Disclaimer: These guys are about as much mine as you all missed me...

A/N: Boo!! Haha... yeah... I'm back!! My internet connection is stable for the time being, so you can all cheer and wipe away your tears. Though the lack of new stories from me has no doubt caused many sleepless nights for you all, you can be happy that the whole time I have been writing... so I got some stories! Yay! I was going to wait until tomorrow to post because I got something else for you all, but Windy Fontaine made me smile tonight when I was crying (don't bad days suck?), so I'm posting this tonight to show my, sniff-sniff, graditude. At least if I could spell gratitude I would...
Anyways... with this story... a while ago I posted the story 'Devils Deal', of how I was thinking season three was gonna end. This story is on the same idea, except it's how I hope the whole series will end. Obviously I hope for it being many, many years down the line, but I had the idea and it ate away in my brain until I wrote it down. It's a first for me as it's a future fic, and I also have to put the same warning I've put before on some stories-- no matter what keep reading-- it's got a cool ending. So yeah... it's basically just a fun thing I wrote to try and bring back my awesome readers, and to shoot out another idea of what I hope could happen in this awesome show...
Wow I talk a lot... enjoy!!

Title: Final Fight
Genre: Really kindda suspensful, tragedy, angst... and that's it I think.
Summary: How the world of Supernatural could end...

Final Fight

Long since had their Dad gone missing while hunting a woman in white on Centennial Highway. It had been ages since their Dad then died at the hands of the now laughable Yellow Eyed Demon. If Sam thought hard enough, not that he ever wanted to, he could still remember when Dean told him about the deal to save his life; one that would ultimately end with Dean's death a year after the fact. It was such a long time ago that Sam had agreed to go to the dark side and 'work' for Lillith if Dean would be spared. Not long after that Ruby died at the hands of Sam, and Dean had a stand-off with his little brother. Dean hated to mention what happened next, though the memories were quickly fading as the present time pushed the history and memories back more and more. Dean shot Sam, Bella sacrificed herself for his soul, and Lillith fled. The brothers had hunted for years after that for the remaining demons on earth, though the fight was a loosing one as the tension between the Winchester's wore thin with time. The army of evil against good grew, though more and more hunters seemed to show themselves.

It was all going to come to and end now though.

The Winchester brothers were going to make sure of that.

"You boys are going to learn eventually," Lillith stood solidly back at the gates of hell from an eternity ago, "The more you struggle, the more it will hurt."

"You got that all wrong," Dean smirked, a trail of blood working its way down the side of his face with his recent encounter with the side of yet another gravestone, "Because you see, I'm sick of this. I'm sick of this whole war, I'm sick of fighting demons, and most of all, I'm sick of you."

"Why didn't you say so," Lillith's childish face scrunched up, "The only reason I've kept you guys around this long is because you entertain me."

"What do you mean?" Sam spoke up from beside Dean.

"Do you honestly think that you're alive right now because you've got away from me?" Lillith laughed, "Come on-- I could have got rid of you that night at the sheriff's office, but this has been more fun. I love watching the different ways you save each other and the holes you dig while doing so. Did you know you've screwed yourselves over more times saving each other than killing us bad guys?"

Sam pulled out the colt from the back rim of his pants, "This is going to end today."

"You're right. It is." Lillith nodded, "But not by you, and not by that little BB gun."

Without hesitating, Sam cocked the gun, and shot a single bullet directly in the center of Lillith's head. Without even flinching, the white eyed demon stood her ground and stared solemnly at the younger Winchester.

"Oh crap…" Dean whispered.

"Now why would you go and do something like that?" anger bubbled up in Lillith, "You know what's going to happen now."

Sam breathed hard, "…what are you?"

"A lot stronger than you," Lillith placed a hand where the bullet had gone through, "And now thanks to your little stunt, I'm going to have to prove it by killing you."

"No!" Dean suddenly shouted, taking a giant step in front of his little brother, "No, ok? Just… everybody chill."

"See what I mean Dean?" Lillith raised her eyebrows, "Now how many years has it been, and you still haven't figured out that the only thing that happens when you stop little Sammy from biting the big one, is that it makes it all the harder to go through the next time."

"We'll go," Dean eagerly suggested, "We'll just leave, and you can do whatever it is you do…"

"No," Lillith shook her head, "I'm sorry Dean, but like Sam said, this has to end today."

A heart stopping gasp suddenly came from behind Dean, and the hunter swiveled around to see Sam's eyes wide, and a small trickle of blood coming out of his mouth.

"No! Sammy!" Dean screamed as his brother collapsed to the ground.

Upon further inspection, blood came from the front of Sam's shirt and quickly pooled around his body in a thick mass of crimson. Dean grabbed Sam's head to try and support him, but he could already feel the dead weight in his hands.

"Sammy!" Dean cried, "No, Sam! No… no…" frantically Dean turned to Lillith, "Stop it, please!"

"He's gone Winchester," Lillith spoke deadpan, "Begging won't do anything but make this better for me."

"You bitch!" Dean roared getting up and lunging towards the demon.

