I hemmed and hawed about writing this but too many people said I left ya hanging so here she blows. I actully enjoyed writing it and tying up those loose end. I hope I got them all.

VEpilogue

The sound of a siren could be heard in the distance. Emergency vehicles were on the way. On the phone Jean gave them directions to the small clearing and it wasn't long before they came into sight.

"I'm not going to the hospital Sam," Dean growled.

"Yes you are," Sam and Jean yelled at the same time.

Sammi and her family knelt beside the hunters. Jean's gentle hands were already at work finding the worst of their injuries. She was amazed that they had both survived the battle with the Wraith. She was amazed any of them had survived.

Eyes bright with tears she looked at her family. They had survived a terrible darkness that had invaded their lives. Life had pitched them a curve ball, and she knew without the help of these two men they would have struck out. But they had survived and the knowledge would bind them together and make them stronger.

Scott stood silently at her side, his eyes wide. He was having a hard time wrapping his mind around what had happened. He wanted to believe he was dreaming, but he couldn't. He held Jamie in his arms, afraid to let him go. His shoulder was soaked with his son's tears, but now he lay quietly, drifting off to sleep.

The youngster didn't seem terribly upset. Scott was hoping the waking nightmare would have no lasting effects on his son. The young were so resilient, and the memories would fade. Now if only his own memories would fade. He knew he would never look at the world the same way again. Darkness had touched him and his family, but when he saw the light in his daughters eyes hope flared in his chest.

Sammi stood quiet and serene sandwiched between her mom and dad. The nightmare was gone, but the memories would remain. Her eyes were bright, the fear gone, lit instead by strength and determination. Sammi would always remember, changed forever by the darkness and the light two men had brought into her life. She had chosen to follow the hunters, chosen to fight instead of runaway and hide. She would always fight; it's what they had taught her.

oooOOOooo

Dean was adamant about not going to the hospital. He lost the battle.

Jean huffed in exasperation, "Dean, you have several cracked ribs, a dislocated shoulder, a slight concussion and more bumps and bruises than I can count, you are going to the hospital and that's final."

"I second the motion," Sam rumbled.

Stabbing his brothe with killer look Dean grumbled beneath his breath so only Sam could hear, "Bitch!"

Sam of course replied in kind. Dropping close he whispered his reply into his brother's ear, "Jerk!"

Tirade at Dean over Jean swung her gaze toward Sam, "Don't think I'm letting you off the hook young man. You're not in much better shape than your brother."

Sam opened his mouth to dispute the statement snapping it shut when he heard his brother's chuckling laugh.

The laugh didn't last long quickly changing to a hissing indrawn breath, but he loved the look of chagrin on his little brother's face. Hoist on his own petard, Dean was loving it.

oooOOOooo

Several hours later the brother's were comfortably settled between cool sheets. Stitched and bandaged they were sleeping off the effects of their encounter with the Wraith. Jean and the doctor had been adamant about keeping them overnight. They needed the rest and the peace and quiet. On they surface they might have protested, but it felt good to be fussed over even if only for a little while. Of course neither of them would admit it.

Early the next morning a battered truck pulled up in front of the hospital. He had called Sam hours ago, only to have the call answered by Jean. Relief swept through him. The knuckleheads were safe. Slipping quietly into their room, worried eyes swept over the two sleeping figures. Pulling his hat off Bobby wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed. He dropped heavily into the chair in the corner of the room to watch them sleep. A thousand things ran through his mind. They were good boys and they didn't deserve what life had handed them. They weren't his son's, but he was proud of them proud as any father could be. John Winchester would have been proud of the son's he'd raised.

Bobby started in surprise when a tired voice called his name.

Dean shifted in the bed and cracked open heavy eyelids. He was surprised but a tiny flash of something swept through his chest. He would never admit to the joy he felt at seeing their old friend, chick flick moments weren't his thing.

"Bobby," he whispered.

Swallowing to clear the tightness in his throat, a gift from the Wraith he told himself Dean quickly followed with, "Hey ole man, glad you could make it."

Ok, now this is the end hope you liked it – LOL. Hugs all – on to the next adventure…