A/n: Alright everyone here it is, the end of "He's My Brother."

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Chapter 41

"DEAN!"

The body jolted and buzzed with a strange electricity. Jerking up and lowering down just to jerk back up again until finally Dean collapsed to the ground still.

"No no no no no! Oh God please. Dean!" He crawled from his spot until he was hovering over his brother. His lifeless green eyes were already growing duller as they seemed to stare through Sam. Blood pooled the dead grass around his skull, seeping into the ground and leaving a permanent mark. The sole surviving Winchester pulled his sibling up so that the upper half of his body rested in his lap, then cradled him close as he continued to sob. He hadn't even been aware that the others had finally managed to get the Gates shut and had joined him. They all stared at the scene before them with grieving expressions and hearts heavy for the young man.

"Sam?" It had been Bobby who approached him. The twenty two year old glared up at his friend. "I am so sorry for your loss." The sole Winchester didn't acknowledge him, only turned back to morning his brother. Ellen lightly touched Bobby's arm and he brought his blue eyes to look at her dark sad ones.

"Bobby, Bill and I've gotta head back. God only knows how many demons got out of those Gates tonight. I need to get home to Jo."

The hunter nodded to show he understood. "Thanks fer comin' guys."

"Of course. Anytime you need us, the Harvelle's got your back." She turned the corner of her lips up into an attempt to smile which Bobby mirrored.

Valerie approached Ellen before she could turn to leave. "I know you don't know us really, but do you think we could get a ride? At least into town?"'she piped up. Ellen and Bill exchanged glances then looked back at the young woman.

"Sure."

"Thank you." Valerie turned back towards Sam and took a few steps closer to him so that he could hear her. "Sam, if you need anything, anything at all, call me. I'm here for you," she promised gently. He hadn't responded which hadn't surprised her and with nothing more to be said or done, the Flores family started off with the Harvelle's leaving Bobby with the Winchesters. He didn't try to make Sam move again for awhile. Giving him time to grief despite the new impending doom. The yellow eyed demon may be gone, but a good several thousand black eyed monsters now roamed the earth.

Evidently he managed to coax the young man to his feet and he promised to help give his family a proper send offl. Sam had taken Dean gently into his arms in a bridal carry, trying his best not to put a lot of weight on his injured foot, while Bobby picked up Mary.

"We can build a pyre. Give them a proper hunter send off," he suggested. "It'll prevent a repeat of what happened to your wife. They'll at least be at peace."

"No. We're gonna bury them," he replied sternly. It was the first thing he'd said to anyone and when he spoke his voice was hoarse.

"But Sam-"

"We'll bury them, and then you and I are going to work together to find a way to bring them back."

Bobby's heart sank. "Sam I've already told you I don't have any way of doin' so that isn't dangerous. Don't you think I woulda done somethin' about Karen if I could? I'd do it fer yer family too. But I can't. I'm sorry son."

Sam swallowed and his red swollen eyes met his friend's. There was a fire in them that the man hadn't seen before. "If you won't help me, then I'll find someone who will."

"Sam-"

"Lets get to work, I'm sure a couple of skeletons won't mind a bit of dirt."

As always, the hunter had a shovels ready to go, but as prepared as he was, he didn't have anything to place them in except some ratty old blankets. Against Bobby's wishes, he helped Sam dig up some old unmarked graves, remove the bones from within, and place Mary into one and Dean into the other. Her borrowed coffin was a bit large for her size and his was a bit small, but they'd have to do. Sam stared down at the boxes that held his brother and his mother as tears began to fill his eyes. There had been so many words left unsaid to his elder sibling so many wrongs that were never made right and apologizes never forgiven. After a few moments of silence, they began to bury the fallen Winchesters.

Once they were done and their graves marked by some rocks Sam had found and placed around the already existing marker, he torn his eyes from where his mother and brother were now buried, and limped off. He hated not having a proper ceremony for his family, but if everything worked out the way he hoped, they wouldn't be there for long.

