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Author's Note:

I present to you the final chapter of this fanfic. I hope that you all enjoy it!

Dean was so pissed that he was two seconds away from breaking every single monitor that Al had. He just watched his brother get shot and killed — again. He knew that he wouldn't stay dead, so he wasn't angry about that. No, he was angry that angry at the man who first kidnapped Sam and then shot him. Dean was also extremely angry at himself for not being able to help his brother in any way.

In all, Dean's anger was rising dangerously high, and there was nothing he could do to calm it. He had not a clue on how to help Sam because he had no idea where the hell he was. Al was doing the best he could, but it wasn't enough. Dean needed help. More specifically, he needed the help of a certain missing angelic being.

Dean was just about to yell out for Castiel again when he heard a flutter of wings behind him.

"Okay. I know that Sam Winchester is a bad human being and everything, but that was just awful," Garcia said in horror as tears welled up in her eyes. Despite the number of years that she had worked for the FBI, she could never get used to witnessing violent acts such as this.

"I know baby girl," Morgan said while comforting her. Everyone else in the room was feeling varying degrees of shock and repulsion. They agreed with her.

"So now what? Wait for a 911 call and hope we get there in time?" the Sheriff asked angrily. He didn't like before forced to sit and do nothing while innocent people were being killed off by a psycho.

"There is not much else we can do," Hotch resigned.

"He's going to kill all of them," JJ said, raising her hand to her mouth.

"Hold on, guys," Prentiss said, quieting them all. Everyone turned their attention back to the monitors. The video was back on.

"He's gone," Reid said shocked.

There was a large pool of blood where Sam fell down before, but the Winchester and the chair were gone. They all stared wide eyed at the screen and heard a crashing sound along with some muffled curses before Sam's face appeared on the screen, perfectly alive and head absent of the hole that was there minutes before. There was a sound of a chair scooting across the wooden floor as he came fully into view.

"That's not possible," Prentiss said. "He was dead."

"Well, the Winchesters are known for somehow coming back from the dead," Reid said slightly stunned.

"It's one thing to fake the documents and put a fake body, but this was all real. He had a bullet go through his brain and not there isn't even anything on him to suggest that it ever happened," she said.

"Okay. No time to explain," Sam said into the video camera. "I'm not sure how long I was out, and I don't know if any of you are even seeing this, but lives are at stake. There are four monitors so four houses. Let's get started."

Sam sat in the wooden chair facing the video camera as he rattled off the addresses of the four houses he saw on the monitors in the other room. He really hoped that the FBI were watching, and that they got there in time. Right now he didn't care about the fact that the FBI now knew that one of their previous most wanted was alive again, he just cared about the lives of the people that Tobias was targeting. After a few minutes of anxiously waiting, police began to fill each house. A smile stretched across Sam's face. With that taken care of, he needed to get out of the chair he was cuffed to.

Sam awkwardly scooted his chair across the room in search of something to pick the lock with. It took a while, but he finally found something that would work: a slim nail sticking out of the wall.

After finally managing to pry it loose, he started to pick the lock, but a noise from outside stopped him before he could finish. Very quickly, Sam scooted his chair back to the center of the room. He made sure that the nail in his hand was hidden from sight and assumed a relaxed position in his chair. As soon as he finished this, a frustrated Tobias Hankel kicked the door open.

"You came back to life," Hankel said surprised. He walked into the room, slamming the door shut behind him. "It can be one of only two reasons."

"Is one of these reasons because the bastards upstairs won't let me stay dead?" Sam quipped back.

"'You are referring to heaven?"

"And the ones who run it. Angles are dicks. Well, not all of them. There is a small handful of ones that are not. The real Raphael is a dick, though."

"I am the real Raphael," Tobias said angrily.

"No, you're not. I'll give you credit for getting the whole emotionless thing right, but you are way off on his mission. Raphael doesn't serve God. He even said himself that God is dead. His whole mission now is to get the apocalypse to happen."

"You speak lies."

"Not this time," he said with a smirk. "Raphael doesn't give a crap about humans or sin. Hell, he is probably joyful that Lucifer is now free and topside."

"You dare speak Satan's name."

"Scared of him? Because I think that you should me more scared of me!" Sam yelled as he pulled off the now unlocked handcuffs and jumped up.

The team watched the conversation between Sam Winchester and Tobias Hankel in confusion. Most of them were still trying to get over the shock of Sam being alive again after they just witnessed a bullet going through his brain. The rant that the Winchester was now having about angels and heaven certainly wasn't helping.

