Fifteen Years Later

"Sam, we need to go to bed. We aren't going to find anything."

"Jess, I can feel that we're close." Jessica sighed and ran a hand through her hair.

"Sam. We both have to work tomorrow. Something tells me that my patients aren't going to accept the explanation, 'well, my husband and I were trying to figure out what supernatural baddie is trying to off a town.' Something just tells me that they are more concerned with the cancer in their bodies, and would think I'm a quack if I say that."

Sam looked up from the tome he was reading and sighed. He leaned back against the chair, and took his glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose. "You're right. I have to be at court in the morning. It's just that…."

"I know. You're used to researching a hunt until it's done and going and killing the bad guy. We can't do that anymore Sam. We just can't. We have to take it a little at a time." She rubbed a hand up and down his arm.

"You're right. I know you're right….Let's go to bed."

"Yes. Lets." They were headed towards the front of the house, that looked like all other houses, that looked like a house a lawyer and a doctor would own, and just as they were opening the secret door, they heard a knock on the door that led to their hunting room. Jessica turned and answered the door. There stood two hunters. Young. The older one, around 25 was holding up a younger hunter, one who was almost unconscious, dried blood was all over his shirt, and fresh blood was seeping onto his shirt.

The elder boy shuffled a little and then asked. "Are you guys the people that help hunters?" Jessica nodded.

"I'm Jessica Winchester and this is my husband Sam. What happened?" she asked as Sam went around and helped the kid with the other hunter.

"Don't really know. We split up, thought we could cover more ground that way, I heard something, heard him scream, and then he was on the ground, blood was everywhere. I didn't know what else to do, so I put him in the car, and I'd heard about you guys, didn't know if it was true or not. So, I hurried him here. We were a state and a half away." Jessica's eyes clouded over with concern.

"We'll take care of him. What's his name?" she asked as Sam and the elder boy hoisted the injured man onto her examining table.

"Luke." She smiled.

"Luke sweetie, you have to hang on. I'll do my best but you have to hang with me. Your friend…"

"Brother. He's my brother." He said with worried eyes. Sam swallowed and he rolled up his shirt sleeves.

"Luke…" Sam leaned over and whispered to the younger hunter. "You can't leave your brother. It's against the rules." Sam said and they began the process of cleaning up and helping the younger hunter.

That is Dean Winchester's legacy, a brother and a sister-in-law who helped people, helped hunters help other people. They made a difference. They made life bearable for those who kept the evil of the world from hurting others along the way. Every single day of his life, Sam tried to make his brother proud, he defended those who were downtrodden and misunderstood, even defended a hunter or ten. Jessica, whose major had been archaeology, returned to Stanford and became pre-med. She became a cancer doctor, who specialized in keeping hunters from dying. Each, whose career made them more money than they could ever use, provided whatever services they could for any hunter who needed it free of charge. And Bobby Singer encouraged those who needed help to come. Because all were welcome at the Winchester home, because all were safe within their salt lines, and magical defenses.

Jessica watched Sam take the elder hunter aside and sit with him, hand him a cup of coffee, and she heard him say something about Dean, something about knowing what it's like to be a brother. The elder seemed to relax as he sipped his coffee, and stealing glances her way. The boy on her table would be fine. It seemed as if her office was blessed. When a hunter came through, no matter how grave the injuries, they usually survived. It was like an angel was watching over them. And every night before she went to bed, she said a prayer for her family, the hunters in the world, and she gave a silent thank you to Dean, because she knew that he was pulling as many strings as he could in heaven and she was eternally thankful.

She looked at Sam again and smiled. Dean's bucket list was complete, Dean would be proud, and Jessica thought, hoped, and prayed that Sam knew it.

The End