Epilogue

The Louisiana morning sun shone brightly through the trees behind the house and as LeSalle trudged down the path towards the still closed church where the priest had died, he couldn't help, but think of his conversation with Drew the night before. The words echoed through his head.

"Why'd ya do it?" Drew asked as he lay in bed in a sort of heap. He was bandaged where he'd been cut from the fight and his head and chest were elevated. "Why'd ya keep such a secret from us?"

"I guess I was scared," LeSalle replied. "Things can get pretty scary when you've got something to hide."

The grass was covered in dew and LeSalle kicked a rock down the dirt path in front of him. The rock skidded to a halt once it hit a tree and all he could remember was Drew's body shooting into the tree as Eve was jerked around by LeSalle's powers. The sun felt warm on his skin. It felt like a hug from his mother from so long ago. He couldn't help, but think that's exactly what it was. He'd attended the church in the woods as long as he could remember and he recalled walking down the path he was taking now to get there when he was very little. His hand in his fathers and a strong smile cast down his way as they went every time.

"Why would ya be scared of us?" Drew asked, his big doe eyes making LeSalle's heart flutter the way it had when he'd first looked into them. He helped Drew stay upright as he adjusted the blankets around his lover. "Delilah and me, we would never hurt ya."

"I figured you'd turn tail and grabs ya guns is all," LeSalle explained. "I figured I'd turn into something you'd hunt."

LeSalle reached the church in record time. It was still early and no one in his house would be awake yet. No one would be at church either and their part of the city would be asleep with an exception of the few who got up at the crack of dawn like him every day. Although LeSalle didn't sleep much, he didn't need to. It was both a perk and a downfall of being a Warlock.

"I love you Sallie," Drew replied with a hint of slight worry in his voice. "Why would you ever doubt that? Delilah, hell she's like our sister. We're your family. Doesn't that mean everything?"

"It does," LeSalle nodded, taking Drew's hand in his and kissing the back of it. "That's why I had to be sure. Ya understand right?"

"I think I'm beginning to." Drew nodded and smiled tiredly at the gesture.

LeSalle went inside of the church. The doors creaked as he opened them from age and he looked up to see the sun going through the stained glass picture of Jesus in the manger and through cobwebs and dust resting in the glass' corners. He scanned the pews for those few stragglers who came and prayed to a God who listened to them as best He could. But this time the pews were bare and even a few were covered in dust. LeSalle sat in the front row, a foreign seat for him.

"Ya didn't think we'd actually stake ya did ya?" Delilah asked, appalled he'd even bring the thought up to her. "I mean God Salle ya gotta be crazy for thinking something like that!"

"Ya'll are hunters ain't ya," LeSalle said. "I was doing what I thought would be best for all of us."

"We're your family Salle," Delilah sighed as she paced back and forth in the front room. LeSalle's eyes were on her constantly. "You've kept this for years. I just can't believe it."

"Ya always told me when ya met me that something was different about me," LeSalle explained. "Ya never told me what, but I'm telling ya now this is what it is. I kept it from ya 'cuz it's dangerous shit that should only be done by me. I didn't want ya and Drew ta be interested in it much less think I was sent from the devil or something."

"LeSalle Parker," Delilah rolled her eyes. "Ya go ta church every single Sunday. Course you're not from the devil's right hand. Why if ya were I doubt you'd even be able ta set foot in the place."

"Just checking to make sure you're not gonna stake and burn me is all." LeSalle replied.

"Now why would I do that?" Delilah crossed her arms and stared at him. "Give me one good reason."

"If I annoy ya enough ya just might." LeSalle smirked.

He didn't know whether to pray or just sit in silence and stare at everything. He doubted the church would ever open up ever again now that the last owner in the family was dead. Hurricanes had nearly wiped the establishment out before and the family had had to rebuild multiple times. LeSalle feared it would end up in the swamp in a few shorts months just like everything else left to rot in the city. He'd have taken a million pictures if only he'd had a camera, but it seemed a bit sacrilegious the more he thought about it. He chose to pray for a moment instead and then look around. It only seemed right.

"Lilith was using Eve to help her break the seals," Castiel explained to the Winchester brothers that night as they were packing their bags for their departure the next morning. "We had originally thought Lilith was doing the dirty work herself, but just as any other demon would she's using hit men and allies. The seal she broke with the ghosts was the fourteenth. There are many more you two are meant to save. Some we will lose others we will win. This one was, fortunately for us, a victory."

