A/N: Do not own spn. Yes, sad. Very very sad.

Okay, so I'm sorry it took a little while to get this up. I needed to take a short break from it. Beware, this chapter gets pretty intense! One of the reviews I got asked for someone to happen...so...I made it happen. Also, I kind of freaked out a reader...They mentioned something having to do with Cas (you know who you are) and I liked the idea that they had accidentally given me, hah! But...I decided to be nice and go for someone else instead. ^.^ Good luck!

Chapter 12

Dean laid there in bed, thinking. What the hell was he supposed to do? He has another little brother to take care of. Was it inappropriate for Adam to work for him since they were so closely related? Did that mean he had to fire his little brother?

No, it's a family owned business. That means you can have family working for you. Who was going to tell Adam? Was it really his responsibility to break the news to him? How should he tell him? When should he tell him? What the hell would he say?

Cas rolled over towards Dean and watched as Dean just laid there staring at the ceiling. After Sam and Gabe had left, Cas had convinced Dean to go into the bedroom with him and try to relax. He'd gotten Dean to open up and tell him exactly what had happened between him and his father while they were at the shop.

He'd also gotten Dean to tell him where he'd been for the three hours when no one knew where he was. He hadn't smelled like alcohol when he'd walked in, so Cas knew he hadn't gone to a bar.

There was a river just outside of town. Dean confessed to him that whenever he just needed to get away from everything, escape the world for a while and not be found, he'd go to the river, park his baby, climb up onto the hood, and just stare up at the sky. He'd let his mind wander aimlessly, losing track of time. He'd listen to the steady flow of the river, the crickets chirp and the toads croak. No matter what time it was, whether it was night or day. He'd either watch the clouds or the stars, he wasn't picky.

"Dean."

Dean finally looked away from the ceiling, down at the beautiful man lying next to him. He attempted a smile, but it came out as more of a grimace. "Yeah, Cas?"

"What are you thinking about?"

Dean looked away from him, back up at the ceiling. "Adam."

Cas nodded, "What are you going to do?"

Dean shook his head, "That's just the thing. I don't know. He needs to know, but…is it really my place to be the one to tell him?"

"Well, it's obvious neither your father nor his mother are willing to tell him. It shouldn't be Sam because he has only met Sam a couple of times. You are the most reasonable person to tell him."

Dean sighed, "Okay, but when? What do I say? I can't just say, 'Hey, Adam! How's it goin'? Oh, by the way, my dad cheated on my mom with your mom and made you, so that makes us brothers. There's a car comin' in and it has your name on it. Get to work.' What if he decides he doesn't want to work there anymore because he'd be working for his older brother? Or if he accuses me of knowing and not telling him."

"Dean, if he does not wish to work there any longer, than that is his decision. He has no reason to accuse you of anything. You just found out tonight about it. I suggest you tell him tomorrow so that you do not put it off and make it worse for everyone in the long run. You never know, he may love working there and feel more at home knowing his older brother is there too. You will never know until you tell him."

Dean nodded, "You're right. Tomorrow morning, I'll give him a call and have him meet me at the shop. I'll tell him and…see what happens."

Cas kissed the side of Dean's mouth. "That is a wise decision, Dean. I am sure he will take it well."

Dean turned his head back towards Cas and kissed him on the lips. "I hope you're right, Cas."

The next morning, Dean made a quick call to Adam while him and Cas were cleaning the kitchen after eating breakfast. When he hung up, he set the phone down on the counter and looked up at Cas. "I'm meeting him there in an hour so I'm going to go take a shower."

Cas nodded as he scrubbed one of the plates. "I'll finish up in here. Don't worry about it."

He gave Cas a small smile, pecked him on the lips, and left the kitchen to get ready for what he knew would be a very long day.

For the next hour, Dean ran through different approaches. He still hadn't figured out what the hell he was going to say to the guy. He knew that if he was in Adam's position, he'd go track down their father and beat the hell out of him. Adam was a good kid though, not that much like Dean. He was more like Sam in a lot of way. Sure, there were the similarities, but…when it came to this, he was more like Sam.

Dean pulled on his boots slowly, still lost in his own mind. He didn't even hear Cas come up behind him until he felt a hand resting on his back. He looked up at Cas and found him smiling at him softly. "Everything will be okay, Dean. Try not to overthink it."

Dean snorted, "You should have told me that last night. It's too late now."

Cas chuckled and kissed the side of Dean's head. "He is your brother, Dean. It will be alright."

