Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.
A/N: How did you like my cliffy last chapter? Well at least you can find out what happens now.
Several things happened nearly as once. Sam groaned and grabbed at his head as Azazel's face shifted to a permanent look of surprise as a bullet entered him. The bullet sparked as it entered his forehead and a moment later the monster fell to the floor seeming to be dead. The gun clattered to the floor a second later as it had been suspended in mid-air. Dean also fell to the floor and hissed as he felt the bruise that was his back again make contact with the wall. Sam groaned again and Dean managed to inch away from the wall and ask.
"Sammy are you okay?" the nickname that he used to call Sam when he was a kid slipped out like it did sometimes, when he was worried about him.
"My head hurts." Sam admitted although it was quite obvious. "Telekinesses." Sam's telekinesis or Azazel's telekinesis against him? Dean wondered briefly before deciding it was probably a combination of the two. Besides there was something a little more prominent on his mind.
Sam had just killed Azazel, a feat he hadn't been entirely sure that Sam would be able to do. Sam's eyes snapped up at the ceiling and Dean tried to move as well only to find his back unwilling to move much unless it was absolutely necessary.
"You killed him."
"Of course I did." Sam said right away still looking at the ceiling. Dean had to make sure that he didn't allow the happy tears that wanted to come out do as they wished, even though they really wanted to escape.
"You killed him for me." Dean said again, he might be able to stop the tear but he couldn't stop the happy grin on his face. Sam briefly glance at him before he looked back at the ceiling then he nodded and tried to look happy but was failing. Sam had been prepared to watch Dean kill Azazel, he hadn't been prepared to killed Azazel himself. Killing the man that had been like a father to him hadn't been part of the deal, it might take Sam some time to sort all that out even if Dean didn't like it.
"Thank you." he said instead, this time a small but weak grin come over Sam's face. They heard footstep on the stairs and looked up in time to see the woman make her way slowly into the kitchen. As soon as she descended into the kitchen she stared wide eyed at the body on her floor.
"Oh my-" she said as she walked backwards until she came to a wall where she covered her mouth with one of her hands, she was obviously horrified. Dean tried to get up to his feet to reassure, or explain, or something, but when he tried he fell back to the ground. His back was one big bruise, at least he was hoping that it was a bruise. Sam slowly got to his feet instead, he also didn't look like he was in perfect health as he had got throw into a wall as well and there was blood leaking onto his face from somewhere in his hair.
"Hey. Hey it's okay." he said in his soothing voice that seemed to get to everyone. Normally he was jealous of that voice, but at the moment he was just grateful.
"How can it be okay?" the woman yelled hysterically looking at the dead body on her kitchen floor.
"He was a bad guy." Sam said thankfully not using the word demon.
"He had yellow eyes." the woman said grabbing onto Sam probably trying to grasp him like he was her sanity. Sam glanced at him like he was saying how much should we tell her? Dean shrugged.
"He was a bad guy." Sam just said again and Dean raised his eyebrows slightly at his response, Sam shrugged back. She grabbed onto Sam even tighter, she pulled him into the tightest hug he was sure that his brother had ever had. Making Sam look uncomfortable and at the same time like he couldn't breath terribly well.
"Hey." Dean said and the woman jumped and backed up a little along the wall just enough to let Sam be able to breathe again. "It's okay. He's gone, he can't hurt you anymore." he said in his own version of Sam's soothing tone.
"What was he?" she asked still firmly in the freaking out stage of finding out about the supernatural. Not that he really blamed her much.
"It doesn't matter, he's gone, you're safe, you're family's safe" Dean said not wanting to lie but at the same time wanting to woman life to remain as normal as it could be after something like this.
"It doesn't matter?" The woman said slightly incredulous, but a the same time like she wanted to convince herself of it as well.
"Yeah everything's okay." Sam said jumping in. "You should go check on your children." The woman nodded several times before making her way slowly up the stairs.
"We should go before she comes back." Sam said and made his way over to him where he helped Dean stand up, which wasn't a pleasant experience at all due to the pain in his back. Sam was holding most of his weight as they made their way out of the house that they used to live in. The house in which they had killed the man that had ruined their lives. Dean's eyes, as Sam was helping out the door, focused on a small chip in the windowsill in the living room. It was from when he had been a kid and he had broken a lamp on accident. There were probably another million details like that in the house, which was why he was glad to be getting out of it. Sam helped down the steps and several more steps toward the Impala when he paused, probably to catch his breath for a bit due to supporting a lot of Dean's weight.
Sam and Dean as one without talking looked at the house, where so much had happened in so little time. The demon was gone. Completely gone, out of their lives. They no longer had to run and hide. If they wanted they could do anything, even live normal lives now. It seemed crazy since they had been hunting for over four years now.
After a few more seconds Sam continued helping Dean towards the car and eased him into the passenger's seat. It was one of the few times he was okay with it, since he knew that he was in no condition to driving with how his back was. He just hoped that it was bruised and nothing more serious than that. However given the look that Sam was giving him he was pretty sure a hospital was in his future. He hated hospitals. Sam quickly made his way to the driver's seat as Dean heard the sound of sirens in the distance. Yeah, it was definitely time to go.
Sam speed out of there and lost the sirens pretty quickly. They were on the freeway a short time later and Dean looked up to see how Sam's cut was doing. Sam better not have a concussion since he was driving his baby. If he screwed up his car he would kill him.
"What are we going to do now?" Sam's voice interrupted his thoughts. He honestly for a long time hadn't been sure that they would ever kill Azazel. Especially killing Azazel and living to tell the tale was not something he had thought would happen, but it had. So while he had thought about being free and having revenge, he had never really actually thought about after. He had never thought about what they would do after. They could do anything. They could go back home and Dean could show Sam to all his friends, or rather he guessed co-workers. Sam could get a job and they could share an apartment or something like that. They could do that... but that didn't rally appeal to Dean much. He wanted to keep hunting. Saving people, hunting things the two of them had made it into their own family business.
"I kind of partial to hunting. I'm not sure I could go back to a normal apple pie after all of this. What about you?" Dean said like it didn't really matter to him that much, but he watched Sam's face intently for his reaction, Sam smiled.
"I'm good with that. I'm good with anything." although Sam didn't say it aloud he could hear the unspoken words in his smile of 'as long as it's with you.' Dean smiled back as well.
A/N: We are nearing the end here. This was originally going to be my last chapter but there is actually one more chapter left before the end. I hope to have it up very soon :)