Epilogue
a/n Just had to throw this little bit in there...
A couple days later
"Herne...What was up with that name anyway?" Dean asked. He played lazily with the sorry excuse for a Salisbury Steak on the tray in front of him. "I mean come on…Herne? Betcha that dude got his butt kicked in school."
"Maybe in the Dark Ages 'Herne' was cool," Sam suggested. He had his long frame stretched between two hospital chairs.
Dean gave his brother a skeptical look. "I don't care what century you're from… no way that name was ever cool."
"Whatever. All that matters is he's gone."
"Not that he went quietly," Dean muttered. He put a hand on his damaged chest. "That guy is so off my Christmas card list."
"Oh, hey that reminds me," Sam said, reaching into his pocket. "Since you've had such a rough week, I got you a little present." He handed Dean a small wrapped box.
"Hey, thanks Sammy," Dean said, shaking the package. A worried look came over his face. "It's not a cross is it?"
"No," Sam smiled. "I promise, nothing remotely religiously affiliated."
"Good, cause I think I've had my fill of…" Dean paused.
His face reddened and he looked at his little brother. "Very funny, bitch."
"I thought so," Sam said with a huge grin.
He ducked as the box, and the monthly MARTA pass it contained, flew across the room.
a/n For my first fanfic adventure, I think it went rather well. Thanks for all the comments guys. It's been fun!