Well here we are people; final chapter of Blood Is Thicker Than Water. It feels sad to see the end of this fic but I want to thank you all who read and reviewed this story it means so much to me and this is my first Supernatural story finished. I hope you enjoyed this tale and don't pass up your opportunity to let me know what you thought about it overall. I want to make a special mention to those who have reviewed this story, you all know who you are and this story is dedicated to you and all you awesome supernatural fans. Well…I will leave you now with the final part of this glimpse of my imagination. Much love to you all and thank you so much for all your support and encouragement without you this wouldn't have been possible. Enjoy Part Twenty Six the longest chapter just for you.

"I can wait as long as needed to Samuel; I have time on my side whereas you don't!" Alastair's horrific voice filtered in from outside. Sam's eyes continued to peer out of the window with his heart pounding frantically against his rib cage. Standing directly in front of the porch was ten demons, their eyes pure black with one person standing further forward than the rest. Alastair.

Fear began to overwhelm the youngest Winchester, his own and his elder siblings. Their fear spanned from the same source, fears for their brother's safety, neither one cared or thought about themselves in this equation. All they could think about was keeping the other safe from harm and holding onto their brother with the patented Winchester determination and stubbornness.

"You have something that belongs to me boy and I want it back!"

Alastair's voice echoed throughout the tiny room and his eyes moved to lock onto Sam's briefly before the hunter withdrew from the window, backing up until his legs came in contact with the bed and he ended up sitting on the edge.

"This protection won't last forever and sooner or later I will get what's mine. Deano will be under my belt once again! You can't protect the ones you love forever Samuel, you must know this by now after failing all those times!"

He ran a desperate hand through his hair while trying to block out the sounds from outside. His other hand subconsciously found its way to Dean's corpse's thigh and there it remained for moral comfort.

He had no idea what to do now, before he would have run out there all guns blazing throwing down his psychic mojo on the oblivious demons but now…he couldn't risk it. He wasn't about to gamble Dean's life, no his brother was the one who had to make it out of this, his brother was the one the world needed, Dean was who needed to survive no matter what. Not just for humanity's sake but for Sam's as well. He had just managed to get him back to being his brother again and he wasn't about to lose him now, Not now…never again.

But how the fuck was he meant to kill Alastair along with the ten other demons practically on his own?

-You're not on your own

"Dean…"

-No Sam listens to me for once. I know you want to do this yourself; I know you feel like it is up to you to kill all of those sons of bitches but you are only one person. This weight on your shoulders doesn't belong there and dude it will kill you slowly if you don't ease up a bit. I understand…really…I do…I also understand that sometimes it is better to back away or accept some help…

"This really you speaking Dean? You're getting wise in your old age."

-Shut up bitch and I had totally rehearsed that moment and you had to go all smart ass on me, dude seriously I meant what I said. You're not alone on this fight; this is as much my fight as yours. If you haven't noticed I'm thirty years old dude, I think I can handle standing up and defending myself like I have done for twenty six years.

"I know you can it's just…"

-You're looking out for me…yeah I know but I just wish you had done in a different way without…

Dean paused unable to complete what he wanted to say but he didn't need to because Sam heard the meaning perfectly. Outside the demons had begun to chant Dean's name over and over again however neither brother paid this fact any attention whatsoever. They were busy with important matters at this point in time.

"Without drinking the demon blood, without confiding in and bedding Ruby, without turning away from humanity and without becoming so obsessed with the prospect of revenge I became blind to everything that was happening around me, namely you Dean…"

-Sam…

"No Dean, you had your speech and now I would like to have mine…"

-Bitch

"Jerk do you always have to have the last word, or is that just a big brother trait used to annoy the little brother. On second thoughts don't answer that just listen for once and don't interrupt!" Sam paused to note the small grumble of acceptance in his head before he continued "When you died it was like a part of me had gone with you, Dean, I had been following in your shadow trying to fit into your footsteps for my whole life and when that shadow was gone those footsteps became hard to fill. I tried to be you, I tried and failed. Instead I became an obsessed drunkard stubborn bastard unable to let go of the idea of revenge…"

