Here it finally is my little (yeah, I'm gonna say it and completely regret it later...) minions. The final instalment in my story. I'm feeling weird (crazy is another word to describe it) right now so I'm gonna step away from the computer before anybody gets hurt. But a Happy New Year for tomorrow!

And, for the last time (only for this story) I'll say these words:

Eric Kripke, the most awesome person in the whole wide world (after Misha Collins, of course) owns all. And I'm actually quite glad that I don't, or the series would be a heck of a lot different. And not in a good way...

The next two days seemed to drag on for eternity to Sam.

Marty was in a coma, and his doctors were completely baffled about how he had gotten into it. He had no visible injuries, all the tests they had done on him had come back negative, and his family had no medical history of anything serious enough to put anyone into a coma. It was a complete mystery.

Dean didn't have a single injury on him. His chest showed no signs that he had been shot, every little cut and bruise had disappeared, and even the scars he had had since he was a kid had vanished. He was practically new again.

And according to Gemma's physician, the cancer had taken her sooner than had been predicted. Dr. Harvey and Sheriff Clifton had been told by Dean that Marty had kidnapped her for unknown reasons, and that he and Sam had went there to try to rescue her. Marty had suddenly collapsed, Gemma was hardly breathing when they had gotten to her, and soon after, she had died in his younger brother's arms.

Dean had decided that he and Sam shouldn't go to Gemma's funeral. The younger Winchester had hardly left his bedroom since the junkyard, his only company a bottle of whiskey. Dean tried to talk to his brother whenever he came out to use the bathroom, but Sam would just pretend that he hadn't heard anything. When Dean suggested that they visit Gemma's grave before skipping town, Sam finally responded to him with a single nod.

They arrived at Blue Lake Cemetery half an hour later. The sun shined brightly in the clear sky and the light breeze played with the tree's leaves, but the weather seemed too joyous for the occasion. After ten minutes of searching, Dean called Sam over to Gemma's final resting place.

A marble headstone marked the spot and grass was starting to sprout up through the fresh dirt. There was a single rose lying on the ground. Dean knelt down and reverently placed a fresh bouquet of white lilies that he had picked up earlier that morning in front of the headstone. "Thank you, Gemma," he said quietly, tears springing to his eyes. He hastily wiped them away. "Thank you for sacrificing yourself for me."

He stood up and walked back to Sam, who had been watching this from about ten feet away. He clapped his brother on the back and told him, "I'll be waiting in the car. Just come whenever you're ready."

Once Dean was out of earshot, Sam walked forward to the headstone and dropped to his knees. He read the inscription on it:

Gemma Leah Marshall

17 June 1983 – 15 November 2006

To know even one life breathed easier
Because she lived is to know
She truly succeeded in life.

Sam smiled. Gemma's family had no idea about what had happened at the junkyard, but the quotation seemed to fit it perfectly. Dean had definitely breathed easier. He gently fingered the lilies, thinking of what to say.

"Hey, Gemma," is what he began with. He shook his head at how ridiculous it sounded. He took a breath and continued, "You would probably laugh at me if I told you I had just talked to a headstone. I don't even know if you can hear me. I practically hunt the dead, but I don't know a thing about heaven, which is where you'll definitely be if there is one."

Tears filled his eyes and one rolled down his cheek. "Thank you for saving Dean. I know the cancer was going to eventually kill you, but it could have been later. If anyone deserves a life full of kids and white-picket fences, it is you. You hardly even know Dean. I can't believe that the fact that he is your college buddy's brother was enough to sacrifice yourself for." He laughed miserably when he realized that he had spoken about her as if she was still alive.

"I loved Jess, but you were my first real love. I just hate that it took you dying for me to admit that. I still do love you, and I will never forget you. I wish that we could've had a few more days together, just so I could tell you the truth about my life. But I had to say goodbye."

He paused for a sometime, just staring at the headstone with a single tear track on his cheek. It finally hit him: Gemma Marshall was gone, and she wasn't coming back. There was only one thing to blame for this, and Sam could feel his grief turning into intense anger. "Gemma," he said, his voice shaking slightly, "I promise you that I will not stop hunting that Yellow-Eyed monster until it's dead or I'm dead. It's caused three others to die that I loved, and I swear to you that it won't cause any more."

Dean had been waiting in the Impala for about ten minutes before Sam came back. The morning had gotten so hot that he had had to take off his jacket and roll down the windows. The weather was unusual for mid-November, but Dean didn't try to think anything of it. He didn't need another case straight after this one.

When Sam got into the car and slammed the door shut, Dean was surprised to see that his brother didn't look the least bit upset. "Sammy, are you OK? If you ever wanna talk about it…" he sighed at how cheesy he was sounding, "Look, I'm here for you if you need me, bro."

Sam gave a short, sharp nod and leaned against the window. He sighed and spoke to Dean without looking at him, "I'm going to find that monster and kill him, even if it's the last thing I do."

Dean revved up the engine and reversed out of the parking space. "For once in my life, Sammy, I couldn't agree with you more."

Well, it's been fun writing this and getting feedback from you guys. I can truly not express how grateful I am that you take time to tell me that I'm not a failure as an author. Thanks a bunch, and I hope my ending did the rest of the story justice! Out.