A/N: Hey Bookworms! :D Here's the last chapter for this story! :) This was fun to write. It did make me cry a lot though. Hope you all like it!

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WARNING : Mentions of non-con. Nothing too graphic. Even so, I've put out a warning for all those who don't prefer reading it.

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Eyes shut tight, Sam was afraid to see what unfolded in front of him as the suffocating feeling disappeared which indicated they were there. He startled a little feeling cold hands caress his face. He immediately recognized the feel of them, having yearned for one last touch for so long. The only difference was that the hands once used to be warm.

"Jess, please," Sam begged, wanting nothing more than not to see this.

"I'm sorry. I don't want you to see this any more than you do. But you need to, Sam. It's what we were sent to you for. Please? Don't make it harder than it needs to be," Jess replied softly.

Sam couldn't resist the gentleness of her tone, the request in her words. He took a deep breath before nodding and opening his eyes.

Having been here before, he immediately knew where they were. This was the parking lot of Stanford University. He frowned, puzzled, as he gazed at the scene in front of him.

He couldn't help but smile sadly as he saw Jessica walk out of the library clutching a few books with her college bag hanging over one shoulder. It must be late, Sam thought. The parking lot was deserted and it was dark with only the lights placed at a few corners of the campus illuminating the scene.

"Hey, Jess," drawled a voice that Sam remembered all too well. He felt anger boil up inside him as he turned his head towards the voice. Mark Thompson, son of the principal of Stanford University. He acted like he owned the college and basically threw himself onto any girl he liked.

Jessica turned around and her expression turned to one of disgust. "Leave me alone, Mark," she quipped as he hurried towards the direction of her dorm room. She stopped abruptly as Mark stood in her way, two other guys with him.

"Oh don't be like that," Mark said, trailing his fingers over her arm. Jess threw his arm off and tried to shove past him but Mark caught hold of her arm and pulled her back, holding her close to him.

"Let me go!" Jess screamed as she struggled to get out of his grip.

Sam watched helplessly as fury built up inside him.

"Say you'll go to the dance with me on Friday. Then I'll let you go," Mark sneered.

Jess threw him a glowering look. "I'd rather go with a gorilla than you. Now let me go!" she snapped as he freed her arm out of his grip and slapped him across his face. The two guys next to Mark immediately caught a hold of each of her wrists, preventing her from running away.

Sam had rarely ever seen fear on Jess' face, but here it was evident as she pulled helplessly, trying to get out of the tight hold on her wrists. She was outnumbered.

Mark laughed humourlessly as he touched his ran a light hand over his left cheek where Jess had slapped him. "You should not have done that, Jess. Now you'll pay," he growled as he moved towards her. He looked towards his two buddies and told them, "I can handle this. You go keep a lookout."

Jessica looked frightened than ever. Mark took a hold of Jessica's hands and pushed her to the ground, pinning her underneath him. He then proceeded to trail is hands over he thighs before following her leg over to her skirt and hitching it up.

"Stop! Please!" Jessica begged as she tried to pry Mark's hands away from herself.

"NO!" Sam bellowed as he ran towards Mark, wanting nothing more than to rip his throat apart. He yelled in exasperation as his hands slipped right through Marks' body as though he were a ghost. "No!" Sam yelled, tearing up.

He couldn't look at it anymore. He hunched over, falling to his knees as Jessica's screams of pain and anguish tore through the air. "Please," he sobbed. "Stop." Sam felt a hand on his shoulder before he was once again pulled into suffocating darkness.

He gasped a breath as he opened his eyes and looked around. They were back in the motel parking lot, standing next to the Impala. Sam looked to Jess with hurt filled eyes. "Please. Tell me. Were you okay? I know that…what he did to you, God I want to kill him for even thinking of touching you…I just…" Sam trailed off, unable to continue.

Jess looked towards Sam, completely understand what he was asking. "I was alive. He thought I wouldn't tell anyone. I got a check-up. If I wanted to see him behind bars, I'd need proof that I was…raped. I got the reports and went to his dad to show him the reports. I told him about what happened and even showed him footage from the camera that had been installed in the parking lot of Stanford that I'd acquired after talking to our criminal law professor. You know how good he was with us. He'd persuaded the security to hand over the footage.

"Anyway, Mark went to jail, his dad disowned him and I was okay. But..."

Sam looked completely shattered as he asked, "But what?"

