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Free but at what cost? (Some language warning)

(After this)

Dean had got some sleep, and now he was lying out in the Impala after having some beer from the Drunken Dragon tavern. It helped a little.

Not really.

He sent a comm to Sam earlier when he was more awake saying where he was, and that it was true.

Apocalypse canceled. No more angel condoms, no more Michael, no more Lucifer. The Winchesters were free from destiny's hold.

...No more Earth.

They failed. He failed.

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"I doubt she would have. I mean, if it's all about our stories and it being spread across the multiverse, there's lots of others caught up in our lives." Too many, in some ways. Not nearly enough in others. "Reckon there have to be a few from our world out there, at least."

"Yeah well she better have, or I don't care if she controls all this... I...shit." What was the point of raging at an AI for not saving enough? It never would have been enough, not by a long shot. All those people they saved over the years, all been ripped apart.

"So...looks like we're officially retired."

He glanced at Dean and raised an eyebrow. "You really think so?" he asked, sitting back and taking another swig of beer. "Because, I mean, it's not as fast and furious as it used to be, but we've not exactly hung up the rock salt and silver."

He considered that, "Retired from our so called destiny anyway. Least we don't have ever say yes. But let's face it, any case coming our way now going to be few and far between."

Dean shrugged, "I don't know, maybe you want to try giving law another shot is all I'm saying. Especially after that thing about starting a Council around here."

Sam gave it a moment's thought and nodded. "Yeah, all right. I might do it." He looked over at Dean. "But just because we're not going to be getting the cases we're used to doesn't mean we should just stop. There's still stuff out there to fight."

"Didn't say anything about stopping." He can't. Dean's a hunter through and through.

"Just feels more like we're weekend hunters or something. Like it's a part time job now."

"Everything's kind of part time, man. It's not like we have something to do all the time, anyway."

"Feels like it more here."

Dean added, "I saw some of them. The Ohm. Some of the ground troops anyway."

"Well, before we were usually driving even on downtime." They couldn't afford to stick around any place very long. "Made it feel like there was actually something going on."

The rest of it made him pause, looking back to Dean. "Oh?"

Dean nodded at that, and damn did he miss the open road. Just them and miles of asphalt as the Impala rumbled her way along to their next case. Or just to Bobby's or somewhere.

"They tore through everything. People...demons, even the angels. And still nobody knows how the hell to ice them. Going to be one helluva of a fight." Trying to describe how they looked (http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/5498/gruntu.jpg) to his brother.

Sam settled back, sipping his beer and frowning. "We've got a lot more resources here," he pointed out. "And time to figure it out. Neither of which we'd have had back home."

"A lot more backup too," Dean smirked, and added, "Some of it's damn cute backup too."

No, he's not thinking of certain sunny mannered engineers. Not at all.

Sam couldn't help but grin, even though he didn't know exactly who Dean was thinking about. "Yeah. That's going to take some getting used to, too. Back up that doesn't want to possibly kill us."

Well, kill Sam, mostly.

"Dude no way, they know we're awesome." Smug older brother being all smug.

"Most of them wouldn't even know about that crap, and it doesn't matter now anyway."

"Guess it really doesn't." Sam closed his eyes, taking a breath and letting it out slowly. "Still plenty of worlds out there to help."

"Yeah there is. Probably a lot of fuglies out there to go after too." Dean lounged back in his seat again. Thinking of how his priorities had changed. He wanted to save everybody in the world, now it was everybody on the ship. How he got on Security in fact.

And Sam would end up doing something. Not security because Leon didn't trust him, but something. "And that's before we get to the Ohm."

"Yeah, I tried asking Stacy for more intel. No dice. Reports on them are scarcer than virgins in a Motley Crue concert."

Which got a raised eyebrow in return before Sam shook his head and took another drink. "Hardly surprising, if you think about it. I mean, they erase universes from the future and back. Which means you don't end up with any historical records for them."

"Yeah, unless we can find out where the hell they came from. Sneak inside somehow." Hmmm... that actually sounded like a good plan. Other than the whole matter of not knowing what their planet of origin is. Pesky details.

Which is also why Sam's the planner out of the two. "Yeah, I'm not sure how that would work, considering nobody's sure where they're from." Sam couldn't help but smile a bit. "Tactical nuke their home planet. Maybe before all of this started."

Dean can plan too, it's just well... he doesn't have Sam's know how or logic.

"So we find out. Man I just wish we could get our hands on one, find out what it takes to take it out. Get some information out of it first of course."

Not he would consider using his torture skills on an alien. Well he might, and actually like it for once without regrets.

It's one reason why they make a good team. When they can be bothered, at least.

And Sam is absolutely not thinking about where Dean got skills for torture from. At all. "Well, yeah. Taking one alive isn't too useful if you can't get info out of it."

"Damn straight," Dean agreed.

He added, "Not sure about the odds of getting our world back, but if we can at least take the sons of bitches down before they destroy more worlds I'll be a happy man." Plus there was the matter of if they get their world back, would that mean they'd have to go right back into the whole ugly destiny part again and the end of the world?

Sam took a swig of beer and nodded. "Right there with you. Taking out the sons of bitches is a real good idea. If we can't save our world, at least we're saving somebody's."

He didn't think they really had anything to go back to, anyway. It wasn't like there was much of anybody left for them to go back to and the end of the world really wasn't appetizing.

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