Dean smiled, stood, and pulled his angel into his arms. "Thanks, Cas. For everything."

Cas wrapped his arms around him and breathed in the scent that was Dean. "I will always be here for you, you know that, as I always have been."

Dean nodded, not sure what to say. When he finally pulled back, he forced a smile onto his face and placed a small kiss on Cas's lips. "Okay, I'll be back afterwards. If something comes up, I'll let you know."

Cas nodded, "That is fine. I have some papers to grade that I did not get done yesterday, so that is what I will be doing for the majority of the day. Take your time. I will be here when you return. And Dean?"

Dean turned back to Cas before he opened the door, "Yeah, Cas?"

"Good luck."

Dean smiled, "Thanks. I'll need it."

Dean pulled up to the shop, slipped his baby into park, pulled the keys, and hopped out. Adam wasn't there yet, so he unlocked the main door and walked in, turning on some lights. He walked back into his office, figuring Adam would assume that's where he'd be.

He sat down at his desk, pulled out some paperwork, and got busy on it to distract himself. There was some extra paperwork left over from the day before he hadn't been able to get to, so he figured he might as well make a dent in it before Monday since he was there.

He had gotten through about a third of it before he head the office door open all the way, he'd left it cracked.

He looked up from the order form he'd been filling out to see Adam standing there looking slightly nervous, not that he could blame him. It's not very often when your boss calls you into the office on a day when it's not supposed to be open and it's only the two of you there.

"Dean? You wanted to see me?"

He set his pen down and sat back. "Yeah, come on in. Have a seat."

Adam gulped, fearing he was in trouble for something, but did as he was told. He sat in the seat across from Dean's desk and tried to act nonchalant.

"So…what is it you wanted to talk to me about?"

Dean gulped, suddenly all of his nerves kicked in now that the conversation was actually happening. He'd been able to get his mind off of it while working on paperwork. It was go time.

"Adam…there's something I need to tell you."

Adam's eyes widened. "I'm not fired, am I? I didn't think I had done anything wrong…"

Dean looked up, confused. "No, you haven't done anything wrong. You're not fired. You're a really good mechanic and it'd be a really stupid idea to fire you."

Adam visibly relaxed into his chair, thinking whatever it was that Dean needed to talk to him about couldn't be worse than being fired.

"You see…Okay, have you ever met a man named John Winchester?"

Adam's eyebrows scrunched together. "Yeah, he's a friend of my mom's. They hang out all the time. Why? How do you know him?"

They hang out all the time…Dean's blood started to boil. So, his dad was still cheating on his mom.

"That's my dad."

Adam's eyes widened. "Oh. I had no idea."

Dean nodded, knowing the kid really had no idea. "Adam…I honestly have no idea how to say this. So, I'm just going to start at the beginning. Let me tell you first though, that I just found this out last night myself. I had absolutely no idea."

Adam shifted nervously, "Okay…"

Dean took in a deep breath and then launched into his story. "Last night, my dad showed up here saying he needed to talk to me. What he told me…you needed to know."

He took another breath. "He told me that he cheated on my mom years ago. Nobody else knew except the woman he slept with. He felt that I needed to know because they had a kid together. The kid doesn't even know John is his father."

Adam raised an eyebrow. "Okay…why are you telling me this? Isn't this kind of…personal?"

Dean laughed nervously, "Yeah, it is. I'm telling you because…the woman he slept with was your mother. Your father is John Winchester. They didn't want to tell you, I have no idea why and I didn't ask because I was in shock at the time."

Adam's mouth dropped open and he was speechless for a long moment. "Wait…you're saying…the man who…practically raised me. The man who is almost always at my house whenever I'm there…he….he's my father? And they didn't even tell me?"

Dean nodded, "I know I shouldn't be the one to tell you this, it should be them. But I know they're not going to. You deserved to know that and…that's why I called you in."

Adam started shaking his head, "That means that you're my brother? My…my half-brother. Does…Do they know you're telling me this?"

Dean shrugged, "I have no idea. He didn't want me to tell anyone, but…we got into a fight. I told Sam and…Dad was furious. We got into a bit…and I told him if he didn't leave I'd call the cops so who knows what he thinks."

Adam's brow furrowed even more. "Wait, what do you mean by that? He's a good man. Why would you have to call the cops on him?"

Dean looked straight into Adam's eyes. "He is not a good man, Adam. He may have helped raise you, but that was after…"

Dean looked away, he couldn't look him in the eye. Adam leaned forward. "After what?"

