So Guys...this is it...I think... End of the line. I hope you've enjoyed this. Soooooooooo sorry about the delay but I've been having an awful lot of migraines recently which makes it hard to plot. But I have meds for some of my headaches now so hopefully if I continue with the fanfics then it should be quicker to update. I hope this is as good as some of the other parts but I didn't have any plans for this fic originally so I hope this is an okay ending...

The room was charged with tension leaving the three men inside bristling and furious.

"Sammy, last time we left you we came back to you on the floor and in pain, the time before that you were dying of freakin starvation. I'm sorry to burst your bubble. I've said it before and I've said it again, but you are not staying here. You are not staying here!" John's voice was raging.

Sam turned to his brother.

"And you, what do you think?" He muttered trying to cool his resentment.

"I just want you to come home Sammy, is that too much to ask? I want us to be a family again. A proper family. Everything can go back to the way it was."

Sam grimaced.

"Home! A proper family! What the hell would you know about that." He laughed with a detachment that he didn't even realize he had. "We've never had a home and this stopped being a family when he," Sam gestured towards their John, "Stopped being our Dad and decided to become our commander!"

He looked towards his 'family' cynically. Maybe he could be okay with the fact that they didn't want him to be here. He could definitely live with it. But they had pity in their eyes; Pity, concern and doubt. A doubt that Sam couldn't do it. A doubt that he wasn't strong enough. Sam knew that John had always had that doubt but Dean! Dean was his older brother, the one who had always supported Sam and knew he could make it if he was just given the chance. But now he had forsaken him too.

"You still don't understand, do you!" Sam's voice was cold and bitter.

"This is why I left. I am capable. I can live my own life and it's going to be by my own terms! Okay?"

He jumped to his feet and walked towards the door slamming it behind him.

"Ouch," A voice said slowly. "Bad timing?" Jess asked already turning away.

"For you it's never a bad time." Sam spoke calmly lacking his previous anger. He swept an arm round her waist, pulling her towards him.

Together they walked down the street, hand in hand.

"You know I had a dream about you last night," Jess began.

"Not in a creepy I'm a perverse young lady kind of way I should hope." Sam laughed at her comically shocked expression.

"Nah- I only go for the good lucking ones."

"And she has a bite."

"I'm being serious Sam. I had a dream and we were together and..and… I think I love you Sam."

She traced her hand across his cheek. Never once blinking. It seemed like an eternity until he replied.

"That is so weird-"

"Sam!"

"I'm being serious, it's weird cos it's a coincidence because I love you too."

"Have I ever told you that I hate you"

"Not as much as you love me though," He said, calmly kissing her once on the cheek and then again on the lips. It was a long lingering kiss that lasted and lasted until Jess felt lightheaded but it was then she knew. She knew that Sam was a keeper and Sam was hers.

***SPN***

" I just don't know Dad. He's right. It's his life to live."

"I just want him to be safe."

"And so do I"

Dean looked out of the window towards the sight of his brother and Jess. He had never met the girl face to face but she had left quite an impression on Sam. Gone were the days of fast food and skin mags. His brother had finally grown up.

"Maybe," He swallowed hesitantly. "Maybe he's better off here. He can have a life, a family."

"You said, he already had a family."
"I know!" Dean snapped.

"But he needs to live. You can see it in his eyes. He has a desire. A desire for the good life. He wants his very own Brady Bunch and I don't think we fit into that equation, Dad."

"I hear ya. But he's my boy and I don't, I don't want to…"

John's voice trailed off leaving in its place an empty silence.

"I was just trying to say, maybe it is time to let him go..." Dean said slowly.

***SPN***

When Sam walked back into the motel he could sense that something had changed. It was so blatant, so damn obvious but he just didn't know what it was.

"Sam," that was odd. He could only recall a handful of occasions his brother had called him that.

There it was; the change. It was time for his choice.

"It's been rocky for a while and I get it if you are staying. Hell! I know that you're staying but I just want you to know it's okay and I understand and…" his voice cut off.

There was the unspoken I love you that Sam had begun to accept.

"See you Son" his father added his to the silent goodbye.

"Bye."

And there was his. There never had been any question in his mind about leaving, not really and the only regret he had was that it was so soon they had left.

***SPN***

"Quite a sad display really." A mocking voice came from the other side of the parking lot.

"I really expected more of you Sammy Boy. No tears. No fight! It's almost as if you've just accepted it. Oh well I haven't even started with this family yet!"

"A little clichéd don't you think? Bad guy at the end of the scene" Her black eyes contrasted curiously with her creamy skin and dark hair.

She looked towards the glowing, yellow eyes before her.

"Perhaps but that is what makes it ah-" He searched for the words whilst gesticulating slowly. "That's what makes it more interesting!"

"If you say so." She said snarkily and then laughed with distaste. Her voice had an uninterested drawl to it and as her eyes flickered toward Yellow-Eyes she rolled them boredly.

I've left this open with a possibility for another fic maybe, something that follows in this way. I have some ideas but if you do tell me and I'll try writing it up...

Thank You All.

Floss x