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I'm sure you guys forgot this existed...my bad. I was so terrible to not post for a million years. But I can't leave this story unfinished. So here goes. The final chapter. I'm wrapping it up! THANK YOU so much to all of you who have followed my insanity. And a special thanks to those who have reviewed. It's so beyond awesome to get reviews and know what ya'll think of the story. THANK YOU!

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6 Months Later

"Any day now." Dean said as he stood alongside Crowley.

"Patience."

Dean couldn't have mustered an ounce of patience if his life depended on it. Today he got his Sammy back. It was hard to think back to a time when he had Sam (fully functioning) fighting evil by his side.

"Oh and you can go ahead and take these off." Dean said as he lifted his arms. With a snap, Crowley released Dean from his invisible shackles.

After what had seemed like ages, but was probably about three minutes, Crowley started chanting in Latin. Dean shifted his weight. His heart rate increased.

Suddenly, a portal opened in the air before them and a Sam appeared. Just as planned. Except, he was wounded – unplanned.

"Sammy!" Dean rushed to his brothers side, "You ok man?" He wanted to give him a bone crushing hug but he was pretty sure Sam's body couldn't tolerate any more bone crushing.

He was covered in a mix of blood and dirt. His clothing had been worn thin and was barely hanging on in some places. Scars covered his arms and there was one particularly nasty scar that started at his left temple and made a nice diagonal line all the way across his eye and nose over to his right cheek. His hair was longer than Dean remembered it ever being, if that was even possible, and he had healthy beard that was matted with blood.

"Enough!" Sam screamed, pushing his brother away from him. He reached for his crude weapon and took a swing at Dean.

"Woah! Calm down Sammy, it's me," Dean dodged the attack and backed away.

Crowley smiled as he watched the reunion.

"Crowley, our deal. Fix him." Dean's eyes were wild with fear and anxiety.

"Alive and Healthy." Crowley smirked, "Check and check. Looks like my end of our little bargain is fulfilled."

Anger boiled in Dean's blood.

"You call this healthy?" Dean said gesturing to his wild-man brother who stood poised for an attack. Sam was ready for a fight but his eyes conveyed a sense of confusion. Usually when the shape shifters would attack they didn't bother to put on a little stage production.

"Temperature, heart rate, immune system. All perfect. I even fixed that little time travel problem of his that your winged pet gave him."

The time travel piece calmed Dean a little, but not enough.

"You didn't expect me to give him a shave and haircut did you?" Crowley chuckled, "give him a nice little scrub and wrap him in a bow?"

"How's his head?" Dean asked.

Sam was beginning to feel completely ignored. Something very unusual for purgatory, but he wasn't going to poke a monster. One shape shifter was bad enough but two was asking for trouble.

"I got rid of his brain buddy. Unlike the angel, I can rebuild things. I cannot however make new walls, so whatever he remembers of purgatory… "

"You lying son of a bitch," Dean spat out, "you said – "

"Read the bloody contract. My work here is done." And just like that Crowley was gone.

Dean was fuming, but right now he had something more important to think of. Sam was right there in front of him. Sammy!

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"Sam, I don't know what the hell you've been through man, but look at me. It's just me. Dean." He smiled and added, "Your ridiculously good looking brother."

Sam didn't smile. He still had a white-knuckle grip on his knife.

"You're home. Well," Dean looked around at the forest they were in, "we're in some forest in Oregon. But you're topside. No more purgatory."

Sam furrowed his brow. This couldn't be true. He looked around. Trees, dirt, rocks. But there was something different. There was a brighter hue in the sky. He could smell freshness in the air.

"Dean?" Sam asked in a barely audible voice.

"Yeah, it's me." Dean smiled.

Sam lowered his weapon and took a cautious step towards his brother. He wanted to believe it. He wanted to believe it so bad that he decided to risk the possible pain of an attack. He stepped closer.

Dean wanted to let Sam warm up to him but he couldn't wait any longer. He reached out and brought his brother into a hug.

Sam's first instinct was to retreat but he stopped. He could smell it. This wasn't a shape shifter. This was his brother.

"Dean." Sam said as he squeezed tighter than Dean was expecting.

"It's good to have you back man." Dean said as a single tear slid down his face.

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It took a while but they finally made it to The Home Motel. After his time had been served, Crowley had been gracious enough to return Dean's personal items, which were waiting for him in the parking lot of the motel.

