Author's Note - This follows the last six episodes of season three(minus Ghostfacers), I just added my own character into the mix and a few more things. I don't own any of the characters or the episodes, just Apple and the plot following the NRFTW. Let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Review please. (:

Author's Note #2 - Sorry this one took me a little longer to get out. A couple things happend here I had to take care of, anyway. Thanks for the reviews, and I'm glad everyone's seemed to enjoy the story. I had a nice time writing it. (: Anyway, this is the basically the last chapter. But, I am currently writing an epilogue which should be out either today, or tomorrow. Monday at the lastest depending on what happens. Hope you guys have enjoyed it, and thank you so much for reading.

May angels lead you in
Chapter Twenty-five

Sam stirred, his hazel eyes opening to stare at the dust particles that floated through the streams of sunlight. He sighed as he turned over and away from the light. He was almost shocked to find Courtney in bed beside him. The events of the day before ran through his mind. His heart clenched and unclenched as he remembered having to burn Apple's body. It occurred to him that having Courtney beside him was actual a comfort more than anything. The warmth of her body beside him made him feel almost alive, which he thought would be difficult to feel again given the circumstances.

"Hey," Courtney mumbled as she opened her eyes slightly.

"Morning." Sam said in reply. "How are you doing?"

"I'm alright, I guess. You?"

"I was thinking about leaving Bobby's today. I just don't know if staying here anymore is good for me, or for you."

Courtney nodded her head as she sat up. She looked around the room and stared out the window, the sun shined through attempting to brighten their day. She sighed as she ran her fingers lightly through her blond hair. Sam watched her actions intently, wondering what it would be like to touch her hair as she did now. He shut the idea out immediately and climbed out of bed.

"I'm going to go talk to Bobby. I'll see you in the kitchen."

The blond's blue eyes watched the man as we walked out of the door and left her to herself. She closed her eyes for a minute and smiled, everything was going to be alright. She had a strong feeling that Apple and Dean were going to be okay, and safe. She also had a feeling that Sam and herself were going to be alright as well.

X – X – X – X

"Morning Bobby."

"Morning Sam. Coffee?"

Sam nodded his head as he slid into a chair at the kitchen table. He smiled slightly as Bobby handed him a cup. Sam stared at the dark liquid before looking up at Bobby once more. "I think Courtney and I are going to head out of here today."

Nodding his head in understanding, Bobby took a seat beside Sam. "You've always got this place, Sam. Just remember that. You two need anything, you can always come here."

"Thanks, Bobby. It means a lot. Hey, do you think Dean and Apple are alright?"

"I'd like to think so. You saw them together, you should know they'd both do anything for each other. They'd do anything for you too, you know."

Sam took a drink of his coffee. "I'm not sure what to do next. Do you think settling down would be a bad idea? I just... I'm not sure I can continue to hunt without Apple, or Dean. It'd just... be too hard." He sighed as he looked away from Bobby. "I just don't want Dean to be disappointed in me if I should choose to get out of the hunting business."

"Sam, you know that Dean would just want you to be happy. He always tried to give you that normal life you so desperately wanted. You need to decide what's best for you." His blue eyes watched the younger man. The poor boy had been through so much; he'd lost everyone he loved. Maybe it was time Sam got away from hunting.

"I don't know. I guess I'll figure it out. Thank you, again, Bobby."

X – X – X – X

Courtney kissed the older man's cheek as she thanked Bobby for everything he had done for them. She promised him that she would look after Sam, and that the pair would keep in touch with him. She tucked herself in to the passenger seat of the Impala and looked over at Sam.

"You going to be okay?" Her voice asked quietly.

"Yeah, I think so," Sam said just as quiet. He took one last look at Bobby before starting the engine of the Impala.

He wished so badly that Apple and Dean could be here with them. Dean would be in his rightful place behind the wheel of the car, him in the passenger seat, and Apple in the back. Sighing, he put the Impala into drive and drove away from Bobby's house.

"Where are we going?"

"I'm not sure."

X- X – X – X

Dean looked up in surprise as the door to his cell opened; the hinges squeaked in protest. He was sure he'd never seen the door actually open before. His green eyes widened as a bright white light flooded the room. What the hell?

"Dean."

"Apple?" His eyes seemed to widen even more as the brunette girl entered the room. Her face was a healthy natural color, her skin glowed, and the white summer dress she wore seemed to billow out, as if air were blowing around her. She looked positively beautiful; it nearly took Dean's breath away. "What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here. You don't belong in hell."

"You don't belong here either, Dean. You know that." As she took small steps toward him, Dean couldn't help but notice how she seemed to float on air. Her steps were so light and carefree. He wanted to back up, to get away from her. He knew this had to be another cruel joke hell was playing on him; this wasn't real. Her blue eyes sparkled as she smiled at him. "And to answer your first question, I've come to take you home."

With suspicion in his eyes, he cautiously eyed her outstretched hand. "Home?"

"That's right babe, I'm here to take you home."

"Home," he repeated.

"Yes. You really didn't think you were going to spend eternity here, did you?"

"Well, yeah."

"Dean, your soul doesn't belong in hell. It belongs to me, just like my soul belongs to you. That night, in New Harmony, when you looked into my eyes after you shut the door; do you remember that?" Dean nodded his head and waited for her to continue. "You gave a piece of your soul to me, and vice versa. You've been in purgatory, and hell has just been toying with you."

"But, Sammy..."

"He's going to be just fine. An angel's looking after him."

"An angel?" Dean questioned.

"Okay, I know it sounds weird but you're just going to have to trust me alright?"

"You're sure Sammy's going to be okay?"

"Dean. I promise Sam is going to be okay. You think I'd leave without knowing he'd be alright? He's in good hands, I promise."

"So this home..."

"You'll see. Every thing's all taken care of." Apple looked into Dean's eyes once more, "Come on, Dean. You've done your job, it's time to go home."

With one last breath and look into Apple's strong gaze, he laced his fingers with hers. "Okay." For the first time in his life, he felt nothing but peace and love.

(hear you me – jimmy eat world)