-You became Dad

"Didn't I say no interruptions?" Sam paused to allow the impending comeback of bitch to be uttered before continuing. "But yeah I suppose I did become like Dad in a way however he had us to fall back on when I had no one apart from Bobby and Ruby. I pushed those I loved away because everyone I had ever loved or cared about ended up dead in front of me before I was able to stop it. I suppose it is like my curse…first mum in my nursery even though I don't remember her much…then it was Jess…then it was Madison…then it was Dad and then…then…then it was you Dean, not just once either. You have been dying or have died so many times and each time it got harder and harder to carry on like nothing has happened. I saw what life was going to be like without you and it was hell so I had to adapt to survive and survive to adapt. I became someone who was incapable of allowing people into his heart through fear of losing them, someone who became so driven by revenge that nothing else mattered and someone I didn't want to be…"

-Sam…

"I was controlled by the urge to gain more and more power, it was controlling me until I had no control over it anymore…"

-Sam…

"No…let me finish! What I wanted to say to you…what I have wanted to say to you ever since that argument in the car is that I am sorry. I'm sorry for everything I have put you through, I'm sorry for going against your last request, I'm sorry I lied to you all this time, I'm sorry I put my trust in a demon rather than you and I'm sorry I was so driven to avenge your death that I wasn't able to celebrate your return to life like I should of. I'm just sorry Dean for everything and I…I…I can't believe I'm about to say this…I'm glad that you're my big brother Dean, I couldn't have asked for anyone better. In fact you have been more than a brother to me, you have been a father, a mother, a brother, a best friend, a teacher and a hero. You have been everything to me and you still are. Dean you are my hero no matter what and you are still the strongest person I have ever known."

Sam finished finding his mouth incredibly dry and his eyes not. Everything he had wanted to say was now out there between them due to the mother of all chick flicks, one that he knew they had needed for a long time coming.

Dean's silence in his head unnerved him slightly while he waited for some witty comeback or joke to lighten the situation and end the chick flick but when this didn't come it is fair to say he was surprised to say the least.

-I'm no hero Sam, nor do I deserve to be called one…

"Dean how can you say that?! You have saved many people's lives over the years, hell, you have saved mine frequently, and I wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for you!"

-Yeah maybe but I normally end up saving them after I have screwed up first. I'm no hero just a man trying to get by in this life he has been brought up in. As you put it, I adapt to survive and survive to adapt.

"You're a hero and so am I. The stuff we do together, the things we see, the people we save and the creatures we kill is heroic. Facing hell for forty years and coming out with your humanity is heroic, facing death and surviving many times is heroic, always putting other people before yourself is heroic and putting up with me as a brother must be considered heroic…then again with you as my brother I must be pretty heroic as well."

Sam could feel Dean's urge to roll his metaphorical eyes as he was no longer in control of his own. Adding a small amount of pressure to his brother's thigh Sam squeezed it in comfort, whether this was for his own or Dean's was unknown.

-To end this mother fucker of all chick flicks I want to say that I'm sorry too. I know I must have been a right pain in the ass lately, been all over the place not myself recently, been on your case a lot and pretty much been throwing myself into hunt after hunt. I also know that I'm not the easiest person to live with especially lately with everything that has happened. I'm sorry for everything too…I know that you had to survive up here but I thought that it would be easier for you to get along without me then I could ever manage to get through life without my sasquatch geek college boy of a brother and I'm sorry I didn't see that I was wrong. One thing I'm not apologizing for is bringing you back and making that deal. I'm not sorry for that and if I had to I would do it again. You're my brother Sam…No amount of regrets and guilt will ever change that…

"We're alright though right?" Sam asked feeling how uncomfortable his brother was feeling at this moment in time, he never could handle the self named chick flicks very well. He said that the day he would he would have sprouted boobs going round to people asking them to call him 'Deirdre.'

-We will be, now on we stand together, with no lies, no half truths between us. We're brothers and nothing anyone says or does will change this. I will always be the overprotective, stubborn, smart mouthed, cocky and sexier older brother as long as you will be the geeky college boy Sasquatch stubborn pain in the ass bastard younger brother. We stand stronger when we are together, brothers in blood and brothers in arms. Stronger as a family…It's you and me Sammy all the way.

Sam's heart instantly warmed at the use of the dreaded but secretly loved childhood nickname. It had been a long time since he had heard it uttered with that amount of love and admiration present in the tone of voice. That name has been and always will be Dean's…just like Dean will always be Sam's Deanie in his eyes however he would never say it out loud because he doesn't have a death wish.

"What movie did you steal those lines from?" Sam laughed breaking through the awkward silence that had suddenly fallen upon them. He could sense Dean's relief of the deviation away from the chick flick moment.

-Bite me Sasquatch

Sam's face broke out into a grin and he could sense that if he could Dean would be mimicking that expression as well. A gentle cough from the doorway caused Sam to startle and it brought both Winchester brother's to come crashing back down to reality and the situation they had been hurtled in.