With a lazy hand, Lillith stopped Dean from getting close enough to do any damage, "You're lucky I didn't kill him when he turned against me."

"Lucky?" Dean breathed, tears freely coming down his face as he refused to look at the body of Sam, "You call that lucky?! I'm going to kill you, you son of a bitch!"

"Don't fool yourself Dean," Lillith almost looked sad, "This was never about you, and never about Sam. This was all much bigger than that."

"Why?" Dean's lower lip trembled like a five year old, "Why are you doing this?"

"Because you have to learn!" Lillith closed her eyes in frustration, "People on this earth have to learn that you can't have good without evil. And the more you try and stop us, the more we'll fight back."

Dean stared at the demon that had just taken the last thing he cared about away from him. Speechless, Dean wished he could simply lay down on the ground, close his eyes, and be done with everything. To just disappear to a world where there was no evil… or hell, at least where he didn't know about it.

"Are you having fun Lillith?"

A sudden, oddly familiar voice spoke up, and Dean looked up to see the Trickster from so many years ago standing a few feet from the demon. On the contrary to how the white eyed girl had been smirking and mocking Dean, she now looked almost terrified towards the Trickster.

"You," she spoke softly, "We had a deal."

"Of course we did," the Trickster laughed, "I have deals all over the place, but this… this is the one that's bugging me right now."

"You have nothing to do with this," Lillith spoke threateningly.

"On the contrary, I have very much everything to do with this," the Trickster casually pulled out a candy bar from his pocket and began to unwrap it, "The Winchester's and I go back a long ways. Don't we Dean?"

"What are you doing?" Dean whispered from his position now half collapsed on the ground.

"They're not exactly the brightest bunch," the Trickster took a large bite of chocolate, "But they've always meant well. And I hate to see it suddenly end with a power trip from you Lillith."

"Don't," Lillith shook her head, "I've almost won! I almost have exactly what I need. All I have to do is get rid of these hunters."

"I can do that for you," the Trickster nodded and turned to Dean, "What would you do different?"

"Wha-- what?" Dean breathed, his eyes watching what was happening before him.

"Would you change being a hunter?" the Trickster asked, "Would you have rather lived an apple-pie life with white picket fences and rose bushes?"

Dean swallowed hard, "I've lost everything. I have nothing left."

"Nice commentary, but a little off topic," the Trickster rolled his eyes, "Now just answer… would you have rather lived an ignorant life where dead Sammy here grows up to be a lawyer with a wife and two and a half kids?"

Flashbacks of his time with the djinn rolled in Dean's mind as he whispered, "Sammy and I didn't get along…"

"That's right."

"But…" Dean dared a glance as his dead brother, "…he lives."

"Bingo."

"Then yes," Dean answered firmly.

The Trickster smiled as Lillith's eyes widened in fear.

"You know," the Trickster spoke sincerely, taking another bite of his candy, "You Winchester's are something else…"

Mary opened up the nursery door, holding onto four year old Dean in her arms, "Come on, lets say good-night to your brother."

With a grin Dean walked over to the crib and stood up on the small stool that his parents had set up just for him and looked down at Sam, "Night Sam."

Mary walked up beside Dean and placed a loving hand on his back while cooing into the crib, "Goodnight Love."

She kissed her youngest boy on the cheek.

"Hey Dean," Dean turned around and saw his Dad standing in the doorway.

"Daddy!" Dean squealed, grinning as he ran over to his Dad who immediately scooped him into his strong arms.

"Hey Buddy, aww" John smiled, "So what do you think, think Sammy's ready to toss around a football yet?"

Dean shook his head, "No Daddy."

John laughed, "No."

Mary smiled at her husband and son as she walked by, "You got him?"

John smiled, "I got him." For a moment he held onto Dean in a tight embrace while lovingly rubbing his back, "Sweet dreams Sam."

Still holding onto Dean, John took one last look towards Sam laying in his crib before turning off the light and gently closing the door. Walking to a room just down the hall, John put an almost asleep Dean into his bed and went downstairs to join his wife in an evening of relaxation. The evening soon turned to night as the Winchester parents went to sleep. Soon, though, Mary was awoken by the baby monitor beside her bed going off with the soft sound of Sam crying.

Groggily, Mary turned on the bedside light, "John?"

Looking over at the place of her missing husband, Mary slowly got up and walked down the hall to her youngest son's room where she saw the back of a person standing over the crib.

"John, is he hungry?" Mary question squinting into the room through her sleep-filled eyes.

"Shhh," the person whispered, "…come here."

Curiously Mary walked into the room and over to the crib. Looking beside her she smiled at the look on her husband's face as he watched a once again sleeping Sammy.

"What is it John?" Mary placed a loving hand on his back.

"He went back to sleep," John smiled, "Without out any help, he went back to sleep."

Mary leaned in against her husband as she stared down at Sam, "He's growing up. Soon he'll be living on his own, and won't even need us."

John detected the sadness in Mary's voice as he leaned in and kissed her softly on the cheek, "Our boys will always need us."

The End.