Dean swallowed, "When I was a kid, he would get drunk and try to hit Sammy. I would step in and…it got worse every time. It went on for months until my mom caught him and called the cops. Last night…last night that side of him came out again. He threatened me, Sammy, and Cas. I wasn't having any of that, so I told him to leave or I'd call the cops. So he left."

Adam's mouth dropped open again. He was not expecting that. The man who had raised him was totally different than that. "He…he abused you?"

Dean looked further away, trying to hide the small blush trying to creep onto his cheeks. "Dean…" That's when Adam really noticed the bruises on Dean's face. He'd been too worried about being fired and then about what Dean was saying to really take in his appearance.

"Dean, are those bruises…are they from him?"

Dean nodded, "Yeah. He tried to get the best of me, but I didn't back down. Not this time. Not after all these years. I'm strong enough to take him now, so I did. But, that's not the point. The point is-."

"The point is this man, the man who raised me…he's been lying to me my entire life. Him and my mom. They knew all along and they never told me. And that's not even the worst part. The worst part is he is a monster. Who can even be capable of beating their own child?! That…that is wrong on so many levels. No, I'm not putting up with this shit any longer."

Adam suddenly stood and started out of the office in a hurry. Dean jumped to his feet. "Adam! Adam, where are you going?"

Without turning around, Adam called over his shoulder, "To do what should have been done a long ass time ago!"

Dean froze. He was terrified for what that meant. Finally snapping out of it, he grabbed his keys off his desk and ran out of the office. As he went, he somehow remembered to shut off the lights and lock up, knowing Adam would be gone before he would be able to stop him.

He jumped into his baby, fired the engine, and flew out of the parking lot. He turned his baby towards home, knowing that Adam's mom, Kate, lived only a couple of streets over from his house.

When he was about halfway there, he remembered he needed to call Cas. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and hit the second number he had on speed dial. It rang twice before Cas's voice came over the line.

"Hello?"

"Cas! Cas, listen to me. You need to call Sam. Tell him he needs to get his ass home, now."

"Dean, what is going on? What happened?"

"I told Adam everything. He wasn't pissed until I told him…about my past. He asked where the bruises came from and I couldn't lie to him. He said John was a good man, and I just couldn't keep my mouth shut. He flew out of there saying he was going to do what should have been done a long time ago. I know exactly what he's going to do and it's not good."

Cas paused before replying, "I'm coming too. Where are you?"

"I'm about twenty minutes outside of town. I couldn't wait in case he gets hurt."

"I understand, Dean. I will call Sam and explain everything. We will be there as soon as we can. Be careful, Dean."

The line went dead and Dean knew Cas understood the urgency of the situation. He hit the gas a little more, anxious to get there before something really bad happened.

When Dean finally pulled up to Kate Milligan's house, Adam's car was parked out front along with John's. He jumped out of the car and bolted towards the house. He didn't bother knocking and went straight in.

As soon as he walked in, he heard the voices. They were shouting from the kitchen. Dean had been in the house once before, dropping something off years ago. It had been when Kate was pregnant and his mom had made a care package. He'd dropped it off for her since Mary had had to work late.

He followed the voices and found Adam staring down John while Kate hovered nearby. She looked up as he walked in and her eyes widened.

Dean looked between his father and his brother. John finally noticed him walk in and turned to glare at him. "You little shit. I told you not to tell anyone! I figured you'd tell Sam, but this was none of your damn business!"

Dean's eyes narrowed. "None of my business? He's my brother! He deserved to know. You were too much of a chicken shit to man up and tell him so someone had to."

John shook his head, "It wasn't your place to be the one to tell him. That's for his parents to tell him."

Dean nodded, "You're right. It's their responsibility as his parents to tell him, but neither of them had the nerve to, so it was up to me. Now, I don't give a rat's ass what you think about it. I really couldn't care less. He deserves to know and now he knows. End of story."

John shook his head again, taking a step closer to Dean. Dean held his ground, but Adam was still fired up and took a step in between the two men. "No. Dean told me what you did to him when he was a kid. There's no way you're trying again."

Kate's head snapped up and her brow furrowed. "What are you talking about, Adam?"

He looked at her with an extremely pissed off expression on his face. "What? He didn't tell you he likes to beat up his children? Did that manage to slip while you were having an affair with him while his wife lives a couple of blocks over?"

Her head snapped towards John. "What is he talking about?"

He ignored her, glaring at Dean. "I see you've been filling your brother's head with lies already."