Sam turned his hazel eyes over towards the newcomer with the smile falling off of his face instantly. He met the weary and drained form of Bobby Singer who both Sam and Dean had come to consider as a second father figure behind their late great father John Winchester.

"You boys are breaking my heart right now however if you idjits have failed to notice there are twenty demons littering my front yard."

"Twenty?" Sam exclaimed jumping to his feet and peering out of the curtain once more. Sure enough there stood twenty or so demons waiting to gain access into the house to watch their so called master claim Dean's soul.

He hissed and moved away from the window to start pacing throughout the length of the tiny room. Bobby's eyes trailed his every movement.

"Dammit it! What the fuck are we going to do Bobby? There's no way we can face all of those ourselves, not to mention Alastair and I doubt any of them will leave without Dean's soul which they won't get."

-Sam

"They aren't taking Dean away from me…"

-Sammy…

"Bobby I just got him back…"

-SAM!

"He is not going back to hell even if I have to crawl…" Sam didn't get to finish that last thought as his left hand came flying up into the side of his face knocking him out of his thoughts instantly and stopping his pacing mid stride. With his right hand he rubbed at the spot of impact while glaring at his brother's lifeless body. "What the fuck did you do that for?"

-You were getting hysterical. Sammy you need to calm down before you end up doing something stupid getting us both killed. I can't afford to have you freaking out on me when you are practically my meat suit.

Sam's eyes narrowed further at the use of the term meat suit however he didn't say anything more but continued to rub at the nice bruise that he would be wearing in a couple of hours time. He exhaled a couple of times releasing his anger temporarily knowing that his elder brother was right. They needed to come up with a plan and losing control of his anger wasn't going to help matters at all. Not that they knew what will…

"Okay, so what are we going to do?" Sam asked his gaze locking onto the elder hunter's who stalked into the room and perched on the edge of the bed. "If you haven't realized we have four problems here…one…there are twenty demons out there all gunning for a blood bath…two…there is only two, err, three of us…three…I have my brother's soul inside of my body with no way to return him to his body and four…Dean's body is technically dead."

"Geez when you Winchester's find trouble you really find yourself knee deep in some massive shit," Bobby exclaimed taking off of his hat momentarily to scratch at his head before replacing it in its previous position.

-We need to summon some help

"And how do you go around summoning angels Dean? Please enlighten us on your religious knowledge that people have been searching for all these years," Sam retorted rolling his eyes in the process. Castiel and other angels only appeared when they desired not when they are needed, some shit about orders or something like that.

-Like this…Cas! CASTIEL GET YOUR ANGELIC ASS DOWN HERE!" Dean shouted with a sense of a cocky undertone present.

"Dude…do you mind that is my voice you are using…"

-Nope I don't mind.

But before Sam could come out with a snappy come back the sound of fluttering wings filled the atmosphere and two pairs of eyes turned to face the piercing blue of the newcomers. Instantly Sam could feel his brother turn his emotions towards smugness with the unspoken words 'I told you so' filtering between them.

"So what you come when you are called?" Sam asked incredulously. Castiel turned his gaze towards him with his blue eyes seeming to look past his soul to something buried deeper, Dean…oh how wrong that sounded in every possible level.

"Dean is my Charge…"

"So only when he calls you?" Sam questioned feeling a small sense of jealously rising inside of him; after all he was the one who believed in angels for all those years whereas Dean was always skeptic, claiming they didn't exist.

"Dean is my Charge…"

Sam opened his mouth to say something further but was bet to it by Dean. –Before Cas becomes a broken record…Have you done whatever it was you left to do because we could as sure as hell use you help right now?

Castiel cocked his head to the side slightly before he answered. His piercing stare never wavered away from the youngest Winchester although Sam was sure it wasn't him the angel of the lord was seeing.

"My orders haven't changed, I'm not permitted to directly interfere in your affairs, and my orders are still the same as Halloween…" the angel replied, his eyes seemed to twinkle with his intentions which neither Bobby nor Sam seemed to notice.

"So you can't help at all? They…err…we are really on our own?" Bobby spoke up his gaze locking onto the side of the angel's head. There was a slight shake on the tone of voice he used but Sam just put this down to the fact their friend hadn't had the opportunity to spend much time in Castiel's company so the emotions would be raw when faced with an angel.

