Epilogue

My hand slipped on the knife and I felt the sudden rush of panic and pain. I quickly ran to the sink and washed out the blood. "Shit."

"Dean?" Sam called and I turned off the faucet and looked up as he entered the kitchen, "Are you alright?"

I looked down at the small chunk of skin missing from m thumb. "Yeah, I just need to throw out those potato slices. I don't think you or Charlie are going to want to eat my fingers."

Sam wrinkled his nose and went back to the living room, I heard him answer the phone and a few minutes later he came back into the kitchen. I had my hand bandaged and was about to finish up on the potatoes. "What?"

"Jessica wanted to know if it was alright if she could come over."

I raised my eyebrows and he rolled his eyes, "You mean they still don't hate me?" I turned back to my work and I heard him sigh.

"Dean no one blames you."

I want to say that they should. I was the one that loved-I love Cas- I was the one that brought this upon everyone. "Go into Charlie's room and ask her, it's fine with me." Sam left and I emptied the cutting board into a pot and turned up the flame.

After everything was over with I sold the farm house.

I couldn't live there.

Sam couldn't live there.

So Charlie and I got a bigger apartment in town. I still don't know what she does for a living but apparently it pays well. I enrolled at the police academy. Everyone was shocked, but I wanted control in my life, I wanted to not feel useless in bad situations. I wanted to be able to protect the ones I love. Sam helped me with learning all the laws. Most of the things seemed useless and boring but I learned them and I'm about to graduate at the top of my class.

It's the summer now, and Sam doesn't have to worry about all the stares from his classmates, by the time school starts back up something else will have caught their small minds and they will focus on it.

That's another thing. I'm Sam's legal guardian. It's not like I'm not use to taking care of him, but now I have to do the grocery shopping and I have to fill out his forms for school and I have to make sure he gets his drivers license. There's so much relying on me that I sometimes wish that he could have someone else.

Although there is someone else. Charlie is really good with him, she takes him shopping for clothes and does all the things that I don't know how to do.

I start to chop up onion and I like the feeling of the knife cutting through the solid chunk.

It's getting easier and easier to use a knife.

Just ask the known rapist in the warehouse. He'll tell you all the wonderful things I've picked up. Well he can't tell you.

I cut his tongue out yesterday.