I took a huge step with this chapter, especially with the ending. Please comment and Enjoy!

Sam's POV

My hand hurt like hell as I bent down to gather the candles we didn't need while Dean and Christina worked on filling up the hole with dirt. We were both impressed at how quickly the hole was filled up with Christina helping.

"Rest in peace." I said as Dean and Christina patted the ground hard.

"Yeah for good this time, okay." Dean added bending down to pick up a hammer and chisel Christina ingeniously thought of as an added protection spent a half an hour taking off the symbols just to make sure they won't bring her back.

I let out a grunt as I picked up the duffel bag with the stakes we had used to pin Angela inside. "You know the whole fake ritual thing, luring Angela into the cemetery? Pretty sharp."

"Thanks." Dean beamed as we walked taking our time to get to the car.

"But did we have to use me as bait?" I inquired.

"I figured you were more her type. You know, she had pretty crappy taste in guys." I laughed but groaned flexing my fingers slowly.

"I think she broke my hand." I said wincing as we continued to walk.

"You're just too fragile." Dean laughed. "We'll get it looked at later once we get back to Bobby's." I saw Dean stop and turn. He was looking at Mom's headstone and I could see pain in his eyes.

"You want to stay for a while?" I asked, and Dean shook his head.

"Okay, I'll meet you at the hotel just outside of town." Christina said as we loaded up the trunk. We watched as she walked back to mom's headstone and tapped it a few times before walking away towards the other side of the cemetery.

End of Sam's POV

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Dean's POV

We had met up with Christina just at the hotel she said she would be. As soon as she climbed into the Impala we were off heading towards our temporary home with Bobby.

We had driven for a couple of hours and I looked in the back to see Christina fast asleep her head moving with each bounce of the car. Even though I thought it was pretty funny should could be asleep so fast I couldn't smile.

Sam could tell something was up and I pulled off to the side of the road quickly. Making Christina sit up and look around. "What's wrong?" Sam asked before I climbed out. Seconds later I found myself sitting on the hood of the car with Sam and Christina both coming out.

"I'm sorry." I said my voice cracking. I didn't care.

"For what?" Sam asked as he sat down next to me on the hood. Christina just stood there trying to calm by rubbing my back.

"The way I've been acting these last few months." I said tears were starting to form in my eyes. "And for dad. I mean, he was our dad. All three of us and it's my fault he's gone."

"Not all your fault." Christina said softly. But the glare I gave her made her shut her mouth.

"You know it's been on my mind. Ever since I woke up in the hospital I made a full recovery. We both have. It was a miracle. And then five minutes later, Dad's dead and the Colt's gone."

"Dean." Sam and Christina both said trying destroy the doubt that was now in my head.

"Look you can tell me there's no connection there. I don't know how the demon was involved. I don't know how it all went down, but dad's dead because of me. If I weren't dying he would still be alive."

"Dean," Christina hissed jumping off the impala and was now standing in front of me her eyes filling up with tears. "You're not the only one that survived that day. You forget I was there too. I was in the same damn boat you were. I'm not freaking out about it, because there's nothing I can do. We just got to take what we're given and go with it. We go looking for that damned yellow eyed demon. Find the colt. Finally take him out. Avenge dad that way and not throwing ourselves in front of a speeding train you've been doing these last few months."

"She's right, Dean." Sam said. "We don't know that. Not for sure."

"Guys..." I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. "You both and dad...are the most important people in my life. And now...thinking back I should never have come back. It's not normal for someone who like me to bounce back like that. Sam you wanted to know why I was doing well there you go." I wiped at the tears that were now streaming down my face Christina still stood in front of me. Sam silently nodding. "So tell me. What could you possibly say to me, to make this all right?"

We stood next to the Impala staring at each other before something brushed in my ear. A voice that I barely remember say, "Carry on."

End of Dean's POV