Dean huffed, "Yeah, you know me. I lie about the bruises that can be clearly seen on my face. Sorry, Adam, what really happened was I beat myself up so that I could come up with some lame ass story to tell you. Sorry about that."

John took another step towards him. Kate was getting furious. "How could you? He is your son! How could you lay one finger on him? How long did it go on?"

This time she was directing the question at Dean, knowing she wouldn't get an answer out of John. "A few months."

"Months?! John! How…Who the hell are you?!"

John turned towards her, "I'm still the same man. I'm still me."

She shook her head, backing away from him. "No, you're not. I thought you were a good man. Good men don't beat their children. You get the hell out of my house and don't ever come back."

John's eyes narrowed and he stepped towards her, "Kate, you don't mean that."

"Yes, actually, I do. Now leave or I'll call the cops. I will not have you around my son any longer."

John's temper was flaring and it was being directed at the wrong person. Dean started inching towards Kate, trying to get closer in case he needed to step in. Adam saw what he was doing and started to do the same thing.

"Kate, that's the wrong move and you know it. They're lying. I would never do that to a child. Let alone my own."

She shook her head, "Then where did the bruises on his face come from?"

"He's a faggot. He probably got beat up for holding his boyfriend's hand in public."

Her eyes narrowed, as did Dean's. He couldn't take it any longer. He walked forward, grabbed John's shoulder, spun him around, and slammed his fist directly into his noise. Blood started pouring out immediately after a satisfactory crunch was heard throughout the room. Dean didn't stop there. His other fist went into John's gut, causing him to double over.

"Don't you ever call me that again, you hear me?"

Kate's eyes were wide as saucers. Adam grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the room. Dean vaguely heard him telling her to get out of the house and call the cops before he sensed Adam standing behind him.

John looked up at Dean and grinned. "Looks like the little faggot boy has some fight in him after all. I would have thought that sleeping with your little boyfriend would make you weak. Oh wait, it has."

Dean slammed his fist into John's jaw. John just let him, he wasn't throwing any blocks. It was too easy.

"Do you hit Cas the same way you're hitting me? The same way I hit you where you were little? I bet you do. I bet you're just like me."

Dean was furious. His vision was practically red. "I am nothing like you."

John laughed in his face. "Oh really? You could have fooled me."

Dean forced himself to take a deep breath. He wasn't worth it. He wasn't worth the anger or the pain.

Dean turned and walked back towards Adam. "Come on, Adam. He's not worth it."

"You're scared. You're walking away like a little douche. Come on and fight me like a real man! Oh, wait…you're not one."

Dean ground his teeth together, but kept walking. Adam was right ahead of him. Then Dean heard the sound of metal and then a knife embedded itself into the wall right next to his head.

He spun around to see John equipping himself with another knife from the rack. "I thought that might get your attention."

"Why can't you just leave me the hell alone?"

John smiled and started walking towards him. "Where's the fun in that?"

Dean shook his head and looked towards Adam. "Get out of here. I'll handle him."

Adam shook his head, "No, I'm not leaving you alone with him."

"Aw, look at that. Your little brother is more of a man than you are. That must really sting, Dean."

Dean's fists clenched together. "I'm more of a man than you will ever be."

At those words, John's eyes narrowed and he lunged for Dean. Dean was able to move out of the way, but not before the knife John was carrying sliced open his left arm. Dean had had to dive to the right in order to get away fast enough. Now he was separated from Adam, John standing in between them.

He could feel a trickle of blood slide down his arm, but he ignored it. He knew it wasn't deep enough to be life threatening, so he didn't worry about it.

"Is that how you get your jollies? By attacking your sons?"

John faced Dean with a menacing smile on his face. "It worked all those years ago. I don't see why it wouldn't work now."

Dean felt sick to his stomach. His father actually enjoyed abusing him. He really was a monster.

He shook his head disgusted at his father. Before he knew what was happening, John lunged for him again. This time he didn't have enough time to get out of the way. The only thing behind him was a glass door and they both went straight through it. Dean landed on his back with John on top of him. The knife John had been carrying flew out of his hand when they landed.

All of the air had been pushed out of Dean's lungs when his father had landed on top of him. He could feel pieces of glass embedding themselves into his back. There was a knot forming on the back of his head where his head had slammed against the wood deck, sending stars across his vision.

He couldn't do anything, but lay there for a moment and try to gather his bearings. John gathered his first and started reaching towards the knife. Dean started to struggle against him, knocked the knife out of his reach.

