Epilogue

Sam opened his eyes and rolled over onto his back. He yawned and scrubbed his face with his hands, stretching the sleep from his muscles. When he glanced at the bed beside him and saw that it was empty, he bolted upright, scrambling out of bed and rushing to the motel door.

Yanking it open, Sam stumbled out into the cold morning, and scanned the parking lot. His stomach relaxed and slowly, the pounding of his heart lessened, as he saw Reggie's car parked beside the Impala. Sam shivered and headed back into the room, slumping against the closed door in relief. He pulled on the pants he had been wearing the day before and tugged on his shoes, not bothering to tie them.

Just as he was reaching for the door handle, it opened, Dean standing in the doorway. "Mornin' Sammy," Dean greeted him cheerfully. Sam stepped back so that Dean could enter the room and eyed his brother's pleasant mood suspiciously.

"Morning," Sam replied slowly. "What happened to you last night?" Dean grinned at him and began to hum as he gathered up some clean clothes. "Dude?" Sam asked when his brother failed to respond.

"Yeah?" Dean asked, stopping in the doorway to the bathroom.

"Are you going to answer me?"

"I was with Reggie," Dean stated nonchalantly and closed the door. Sam stood staring at the door, digesting his brother's mood and response.

"Okay," Sam muttered a moment later, still confused. It was only a few minutes later that Dean emerged from the bathroom. Sam realized his brother's hair was wet yet he hadn't heard the shower. "Did you just take a shower?"

"I used the one in Reggie's room."

Dean continued to hum to himself as he began collecting the dirty clothes strewn around the room. "We should probably head out soon," Dean stated before going back to his humming.

Suddenly, everything clicked into place and Sam gaped at Dean in shock.

"Dean, you didn't!" Sam finally managed to blurt out. Dean turned to Sam, his Colt in his hand, a crooked grin plastered on his face. Sam gaped at him for a few moments, trying to process everything through his shocked brain.

"I guess you did," he snorted, shaking his head. Sam began shoving his clothes into a bag, glancing at his brother periodically. "I thought you weren't going to go there with her, man?"

Dean shrugged and continued to pack, the smile still wide across his moving lips. The humming was beginning to creep Sam out.

After they had finished packing everything in the room, Sam opened the door and started across the lot to the Impala. As he opened the trunk, he suddenly realized the black car was the only one left in the lot. Sam glanced around as Dean came around the side of the car lugging the heavy duffle bag filled with weapons.

"Where's Reggie?"

"She left a little while ago." Dean dropped his bag into the trunk with a loud thud. "Oh, she wanted me to tell you "to take care and to keep in touch"."

Dean pulled out two pieces of paper from his pocket and handed one of them to Sam. "That's her email address."

Sam stared at the paper, recognizing Reggie's familiar neat scrawl. Dean still held the second piece of paper. He opened it and began to chuckle, raising Sam's curiosity.

"What's that?" Sam asked, craning his neck as he tried to read the paper. Dean's head snapped up and he quickly folded the paper back up and slipped it into the back pocket of his jeans.

"Nothing," Dean replied shortly. "Ready to hit the road?" He smiled at Sam, waiting for him to respond.

"Sure, okay," Sam replied, his voice drawling out slowly as he eyed his brother suspiciously. Dean ignored the questioning gaze and climbed behind the wheel. He started the car, the engine roaring loudly in the still morning, and waited for Sam, who had left to return the room key.

Sam jogged across the lot to the Impala and opened the passenger door, groaning as music blasted from the car's stereo speakers. "A little early for Def Leppard, don't you think?"

Dean grinned at Sam, shook his head, and spun the knob for the volume, raising it even louder. "Never too early for Def Leppard."

Dean pounded his hands in time with a particular guitar riff then slammed down on the gas pedal. The Impala's tires spun for a second before gaining purchase in the muddy lot. The car shot out onto the highway, heading in the opposite direction of Bridgewater, Dean singing along at the top of his lungs.

THE END

***So, what did you think? Like it? Love it? Wish I'd gone a different route? Please, all reviews are welcome no matter what. Thanks for bearing with me, Sam, Dean, Bobby, and Reggie through this wild ride and I hope you take the time to give me some feedback. Thanks again!***

***Sept. 24, 2010 - Okay, so I listen to a lot of music when I'm writing, but when it comes to Supernatural, there's only one kind of music you can listen to to get the right feel and keep the creative juices flowing: rock and roll! Now, I know some may not call it their cup of tea, but it is the background for almost all the episodes and I've been a big fan since the days of highchairs and bibs. I grew up listening to Nuegent and Jagger (and then some metal was added in later years - thank you Mr. Hetfield!) and I have an old soul. I've seen a few people put playlists at the ends of their chapters or stories and, while I would love to do this, there is just too much to type out.

So, if you would like to know what is on my I-pod (or I-tunes depending on which computer I'm writing on) under "Dean Winchester Radio" I will give you some of the artists: AC/DC, Metallica, Lynyrd Skynryd, Rush, Bon Jovi, Motley Crue, Boston, Guns-N-Roses, Skid Row, Styx, Quiet Riot, Queensryche, Night Ranger, The Rolling Stones, Def Leppard, Alice In Chains, Deep Purple, Foreigner, Johnny Cash, Black Sabbath, Whitesnake, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Journey (yes, Journey - Wheel In The Sky was used a few times in the recaps!), and, of course, Led Zepplin and Kansas. Hope that helps anyone who would be wondering!***