"Sam? Where are you goin'?" His friend called out.

"I need some time alone."

There was something about the way the young man said it that made him suspicious and he cursed himself for not going with his gut feeling.

A few minutes had passed by and when Sam still hadn't reappeared, Bobby set out to find him. He traveled the road slowly, hoping he'd find him mosying along maybe even trying to hitch hike his way back into town. The hunter figured he couldn't have gone very far on account of his injured foot. Bobby tried his phone but it went directly to voicemail resulting in the hunter spending the rest of the morning well into the day searching for him before eventually turning towards home and grieving the loss of the Winchesters.

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"Jo says she and Ash are fine," Ellen reported as she ended her call to their daughter. Relief was evident in her voice.

"Good, I'm hurrying the best I can," Bill replied pressing his boot down a bit more forcefully on the pedal of the truck. Ellen turned back to look at the Flores family. How are you two holding up?" She asked.

"It's all a bit...It's a lot to take in," Valerie answered. "Demons are real?"

"A lotta things that go bump in the night are real," Bill confessed.

"I knew it," Wanda exclaimed.

"Mom?"

"I told you I saw your father. But you and Marcus didn't believe me. You two thought your mother was a crazy old lady. Maybe now things will be different."

Valerie scoffed and shook her head.

"Bill and I will drop you off in the next town over. Should be a bus station for you two to hop on," Ellen reported.

"Swell," Valerie smiled. Her gaze was out the window in the back so no one saw her brown eyes flick to black as they sped along the road.

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Sam knew the hunter would be worried about him and he wouldn't have long before he'd realize he had taken off so the youngest tried to be quick about it even though his legs felt like wet noodles, his foot was in excruciating pain, and his body refused to move fast protesting moving at all. He'd made for the road the best he could, and hoped that someone would be along it that could give him a lift that wasn't his friend or the Harvelles. He got his wish when an old powder blue pick up truck came to a screeching stop next to him. It was too dark to see clearly inside, but the window was rolled down so he could at least talk to them. He hunched his giant form in the window his eyes emotionless.

"Hey, where you headed?" The driver was a young woman that much he could tell.

"Anywhere but here," Sam offered pathetically.

She gave a curt nod of her head, "hop in." Sam did so, sliding into the passenger seat and buckling up. He turned towards his driver and got a better glimpse of her. She was average height for a woman maybe a bit taller with long blonde hair she wore down passed her shoulders. She was wearing a leather waist length coat with blue jeans and black lace up boots.

"So," she started, "what brings you out to the middle of nowhere?"

Sam didn't respond as his eyes stared vacantly on the road ahead of them.

"Look, I don't mind giving you a ride and all, but this whole staring out the window and not talking thing you've got going on is a bit 'killer hitchhiker.' And frankly, you kinda look the part too."

Sam was silent for awhile longer then he managed to mumble a response. "I've lost everyone." Tears blurred his vision and he quickly swiped a hand over his face.

"Oh. I'm so sorry," she replied sadly.

Sam gave an irritated chuckle. "Everyone's sorry," he remarked bitterly. "I don't want people's sympathy. I want my family back." He caught himself before he could promise to do everything in his power to make it happen remembering the creepy hitchhiker comment and not desiring to walk on a barely cooperative foot in the dark with the next town miles from where he was.

"What if I told you I could help with that?" The driver asked. Sam's attention snapped to her and his puffy red eyes finally showed signs of life.

"Can you?"

"Well, I can't. But I can promise you a way to avenge them."

"My brother already did that...hold on," the hope that had only minutes ago touched his features now sank into suspicion. "What do you mean 'avenge them?' I didn't say anything about their deaths being murder?"

"You didn't have to. I can read your handsome face like an open book."

Sam didn't take his gaze off the woman as she continued to drive.

"How can you help me?" He asked skeptically.

