Disclaimer: The supernatural universe; brothers, angel, and impala included, are not mine. Charlie's mine! As are a few others you might not recognize, but for the most part, I thank Erik Kripke and the Supernatural people for their wonderful creation.

"The soldier from the mountain?!"

There was silence as Dylan nodded once in confirmation.

Then all hell broke loose….perhaps literally.

Crowley roared in rage and Dylan was thrown back, her body slamming into the wall. She gasped as she felt something snap, but was lunged forward before she could catch her bearings, tossed into a table hard enough that it broke underneath her, and she felt something else in the direction of her ankle twinge….then it made a loud cracking noise and she screamed.

She was thrown once more onto the flat ground, and her head made contact with the cement ground. Her vision blurred and she blacked out for a moment, and then all of a sudden a searing pain had her back arching, and she tried to scream, but she couldn't. It felt as if her soul were being sucked out of her body…and then all of a sudden it just…stopped.

Dylan blinked quickly, trying to clear her vision as she gasped loudly, and suddenly Sam's face was hovering over her worriedly. She tried to smirk.

"Did we win?" Sam's face morphed into a reluctant smile, and he opened his mouth to respond, but she missed his response…because she'd blacked out.

Sam turned to the others crowded around Dylan, eyes concerned. Then he shot a glare towards where Crowley, now confined and weak from his attempt to forcibly rip Dylan's soul out of her body, lay.

"Dean and I will take care of Crowley." He promised lowly. "Bobby and Cas, get Dylan to the hospital." He turned to Gabe. "Er…you're dismissed, I suppose." Gabe's face fell slightly, and Sam quickly moved to add to his sentence, "Unless you want to go with Cas and Bobby."

Gabriel brightened. "Yeah, I'll probably do that then." He shrugged nonchalantly. "Nothing better to do anyway."

Sam nodded slowly, and the two groups split up to address each task accordingly. Dean was strangely silent as they moved and better bound Crowley, and that worried Sam. Mostly because he thought he knew what was coming.

"Dylan's gotta go."

And there it was. Sam rolled his eyes as Dean finally blurted out what had been on his mind for the past week and a half. To tell the truth, Sam was impressed.

Dean had kept his mouth shut Dylan's entire two day stay in the hospital, didn't breathe a word as Dylan grumbled about her crutches and winced every time she breathed the wrong way and agitated her broken rib, he didn't even bat an eye when she'd had to reluctantly ask Sam to rewrap her ribs every morning and he'd studiously looked away every time Dylan's raw throat had rebelled when she'd tried to speak and her voice had cracked or not even come out at all. (Apparently trying to force a soul out through your throat leaves really bad burns.)

He'd finally cracked now, with Dylan sitting patiently on a park bench as Dean and Sam shopped in a store across the street.

"Go where?" Sam asked, purposely obtuse. "She's not all that mobile at the moment. It's kind of rude to make her run your errands for you."

Dean shot his brother a dark look. "You know what I mean Sammy. Dylan can't hunt with us anymore."

Sam turned to Dean, still speaking lightly, though a bit more seriously. "Because she got hurt? Dean, it happens."

"It shouldn't have to happen to her though." Dean argued. "She's just a kid.

Sam was starting to lose his edge of levity. "She can take care of herself."

"Why is why she's wincing every time she breathes." Dean retorted.

Goodbye levity, hello anger. "Damn it Dean!" Sam threw a can into the cart, and it made a loud clanging noise. "Why do you have to do this?" He asked. "Why?!"

"We're dangerous. We shouldn't get close to people." Dean pressed.

"Dean…I may love you, and it's been the two of us for so long that it's all I really know, but I want to know MORE than that. I want friends, and extended family, people who give a crap about us and check on us, and god-forbid, a relationship that lasts more than one night and that I don't have to PAY for."

"If you're paying for it you're not doing it right," Dean quipped, but swallowed his grin when he saw Sam's face darken. "Sammy, this is just a part of the job."

