When Sam Met Christian

A/N: Sorry this has taken so long. I have some exams coming up, but I took some time to finish this off. It was basically complete. This will be the last chapter, with an Epilogue at the end. Thank you for joining me on this journey. It's been fun.

Chapter four

Dean watched helplessly as his brother fought off the billionaire. It was times like these that Dean was known to stress endlessly about his younger brother. But his main concern was Ana. The woman was frozen on the other side of the room, clearly shocked at what had been happening. Dean didn't exactly blame her. It wasn't easy being thrown into this room, immediately after finding out monsters were real.

Sam was holding his own; Grey was fit, but Sam was more practiced at defending himself. What Dean really needed to do was get off this cross, so he could go and find Taylor before it was too late. He tried to do what Sam had done, but the cross wouldn't budge. Dean pulled harder, and noticed the keys hooked on the wall next to the door. "Son of a bitch."

Grey was fighting back hard, but Sam wasn't budging an inch. Ana was gone from where she had been frozen, and Dean looked around wildly for her. A hand on his left wrist made him jump, and Dean turned his head to see Ana. She was holding the keys, and fumbled them as she tried to unlock Dean's arm.

Dean heard the lock click, and yanked his arm out of the shackle. He snatched the keys from Ana, and unlocked his right wrist. As he bent down to unlock his ankles, the door was flung open. Taylor stood in the doorway, glaring angrily at Sam and Grey as they traded blows. He shuddered, and an inhuman growl came from him as he tensed up ready to defend his boss from Sam.

Ana lurched towards the knives Sam and Dean had been carrying, and sheer luck had her grabbing the silver one. As Taylor lunged towards Sam, Ana followed suit. Dean finished unlocking his shackles, and scooped up the demon killing knife. He passed Ana, and wrapped his arms around Taylor's chest, jerking him back. He managed to wrestle Taylor away from Sam, who was half an inch from losing his jugular.

As he pinned Taylor down, his arms wrapped around Taylor's neck, Ana plunged the knife through Taylor's heart. The entire room froze as Taylor screamed, and then slumped in Dean's grip. Ana was shaking, and she stared in horror at her hands, backing away from Taylor. Dean could see she was going to go hysterical, and dropped Taylor. Dean tugged Ana's arm, and pulled her to her feet. "Shh," he wrapped his arms around her and tugged her away. She was curled against his chest, taking deep breaths and gripping the shreds of his shirt. "Shh, it's okay. He's dead. You're okay."

Dean watched over her head as Sam pushed to his feet. Blood was trickling from a cut on his eye, and there was blood coming from his upper lip, where Dean figured his lip had been split. Sam glanced back at Dean, who nodded once.

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Sam stood, breathing heavily. Grey was on his back on the floor, his face ashen from what Sam knew was a broken shoulder. Sam clutched the cane Grey had been beating Dean with, and flexed it between his hands. "You're only strong when your victim is handicapped." Sam spat some blood out onto the floor, and rubbed the back of his arm across his mouth. Blood smeared across his cheek. "But like this, one on one, you turn into a coward."

Sam threw the cane into the corner of the room, and advanced on Grey, who attempted to scrabble backwards, his fingers slipping on the polished floor. He wasn't getting very far with a broken shoulder.

The billionaire ended up trapped between a line of chain, and some leather straps, and Sam could see his hands were shaking. He pulled a face. "Beating you is like beating a child. You don't have the maturity to handle this. You never grew up."

Grey blanched, and his hands trembled violently as he ran his good hand through his hair. Sam turned slightly, and saw Dean holding Ana tight. She seemed to be shaking quite badly, but holding up otherwise. Sam walked to where he had discarded the cane, and picked it up. Grey pushed himself further into the wall, but Sam just shook his head. "I have no use to beat people like you." He returned the cane to the rack.

With one final glance at the whimpering man in the corner, Sam strode past Dean and Ana, and pulled the silver knife from Taylor's body. Dean pulled Ana with them. There was no way she was staying here.

Ana resisted Dean's pull, and turned to look down at Grey. He slowly uncurled himself and sat up. His bloodied lip was beginning to swell, and blood was pouring from his broken nose. "Ana, wait." The words were slurred around broken teeth and bleeding lips.

Ana pulled out of Dean's grip. She trembled, but stood strong beside the hunter. "Why, so you can hit me again? So you can prove how dominant you are?" Ana pushed her hair back out of her face, her expression resolute. "These guys are right. You're a coward. I'm going home."

Grey looked lost, but said nothing else as Ana pushed past Sam out into the hallway. She nearly stumbled into a third person, her fall prevented by the iron grip of Castiel. Dean nodded to Cas, who let go of Ana. "Are you okay?" the angel wore a largely blank expression, but Dean knew he was quite concerned for his friends.

Dean glanced at Sam, who looked at Ana. "We are."

