Disclaimer: Nothing is mine… Well anything you recognize is not mine. Sigh. I just borrowed the Winchesters and their merry band of hunters for a while to play with and I'm not letting them go yet...

Author's Notes: Thanks out to lynxlan for betaing this entire monster as well as all of my other fics. They are much better after her review.

This is it! The final chapter. The end of Trust and Faith. It almost makes me want to cry… But I have more fanfics on the way. Thanks for sticking with me through out the journey of Dean's first hunt. The reviews were amazing and the support outstanding. And for the non-reviewers thanks for reading!

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Trust and Faith

By infinite shadow

Epilogue

Over the next few daysSammy started to speak in complete sentences. At first Dean was thrilled that his little brother was talking a lot. But to his total chagrin Sammy was constantly on him about using ice and heat, or having the salve massaged into his shoulder or taking his pain medications. It wasn't long before Dean had a headache from his little brother's constant babbling. Truth be told Dean really didn't mind. He'd far rather hear the rambling words than the screaming silence.

Every night Dean would read a few chapters to Sammy before bed. As they had yet to make it to school Dean began to use the Hardy Boys books to teach his little brother how to read. A decision he almost regretted. Sammy's conversations were now filled with Hardy Boys references as he had decided that he and Dean were just like the two mystery solvers except their family fought the supernatural instead.

True to his word John called every night to check up on his sons. He had Dean fill him in about his visit to the doctor and as he listened he berated himself silently for being the cause of his son's injury. First he'd slammed Dean into the wall and then he'd physically hit Sammy. His actions had the older hunter wanting to throw up and he hated himself more every minute. Not only was he disgusted at his loss of control but he knew how disappointed Mary would have been with him. At first he wondered if he should even return to his sons. After all they were in much better hands with pastor Jim but he couldn't stop thinking about them. He couldn't wait to get back to them and find a way to make up for his behavior over the past few weeks.

John and Caleb switched off driving but even doing that it took them well over a day to get to their hunt. After getting a motel and sleeping for a few hours they prepared their weapons and headed out. Several hours, and numerous cuts and bruises, later they had got rid of the three poltergeists that were terrorizing a young family.

When they finally stumbled back to their motel room Caleb sat John down and tended to the older hunter's wounds. John ended up with a sprained ankle, and needed stitches on his abdomen from where'd he'd been sliced up at some point during the fight from the angry spirit. Caleb admitted to seeing double after he'd finished with his sewing. John found a deep gash and bruising at the back of the teen's head. While it didn't need stitching it would give the young man trouble for a few days.

As anxious as John was to get back to his boys they stayed in the motel that night to recoup a little before getting back on the road. Due to his sprained ankle John could only drive for a few hours before having to stop and get it iced. He wouldn't admit to the discomfort in his foot to Caleb, just had the young man get ice from the stores that they stopped at.

Later that evening after driving only a couple hundred miles they stopped and checked into a motel. John had called Jim's and spoken to his boys. He gave the light details of the hunt to his children and then told Jim everything. He'd asked about Jesse and was told he was staying awake and his wounds were healing really well. As soon as the boys had finished speaking to their father they had gone to play cards with him.

Dean was relieved that his father had kept his promise about calling them. He'd known that their father had sugar coated his injuries and the boy knew it was done to keep his worrying them to a minimum. He was just happy that his father was coming home and he smiled as he glanced down at his cards.

"Hey you gonna day dream all day Runt or are you gonna play?" Jesse asked.

Dean raised his right eyebrow at the mocking words. He looked the hunter across the table from him and saw the grin the man favoured him with. Jesse had improved a lot which had Dean feeling much better about the entire hunt. He smiled wide as he put down his cards - Full House Aces high.

And it was going to be a full house. His father was coming home.

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In the middle of nowhere on the side of a mountain the wind howled and a feather like snow fell. The fresh snow swirled, almost in a playful dance, before settling on the frozen ground. A white bear like creature stood upright in the front of a dark cave and closed it's eyes as the wind ran it's cold fingers through the hair that covered the length of her body.

The beast sniffed at the air as it held a paw-like arm around her middle where pain radiated. She was hunched over slightly and abrasions could be seen all over her body.

Another noise, not that much different than the wind, came from within the cave and the snow beast looked back into the darkness. Another snow beast, this one slightly greyer in colour, appeared out of the darkness and stood next to her. With one final sniff of the cold fresh air the white beast turned with a small grunt and limped into the cave followed closely by her mate.

Slowly, using the side of the cave wall for support, it moved into the back of the cave. It stood at the entry way of the sleeping room and the greyer of the two beasts helped his mate to the bedding in the corner of the room. The greyish beast waited for his mate to lie down and then placed a paw gently over her middle and growled softly, almost soothingly.

The white beast howled softly before closing it's eyes and going to sleep.

The greyish beast looked over it's shoulder to the corner of the room where one of their brethren lay. It hadn't moved since he'd found it at the base of the mountain. The gaping wound in the middle of it's forehead hadn't let him wake.

The greyish snow monster moved out of the sleeping room and made his way to the entrance of the cave. He howled loudly, screaming his vengeance to the frozen wilderness that surrounded the mountain. He hadn't seen the monsters that had hurt his own but he'd never forget the smell of the ones that hurt his mate. Their smell was everywhere and it was burned into his memory. He would get his revenge if it was the last thing he did.

The End…Or is it?