"It's not a job, it's a prison!" Sam sighed heavily. "But it's worse because you still get that interaction with others and you get to see them have families and friends and maybe we'll get that for a while but we always end up the way we started…alone."

Dean nodded silently. Then he shrugged. "It's not fair, Sammy. But this job is necessary. We protect other people's right to have those kinds of things and end up having to sacrifice it for ourselves. And sure, we could keep Dylan around, heck I WANT to, and she'd be more than fine. But She's not like us Sammy. She has other people, other jobs she could be doing. She has options. How selfish would we be if we kept her? The longer she's at this job the harder it is to go back, Sam. You know that. And she's young. She has her whole life ahead of her. Even if we take her with us and she lives long enough to grow a few gray hairs, she loses her life all the same….just in a different way. I wish I could be selfish enough to say that none of that matters, but I can't. Can you?" Sam sighed heavily, leaning against aisle six like it was all that was keeping him upright.

"You're right Dean. I know you are. But…" He hesitated. "We don't have to do this right now do we? We can wait awhile."

"Fine." Dean nodded. "Tomorrow."

"At the end of the month." Sam argued.

Dean rolled his eyes. "The longer you wait the harder it is."

"You're right." Sam nodded. "Two weeks."

"Tonight." Dean countered.

Sam snapped his fingers. "Once she's fully healed."

Dean narrowed his eyes, but he nodded. "Fine."

"Fine." Sam retorted.

Dean huffed out a laugh. "You're an idiot. C'mon, let's pay for this crap then go get the punk."

Sam smiled. "Deal."

"Alright, kid, we're done, let's go." Dean punched Dylan lightly on the shoulder, and she shot him a look, her phone held to her ear.

"Bobby says I have something at his house." She spoke to Sam. "He wants me to come get it; and he sounds pretty urgent."

Sam and Dean shared a look, and Dean reached for Dylan's phone. "Hey Bobby. We're on our way; be there tonight. Might stay awhile. Deal?"

Bobby must've answered in the affirmative, because Dean grinned and said goodbye.

Sam helped Dylan grab her crutches. "Did he say what you'd left behind?" Sam asked.

Dylan shook her head. "He did say it was something I'd want." She shrugged. "Whatever that means."

Dean shrugged. "Well, we'll find out soon enough, won't we?"

Dylan nodded in agreement. "I guess we will."

"Hey Bobby, long time no see!" Dylan grinned as she hobbled along on her crutches. Bobby stood at the bottom of his steps, an inscrutable look on his face. "So what'd I leave here?" Bobby jerked his head toward the door, and the screen door slammed open as a tall brunette man strode out, blue eyes blazing.

Dylan's face brightened, and she began to move a little quicker, excited at this strange man's entrance. The man took pity on her and closed the distance between the two of them. When he was close enough she allowed her crutches to drop as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and he embraced her back just as tightly.

Dean and Sam shot each other a concerned look, and then turned to Bobby. He shrugged.

"The guy showed up late last night, furious. Said he was looking for Dylan."

"Boyfriend?" Sam guessed, eyes narrowed.

"Yep." Bobby confirmed.

Dean watched the couple hug, brows furrowed.

"I don't like him. He announced.

"I do." Bobby countered. "Surprisingly enough. Come on." He turned. "The guy made dinner. The least you can do is try it." Bobby turned to holler out of the corner of his mouth.

"Get your butt in here so these ruffians can meet your boy toy."

Dylan laughed, but finally extricated herself from her boyfriend's arms.

"So…James." Dean spoke a little harshly. "What is it that you do?"

Dylan smirked, but she said nothing, allowing her boyfriend to make his own first impression.

"I work on a part-time basis with an elite government agency." He spoke smoothly, "But only during the construction of a medical facility I plan on running."

"You know how they have cop bars?" Dylan spoke up, unable to keep quiet, eyes bright. "James" smiled, bemused. "Well, this facility will be a cop hospital, but not exactly for cops."