"After everything you have done! AFTER EVERYTHING THAT HAS HAPPENED YOU REFUSE TO HELP US BASED ON YOUR FUCKING ORDERS! WELL SCREW THEM AND SCREW YOU!" Sam shouted allowing his anger to get the better of him once more this seemingly endless day. The angel's stare continued to penetrate right through him but he wasn't able to see what Dean obviously could.

-Sam…

"NO DEAN! DON'T YOU DARE DEFEND HIM, HE IS REFUSING TO HELP YOU, US!" Sam shouted back his anger continuing to increase and right now he was snapping at anyone and everyone nearest to him.

-SAM WILL YOU SHUT UP FOR ONE SECOND OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL START SWINGING!" Dean shouted over Sam's rant which caused the younger Winchester to become quite immediately, not wanting another bruise to coordinate with the one that was slowly forming already.

"Dean your brother has every right to be angry at that dick," Bobby added into the conversation his eyes moved from Castiel to Sam and then back again. They both stood about an inch or so apart with their eyes connected, anything could happen.

Sam, don't move your mouth…I need to talk to you in private Dean's thoughts echoed in Sam's head and he was mildly surprised not to hear his own voice vocalize those words. Sammy something isn't right.

-Bobby…

"You said so yourself, angels are just dicks with wings," Bobby replied but Sam and Castiel wasn't paying any attention to Dean's voice, well Sam's voice giving Dean's words life, but listening to Dean's thoughts instead.

What's not right? Sam thought hoping his brother could pick up on his thought patterns as well as Sam could with Dean's. Dean?

-Bobby…Cas did save your sorry ass from drowning Dean continued his conversation with the elder hunter but Sam managed to pick up on the double meaning behind this sentence.

Sam and Castiel turned their eyes away from each other so that they both faced Bobby, who looked back at them with some form of innocence. Innocence that the brother's knew the man didn't possess. The younger Winchester picked up on his brother's intention immediately, seeing what Dean saw in that one moment.

"What are we going to do now?" Sam asked breaking through the previous conversation, his right hand fingered his belt loop. No Sam we can't use the knife. With those words and a heavy heart Sam moved his hand away knowing that Dean was right, they couldn't kill him. They wouldn't kill him, no matter what.

-Face it Sammy, we're screwed, the angels won't help us, your powers have vanished and all we have is one shitty demon killing knife between the two of us. I'm going back down the pit and there is nothing we can do about it.

"NO DEAN I'M NOT LETTING YOU GO TO HELL!" Sam shouted feeling the sense of déjà vu wash over him.

-YES YOU ARE! The déjà vu increased with the same reply uttered. It was just like the last time they had parted from one another. Just like when Dean had been used as a hell hounds chew toy. It's up to you now bro.

Sam nodded his head knowing immediately what Dean meant. He held out his right hand which sent Bobby flying into the wall behind him with a sharp grunt escaping his mouth in the process.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU IDJIT; I THOUGHT YOUR POWERS HAD GONE?" Bobby protested struggling against his invisible binds. Castiel walked towards him with the same old neutral expression on his face, he stopped a couple of steps in front of the hunter and just stood there, not saying or doing anything.

-We lied, how long you been in him?

The demon wearing Bobby's meat suit pretended to act confused for a couple more moments before noticing that it wasn't having its desired effect upon the trio. With a grunt the demon gave up the façade allowing his eyes to turn black. "Long enough."

"GET OUT OF OUR FRIEND YOU BLOODY SON OF A FUCKING BITCH!" Sam shouted tightening his grip on the demon but he could feel his power fading inside of him. The power supply was running low with his dealer now rotting on the floor of her apartment. Once it was gone, it was gone for good. He guessed that he had enough power for one kill and one kill only.

"But I like it in here, Bobby says hi by the way…" the demon taunted forcing Sam to use more of his power on him. Before he could kill the demon he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder and he turned his head to face Castiel.

"Save the strength you have left for another foe."

Sam nodded in response and relinquished his hold upon the demon that smirked and fled, still in Bobby's body, out of the room. Probably to return to his master who at the moment was uncharacteristically quiet.

"Did we really just let that demon escape with Bobby's body?" Sam questioned watching the doorway where the demon had fled through moments ago.

-Yeah I think we did.

"What the hell do we do now?" Sam asked his eyes connecting with Castiel's once more.

All of a sudden a cheer of triumph erupted outside, Alastair cackled loudly over the top of what sounded like thirty demon's victory cry. "Getting slack there Samuel! Couldn't even exorcise a simple level four demon and now we have a nice hostage here who will die if you don't give yourselves up by sun set! That gives you one hour!" Alastair shouted over the top of more cheers.