"Because I know a thing or two," she assured him. Her face was illuminated by the high beams of a passing car and Sam could make out the black pupiless eyes staring back. He instantly wished he had some kind of weapon on him, or rather a loaded one. He'd taken the Colt with him, placing it in his jacket pocket when he left more as a sentimental value then anything else. Maybe the demon wasn't aware of its status. He pulled it from his jacket and aimed it at her.

"Pull over," he demanded in a low voice.

"Oh come on Sam, don't be racist. Not all demons want Hell on earth. Some of us just want to live our lives free from the Pit. Are you really going to judge a book by its genre?"

"You're a demon, I'm sure you know the story of what happened tonight, you really think I'm going to believe you? After everything?!"

The demon pulled the truck to the side of the road and killed the engine.

"Look," she sighed, "I get it. I do. You're feeling alone in the world, you've lost your family, life sucks right now and it sucks to be you. Believe it or not, I wanna help you Sam."

The Winchester corked an eyebrow at her. "Right, you want to 'help' me. Let me guess, you want to help me free Lucifer and fulfill my 'destiny.'"

The woman's face showed no signs of jesting.

"Not at all. Fuck Lucifer and Yellow Eyes and their bullshit plan for the 'special children.' He can rot in that cage for all I care," she placed a supportive hand on Sam's arm causing him to flinch and pull away. She removed it and raised them both up to show she meant no harm.

"Why should I trust you?" He questioned.

"Because I'm telling the truth. Look you can hate me all you want. Hell, take a shot at me if it'll make you feel better. That is, if you have an actual working gun. But I can help you, Sam. I can help you avenge your family and keep Lucifer locked away forever. We can ensure Azazel's plan never sees the light of day. Believe it or not, that 'gift' you were given by him, really is a gift. You can learn to use those powers for good, against demons. You can send them all back to Hell. All I ask of you is patience and trust."

Sam stared with his vision still blurry from the copious amount of time he'd spent crying. If he hadn't been so exhausted, he'd probably still be in tears. He wasn't sure if it was the desperation, the exhaustion, or both, but the demon's words sounded inviting to him. As of now she was offering him the chance to avenge his family. However with the proper persuasion, he may be able to learn more and actually bring them back. His brother and mother would be pissed if they knew he was even contemplating working with a monster, but that was the problem, they weren't there to be angry.

The sole Winchester turned to face the demon with a look of determination in his eyes.

"Your sure you can help me?"

She nodded. Sam took a deep breath. After everything demons put him through Azazel, Brady, Meg, the thought of working with a demon made him feel sick. But that's not what this was. He was willing to play along, for now anyways. Whatever it took to get his brother back.

"Ok."

"Ok," she echoed with a smile. "I think we're going to make a great team Sam Winchester."

"You just keep to your word and we won't have any problems. Do I make myself clear, demon?"

"Ruby," she introduced turning over the engine and pulling the truck back onto the road. "Clear as a bell."

~The End ~

A/n: It's been a long journey everyone and although I'm proud of having completed this, I'm sad to see it come to an end.

I think Chuck said it best when he said:

"…endings are impossible. You try to tie up every loose end, but you never can. The fans are always gonna bitch. There's always gonna be holes. And since it's the ending, it's all supposed to add up to something. I'm telling you, they're a raging pain in the ass."

Endings can be hard and although I don't know that everyone is going to like this ending, I decided to write it as I had intended so that should I find a way to make a sequel happen, I could write one. At this time I don't know if there will be one, but it's still a possibility. I just need to come up with a story arch that works.

Once more I just want to sincerely thank everyone for your time, interest, thoughts, patience, and support for this story.

SparksFlyAngel: I just want you to know how incredibly grateful I am for ALL of your reviews, time, patience, support, thoughts, and interest. I know I've said this a million times now, but I truly am so appreciative. I'm going to miss you and your thoughts and just know that whatever your review is for this final chapter, I'm extremely grateful to you. I'm sorry about that last one and yes you're right about everything in it. I hope to maybe hear from you again in the future (again if I do write a sequel it will be called "He's Still My Brother") but if I don't, I hope the year and many more treat you well.