Even more surprising, Sam jumped out of the chair, his unlocked cuffs falling to the floor. Hankel pulled out a knife and pointed it at the now free Winchester.

"You're working for the Devil," he said.

"I don't work for anyone. Team free will, asshole," Sam spat out.

"Is anyone else beyond confused?" Garcia asked rhetorically.

No one answered, but they all watched as Tobias lunged at Sam. He easily blocked the knife, and a few moves later, he knocked it out of Hankel's grip. The loss of the knife seemed to anger to man further, giving him the strength to deliver a nasty blow to the younger Winchester's head causing him to stumble and fall to the floor. Tobias quickly picked the knife up and advanced towards Sam, but the knife was suddenly shot out of his hand.

"What just happened?" Prentiss asked.

Her answer came in the form of one Dean Winchester walking into the camera's view.

"Looks like we don't have to wonder if the other Winchester is alive or not," Gideon said.

"Took you long enough," Sam breathed out.

"Yeah, well blame it on Mr. I-am-not-drunk," Dean replied, not taking his gun off Hankel.

"Who's he talking…" Reid didn't get a chance to finish his question as a trench coated man also walked into the frame.

"I am not drunk, Dean," the man said, leaning against a chair.

"Oh, yeah. Why don't you tell Sam what happened."

The man turned to face Sam.

"I found a liquor store."

"And…" Dean prompted.

"And I drank it," he said irritated. "That was a while ago. I'm a good now."

"It looks like the Winchester hang with some really upstanding people," Morgan said sarcastically.

"I wonder what drove him to do it," JJ said.

"You all have been consorting with the Devil," Hankel spoke up as he cradled his injured hand.

"Tobias Hankel," the man in the trench coat said straightening up. "Son of Charles Hankel."

"I am Raphael!"

"No, you are not," he said, stepping towards Hankel who started to back up. "I believe that I would recognize my own brother."

"What is he talking about," JJ said.

"Who are you?" Hankel asked.

"My name is Castiel, and unlike you, I am an Angel of the Lord."

If the past few hours weren't shocking enough, what trench coat man calling himself Castiel did next was just icing on the cake. The whole BAU team plus the detective watched as the man reached out to Hankel with his unarmed hand. As soon as the hand came to rest on Hankel's head, white light filled the screen. The next image they saw, Hankel was on the ground.

"Oh my God! What happened?" JJ asked.

Everyone was dumbfounded. Hankel was obviously dead and there was burnt out holes where his eyes were.

"Are you good now, Sam?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, I'm good."

"I've said it before, and I'll say it again. Demons I get. People are crazy."

"He was a troubled man," Castiel said still staring at the body of Hankel.

"He had a crappy childhood. So what? Sam and my childhood wasn't so peachy and look at us now. We don't run around killing innocent people. We're out there trying to save the freakin' world. Come on. Let's get out of here. With Sam having gone to heaven and then brought back to life, the angels may have a lead on where we're at. We need to move."

"Where are we exactly?" Sam asked.

"A cemetery at some old plantation," Dean replied.

"Garcia run that," Hotch said.

"Already on it, sir."

"Yeah, let's get out of here," Sam said.

Castiel nodded and reached out to both brothers. He touched two fingers to each of their foreheads and the trio disappeared.

Less than an hour later, Sam and Dean were sharing beers at the side of an empty road. Sam sat on the hood of the car while Dean had his back leaned up against the door.

"So, the FBI now knows that we are alive," Dean said before taking a sip from his bottle.

"Yup," Sam replied.

"Do you think that this could go bad for us?"

"So this is Tobias Hankel," Reid said, crouching down to examine the man's body. He, Hotch, Gideon, and Morgan stood in the room that they were previously watching on Hankel's computer. With the help of Garcia, they finally found this place.

"How are we going to explain what happened here?" Morgan asked, trying to keep away from the dried puddle of Sam's blood. "I witnessed everything, and I'm still having trouble believing what I saw."

"You are right," Hotch said. "This can't be explained easily. I actually don't think that there is any way to explain what happened in any logical way."

"The world believes that Sam and Dean Winchester are dead," Gideon said. "Maybe it would be best if the world kept believing that."

Thank you to everyone who has followed and favorited this story. I hope that you all enjoyed this fanfic and found the ending satisfying. Please leave me a review about what you think. Also, I am open to suggestions on what fic I could start next.

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