"For who?" Sam asked.

"For us." Bobby added. The group sat around Bobby's rickety table, plates of pasta in front of them. Everyone dug in easily, the food was delicious. Dean still watched James warily, but Sam had a good feeling about the guy. You could tell from the way he watched Dylan that he cared about her, but he didn't coddle her. He respected her strength, but still wanted to take care of her…which was all Sam needed to know.

"It's for those who don't have insurance but should." "James" explained. "For Hunters, for those who work to protect us but aren't government sanctioned.

"Y'all are fighting to protect us, so we should do the same." Dylan added simply. "The facility will be called the RDK Medical Center and it'll be in D.C."

"Quite a drive from most of our haunts." Dean muttered. He was still skeptic. "So how is that useful for us?"

"We're nationally recognized." "James" shrugged. "It means you walk into any hospital and they'll fly you to our facility if there's time or they'll begin working on you immediately and one of our medics will be flown to you to deal with any…extreme cases."

"You mean to deal with any unexplainable injuries?" Sam interjected, and James smiled.

"Exactly."

"We've figured out the whole "nationally recognized" thing." Dylan mused. "Right now, while we're finishing the building, we're trying to hire what we're going to call "Travel Medics", who will be either full time doctors, nurses, or paramedics, who would be will to travel and work odd hours in tandem with the RDK center."

"Ideally we want a travel Medic located every 50 mile radius throughout the entire United States." James finished.

"So it's more accessible." Dylan added sweetly, winking at Dean who just rolled his eyes.

"That's a tall order." Sam spoke, impressed. "How's that going?"

"It's a slow process, but we've got connections." James smirked. "Or…she does."

Dylan rolled her eyes. "Traveling with you guys has helped." She added, directing her statement to the Winchester brothers. "I've been able to reach a lot of areas that I hadn't yet."

James' eyes darkened. "I'm sure you got quite a few contacts during that two day stay at the Illinois hospital that you deigned not to tell me about."

Dean's eyes widened. "You didn't tell…" Dylan shook her head with a grimace, and Dean laughed. "Oh, you're in trouble."

"Dylan! You didn't tell him you got hurt?" Sam chastised.

"I did too! I told him...sometime after I was released." Dylan defended.

James nodded. "She did." He confirmed. "In a text."

"IN A-" Dean began to laugh harder. "You are in SO much trouble."

"Sorry babe." Dylan grumbled. James shrugged. "Prove it."

Dylan shot her boyfriend a glare. "How?" She argued.

James looked at Bobby who just shrugged. "Dylan, don't you think you've gotten everything you needed out of hunting?"

Dylan nodded slowly. "I mean, everything I've needed, yeah. But I genuinely enjoy hunting, and the company isn't so bad." She winked at the Winchesters.

"But what about the medical center?" Sam pressed. "Shouldn't you be focusing on that? And all your other projects?"

"We don't mind having you around," Dean added. "But isn't it time you turned your focus to other things?"

"We'll only ever be a phone call away." Sam promised, eyes suspiciously bright.

Dylan crossed her arms. "Are you voting me off the island?"

"It's for the best." Bobby spoke gruffly.

Dylan pouted, pushing out her bottom lip. James reached for her hand.

"It's time." He said quietly, and Dylan sighed heavily.

"You're right." She agreed. "We'll head out in the morning?" James nodded, and she huffed. Then she brightened. "Fine. But we'll saving our goodbyes for tomorrow. Tonight; let's just have a good time."

She stood, using the table as support. "Dean, call Cas," she ordered. "Sam, get ahold of Gabe."

"Sweetheart," She turned to James, "go start a fire outside, Bobby, show me where your s'mores are." She rolled her eyes. "Let's just have a good time."

And have a good time they did.

Dylan narrowed her eyes as she stared down the three men in front of her. She'd said her farewells to Cas and Gabe last night, and the two had promised to call her and bug her mercilessly. Now the only goodbyes that needed to be said were to Dean and Sam and Bobby.

