Alright my fellow readers, this is it. This, unfortunately is the last chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed this story as much as I have. I was actually surprised to receive as many reviews as I did. Please feel free to check out my other stories and I will have some more posted soon. I am in the middle of working on two: When Your Past Comes to Bite you in the Ass and Winchesters Don't Play By the Rules so be on the lookout for those.

Chapter 27

The next morning I woke up alone. I got up and threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and started to make my way downstairs when I passed by the bathroom and heard Sam in the shower. I was tempted to join him but I figured we scarred Bobby enough so I didn't. I made my way downstairs where Bobby was cooking breakfast.

"Mornin' Bobby."

"Mornin'. Where's Sam?"

"Shower."

Bobby nodded and went back to his cooking. I thought maybe he was gonna say something about us being loud last night. But so far he didn't say anything. Just then Sam came downstairs. His hair was still wet from the shower and kinda matted on his head. He smiled at me and I grinned back as he sat down.

"Morning, Bobby."

"Morning, Sam."

Bobby put plates of eggs, bacon, and toast on the table and sat down.

"Bobby, you didn't have to cook for us," I said.

"I know, but I wanted to. I figured you all had a late night last night and I wanted to help rejuvenate you," he grinned.

Sam blushed and I groaned. Nice, Bobby, nice. After we ate breakfast I cleaned up while Bobby went to go do research for a hunter and Sam plopped himself on the couch with my laptop. Well, technically it's his because I don't seem to use it that much anymore. Once I was done with the dishes I headed into Bobby's den.

"Hey, Bobby."

Bobby looked up, "What's up, Dean? You mad about the joke I made?"

I chuckled and shook my head, "Nah, I just wanted to ask you something."

"Well, shoot, boy."

"I wanted to ask you how you really felt about me and Sam."

"Dean…"

I shook my head, "I just wanna know, Bobby. I need the truth."

Bobby nodded, "Okay, Dean. I'll tell you. You might not like all I'm gonna say but since you wanted the truth. While I'm not exactly happy that you're dating a half demon child, I also think he could be good for you. Y'know, keep you in line and sorts. He's a good kid, but because he half demon he's extremely powerful and dangerous and I don't wanna see your ass get hurt in any shape or fashion."

"You think he's gonna kill me?"

Bobby shrugged, "I don't know, Dean. Like I said I think he's a good kid and he seems to adore and love you, but who knows what's gonna happen down the line. I mean he's fifteen years old and already powerful, how powerful do you think he's gonna be when he turns twenty? And then there's the fact that he can't control his powers half the time. And who knows? As he gets older he may have more control over his powers and his demonic half, I don't know. What I do know is that while I do like Sam and think he's a good kid, he's also a dangerous one. One whom with we need to tread carefully."

I nodded, "Thanks, Bobby."

Bobby nodded, "Dean, Sam's a good kid, and I like him a lot it's just the other stuff that worries me."

I nodded, "I know, Bobby."

I heard footsteps and a couple of seconds later Sam entered the room, "Hey, Dean. I think I found a hunt for us."

I nodded, "Where at?"

"Queens, New York. There's been several reports of people being found dead in their apartments."

I shrugged, "Doesn't sound like our kinda case, Sammy."

"Yeah, well check this out. So far there's been three victims, all male and all live in the same apartment building. All three of them were found dead in their apartments, but here's the thing: There's no sign of forced entry anywhere. Alarms were still intact, no broken doors, no broken windows, nada."

"Now that sounds like our kinda case. Guess we should head out."

Sam nodded and left the room.

~SAM'S POV~

I left the room to go pack my stuff. Neither Bobby nor Dean knew I had heard their conversation. I sighed. I had thought that at least someone else besides Dean liked me. I mean I wasn't even sure about his friend Jim. As I headed upstairs I shook my head, I wasn't really even sure if Dean liked me anymore seeing what my family did to him. I started throwing things in the duffle bags as tears fell down my cheeks. If Dean left me, I didn't know what I would do. He's the only thing keeping me sane. He's keeping me human and good. I don't want to turn evil. I just don't. I can't. But who knows what will happen if Dean decides to leave.

I finished packing up the bags and took them downstairs. Dean greeted me on the stairs and took his duffle grinning at me. Gosh I love his smile.

"Thanks, Bobby," I heard Dean say as we started to leave. I just waved.

"Y'all don't be strangers, ya hear me?"

"O'course, Bobby," Dean said and I just nodded.

I chucked my duffle in the backseat and got in the passenger seat. I sat looking out the window while I heard Dean get behind the wheel.

