Voila! The final chapter. Pretty much fluff and a chance for me to tie up all the loose ends, because, me being the scatterbrained that I am, forgot a few things, so this chappie is going to be along the line of humor. I hope you enjoy! :)

I'd also like to thank everyone who reviewed. OMG. I've never gotten so many reviews on anything I've written, and I never expected them for this story, as I felt, and still feel, like I can do better. Without your encouraging reviews, this story would have never made it far.

And I'd like to give special thanks to PlatinumRoseLady for being there since the beginning, Sammygirl1963 simply for being an inspiration to me, Swellison for giving me ideas, and those of you who kindly helped me with Latin exorcisms. *hugs all*

Now, enough of my babbling… On to the chapter!

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Chapter 14. On the Road Again

Dean awoke to snoring.

Not the soft quiet mewling of a six year old, but the deeper, gruffer snorts of someone older.

He opened his eyes and stared straight ahead to the bed beside him.

It was Sam. His Sam. The twenty-six year old brother he knew so well.

And…was he sucking on his thumb?

Dean sat up. Indeed Sam was—curled on his side in a ball and his thumb stuck in his mouth.

And he was making little slurpy sounds in the process.

Dean glanced around. Where's the phone when you need it? He spotted it and flipped it open in one deft move. "Smile, Sammy-boy."

Sam opened his eyes. "Mmff—?"

Click.

Now that was a Kodak moment.

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It took Dean awhile to stop laughing and Sam to stop blushing furiously from embarrassment, but when they did, they sat beside each other and tried to catch up on what occurred during Sam's time as his kid self.

Not that there was much to catch up on.

"I remember everything," Sam said. "I remember us going to Bobby's, the demons coming, and…" He looked up. "You bought me a stuffed dog."

"Hell yeah," Dean said. "Even at six, those damn puppy eyes of yours couldn't be turned down. I had to buy it."

Sam laughed. "Speaking of Cubby, he's still at Bobby's…"

He? Sam, you sure you're feeling all right? "So? Want me to call Bobby and get rid of it?"

"No… Just have him put it away," Sam said, shaking his head out of his recent childhood memories. "Who knows? We might need it again."

Dean raised a brow. "Planning on spending more time as a little kid?"

Sam shrugged. "Never know."

There was a moment of silence, then Sam spoke, his voice quieter.

"Did you really mean it?"

Dean met his sibling's gaze. "Mean what?"

"That you'd always be there to protect me?"

The Hell…? "Yeah, Sam!" Why are you even asking? "Always. I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it."

Sam gave a nod. "Good to know."

"I know things have been tense between us and our lives are shit, but I'll always care. No matter what, okay?" He huffed. "So, can we stop with the chick-flick moment now?"

Another laugh. God, he missed that sound. It was so much like the Sam he'd spent the last couple of weeks with, the Sam he'd left behind when he'd gone to Hell… "At least we're all good now, right?"

"Right. Just…" Sam looked pleadingly at his brother, "as cool as it was, no more praying please."

Dean gave him a thumbs-up. "Gotcha. I'm not in the mood to change any diapers next time."

"I wasn't wearing any diapers!"

"Almost."

"I was six…"

"So? You almost wet your pants when I tickled you." Dean grinned as he reflected back to that happy moment at Bobby's before everything went to heck.

Sam glared. "Did not!"

"Yeah, sure…"

"You're such a jerk, you know that?"

"Bitch."

Maybe things could work out after all…

There was another pause. Sam chewed the corner of his lip and grinned broadly.

"Is this a bad time for you to tell me another story?"

Dean punched his shoulder none-too-gently. "Laugh it up, Sammy-boy. But remember, I'm the one with the blackmail."

"Oh yeah…" Sam winced.

The wonders of a camera phone.

Dean vaguely wondered if he ought to post that image on the Internet.

"Back on the road again… Just can't wait to get back on the road again…"

Sam raised a brow as they walked towards the Impala and Dean began to sing. Quietly, but he sang, of all things. Not that it was rare for him to do, but it was…uncommon.

"Dean?"

Dean stopped. "Hmm?"

Sam shook his head at his sibling. This was the first time in a long time he'd seen Dean looking so carefree, and he wasn't going to ruin it. "Never mind."

Dean hopped into the driver's seat, swiping a newspaper off the passenger end to let hiss little brother sit down beside him.

Sam's gaze flicked to the back seat where all the kiddy supplies were. "Guess we can save that too."

Dean frowned. "Seriously? C'mon man. I don't think we'll be going through this again. The dog is one thing, but all that?"

Sam only shrugged.

"Fine." Dean threw his arms up in defeat. 'You win."

"Don't I always," Sam said with a grin.

"You so do not." Dean waved the paper in front of Sam's nose and rolled his eyes. "But forget about that. Now that the Winchester brothers are back in business, how about we get back to work?" He unrolled it, eyes rapidly skimming over the page. "There've been a series of unexplained maulings down over in Chester. Locals blame the attacks on a wild animal."

"Any leads?"

"Yeah." Dean passed the paper over. "All the victims were missing their hearts."

Sam's gaze flicked down to the article. "Werewolf."

"Bingo."

"Then let's take it down."

Dean didn't need to be told twice and pressed down on the gas pedal.

Back on the road again…

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The small town of Chester was quiet, the pale rays of the moon lighting the deserted streets. Who could blame the townspeople? No one wanted to end up being another victim, despite the facts that the police said that people were safe from any wild animal if they traveled in groups.

But what about that poor couple from down the road? Or those three campers just beyond in the woods?

Nope. No one was taking any chances.

And if it was up to Dean, no one had to ever again.

"Sam, could you get the silver from the trunk?"

"Sure thing."

As Sam went off to do just that, Dean mulled over the paper where he'd written down where all the victims had been discovered, noting that they were all pretty much isolated in a single area. Which in itself was a relief, so they didn't have far to hunt for the beast.

Not having far to look, they could corner it, put a bullet in its heart, and call it a night.

Ahh…He missed these simple jobs. If one could call hunting a werewolf simple. There was always a danger of some sort, but at least it was a break from all the angels and demons and crap.

"Uh…Dean?"

Sam's voice, filled with concern, caught Dean's attention immediately. "What? What's wrong?" Oh God, is he—? Demons again? Sammy…?

Sam peeked his head around from the back of the car, eyes wide. "You do know there's a dead body in the truck, right?"

Dean blinked.

…Oops.

Okay, so not everything was back to normal.

Note to self, Dean thought, Take down wolfie, then deep-fry shifter.

After that, they could call it a night.

Fin.

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Now, that wasn't so bad, was it? One big happy family again. XD