Sam clenched his right fist to his side while Dean clenched his left. Both were feeling the same sense of anger and frustration. They now had one hour and one hour only to save Bobby, kill thirty demons, destroy Alastair and get Dean back into his own body before it decays.

So yeah another walk in the park for the Winchesters…

-I'm really starting to fucking hate time Dean murmured under his breath to anyone that happened to be listening. The brothers had started to pace once more using the one body, Sam's left hand held onto the demon killing knife, tossing it in the air every so often and catching it just as effortlessly. While his right clenched and unclenched with his unkempt annoyance and frustration.

"I'm right there with you bro…How come you never done that before?" Sam questioned.

-What?

"You spoke in my mind so how come you couldn't have done that before, you know save me some of my voice for myself? I swear once you get back into your body I'm not going to speak for a whole week…"

-Dude, as if…besides its more fun this way to see all the strange looks you get from people thinking you're talking to yourself

"Jerk!"

-How else am I going to get my entertainment stuck in you bitch...What are we gonna do?

Sam stopped in his pacing and ran an exhausted hand through his hair. Now there was a question…one that he didn't have an answer to no matter how much he wished he did. Slowly he turned on his heels to face the silent angel whose eyes were locked on Dean's corpse.

"So you're not going to help us again when you were so willing to earlier on?" Sam narrowed his eyes in the process of asking feeling his anger rising slightly unable to believe Castiel's inability to help when it is most needed.

"Heaven declares I have interfered in your affairs too much already, my brothers and sisters are afraid that I am beginning to adapt to humanity. I have been forbidden to help however my orders have been issued the same as Halloween but I can't tell you about it," Castiel replied and once more Sam had the feeling that the angel's eyes were peering right through his soul to something buried much deeper.

"Oh yeah that's helpful…" Sam retorted through clenched teeth.

-Actually it is…Cas I demand for you to help us through this and get me back into my own body as much as I am enjoying being a part of Jimbo here there is a handsome body going to waste on that bed.

"Very well…" Castiel replied bowing his head briefly in acknowledgement leaving Sam shaking his head in disbelief with no idea what the hell had happened between the pair.

"Wait…WHAT...Dean asks and you comply? What the fuck, are you really that whipped by my brother?" Sam asked unable to comprehend what had happened and in response he was greeted with his left palm to the back of his head. Hard to cause pain but not hard enough to damage anything.

-Jesus use that freakish brain of yours college boy, how did you even get into college?

"Oh…OH!" Sam exclaimed suddenly.

-Yeah oh…Castiel how do I get back into my own body?

"Two souls can be separated only when they can become one, if and only then the Guardian has to relinquish his control over the soul and let it move on. From there the soul drifts to its final location to settle into its chosen path…" the angel retorted almost smugly if that was even possible.

-Right…and that bullshit means…

"Its meaning is whatever you decide to take from that legend, it is a different meaning each time and only you two can discover what it means for you to become one. Until that time I can cleanse Dean's body of both demon and angel blood and postpone the decaying process for when you work out the true meaning of your conjoined souls. Until you can work out what it means for the Winchester brother's to become one…"

-You don't mean in a sexual way?

"DEAN!" Sam shouted in response feeling the chuckle escape his lips at the expression the angel wore on his face.

-What? It's just a question dude…

"Do you ever think with your upstairs brain? On second thoughts don't answer that…I'm pretty sure that sex isn't what Castiel had in mind bro…right?"

Castiel's gaze remained horrified as his eyes bored straight through Sam's. "Incest isn't the lesson you should be taking from that legend, try thinking about something that doesn't break too many sins at once. Winchester's you need to find out what the true meaning for you two to become one is…"

Sam and Dean stared back at the angel in awe, neither one had any idea what the hell he was going on about and they were both a loss. One thing they did know was the problems facing them in the here and now. Alastair…that fucking demon who had threatened their family one too many times.

- I have no fucking clue about the shit Cas is peddling but I have a plan...Don't know whether it will work but it is a hell of a lot better than sitting here waiting for the fucking demon to make his first move.

"Ok bro…what do you have?"

Alastair's eyes were locked on the front porch of the house, specifically the wooden front door. Beside him his minions were silent with Bobby Singer now lying unconscious on the floor to his right, no longer possessed.

His trademark smirk crossed over his face while he wrung his hands together in glee. The mere thought of reclaiming the prodigy son made him feel as excited as a teenager on his first date. He could almost feel Dean's blood running through his fingers; he could almost hear Winchester's blood curdled screams, his pathetic cries for a brother who can't save him and his cussing to cover up his pain pierce through his ear drums like a bullet.