"Home sweet home," Dean said swinging open the motel door. Sam followed his brother and almost started crying when he saw the beautiful bed in front of him. Even more exciting was the possibility of a warm shower.

"You can hit the shower," Dean said, reading Sam's mind, "I'll grab your duffle from the car. If it's still there."

Sam nodded, entered the bathroom, and closed the door behind him. He nearly tripped over the little bathmat when he saw his reflection in the mirror. No wonder Dean had been upset with his appearance. He looked like a madman. He took off what little clothing he had and got to work studying every little cut and scar. Turns out you can't die in purgatory, but you can bleed, bruise, and scar like crazy.

There must have been hundreds of tiny little cuts. Then there were the medium level scars: A jagged scar along his wrist where a leviathan had taken off his hand, heavy scar tissue on his neck due to hungry vampires, long slices along his abdomen and back. Finally, the big deals. There were only two. The scar on his face. Nasty Frankenstein of a scar. And the second, a single word carved into his chest: DIE. One particularly vengeful monster had carved the word into his flesh over and over.

"Sammy, you ok in there?" Dean asked, concern evident in his tone of voice.

Sam stopped his inventory, "Yeah, uh, you got a razor or a knife?"

A minute later Dean gave a gentle tap on the bathroom door before reaching in to set down the requested items. He tried not to think off all the horrible things he'd done in the last six months with razors, knives, and other tools.

"I got some clothes for you too," Dean said setting the little pile on the counter.

Forty-five minutes later, Sam emerged from the bathroom a new man. He had hair nearly as short as Dean's and the beard was reduced to stubble. He was dressed in clean sweatpants and a gray v-neck.

"Finally, a haircut Dad would approve of," Dean said with a smile. It surprised him to see his bothers new look. He tried hard not to look at the facial scar that was more prominent now that it was no longer shielded by hair.

Sam gave his brother a little smile, "Yeah." He sat down on the bed opposite Dean.

"Listen, Dean. I don't know what you did to get me back but you have to take it back. You have to – "

"Sam. It's over."

"But Crowley, you must have – "

"I did, but I've already done my part."

Sam's face was the picture of confusion.

"Look, you were down there a long time. And while you did your time I did mine. End of story."

"But – "

"End of story."

Sam swallowed and gave a curt nod.

"Hungry?" Dean asked.

"Just tired." Sam said as he yawned.

"Well let's hit the hay then."

Sleep came easy for Dean. He hadn't let on to Sam just how exhausted he had been. Sam, didn't have such an easy time falling asleep. His mind was plagued with memories of purgatory, and imaginations of what Dean had done to get him out. It wasn't pretty. Plus, it had been so long since he'd slept on a bed, or slept at all, that he was finding it difficult to get comfortable. After he heard Dean fall into a rhythmic snoring pattern, he took a blanket to the floor, and managed to drift off.

Blood. Flesh. Bones. Screams.

Dean woke with a start. He was breathing heavy and sweat dotted his brow. Just a nightmare. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and was concerned when he looked to Sam's bed and found it empty. He stood and calmed as he saw his brother asleep on the ground. Dean got a glass of water and took a seat on his bed. He jumped when he heard his brother call out his name. It only took seconds for him to reach Sam.

"Dean. Dean!" Sam cried out.

"Shh, it's ok. I'm right here Sammy." Dean gave his brother a little shake. "Wake up, Sam."

Sam obeyed and his eyes popped open. It took him a minute to remember where he was. His face reddened with embarrassment when he saw his brother huddled over him like a mother hen.

"Sorry."

"You don't have to apologize." Dean sat down on the floor next to Sam. They sat still, listening to the cars pull in and out of the parking lot.

"Why does it never end for us?" Sam asked, breaking the silence.

Dean sighed, "I don't know."

"I just want to…start fresh. You know?"

Dean nodded.

"Do you think we ever can?"

Dean looked at his little brother. His brother who had been through so much. His brother who had saved the world.

"I know we can. We can start over right now."

"I don't think it's that easy Dean, I mean these memories…" Sam trailed off.

"Then we make new memories." Dean said, sounding very sure of himself, "It won't be easy. I mean between the two of us we've experienced every nightmare possible...times ten. But, we gotta try to move past that right? We don't have to keep reliving the same hell everyday. We deserve better than that. You deserve better than that."

"New memories?" Sam pondered that for a minute before allowing a smile to cross his face, "I like that idea."

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