Adam jumped over them, dived for the knife, and got it just before John was able to grasp it. John practically snarled at his youngest son, pushing off of Dean, and standing up. Dean saw the look in his eyes and knew that he was about to go for the knife.

He kicked his leg out, wrapped it around John's legs, and brought him back down to his knees. John's fist connected with Dean's stomach and he curled in on himself slightly, fighting down the wave of nausea.

John turned back to Adam and focused on him, assuming Dean wouldn't attack again. He was wrong. Dean kicked out and landed a blow to John's chest, sending him backwards into the side of the house. Dean scrambled to his feet before John could land another blow. He rushed towards Adam, but John was already getting back up onto his feet.

John was faster. He wrapped his arm around Dean's throat and pulled him up against his body. He tightened his hold on his neck, almost closing off Dean's airway. Dean pulled in as much air as he could, hoping it wouldn't be his last.

"Let him go!"

Dean looked up at Adam, fearing what was about to happen. John laughed, "And why the hell would I do that?"

"Because I have a knife and the cops are on their way."

"Well, I have your brother and I could kill him by snapping his neck before you would be able to use that knife and long before the cops show up."

Adam's eyes narrowed. They connected with Dean's for a split second before meeting John's again. "You don't want to kill him. You want to hurt him. You want to cause him pain. If you kill him, you don't have another punching bag."

"Oh, on the contrary, I have two more. You and your older brother, Sam. Besides, this punching bag is starting to get old. It's not as much fun."

"Oh, so it's only fun when they don't fight back?"

John grinned, "Exactly. Well, they can throw a couple of swings to create a challenge, but…we can't get carried away, now can we?"

"Let him go. You can use me as a punching bag. Just let him go."

The arm around Dean's neck tightened, closing off his airway completely. Dean started gasping for breath and not being able to get any air into his lungs. His face was turning red from lack of oxygen.

Adam was starting to panic. "I'll drop the knife if you let him go!"

Dean sent him a look, telling him not to do it, but he ignored it. John tilted his head to the side. Dean's vision was starting to tunnel and he could feel himself slipping. "Fine. You first."

Adam saw Dean's eyes start to roll and he immediately dropped the knife. The arm around Dean's neck loosened, allowing air to whoosh into Dean's lungs. He choked on the sudden ample supply of oxygen. John's arm had only loosened, it hadn't let go completely. Dean knew he wasn't going to let him go. There was no chance.

Adam must have known too, but his options had been severely limited.

As soon as Dean could function properly again as well as breath, he looked up at Adam and saw the worry and panic in his eyes. Adam had no clue what to do. He was only a kid.

It was at that moment that Dean decided he didn't care what happened to him, as long as Adam made it out alive and okay. If it meant him going down with his father, then that's the way it was going to work. Dean would rather sacrifice himself than allow his father to hurt his little brother, either of his little brothers.

Dean took in a deep breath, preparing himself for the fury of action that was about to happen. When he was ready, he moved as quickly as he could with an arm wrapped around his neck.

He shifted his weight to his right leg, wrapped his left leg back around and between John's legs. He secured his leg before quickly throwing all of his weight backwards while using his left leg to drive his father's legs forward.

He'd been gripping his father's arm tightly so when they started to go down, he let go with his left arm and slammed his elbow into John's face, not really caring where it landed as long as it winded the man.

They both toppled backwards and crashed through a table. Dean didn't waste time acknowledging the pain. Instead, he pushed it to the back of his mind for later as he scrambled to get to his feet.

Once he had enough leverage, he twisted around and slammed his fist into John's face over and over and over and over again. He let his fist fly repeatedly, not caring about the damage. He didn't stop until John's form slackened and stayed that way. With one last punch, he got to his feet shakily.

Dean looked up at Adam and gestured for them to both go inside. They walked in silence, neither knowing what to say. They made it as far as the kitchen counter when they heard crunching glass behind them.

Dean spun around and saw John standing there, blooding rushing down his face and brandishing a wicked smile. He had the knife in his hands. The knife that Adam hadn't bothered to pick up because they figured he was unconscious.

John moved quickly, as if to throw the knife directly at one of his sons, but he wasn't fast enough. A very loud bang sounded through the air. It echoed off the walls in the house. Dean grabbed Adam by the arm and pulled him sideways onto the floor, out of the way of the bullets.

They looked up as blood gushed out of a fresh wound on John's chest. John looked down at the wound in shock before falling to his knees. The bullet had landed right next to his heart, not enough to kill him instantly, but not far away enough to allow him to survive.