Soon Dean will be in his grasp once more.

Soon hell will burn away the last of his humanity.

Soon hell with have a new leader, a new legend, a new fear to add to the mix.

The legend of Dean Winchester would go down in hell's history for the whole of eternity. The man who broke and brought on the apocalypse, the man who escaped only to be dragged down again and the man who will rise up and lead the apocalypse to victory. The angels have their prophecy and the demons have their own with each involving a common factor. Dean Winchester.

Both heaven and hell were gunning for his soul. He was fair game…only Alastair didn't like to lose…

He tilted his head to the sky to estimate the timings and the smirk only widened in response. Fifty five minutes had passed since his last ultimatum. Time to have some fun.

"You disappoint me Winchesters. You really going to let your friend die out here in the worst possible way? It will be slow and merciless. He will feel every slice, every carve and every drop of blood leave his body but this time there will be no reformation. Remember your time on the rack Deano? Remember what you saw Samuel? Do you really want your friend to go through that? Does he mean that little to you!" Alastair shouted his eyes glistening their deep black.

The wooden door opened a crack making the demon's smile wider. "Show time."

Sam drew in a deep breath trying to block out the sound of the demon taunting them. His left hand was wrapped around the sword sheath that now lay around his waist, while his right gripped the demon killing knife. He could feel both his and his brother's nerves wracking through his body making him on the verge of becoming emotionally unstable however he refused to give in. They had a job to do and this was the only chance they were going to get.

"You ready?"

-As I'll ever be

It was now or never…

Placing his palm on the door he drew in one more breath before stepping out into the front yard. Instantly thirty or so demons filtered into his view making his latest breath hitch at the back of his throat. He noticed Bobby laying face down on the ground seemingly unconscious but unharmed upon first glance.

The demons inched forward with anticipation with each and everyone wearing the same sadistic twisted smirk upon their faces. Their eyes were coal black as their unwavering stare was locked onto Sam himself. At that moment the young hunter had never felt more fearful in his entire life, well…apart from the day the hellhounds came for his brother…but he would rather not think of that at this moment thank you very much.

"Decided to show your face after all," Alastair cackled stepping forward slightly so that he was apart from the others at this point in time.

-Don't you ever shut up you son of a bitch!

The surrounding demons all hissed in response making the whole situation seem like a bloody panto. Sam could feel Dean's amusement break through his small sense of fear and he could tell that his brother was fighting the urge to shout out he's behind you.

"Can't a man gloat within his hour of victory?"

"You haven't won yet!" Sam growled clenching the knife with added pressure feeling his anger spike at an all time high. It was taking all of his self control not to charge forward and rip the demon's throat from his neck.

"Don't be so sure Samuel…you're not going to be able to hold onto Deano forever are you? His body is dying and there is nowhere for his soul to go now apart from beyond the realm of this reality and you don't have the ability to take him to the final resting place. So what do you expect to do? Hold onto Deano the whole of your life? Do you think your sanity would be able to suffer a whole lifetime with your brother twenty four seven? You wouldn't be able to cope; you would rather kill yourself than be with your brother all that time. You have been pushing him away all year and you have left him so many times. With him in you, you won't have the luxury of those options. You will never be able to leave him ever again so if I was you I would do your sanity a favor and hand him over to me"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT?"

"No? I think you know I do and I think you know that there is no choice in the matter. Hand Deano over to me and I will let you live your life the way you want with no more desperate needy weak brother holding you down!"

Sam right hand flew up of its own accord and the demon knife imbedded itself within the demons stomach which in turn just caused him to chuckle deeply. His eye darted down to the knife and back up to face the brothers.

"Is that the best you can do boy? Projecting your anger onto me won't save your brother from his fate will it? Now grow some balls and some common sense and hand his Guardianship over to me!"

Sam felt his whole body tense and he was about to lunge at the demon until he was brought back down to earth by his brother's voice echoing out in the atmosphere.

-Stop talking about me like I'm not even here!

"You won't be here for much longer kiddo, so I would say your goodbyes and come like a good little boy back to where you belong…"

-Why did you destroy that barn?

Dean's sudden question surprise both human and demon alike with Alastair chuckling sadistically under his breath.

"What?"

-Am I talking a different language? Why did you destroy that barn after I had saved them? They were safe…free from this game until you fucking blew them away! Why?"

