Thank you everyone for all the kind words! I never imagined this story would go so far. You guys are awesome! :)
At the moment though, I don't think there's going to be a sequel, sorry. These final chapters (more like one shots really) should tie most things up so it's not so hard for you guys to let go, but I think that after them it will be time to let them rest. :) Who knows, maybe I'll change my mind, but that's what it looks like now. Sorry this one is so short, I promise the other epilogues will be longer!
Four days later, Ellen took the bandages off of Amelia's arms and left them off to finish healing.
When they got too noisy, Bobby chased the younger ones out of the house the next day, only letting Ellen stay. Jo and Amelia shared a meaningful look as they left the house alone to the two older hunters. They had talked about it, of course. Ellen and Bobby getting together. They hadn't actually used the word dating, that was too awkward, but the two older hunters living together, being a couple. It could work, and Jo had given Amelia her blessing to work on it from Bobby's end. So they went more or less cheerfully, playing pool and poker at the local bars until early next morning. Dean beat Amelia easily, with her banged up hands. He didn't cut her any slack for her injuries and she was almost grateful, except for the part where he demolished her at pool.
Dean and Jo hustled an entire poker table out of money for the heck of it, Jo's smiles keeping them distracted long enough for Dean to shmucker them out of their bills. Sam and Amelia took it a little easier. He didn't let her drink much, since she was still healing and on a low dose of pain pills. Sam proved to be good at pool as well, though not quite as good as Dean. They played a couple games while Dean and Jo played poker, in companionable silence.
After a couple games and a couple beers, they ended up in a booth sipping their beers quietly.
"So how do you know about the blood?" she hadn't gotten a chance to corner him over the past few days and the alcohol made it easier for her to ask.
Sam studied Dean and Jo, not quite meeting her eyes. "How much do you know? About the demons. About us?"
She shook her head. "Bits and pieces. Not much really, Meg didn't say anything for sure."
He nodded, slowly. "You deserve to know, I suppose."
And, sipping their beers in a dinky little Sioux Falls bar, Amelia learned about Azazel, and angels, and demons, and Lucifer. Sam told her about Azazel's plan for the demon blood children, and how it all culminated in the demon war and Lucifer's perfect vessel. Him. She learned how Dean had sold his soul for Sam and went to hell for for his little brother. About how he had drank demon blood and learned how to exorcise demons with his mind. The angel Castiel, who had rescued Dean from hell, and had rebelled against heaven to help them upset the plan to spring Lucifer from his cage.
"Trenchcoat?" Amelia raised an eyebrow. "Awkward trenchcoat guy with the easter bunny?"
Sam laughed. "Yea, angel of the lord, believe it or not."
She had to laugh at that, but then she just studied her beer. "So all along... You had demon blood in you, too."
He smiled, sadly. "I wish you would have told us sooner, but it's all good now."
They sipped quietly for a while, the chatter of the bar washing around them.
"I remember what you did," Sam said, quietly. "I know how much it hurt, exorcising Meg like that. I was so worried for you, how far you pushed yourself. And there was so much blood-"
"Sam," Amelia warned, before the panic started to rise in her chest again and cut off her air.
"Thank you," he told her, "I know I've said it before, but I mean it. When she possessed me before, the things she did-"
Pain etched lines across his face as his eyes strayed to Jo.
Amelia's hands started to shake, and she clenched them around her bottle, trying to hide the weakness. "You'd have done the same."
Sam noticed of course, with his sharp hunter eyes. He reached over, his long arms easily making it across the table, and gently took her hands in his.
"Doesn't mean I can't thank you. I don't think I could have taken it if she had hurt someone else when she was possessing me."
He gave her what might have been the sincerest look she had ever seen. After a few seconds of awkwardness, he released her hands, which had mercifully stopped shaking.
She wiped them off on her jeans and crossed her arms in case he felt like holding hands again.
"Does it ever go away?" she changed the subject, as she watched Jo laugh over the poker game, teeth flashing brightly. "The craving?"
She hated the blood, hated the demons, but her body still craved the substance even after her demon detox. Amelia never thought she'd end up a junky, craving the heady power the blood had given her.
Sam stared at his beer. "No," he said, quietly. "Like any addiction, I suppose."
She swallowed, fingers drumming on her arm.
"It gets better the longer you go without it, though" he told her. "The longer you go without using the abilities."
"Damn shame about that," Amelia sighed. "Was handier than all hell."
Sam chuckled. "No denying that, believe me I'm the first admit it. But it's a slippery slope, you start down that path with even the best intentions and you end up cozying up to a demon just to get a hit."
She shuddered at that.
"You don't have to do it alone. We can help, if you let us."
Jo felt their eyes, from some hunter sixth sense, and glanced over her shoulder, eyes bright, smile wide as she spotted Amelia and Sam together in the booth. Dean's eyes followed Jo's, and he gave them his carefree, trademark grin. Clearly poker was going well.
"Ok," Amelia said, very, very quietly, and Sam smiled, too.