So, thanks for staying with me and the story. I hoped you liked it... I guess, because I got some awesome reviews... thanks to all of you for them.

Enjoy the last chapter... and it kinda will be a spoiler to "In my time of dying"... it's something I didn't know would happen in this story... so. I just can tell you now.

Lee

Before:

"I'm not something you can kill, any human could kill. I'm lingering in the soul and the thoughts in your minds. I'm feeding of your fears, your hate and your anger. And when there's enough. I'm rising. You killed my host and through you I'll become whole again. I'll be there when the time is right, just out of reach in one corner of your mind."

John could almost feel the sneer of the dark shadow as it continued:

"So John, tell me... what do you fear most?"

Now:

He startled awake. "Sir... Sir? Can you hear me?" He sat up abruptly, shrugging the hand on his shoulder off in the progress.

"God..." he covered his face with a hand.

"Sir? Sir?"

Finally he had recovered enough to recognize Dr. Sanders and sprang to his feet.

"Doctor... How... how's Sam? How's Dean?" he grabbed her arms, barley stopping himself from shaking her.

Her hands took hold on his arms in return, but the smile on her face was genuine and he could feel his legs going all jell-o. She kept her hold as he sat down heavily again, a small gasp of relieve escaping his throat.

"Dean's asleep right now. He crashed due to exhaustion and blood-loss. He'd been lucky. His windpipe wasn't hurt. There's a slight swelling, which should be gone by morning. We are monitoring his breathing, just to be sure... The wound on his back didn't hurt the spinal cord. It was terse, though."

Her face grew serious. "Sam's condition was very critical at first. He was already in shock, his condition almost turned out-of-control. His heart stopped once because of the severity of blood-loss. We could replace enough of his blood-volume to counteract the signs of shock. We keep a close look at him for tonight at ICU, but you had brought him here fast enough. We sedated him to let his body rest.

Your son's both have been lucky, Sir. If the wound to Sam's shoulder would have been a few inches lower..." she stopped there and shook her head, "... it would have nipped an artery. He wouldn't have survived that." She ended.

He nodded. "Thank you. Thank you Doc... Do you have any news about..." She smiled at that. "Your friend's asleep, too. We set his broken wrist..." she stopped again and frowned. "He obtained almost a similar wound to the one on Dean. They were attacked by burglar`s?" John nodded.

"Did you called it in already?"

He shrugged at her. "I'm with the police myself. I called it in... Sorry ma'am, but... I'd like... you know?" he started, and she smiled at his worry.

"I do understand, Mr. Jaspers. If you'd like to follow me?"

3 weeks later

Again he was in the cave. Watching as the glistening silver came down in a shimmering arc. Watching as the silver cross plunged into his son's body with a sickening noise. Listening to the agonized scream that almost stopped immediately and continued as a gurgle while blood ran down Sam's chin, coming from his nose and mouth.

The shadow still holding the cross turned its head, again wearing Bobby's face and smiling Bobby's smile. And it pointed to another lump far on the wall of the cave a menacing laugh echoing through the cave.

This time John was oddly detached. He knew his sons were alright. He knew his sons were safe. Asleep. This was a dream. Brought on by a new demon that would now live among the others in the corner of his mind on the brim to his soul.

"Do you think you can stop me by a simple kill, John?" it asked him anew, looking at him, challenging.

John stared at him, coldly.

"I'm not something you can kill, any human could kill. I'm lingering in the soul and the thoughts of your minds. I'm feeding of your fears, your hate and your anger. And when there's enough. I'm rising. You killed my host and through you I'll become whole again. I'll be there when the time is right, just out of reach in one corner of your mind. So John, tell me... what do you fear most?"

"You already know what I fear most. And if my worst fear comes to be true, if you'll finally find something you could feed on me? I'll find a way to stop it. And if I have to sell my soul, I'll do so. And if I have to trade my life, I will. You'll never obtain power over me, Judas."

At that the demon started to wail and writhe in agony.

"You'll dwell here till I die. I know about your essence, and I'm stronger than you."

Out of nowhere John had the silver-cross in his hands and he raised it above his head, seeing the demon shrink further away.

He felt the power surge through him as he struck the creature with the cross, pinning it to the ground, listened as the wail started to rise into a screech... and he woke up.

He lay there, felt the soft thump of his heart and listened to the soft voices coming from the adjoining room. He kept his eyes closed, hearing Dean's remark and Sam's snort of laughter at his brother's antics, and he smiled.

And John knew, that the words spoken to the demon had been all-too-true.

For his sons, John would sacrifice everything. Little he knew that exactly this would happen all too soon...

FIN

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