John looked up and his eyes met Dean's. John shook his head, knowing what was coming next as he leaned sideways into the wall and slid down until he was sitting all the way, not moving his eyes. "The damage is done. I'll see you in Hell, boy."

Dean shook his head as a small smile came to his face. "No, you won't. All these years I thought I was going directly down there with you, but Cas is right. I'm a good man and I'm not going to Hell. Have fun being the devil's chew toy."

A look of anger passed through John's eyes before they glassed over and became distant. Both boys knew that he was dead without even moving to check his pulse. They were still laying on the floor when the man who had shot their father walked through the door into the kitchen.

Dean looked up and saw it had been a cop. They had arrived just in time to see John raise the knife to throw at them and save their lives.

"Thank you."

The man nodded before walking over to make sure John was dead. It was an odd thing to thank someone for killing their father, but in this case it wasn't that odd.

Adam stood and pulled Dean to his feet. "Come on, let's get out of here. I'm sure Mom is freaking out."

Dean followed Adam out of the house, his body kind of numb in a way. He wasn't sure how he should feel. Should he be sad that his father is dead? Should he be happy that the abuse and frustration is over? There were so many conflicting emotions running through his mind, he didn't know what to do.

"Dean! Dean!"

Dean lifted his head to see Cas, Sam, and Gabe running over to them. He couldn't help the smile that graced his lips as Cas's body slammed into his. Cas's arms circled his neck and he held on as tightly as he dared.

"Dean, I was so worried. I felt the fight in the car and I made them drive faster. We got here as soon as we could. Dean, are you okay?"

Dean pulled back and looked at Cas. "Yeah, baby, I'm fine."

He placed a soft kiss to Cas's lips before looking up at Sam. "Dad's dead. He can't hurt us anymore."

Sam's mouth dropped open, not exactly expecting that to come out of his mouth. "What happened, Dean?"

Dean looked over at Adam and sent him a look for him to tell the story, so he did. Adam gave them every detail, even the details before Dean had shown up. He told the group about how Dean and John had fought, how they had gone through the glass door, Dean nearly suffocating, the repeated blows to John's face delivered by Dean's fist, the knife, and then finally the bullet that ended it all.

The group was shocked into silence. Thankfully, a cop had been standing right behind Adam and Dean throughout the entire story and had written it all down, that way there was no need to repeat it for the statement.

Cas looked up at Dean and frowned. "You need to get checked out. Let's get you over to the ambulance."

Dean didn't resist like he usually would. He was just happy that Cas was standing next to him and he was perfectly okay.

Dean looked up at Adam. "I expect to see you on Monday. Bright and early."

Adam smiled and nodded, "I'll be there, boss."

Dean smiled and let Cas drag him away from his newfound brother as Adam went to find his mom.

The paramedics looked Dean over. They pulled some fragments of glass out of his back, bandaged up his arm where the knife had cut him, and checked him for a concussion, which he did have. There was no need for him to go to the hospital as it was only a mild concussion and some cuts that they were able to take care of on the scene.

Dean stood and wrapped his arm around Cas's waist, pulling him towards the impala. Sam and Gabe caught up to them and walked towards their cars together.

Dean looked at his little brother holding hands with Gabe and smiled. He was so happy for them. As long as Sammy was happy, he was happy.

He looked down at Cas and his smile grew. His eyes shone as the happiness nearly overwhelmed him. He pressed a soft kiss onto Cas's temple.

"Let's go home, baby."

Cas looked up at him and smiled. "I love you, Dean."

"I love you too, angel."

Sam smiled at his big brother and Cas. "Dean…"

Dean looked over at him before sliding into the passenger seat of the impala. He figured he'd let Cas drive since his energy level was dropping like a stone given all the adrenaline he'd used up.

"Yeah, Sammy?"

"It's over…It's finally over."

Dean nodded and smiled, "Yeah. It's about damn time."

They slid into the impala as Sam and Gabe got into their car. They were on their way home to start a new chapter without the abuse, the frustration, the anger, the resentment, but best of all…without the fear. For Sam and Dean Winchester, Cas and Gabriel Novak…

It was finally over.

Yes. This is the end...Sad, I know. BUT! There will be an epilogue coming. I couldn't leave the destiel where it was, so I'm giving y'all an epilogue. I know everything that will be happening and HOW, so it shouldn't take too long to get it up. (teehee, couldn't help myself there. ^.^) Anywho, I hope y'all don't hate me on this chapter, haha! I was in tears when I wrote the last part. Thank you all so much for your support and your reviews! It means so much to me! Thank you! =)