Chapter Ten.

Epilogue.

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"We're well and truly screwed," Dean said angrily, all his bravado coming back now that Death had taken himself off.

He passed a hand despondently over his face but his eyes when he turned his head back to look at Sam, were filled with defiance.

Sam was studying him; he didn't need to use his telepathy to understand what his big brother was thinking. His expressive face told him that Dean was well and truly pissed.

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"That's it Sam," Dean spat out. "Enough is enough!"

Dean was a hunter; the life was in his blood; it's what he did best but he was at the end of his tether. Sam had just gotten his soul back; only a shaky wall was holding back the hell-memories and no-one could foresee the consequences if it crumbled.

Sam had already put it under pressure coming into Hell to save him; he wasn't going to put his little brother in any more danger. Sam's well-being came before everything!

He had no wish to be Heaven's general and he certainly had no intention of letting Sam become king of friggin' Hell!

They would forget all about these newly discovered powers; and pretend that Death had never spoken to them today.

He could feel Sam's telepathic support as he intercepted his brother's mental anger. Heaven and Hell could fix their own problems; he and Sam would lay low, away from this freaking mess.

Castiel and Crowley could wear themselves out trying to get into Purgatory for all he cared.

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"Sam, we're having no more truck with any of this. We're just gonna yank ourselves out of the picture. What Death's asking us to do is way out of our league, powers or no powers. He'll just have to find someone else to do his dirty work for him."

Sam nodded his agreement. "Yeah, Dean. We're hunters, not omnipotent beings. If Crowley and Castiel open the gates of Purgatory, we'll worry about it then; for all we know they might never manage to do it."

"You said it, bro," Dean replied. " It's the Big Boss' job to oversee the whole Creation thing. It's time he showed his face and got his affairs in order."

"Where do you think God is?" Sam asked.

Dean scowled irritated. "Your guess is as good as mine but I'm quite sure he's up to date on everything." He looked around furtively. "I wouldn't be surprised if he's listening in to us right now!"

Sam rolled his eyes." I'm sure he's got better things to do than eavesdrop on us, Dean."

"Ya think. At this point I wouldn't discount anything! Anyway we're out of here. Sammy. The Impala is angel and devil proofed, Bobby has seen to that and our ribs still have the engravings that keep us off of the angel radar. We're gonna take a little holiday. I hear Mexico is nice this time of year. I'm up for some sun, siesta and senoritas!"

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"Dean, Are you sure this is the right thing to do? Pull out of everything." Sam was beginning to feel a wave of doubt lapping at him despite his earlier words.

"Damn right it is, Sammy! We've done enough. Let them find some other stooges to fight their battles for them!" Dean declared convinced.

"But what if the C's…..."

"Enough about them? If they can't get their hands on your soul then they won't have the spell to open the doors and they don't know about the back door into Purgatory. All they can do is run around like headless chickens looking. Maybe something'll happen to throw a spanner in the works: Maybe God will show up; who knows? Meanwhile you and I Sammy are goin' south."

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Dean fired up the Impala while Sam glanced back at where Bobby, Meg and her demon followers stood waiting.

"What about Bobby and Meg?"

"The less we say about what's happened and about where we're going the better. Bobby will be safer knowing nothing. We'll get a message back to him eventually."

Sam settled back in the seat. He was still drained from his soul- experience in Hell and he was quite willing for Dean to take command of their lives for the moment. He was so glad to have him back that he didn't care what they did or where they went, as long as his big brother was happy and they were together.

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[Sammy, thanks for coming to get me….] Dean's mind-voice washed over Sam.

[Did you think I wouldn't?] Sam sent back drowzily, his eyes closing in sleep.

[Not for a minute!] Dean answered.

[I'd always come for you, Dean.]

[I know, Sam.]

[Would you have come for me, Dean?]

[Silly question, Sammy!]

[You haven't answered though.] Sam insisted.

[To the ends of the Earth and beyond, Sasquatch!]

Sam huffed and Dean smirked as their telepathic bond kept them woven tightly to each other even as Dean drove and Sam slept.

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