Hey folks!

Thank you again for reading this. It's just a small epilogue left... but maybe you noticed it... there's this scene there, that left open the possibility for a Sequel.

I have to think about this, but if you liked this... I'll work on it. Anyways, there's also the "tag" I've written before starting this story "Will it be soon tomorrow Dean?". Just if you haven't read, you can read it as a longer epilogue...

EPILOGUE

"Jeez! I can't remember much from yesterday, but I sure as hell wouldn't let myself be kissed by an old hag, I'm more into nice and young ladies, with... what the hell is this all about, anyways?" Dean stopped himself mid-sentence.

Scrutinizing eyes bore into his, but he couldn't tell Dean about what happened in the past.

"I..." he stopped, his mouth opened to take in a deep breath, looking like a fish on land.

"You... just got me worried. 's all."

"Jeez, Sammy, don't get your panties in a twist. It's just a bump. Nothing I didn't have before, right?"

"Right..." Sam whispered.

"Dean?" he asked, hesitating.

Dean looked up from his coffee, raising his eyebrows in exasperation.

"Oh c'mon... give a guy a break..." seeing his brother's face, Dean sighed. I hate those puppy-dog-eyes.

"Okay, spill it already." he groused.

Sam stopped the smirk from forming on his face.

"You... uhh... remember any of the time we stayed in Greybull?" he asked curiously.

"I told you I was sick." Dean answered with a groan but continued anyways: "I remember Dad telling me he'll take you to Pastor Jim so you wouldn't catch on whatever I got, and I felt lost..." Dean's eyes suddenly took on that far away look.

"But... in the worst times? I somehow knew you were there..." and his eyes locked with Sam's, before he looked down at his coffee again, nodding quietly. "In the worst times I just knew you were there..."

FIN