"Sammy?"

"Yeah?"

"You okay?"

"Yeah, m'fine."

"You sure? You seem awfully quiet all of a sudden."

I nodded, "Yeah, Dean, s'nothing."

~DEAN'S POV~

I sighed as I pulled away from Bobby's house. Something was bugging him and I wondered for a second if he heard what Bobby said. I shook my head, Nah; he was busy trying to find us a hunt. I turned onto the highway.

"Tell me more about the case," I said.

I saw Sam shrug and then picked up the laptop and started doing some clicking.

"Three victims all male. Jimmy Roberts, Xander Rivera, and Donny Bors, all three of them lived in the same apartment building. None of them had any girlfriends or family. All dead within two days of each other."

"How old where they and who found them?"

They were all twenty three. They were found by the landlord when he went to collect overdue rent. According to this news article it says that the landlord said that he found them all in the same position: laying on their stomachs with a stab wound in their backs."

"Hmm. So what are we thinking? Ghost, vengeful spirit, maybe?"

Sam just shrugged. I sighed.

"Okay, see if you can find some information on our three vics."

Sam started clicking away and I put on some Metallica to ease the silence as I drove.

~TWO DAYS LATER~

Okay now I knew something was up with Sam. It's been two days since we've dealt with the vengeful spirit. And for some reason, he's depressed. I mean we just got finished a hunt and he's depressed. I mean, c'mon, Sam, really? You should be friggin' happy. If that wasn't enough to clue me in it was the fact that he wouldn't let me touch him for those two days. I was currently laying on the bed waiting for him to return from the bathroom. He walked out of the bathroom and sat at the desk currently staring at his hands. I sighed; time to get to the bottom of this.

"Sammy."

"Yeah, Dean?"

"Sammy, look at me."

He briefly raised his head and then looked back at his hands. I shook my head and sighed again.

"No, Sam. Look. At. Me."

Sam looked up and I saw that there were tears in his eyes. I got off the bed and walked over to him. I knelt down so that we were face to face.

"Baby, talk to me. What's going on?"

Sam shook his head, "Nothing."

I groaned, "Sam, it's not nothing. You've been quiet ever since we left Bobby's, you're freaking depressed ever since we dealt with that vengeful spirit two days ago, and you won't let me touch you. Baby, what's the matter?"

I saw Sam's lip tremble for a minute before he bit it, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"Sorry for everything. Sorry for what I am. I'm just so sorry," Sam cried tears spilling down his cheeks.

I lifted Sam out of the chair and into my arms. I swear this kid's gonna be taller than me soon. I sat on the bed and pulled him into my lap.

"Baby, what are you talking about?"

"Aren't you mad at me? For what I did? Don't you hate me for what I am?"

I shook my head, "No, baby. I'm not mad at you nor do I hate you."

"You should. I mean even Bobby hates me."

Sonovabitch, he did hear what Bobby said. Damn it. "Baby, Bobby doesn't hate you."

Sam nodded against my chest, "Yes he does. He doesn't like that you're dating a half demon."

"Babe, just because he doesn't like that doesn't mean that he hates you. He does like you, and he thinks you're a good kid, he's just a little worried about your powers and the fact that you can't seem to control them right now."

"Really?"

I chuckled, "Yeah, baby. I think maybe you didn't hear all of what Bobby was saying or you misunderstood it. He thinks that maybe you're good for me. It's just the powers that has him worried. But he likes you, baby. I mean if he didn't, you'd be out of his house so fast you wouldn't know what hit'cha." I put two fingers under his chin and made him look at me. "Baby, I love you no matter what anyone thinks. Okay?"

He nodded, "I'm sorry about your dad. And about your mom."

I sighed, "Baby, one it's not your fault that your father killed my mom. And secondly, it's not your fault that dad's dead."

"Yes it is! I killed him!"

"Not on purpose, baby. Sam, you're a good kid, you never wouldn't have done that if you knew what you were doing."

"But it doesn't change the fact that I did it. Not someone else, Dean."

"Yeah, I know, baby, but it's okay. I'm okay. I'm not mad at you, I don't hate you and I'm not gonna dump your ass somewhere."

Sam raised his eyebrows, "You're not?"

I chuckled, "Figured that's what you were thinking. No, Sammy, I'm not. You really think I'd leave you? I wouldn't do that, Sammy."

"Promise?"

"Promise. It's you and me against the world, Sammy. Together we can take on anything this life throws at us."

Sam nodded and kissed me. I kissed him back and then we cuddled, do not tell anyone I said that, on the bed and watched a movie.

THE END.