LeSalle could picture Deacon sitting across from him and taunting him, but he was so used to it he almost didn't remember Deacon and he were on okay terms now. They weren't friends, but they weren't entirely enemies anymore either. He doubted they'd ever work any cases together ever again, but one could only hope for so much. LeSalle was simply thankful he'd be able to be in public with his family in peace from now on. He ran his fingers across the small grooves in the wood in the seat of the pew as he let comfort wash over him with the thought.

"Ya daddy would be proud of ya," Loretta said to LeSalle when she found him on the front porch of the house after everyone else was already asleep. She leaned on the railing just as he was doing and looked up at the starry night sky. "He might not have had many friends, but he sure knew the importance of family."

"I told them both," LeSalle replied. "They know now, but there's so much they don't know. How do I explain not needing to sleep as much, the magic and the slow, yet almost non-existent aging?"

"All in due time," Loretta smiled. "They will understand. They love ya. There's no doubt about that."

LeSalle stood and walked down the aisle, looking at each pew as if memorizing them before they too became remnants of the past in the bayou. He took one last look behind him as he exited the church and was met with warmth and the muggy air of Louisiana. The mosquitoes were just beginning to wake up too, but LeSalle was thankful they didn't like the taste of his blood. He shut the doors behind him and made his way down the steps before vanishing into thin air as if he'd never been there to begin with.

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"Y'all give us a call if you're ever in New Orleans again ya hear?" Delilah said to Sam and Dean as she helped them load their car. Dean slammed the trunk shut and hugged Delilah. She let him linger for a moment before pulling away and hugging Sam. "And take care of yourselves."

"We will," Sam nodded with a smile. "Thanks Lila. You make sure Drew heals. He's a good hunter."

"Oh trust me I'll keep the boys in line," Delilah winked. She looked over at Drew, who was standing with Loretta by the fence and smiling and waving at the brothers. "I always do."

"Good," Dean nodded. "We'll keep in touch. Speaking of? Where's LeSalle?"

"God only knows," Delilah said. "Probably walking, he's always up early."

"Alright well tell him we said goodbye," Dean said. "And that he's welcome to ring me up anytime you guys need us."

"Will do," Delilah shut the door behind Dean and stepped back as he started up the Impala. "Take care boys."

Dean waved to everyone as he pulled out of the driveway and onto the road that lead away from LeSalle's house. He started down the road, but at the last second he saw LeSalle on the porch, smiling and waving at them. Dean smiled in response and Sam looked over at him.

"You know I don't think I would mind hunting in New Orleans again," Sam said. "What about you Dean?"

"Yeah," Dean nodded and turned up the radio. "Back in Black" was blasting from the local station. "I wouldn't mind in the least Sammy."

"Don't call me that..." Sam rolled his eyes as the two brothers drove down the road and the old white house disappeared from sight behind them.

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Hours later...

The night was young as LeSalle Parker, Drew Tanner and Delilah Ray made their way through the front door of Lou's Bar and Grill and plopped down on their three favorite bar stools. LeSalle ordered their usual drinks and once they received them he proposed a toast to a job well done. The trio cheered in triumph and drank merrily. Across the room Deacon sat with his other friends Nick and Bentley, also drinking a round of beers and watching the local news. Delilah was listening to some joke Drew was telling about a cat and a pair of pants while LeSalle looked over in the direction of the television too.

"Local Authorities have found a body in the bayou," the reporter said. "They claim that something most peculiar has been found too. The neck of the victim was punctured in two exact spots resembling what the authorities are hesitating to call 'fangs'."

LeSalle saw Deacon and his friends stand. He also saw Drew and Delilah stand and look over at the group.

"What are ya looking at?" Nick glared and was about to spout off more obscenities before Deacon put his arm in front of him and stopped him.

"Let it go." Deacon looked LeSalle in the eyes as the Warlock's smirk widened and he looked at the television one last time before watching Deacon's friends walk out to their cars to prepare to go to the potential hunt. Deacon hesitated and watched as LeSalle vanished before his very eyes, a hint of purple in his eyes as he went.

"Damn it LeSalle Parker!" Deacon exclaimed, wanting one up on the hunt at hand. Drew and Delilah made their way towards their vehicle to meet LeSalle where the body was found. And all Deacon heard was a bit of laughter before silence filled the air.

The End

A/N: I was listening to Shake It Off through this last chapter. I regret nothing. Now that was a wild ride right? I hope y'all enjoyed it too. I know I did. LeSalle was the most interesting and the most fun character I've ever written so far (yeah better than Paul Wakefield too, if you don't know who that is go read my fic Hollywood's Not America). I enjoyed writing this story and I hope that y'all want to see more of LeSalle in the future maybe? ;)

Until my next story!