"I never trusted another man again. I never got married, never had kids. I lived Sam, but I was more like a shell of who I'd been. I just went about work, and never really lived. I was as good as dead," Jessica explained.

Sam couldn't stop the flood of tears as everything he'd seen came crashing down upon him. Could he being alive really be a good thing?

"Son, I know it's hard. But trust me, none of what happened to you and Dean over these few years was your fault," John said, trying to reassure his youngest. "It was something we couldn't control. Don't beat yourself up over it. I don't know what is ahead for you and Dean, but what I do know is that your brother and you will look out for each other, no matter how short a time you have left to be with him."

Sam smiled as he said, "Thanks Dad."

"I'll miss you, sweetheart," Mary said, kissing Sam lightly on the cheek. John came over and hugged him while Jessica gave him a small peck on the lips. Sam's heart ached, knowing they had to go.

He watched as they seemed to vanish before his eyes. As he turned to head back into the motel a blinding pain erupted between his eyebrows and everything went dark.

The first thing Sam Winchester felt was cold asphalt. Had he fallen down? His senses seemed to be slow in catching up with him and he realized that he wasn't breathing. He took in a great gulp of air, coughing as his lungs tried to accumulate to the sudden rush of oxygen into his system.

"Holy crap, Sam. Thank God," said Dean. Dean? Why was Dean here? Sam's mind seemed to want to drift back to unconsciousness but he fought it, following the sound of his brothers' voice.

"Dean?" he croaked as soon as the coughing subsided. The next thing he knew, he was being pulled into a rib crushing hug. He immediately clung onto his brother as his memory came back to him. He remembered Bobby standing by Dean and John's grave and he felt like he didn't want to let go of brother forever.

He opened his eyes at last. He was sitting next to the Impala on the ground. His brows furrowed in confusion. How did he end up here? Wasn't he just standing moments ago?

"What happened?" Sam asked, looking towards his older brother. He didn't mistake the look of fear in Dean's eyes.

Dean shrugged. "I don't know. You tell me. I saw you walk out of the motel room and when you didn't come back, I headed out to find you only to see you lying…lifeless…beside the car. You were gone for fifteen minutes, man. You were barely breathing. I was just about to cart your ass to a hospital when you woke up."

Sam didn't know what to say. He could only imagine Dean's condition finding his little brother almost dead, especially after he'd given up his soul to revive him just months ago.

"Shit, dude. Don't do that again," Dean said, laying a hand behind Sam's neck; seeking comfort to know that his baby brother was alive.

Sam understood. It was his soul that had been transported through those alternate universes. If the life source was gone, the body was just going to be another meat suit. He shuddered involuntarily knowing how frightening that must have been for Dean.

Sam smiled. "Sorry. How about we go back in and I explain everything?" he suggested.

Dean looked surprised as he helped Sam to his feet. "You actually have an explanation for this?"

Sam chuckled. "I don't know how much of it you'll believe."

Dean struggled to understand what Sam was trying to tell him. "So, let me get this straight – "

Sam cut him off. "I know it sounds far-fetched, man. I still don't know what to make of it. They came. Honest. I don't even know what they were."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

Sam sighed. "I mean that I don't know if they were souls, ghosts, spirits or what. They showed me what it would have been like if I…" Sam trailed off.

Dean nodded. They stayed silent for a while before Sam spoke up, "Dean, did you ever think what it would have been like for you…if I'd have died in the – "

Dean harshly cut him off. "Sam. Don't. I just…" Dean fumbled, running a shaking hand over his face. "I can't imagine being without you, because I never have. I don't know what my life would have been like. Trust me on this though, I'd never have given you up, for anything. I'd rather die than be without you."

Sam nodded, trying to keep his emotions in check. "You're definitely doing that."

Dean groaned. "Sam, don't do this to me, please. Not after Dad. I don't know if what I did was wrong or right. All I know is that you were lying on that mattress in front of me and all I could think of was how I'd failed you, failed everything I'd lived for. I had to do it. I made a choice and I'm sticking to it. You're all I have, man," Dean ended, choking off. He wasn't used to baring his feelings for the world but Sam needed to know this. He needed to know that Dean didn't regret selling his soul one bit. He'd do it again if it came to it.

"You don't deserve to die, Sam. Trust me, life's better with you around," Dean added looking directly into his brothers' eyes.

Sam smiled, understanding. "Thanks."

Dean grinned back. "Always."

END.

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