She wilted suddenly. "I can't do it." She spoke miserably. "You guys need me; I can't go!" Sam pulled her into a giant hug.

"Don't take this the wrong way," He spoke into her hair. "But we don't need you." Dylan pulled away, and Sam grinned. "Want you? Absolutely. But need you?" He shrugged. "There are other people who need you more. We're not going to be selfish." Dean snorted, and Sam rolled his eyes, letting Dylan go so she could turn to Bobby.

"Be good," was all he said. Dylan rolled her eyes, but took what she could get. She turned to Dean, who was studiously not looking at her. "I'll miss you." She tried. Still Dean wouldn't look her way. "Don't do anything too stupid while I'm gone." She attempted, but that didn't work either. Dylan narrowed her eyes.

"Dean Winchester." She used her soldier voice, and Dean turned to her. "I know you wanted to say good-bye on your terms, but you don't get to. I'm leaving. Not forever, but we've gotta go our own way now. And you WILL hug me. Do you understand?" Deans mouth quirked into a smile, and Dylan imperiously opened her arms. Dean wrapped her up in a hug to rival Sam's and the hug went on long enough for James to shake Bobby's hand, promise to meet Sam for drinks at some point so the two could bond, and then turn to watch Dean closely to make sure the hug stayed appropriate. Finally the two let go, and Dylan smiled, then let James help her into the passenger seat of a navy SUV. She rolled the window down and waved as James drove them away.

"So long!" She hollered. "And thanks for all the fish!"

The three men watched the vehicle drive away, standing there long after the car had vanished. Bobby was the first to move; back to his garage with a grumble. Then Sam moved to the library, with a sniffle. Dean stayed where he was, just thinking.

He didn't like the punk…but he sure was gonna miss her.

"So…successful trip?" Bucky asked his girlfriend lightly.

She shrugged. "Yeah." She added truthfully. "I'm gonnna miss them."

Bucky smiled. "I know. But you'll be pretty busy."

"You're right." Charlie straightened. "I've got things to do. People to meet."

"Elections to rig." Bucky added with a grin, and Charlie smacked him.

"I'm not going to rig them." She chastised. "I'm going to even the playing field. Give someone who actually wants to fix things a chance."

"How noble." He teased. Charlie rolled her eyes. But then she grinned.

"You're right. I'll miss them. But I'll be busy." Charlie turned from the window to send Bucky a warm smile.

"I've got a life to live."

Bucky returned her smile. Then he chuckled.

"Besides, I'm sure you'll see them again." He turned to the road. "There'll be some huge catastrophe you'll need to help them with or something."

"Or the other way around." Charlie grinned.

"Or not, if we're lucky." Bucky rolled his eyes. "No offense, but I'd rather deal with one of THEIR catastrophe's than one that centers around YOU."

"Agreed." Charlie nodded. "But are we really that lucky?"

Bucky sighed and shook his head.

"No." He answered. "We are NOT that lucky."

*tears up while writing this.*

I loved this story...it's sad for me to finish it. BUT! The Winchesters and Angel-Bros and Bobby show up once more in Charlie's Terrible Horrible...the GLITCH FINALE! It's the biggest crossover to ever crossover (not really but shhh) and you'll see everyone from throughout the series make an appearance! Chapter One will be up sometime NEXT WEEK!

ALSO: BUCKY is kind of the travel companion to the series; and reading it all the way through is a really great way to be up-to-date on everything before reading GLITCH. I have two more chapters to add to that story before it is ALSO finished, and those chapters should be posted by Sunday at the latest.

AHHH. THE END IS NIGH!

Thank you everyone for sticking with me throughout this crazy process! I love you all, and I hope you enjoyed this installment! I hope to see you at BUCKY or CHARLIE, but if this is where the ride stops for you...I understand! Thank you for all the support and kind words!

I do sincerely love you ALL.

~CLC~