Well. We finally made it to the end.

So, for the last time, THANK YOU EVERYONE! :D

Also a special thanks to all my devoted reviewers (you know who you are)!

I really enjoyed writing this story, and I'm happy that so many people enjoyed reading it too.

All stories must come to an end though...

So without further ado, I present you the last chapter.

Back to Normal?

Sam's Perspective

Sam hears the familiar hum of the Impala, and feels the light bounce of the car as Dean cruises down the road. He forces his eyes open and finds himself laying in the back seat. He groans as he stretches his cramped body.

"Welcome back to the land of the living, Sammy," Dean says.

"It's Sam," he mumbles in return.

Dean snorts in reply.

Sam grunts as he attempts to reposition himself. The top of his head is uncomfortably pressed against the car door and his long legs are bent at a stiff angle. Minutes pass as Sam unsuccessfully tries to find a comfortable position. When he finally gives up he becomes aware of how silent the car is. No soft rock tunes, no tapping. Just complete silence.

Sam slowly sits up and slyly glances at his brother. Dean's mouth is set in a rigid line and his hands are slightly trembling.

Sam finds himself seeking refuge in the outside world. He attempts to count the trees as they fly by. He categorizes the clouds' shapes. He does anything to distract himself from the impending conversation. Sam feels the tension in the car rising steadily. He swallows loudly, wishing Dean would just break the ice. Sam sighs and rests his head against the smooth glass.

"How long?" Dean finally whispers.

"What?" Sam responds a little too quickly. His voice comes out in an oblivious tone, but he is far from unaware.

"How long, Sam?" Dean repeats a littler more sternly.

Sam's eyes fill with tears and he quickly blinks them away. He looks down towards his lap to hide his glassy eyes. Though inevitably his tears succumb to gravity and fall from his heavy lids.

"Eleven years," Sam barely whispers.

"Eleven years," his brother repeats in a surprisingly calm voice.

Dean slams on the brakes and brings the Impala to a stop on the shoulder.

Sam immediately lifts his head up and comes face to face with his brother's serious stare.

"Eleven years!" Dean screams. He clutches the leather seat, causing his knuckles turn white.

"Dean… I… I should have… I…" Sam stutters as he tries to find the proper words. All these years Sam imagined what it would be like to finally relieve himself of this burden, to confess his true shame, but now that the time has come he is at a loss for words.

Dean stares at him with expectant eyes. Sam searches himself for the right words to ease his brother's pain, but in the end he only whispers two words.

"I'm sorry."

Dean's shoulders drop and his tense muscles sag.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Dean asks softly, "Why?"

"Because…" Sam starts as his throat closes up. For years, he buried this thought deep inside himself, never planning to say it aloud. It is his burden to bear. He looks at his brother's open face. Not anymore.

"Because I'm a monster."

Dean's eyes widen and he falls back on his knees. His back briefly rests against the steering wheel.

"Sam…" Dean murmurs as his face falls slack with disbelief. He remains silent for a few moments before looking up in annoyance.

"How stupid are you?" Dean states bluntly.

Sam twitches in surprise.

"Wha…?" he breathes.

"I said… How. Stupid. Are. You?"

Sam sits in stunned silence, unable to keep his mouth from falling open.

Dean ignores Sam's shocked expression and continues speaking.

"Idiot, yes. Annoying, yes. Freaky, yeah a little bit. But a Monster, hell no. Sammy, you're not a monster. You could never be a monster."

Sam looks out the window and fidgets uncomfortably. Strangely, he finds himself defending his statement.

"It's just, ever since I started having visions. I felt like I didn't belong with you and dad. Like I was one of the things you hunted."

Dean wastes no time ripping his statement apart

"Okay. One, that is bullshit, and two, you are nothing like the monsters we hunt. Sam, you are the purest idiot I've ever met."

"But Dean, I…" Sam begins. He stops when Dean places his hand on his shoulder.

"Sam, you're my brother. Nothing has changed."

Sam turns away, embarrassed by his teary eyes.

"We'll always be brothers, Sammy," Dean repeats. With that statement, Dean turns around and sits quietly. Then he shifts the car back into drive and pulls onto the vacant road again.

Sam looks out the car window silently, his body still churning with anxiety. After a few silent moments, Sam finally cracks.

"What happens now?" Sam barely whispers.

"What do you mean?" Dean asks.

"Is everything just going to go back to normal?" Sam says quietly.

Dean continues on the road for a few minutes before speaking again.

"I don't see why it wouldn't," he says simply.

"But Dean, you know now. I'm psy–," Sam starts, but Dean cuts him off.

"You were a freak before, and you're still a freak now. What has changed?" Dean questions.

Sam looks at his brother in disbelief through the rearview mirror. Dean catches Sam's eye contact and speaks again.

"What? Do you want me to release you into the woods and hunt you like fowl? Sorry Sammy, but I'm not into that."

Sam cannot stop the small smile that spreads across his face. His gloomy mood begins to rise.

"You're…" Sam begins.

"The best brother in the world. Yeah. I know," Dean finishes.

Sam shakes his head and laughs softly. Dean smiles at Sam, and then pops a cassette into the Impala.

"Metallica? Please, Dean. I changed my mind. I want to go back to the House of Vera," Sam cries.

"Too late," Dean laughs, "You're stuck with me whether you like it or not."

Sam groans dramatically before speaking.

"Great."

Dean looks at Sam with a sudden serious expression and nods his head. Sam knows exactly what that gesture means. He still has my back. Sam nods his head in return. Dean quickly breaks eye contact and raises the volume. He sings loudly with the deafening tunes. Sam covers his ears and shakes his head.

Suddenly, Dean stops singing and pulls to the side of the road again.

"Why are you stopping?" Sam asks.

Dean does not respond. He simply pats the passenger seat next to him. When Sam does not move, Dean speaks.

"Do you want shotgun or not?"

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, I do," Sam mumbles as he gets out of the car and slides into the passenger seat.

Dean nods his head, and then continues on the road again.

Sam looks out the window and watches the tree-filled landscape fly by. The Impala bounces along the empty road as morning rays brighten the desolate area. Outside the world looks calm, silently waking up from a peaceful slumber. Inside the Impala, Metallica blares as Dean pounds his hands against the steering wheel. Sam smiles freely.

To Dean, I'm not a monster. To Bobby, I'm not a monster. To my family, I'm not a monster. And in the end, that's all that really matters.

~THE END~

I hope the ending delivered... Endings are always so difficult

Just a side note, I won't be writing for awhile (school is killing me). But hopefully I'll be able to write a little something in December.

Once again, Thank you :) Hopefully we will meet again!