"My dearest boy do you really think I would let anyone get out of the game that easily? I was becoming bored with waiting for you so I decided to provide my own form of entertainment."

-SON OF A BITCH! A GOOD WOMAN DIED IN THAT BLAZE AND ANOTHER ONE IS NOW SCARED FOR LIFE!

"Wow…Guess I have another reason to celebrate tonight!" Alastair snarled increasing both Winchester boys anger incredibly.

The demons surrounding the trio watched the events unfold with unhidden anticipation and excitement. They remained silent all through the exchange content to sitting on the side lines watching.

"I wouldn't be cracking out the champagne so soon." Sam retorted watching the demon's eyes narrow towards him making a smile of his own break out across his lips. He had no idea whether this plan would work but as Dean put it, it was all they had at this moment in time. There was no time for doubting his elder sibling.

"Yeah and what makes you so sure?"

-We challenge you Alastair if you're not too cowardly to face us without your demon cheerleaders

"You challenge me…You challenge me?" Alastair repeated breaking out in laughter which all the other demons mimicked instantly.

Dean and Sam both mimicked the laughter at the same time before Dean spoke out breaking through the atmosphere instantly. –Laugh it up Chuckles while you can because we are deadly serious. If you think you are man enough to face us on your own.

"You two really think that you can beat me…This is priceless…"

-I know how you can't resist a challenge or are you too cowardly or afraid of two humans

"This won't delay your trip to hell Deano but I'll humor you. If I win then I get both yours and Sam's souls and if you win then I just get yours."

Dean growled using Sam's mouth his anger boiling over dangerously; Sam's left hand fingered the sword concealed in the sheath unconsciously while his right curled into a fist. This wasn't part of the plan…

-Sam stays out of this

"No can do Deano, he is part of the deal, no Sam then I will let my minions here do what they want and I won't be responsible for their actions."

"Deal." Sam declared.

-Sam…no…Dean growled under his breath.

"Deal." Sam repeated. Dean I'm not letting you go to hell and I'm certainly not going to let you go on your own. You know what happened to me last time I know that I wouldn't be able to survive a second time. Sam mentally spoke in his voice and in response Dean greeted him with a ferial growl in his head.

Alastair nodded and instantly all the demons surrounding the trio formed an impenetrable circle around them. They stood shoulder to shoulder so there were no gaps and no chance for the brothers to break through. Bobby's body had been thrown to the side so that neither Sam nor Dean was able to see where he went.

Sam's heart pounded in his chest with pure adrenaline coursing through his veins. They couldn't afford to fail now because it wasn't just Dean's soul on the line, now his was too. If one brother goes then so does the other. The way it should have been from the beginning.

"You will all today witness the end of the famous Winchester brothers!" with Alastair's words demons cheered manically.

-You son of a bitch! Dean yelled.

In that one moment Sam lunged forward and tackled the demon to the ground until he was flat on his back underneath him. His right hand connected with Alastair's chin repeatedly, all his anger and frustration pouring out of him in that one movement.

The demon cackled as his hand intercepted Sam's fist halfway through his fourth punch. He tightened his grip around the wrist with a sharp crack echoing out into the impending twilight. Sam cried out attempting to pull his hand away to no avail. With a wide smile showing off his blackened teeth the demon lifted his feet sending these hurtling into the human's chest which in turn sent him flying backwards away from him.

-You fucker Dean exclaimed feeling the pain of his brother's sprained wrist. Sam panted while he pushed himself into standing position now opposite the demon. A sharp pain ran through his wrist but he chose to ignore this fact for now. He had to for both his and Dean's sake.

Alastair cackled with his demonic eyes locking onto the brother's intently. He reached a hand up to wipe away a trail of blood that had made its way out of his nose all the while refusing to break this eye contact. "Is that all you got!"

Sam lunged forward once more only to be thrown back by an invisible force; he straightened himself out and tried once more only to be met by the same force once more. Growling his eyes narrowed on the demon's outstretched hand in front of him.

Alastair smirked and made his move. He flicked his hand which sent Sam bouncing his back on the floor to his stomach on the floor. All air rushed out of his lungs with that one movement and he could feel his ribs crack upon contact.

Alastair removed his hold over the human and smirked at the panting man at his feet. "Looks like I will be getting both of your souls tonight!"

Sam lifted himself up onto his elbows and spat the pool of blood in his mouth onto the floor. His hazel eyes glared up at the demon towering over him. The adrenaline continued to run through his veins and he could feel Dean's growing anger inside of him feeling like it could consume him at any given moment.

