Epilogue : Home Base

Dean looked around the empty room, hands stuffed in his pockets.

"It's up to you Dean; we're not going to do anything unless we can all agree."

He looked over a Monte, uncertainty plainly written across his face.

"I know," she whispered. "Think of it more as a home base," she smiled.

Dean looked over at her again and smirked.

She wanted this. Wanted them to have a home, be a family. And he had promised his father. And although he would never admit it, he kinda wanted it too.

"How are you paying for this?" he looked at her suspiciously.

She grinned. "You remember that vacation we took?"

"Yea…"

"I'm still a co-owner of my Dad's old shop. Plus I've managed to put away quite a bit over the years on top of that yearly income."

He squinted his eyes at her. "Just how much?"

She bit her lip and ginned guilty, "About $150."

"Thousand?!" he choked, his eyes going wide.

"I told you I had it covered," she grinned.

"You've been loaded this whole time and we lived off fast food and slept in rat holes?!"

"Hey! If we had been spending shit all this time do you think we could be considering buying a house right now?! We got by just fine; we don't need all those frills."

He glared, feigning anger but the smirk on his face clearly stating otherwise.

"I can't believe you."

She smiled.

He shook his head and looked around the room again.

"Whaddya think Dean?"

"Do we really need four rooms?" he said after a pause.

She smiled. "One for us, one for Sammy and the others for whatever…the future."

He shifted nervously, knowing damn well she was still keeping the whole family thing open as a possibility.

He dropped his head. "I don't know Monte," he whispered, knowing she would know what he meant.

"Dean…"

"I know you want a family…but I," he sighed, "I don't know how to be a father," he whispered brokenly.

She grinned and walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"That's a load of crap."

"What?"

"Is Sammy a good guy?"

"What? You're gonna have his kids instead?"

"Just answer the question."

"Yea," he said hesitantly.

"Who raised him?"

Dean stared at her. She was right. He was pretty much the one who raised Sammy. And he was damn proud of how he turned out too.

He finally smiled and dropped his head, nodding, completely embarrassed.

She smiled and kissed him on the lips softly.

"Whaddya think babe?" she whispered.

He stared at her in silence.

"Go tell Sammy to pick his room," he said with a grin.

She smiled back.

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Alright, author's note, first off if you've stuck with this the entire way…thank you, you have no idea what that means. This originally just started with Hell's Belle and then morphed into this big crazy thing, but I think it turned out okay lol. But, in a way it's not over, I've got a couple surprises up my sleeves. I have three deleted scenes, two (yes, two) alternate endings, and some pictures and lyrics and things, so stick around a little bit longer and enjoy the special features. ::grins::