was no miraculous recovery this time. As Dean watched the flames lick what was left of her, a sad realization set in; there was no way he could do it. They would never kill the yellow-eyed demon, Sammy would always be in danger, and everyone he ever cared about would die. His mother, his dad, Jess (who he knew he would have liked), his brother in a strange way, and now Chase. It was a pointless cycle.

And everything I can remember
As fucked up as it all may seem
Consequences that I've rendered
Have stretched myself beyond my means

He was tired. Plain and simple. The job wasn't worth the pain anymore. The billowing smoke dredged up all his memories of past jobs. Done wrong, done right, or not even done, they all seemed to explode onto each other until his head throbbed. There was a weight on his shoulder where Sam's hand rested, but only for a slight, hesitant pat before he left Dean alone. That's how it was. How he was. Alone. And too fucked up to realize it.

It's been a while
Since I could say
That I wasn't addicted
It's been a while
Since I could say
I loved myself as well and...
It's been a while
Since I've gone and fucked things up
Just like I always do
It's been a while
But all that shit seems to disappear when I'm with you

The fire was almost out now. She was nothing but ashes. He resited the urge to go bury himslef in the burning embers, instead opting to simply collapse onto the ground beside them. Everything seemed worthless now. He always thought that the worst thing he could possibly ever go through was his dad's death, and in a way it was, but here, now, was a million times worse. A stary tear fell to the ground stifling a tiny stream of smoke. Dean quickly wiped his eyes because all hell would break lose if he cried, and he just couldn't handle that right now. Taking a deep breath he looked up for one last survey of the place. The fire had completely stopped, but the smoke was still strong. Stragely, though, it seemed to be twisting into a familiar shape. A few seconds later there she stood. He reached for the rock salt.

And everything I can remember
As fucked up as it all may seem
Consequences that I've rendered
Gone and fucked things up again.

Damn. Cound he not even burn a body right anymore? Now her spirit was going to haunt the earth forever because there was nothing else he could set fire to. There was no part of her left. None. Not that it mattered. Nothing mattered anymore. He set the gun back down and looked up at her. She was burned in a dress. A white dress that made her look like an angel, and here she was standing right in front of him. His angel. His very own, perfectly formed, without a trace of evil angle. The corners of her mouth twitched as she slowly walked toward him through the ashes.

Why must I feel this way?
Just make this go away
Just one more peaceful day
But then I go an fuck things up again

She wasn't supposed to be here. She wasn't supposed to be walking towards him swinging her hips and smiling. She wasn't supposed to be doing this to him. But she was, and if he didn't know any beter he would swear she was enjoying comletely freaking him out. As if sensing the turmoil, she stopped, slender fingers resting on her hips, and glanced down at the gorund. Dean followed her gaze and watched a lithe, black wolf appear from the shadows. Any sane person would have left right then, but Dean wasn't sane, and the truth that he wished the wolf would rip his heart out proved it.

It's been a while
Since I could...
Look at myself straight
It's been a while
Since I said I'm sorry
It's been a while
Since I've seen the way
The candles light your face
It's been a while
But I can still
Remember just the way you taste

When he looked back up she was kneeling in front of him with the wolf trailing a few feet behind. She reached out laid the back of her hand on his cheek. The touch was tentative, it was obvious she expected him to shy at it, but it was solid and warm. Dean's eyes closed at the familarity and he felt her other hand come to a rest on his shoulder. Vanilla filled his nose, both hands moved to his chest, and then she was cradled against him, his hands holding on to her as if she couldn't dissapear any second, and her holding on to him just as tight. "I loved you," he whispered acutally meaning it.

"You probably did." Her voice was like wind on water. She looked up at him and slowly untangled herself from his arms. Pulling him up with her, she smiled. "Save the world, Dean. You're all it's got. You've got to keep going. You've just got to."

Everything I can remember
As fucked up as it all may seem
To me... I know this pain
Can I blame this on my father?
He did the best he could for me

He gulped and nodded, vowing that even if he wouldn't do it for himself anymore, he would do it for Sammy, for his mom, his dad, Jess, everyone else who's life had been ruined, and Chase. He would do it for her. He nodded again and was thankful when she let him wrap his arms around her for a final time. She laid her arms over his shoulders and placed a quiet kiss on his lips. It felt barely there, but it was enough. "I loved you too, Winchester," she whispered before pulling away. With a small smile she squeezed his hand. The wolf quickly stepped between Dean and the now dissapearing Chase, watching everything as carefully as possible through golden eyes, and finally focusing the golden orbs on Dean when Chase was gone. Dean half-expected it to dissapear as well, but wasn't surprised when it slowly lowered its muzzle to the ground before running off into the woods. Maybe there was a part of her left after all.

He sat there a moment more before standing up and dusting himself off. Sammy was waiting at the car. He probably had a case for them. Pulling the car keys out of his pocket, he trudged up the darkened path.

"You alright?" Sam asked as they slid into the seats and shut the doors behind them.

"Yeah," Dean replied gunning the engine, "I'm fine."

It's been a while
Since I could...
Hold my head up high
It's been a while
Since I said I'm sorry