"See Samuel you are just a weak human compared to me. You're both fools for ever thinking you two could beat me at my own game. This is the end for both of you so I will give you a minute to say your goodbyes to each other so no one can ever say I am heartless."

Sam wiped a hand across his lips clearing the blood away from his mouth while his eyes narrowed. All around them the demons begun to cheer with triumph and joy celebrating their premature victory. Snarling under his breath slightly he pushed himself up onto his knees to an eventual standing position.

Sammy you alright?

I will be when that fucker is no longer in our lives; he needs to pay for everything he has done. Especially for everything he put you through in hell. Dean I'm not going to let him get away for anything, for hell, for the poison, for splitting us apart, for Lisa, for Ben, for Jo, for Bobby, for Ellen and for you.

If we go down…

We go down swinging

You ready then bro?

As I'll ever be…Uh? Dean?

Yeah?

I umm…I…

Me too, come on then psychic boy let's make it count

Sam smirked, his left hand gripped the sword sheath tighter and his left uncurled from a fist to a limp open palm dangling by his side. He watched the demon narrow his eyes at him with that annoying smirk curled on his lips and it made Sam want to punch it off of him right this moment but first things first.

"Screw you!" Sam shouted towards Alastair and lifted his right hand so that it was outstretched towards the demon. His left hand withdrew from the sheath and produced the demon killing sword which Dean twirled in that hand.

Alastair's eye locked onto the blade and his smirk curled downwards at the corners. His eyes narrowed in the process unable to comprehend what was going to happen next. "What good is that little metal stick going to do against me?"

-You have no idea.

With those words Sam curled his fingers at the tips and instantly the demon was sent hurtling to the ground where he was pinned by an invisible force. Alastair's eyes widened in surprise and the Winchester brothers walked over towards him.

Blood began to trickle down out of Sam's nose through the power he was using but he had to focus on the use of his power at this moment in time. They had one shot and one shot only; he couldn't afford to blow this moment.

"This is the end Alastair, not for me, not for Dean but for you and your hold you have over my family. Never again will you be able to hurt my brother, never again will you be able to tear those souls apart in hell and never again will you force my brother to do your dirty work."

Sam placed his foot upon the demon's chest and Dean placed the tip of the blade underneath Alastair's throat.

-You're a bastard and you will never ever touch me or my brother again. I would say go to hell but that isn't where you are heading!

Dean lifted the sword up and away from the demon and held it an inch above his chest over his heart.

"THIS IS FOR MY BROTHER!" Both Sam and Dean shouted at the same time while Sam added pressure into his psychic hold and Dean brought the blade down to pierce through the demon's heart.

In that one moment a white light surrounded the trio with the demons vanishing into golden dust in the process. Everything was concealed by the light for the second time this past week.

After a couple of minutes the light died down revealing the remaining trio present in the middle of the earlier circle of demons.

Sam panted his eyes focused on the demon a smile pulled at his lips. They had done it. After thirty years in hell and four months on earth they had finally put an end to the demon's terror. To Sam it felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders and he felt free for the first time since Dean's death.

"One less fucker in the world," a voice beside him called out.

Beside him…Sam's eyes widened as they lifted from the demon's corpse to face the pair of emerald green staring at him. The smile widened upon noticing his brother standing next to him as if nothing had happened.

The brother's eyes locked onto each other. Both feeling as exposed and naked as each other but now they knew that there were no more lies. No more secrets. No more half truths between them, keeping them from each other.

Everything was out into the open for all to see and you know what…? Neither one could give a crap anymore. In the end all it came down to was them. Sam and Dean as two different people. Sam and Dean as two hunters and more importantly Sam and Dean as brothers.

A small smile spread across Sam's lips which were soon mimicked on Dean's newly alive corpse. They had done it and they had done it together which was the way it ought to be. Sam and Dean against the world together. Fighting evil side by side and together they were going to face the impending apocalypse because now they knew there was nothing in their way. They could face anything as long as they had each other.

Tears sprang from the corner of Sam's eyes yet he managed to maintain that desired eye contact with his elder brother who seemed to be fighting his own tears off. He was alive; Sam had managed to save him after all the times he had failed.

In two strides Sam came face to face with Dean, pulling him into his chest in the process, giving him contact he had craved ever since his brother's return from hell. At the moment neither one really cared about the chick flick, that didn't matter. All that mattered was the person in each of their arms and that was the way it should remain.

Forever hunters.

Forever friends.

Forever brothers.

Until the very end they stand together and stand together they shall.

End