Sam then turned to Grey. "You have some choices to make. We won't kill you now, but we could have. Become a better person, or we come back and finish the job. Clear?"

Grey nodded, and watched despondently as they left the playroom. One last look from Castiel, and the two hunters were gone.

Ana picked up her purse from the living room. She needed to drive home, but wasn't sure how she would. A strong hand closed over her arm, and she looked up at the other hunter, Sam. "Are you really okay?"

Ana nodded, although she wasn't sure it was the truth. "I need to get home."

Sam turned to Dean, who was in the process of pulling his jacket over the tattered remains of his t-shirt. They shared the sort of look that comes from a lifetime of working with a person, before Dean nodded. "We'll make sure you get home okay."

In the underground parking garage, Ana stood next to her car. The shock of the last few minutes was beginning to set in, and her knees were shaking. Ana tried not to think about the knife, or the way she had taken a life, but that wasn't easy. She wasn't a violent person, and the exposure to so much in one go had been a shock to the system. The hunters were with her, and they seemed to be arguing. Eventually, Sam came up next to her. "Want me to drive you home?"

Ana nodded, and fumbled in her pocket for her keys. Sam took them, and skilfully manoeuvred Wanda out of the spot she had chosen. Dean opened the passenger door for her, and helped her crawl into the back seat. He climbed into the car, and Sam drove to the exit. It was time to go home.

At her apartment, Ana let the two men – Sam had told her that they were brothers – in for some beers. To be honest, she just wanted to make sure she wasn't going to have a breakdown. Castiel was already there, but since Ana had watched the man vanish before her eyes, she wasn't surprised. Either that, or nothing could shock her anymore.

Dean made sure Cas – it was impossible, but he was apparently an angel – didn't get beer, pointing out that the man had once drunk an entire liquor store's worth of alcohol, and only come back slightly tipsy. Ana really didn't want to lose her good drink on Cas. Not when she could possibly need it.

As they sat in the spacious room, Sam explained what it was they did. "So, you hunt monsters?" Ana was somewhat incredulous, but she had seen how unflappable the hunters had seemed in the face of danger.

Sam nodded, but Dean broke in. "We save lives. We stop things like Taylor from killing innocent people."

Ana took a sip of her beer. "You're heroes."

Dean looked down at his bottle. "Thanks."

Ana smiled at both of them, an idea occurring to her. "Need any help? Because I really don't want to go into the corporate world if it's full of people like him." She was taking a big gamble, but she also knew that Grey could have her kicked out of any corporation if he wanted. He had the connections.

She shuddered, and the brothers looked at each other. Sam raised an eyebrow and pulled a face, Dean mimicking him. "I think we know a guy who could use some extra help. How good are you at research?"

Ana grinned. "Top of my class at WSU for my English major, with Cum Laude in historical texts and documents. Does that help?"

Sam grinned, and pulled out a ratty business card. "When you're ready, contact this number. Ask for Bobby, tell him Sam and Dean sent you."

Ana took the number, and felt a fundamental shift inside her. She was home.

Epilogue

Early the next morning, an anonymous tip-off to the Seattle Police Department had the police and FBI raiding Christian Grey's penthouse suite. Grey himself wasn't there, but the police found enough evidence to conclude that Grey was a person on interest in the missing persons cases.

Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc. suddenly announced later that day that it was becoming a non-profit organisation, and that it was donating a large portion of its funding to local shelters for abused women. No reason was given to investors, beyond a generic letter that was distributed to the shareholders, employees, and the press.

The founder and CEO himself, Christian Grey, virtually disappeared. He left only paperwork detailing the shift to NPO status, as well as instructions that he was on an extended vacation. The police found all of this suspicious, especially since his residence had shown signs of a recent altercation. An extensive search was conducted, but Grey did not resurface.

Castiel eventually tracked Christian Grey to the south west coast of Mexico, where he was hiding out on a deserted beach, away from society. He was almost constantly drunk, and he didn't recognise the angel. Castiel figured he would leave the man to wallow in his misery, a victim of the circumstance he created.

Sam and Dean moved onto the next town, sure the threat was gone from Seattle. They kept in contact with Ana, who invited them to her graduation a few weeks later. Both of the brothers, as well as a bemused Castiel, attended.

Taylor was buried in an unmarked lot, with just a rock as a headstone. He left behind a daughter, who had no knowledge of her father, and did not know of his untimely passing.

After her graduation, Anastasia Steele called the number, and moved to Sioux Falls, South Dakota, to Singer Salvage Yard. After a little training from Bobby Singer, and learning some extinct languages, she became an invaluable asset to a lot of hunters looking for information. She could often be found sharing a beer with Bobby, Sam and Dean. Anastasia found her calling, and refused to think about the time she almost sold herself to a billionaire.

A/N2: Thank you for joining me on this journey. It's been interesting, and I have enjoyed writing this. Please drop me a review, and tell me what you think.

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