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Epilogue

Sometimes Dean worries about Sam for not trying to be human. Dean knows it's his brother's way of trying to come to terms with the idea that they'll be this way forever. But the way Sam takes to using magic scares him. Sam can go without any form of sustenance for days before feeling a familiar twinge of pain in his stomach. He can last over a week without rest before feeling the need to collapse. He can travel through doorways that aren't seen by mortals.

A speck of fear makes Dean wonder if Sam will ever stop using magic.

Sometimes Dean feels guilty for not allowing himself to use magic. He knows a lot of good could come from using his powers but then again the road to Hell is paved with good intentions. He's not planning on visiting Hell again.

~~0O0~~

Sometimes it worries Sam when Dean tries too hard to be human. Sam knows it's his brother's way of showing defiance for a gift he never wanted. Dean keeps fighting every slip of magic by trying to be normal in their not-so-normal life. Dean still eats at the same time every day. He'll still sleep the 'required' 7-8 hours a human adult needs every night. He still breaks into cars to drive to every hunt no matter how far away they have to travel.

There's nothing Sam can say or do to make Dean stop.

Sometimes Sam feels like he's betraying his brother for using magic. This thing Loki left behind has saved them from being crippled or worse. It's saved them from weeks of healing broken limbs and ugly scars but it's not enough. Sam knows Dean will never accept it as being enough. Even after all these years it'll never be enough.

Dean ignores the sound of laughter in the distance. He assumes he's hearing things due to exhaustion after not getting any sleep recently. But there it is again coming from somewhere he can't pin point and it grows louder. He only has a split second to prepare himself before the fabric of the world tears open to suck him in and dumps him out on a busy street. The Winchester growls in irritation because last time this happened he had to travel across 5 states before finding his way back to the bunker.

As he stands he takes in the people walking past him, no one seems to notice him, and wonders what city he fell into. He almost approaches someone to ask until he notices the signs around him. They're all in a foreign language. If he stares long enough he knows the words will change and he'll understand them but instead he closes his eyes. He never thought he'd get dumped somewhere outside the United States.

Dean isn't adept enough to call on his power to open a doorway and Sam would probably leave him there for several days as a lesson. So with a great sigh he moves into an alley and summons someone he never thought he'd rely on.

Mayhem appears with a bored expression and doesn't look at the hunter.

"I'm not helping."

Dean has to bite his tongue and remind himself not to make demands because this being has the ability to remove him from this plane of existence. Instead he tries to channel Sam into his words.

"Look, something called me here," Dean says, "Something with chaos and I don't know what it means."

Mayhem perks at the word 'chaos' and the Winchester tries not to shudder. Mayhem grins and looks around before disappearing. Dean stands unmoving before realizing Mayhem isn't coming back. A part of him wants to punch himself for trying to be friendly towards Mayhem. With his only way home off to who knows where, he decides to kill time walking through the city before calling Sam for help.

"Hehe..."

The laughter is right next to him but when he turns there's no one there. Dean reaches for his gun only to feel Mayhem's hand stop him.

"Found it."

And if Dean thought Mayhem looked dangerous before it's nothing compared to the look he has now. It almost makes the Winchester run away.

"Over there."

The hunter follows Mayhem's line of sight to a group tourists in front of a store surrounded by children begging for money. He wouldn't think anything of it except Mayhem is smiling fondly and isn't that a scary thought.

Dean approaches the crowd taking in every face and calculates whether or not they're a danger. He tenses when a small hand slips into his pocket and takes his wallet. He reaches out to catch the thief but the boy is already moving through the mass of bodies to escape.

Mayhem whispers, "Better hurry."

The Winchester takes off running, pushing people out of his way to reach the child.

At some point during the chase he almost loses the kid until Mayhem knocks the hunter into an empty parking lot. When he steadies himself again he sees two boys no older than eight tearing through his wallet, pocketing fake ID's and credit cards. Dean hardens his face and forces a bit of magic into his voice when he calls to them.

"That's mine."

To his surprise the shortest of the two moves forward to stand protectively in front of the other prepared to fight. Dean almost wonders if this is what he looks like when he tries to protect Sam.

"Look just give me my wallet and I won't call the police." Dean wonders if they even understand what he's saying but is too impatient to use his magic to translate his words.

He steps forward, a sliver of energy ready in his palm in case they try to run away. He hopes he won't need to use it on them. The raven haired boy, the tallest of the two, shuffles forward with his hand outstretched to return some of the items.

"Don't," hisses the short brunet.

"But-"

Whatever Dean is about to say dies in his throat because these two feel familiar. He can't help himself but pull the raven haired boy to face him and look into his eyes. He almost chokes because he's only met one other person with eyes that green. All the malice he's ever felt towards the trickster disappears because whatever happened in his previous life doesn't matter anymore.

"Hey! Let go of my brother!"

Dean grabs the tiny fist aimed for his face and now up close even the brunets eyes have the same edge and fury that could only belong to an archangel. The boys let out a muffled scream when the hunter pulls them in for a hug. The boys panic and struggle to break free but no amount of kicking or biting seems to work.

"How's this even possible?" Dean frowns as he sets them down. "We never thought you could do this."

The children huddle together casting wary glances at the hunter. The brunette gathers his courage and asks, "Who are you?"

It would be easy to lie to them and walk away but Dean knows he can't do that. He can't leave two kids that are somewhat related to him in a different country to scavenge for food and shelter for the rest of their lives.

"I'm your brother, Dean."

~FIN

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