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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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"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.

Dean knocked back some more of his beer at that. He still hoped that Stacy saved people like Bobby, Jo, and Ellen at least, also Cas. They really didn't have any family-family left, but still had some ties. But it was still galling to him that all those years of hunting now have been for nothing.

"Damn straight. Make up for all the screwing up, and the pointlessness of what we did before."

It wasn't one of Sam's freaky powers that let him figure out what Dean was probably thinking. It was just way, way too long around him and mostly knowing how his brother thought.

"It wasn't pointless," he said after a moment. "We did everything we could to make things better. Sometimes it worked. Sometimes...well, sometimes we failed. And I don't know about you, but I'm pretty sure aliens are out of our jurisdiction."

"I know they are, but our whole damn lives. The family business? We didn't save anybody! All those people? We just saved them so the Ohm could shred them all."

Dean shakily ran a hand through his hair, and a weary expression showed on his face. He felt like his whole life had been a waste.

He finished his beer and set the bottle aside. He didn't ask if there was more. Dean would offer another if he wanted. Sam was good either way. "I know, man. But...we did save them. When we knew what to do and how to do it, we did. And that meant that they had more time with their families. When the Ohm came, they were still there, still with their husbands and wives and kids and grandkids and lovers and...when they went, a lot of them probably went down fighting because we gave them that time."

"Maybe, just..." Dean sighed again because yeah even though they're aliens and all, part of him still felt guilty. It was ingrained into him, "Wish we had more time. Something."

He sank back further in the seat as he quietly added, "Couldn't even save you from them. The you from then. You got in front of me, and..." He swallowed the last of his beer instead of finishing.

Sam took a breath and let it out slowly. "That doesn't surprise me, you know. But it does explain a lot about why Stacy had to snag me from behind you." If Stacy couldn't get him before the Ohm killed him in front of Dean, then she'd have to go backwards. "Dean, you can't...you aren't to blame for that. It's not that I don't get feeling guilty over it. I spent four months in the same place, so I understand that."

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