What if the Winchesters were able to start over because the Apocalypse was over. Lucifer was gone, Hell on earth didn't happen and all the Winchesters had was a chance to start a normal life. They can dream can't they...

Dean and Sam pulled up to the homey rancher that Dean had decided to move into. He wasn't use to the idea of living alone since Sam had decided to move into the apartments across town.

Dean didn't like apartments too well since their whole lives they've been in motel to motel and an apartment just felt like a motel.

They got out and just looked at the home leaning on the Impala.

"So, what do you think?" Dean asked a little nervous.

"It's you, Dean...it's really you," said Sam with a little smile on his face and looked at his older brother. He could tell he was nervous about being alone, Dean didn't like to be alone. Sam just gave him a reassuring grin. "Come on, let's get your stuff inside the house."

"It's not like I have boxes of it." Dean scratched the back of his head not sure if he was ready for this...all of this. He's always dreamed of being normal but he didn't think it would happen. It was only a dream, a wish, something he thought he couldn't have.

As they were emptying the Impala with the bags of clothes and some weapons the neighbor across the street pulled into their driveway. "Well, looks like you have some descent quiet neighbors," said Sam looking around the neighborhood.

"Sam, it's noon everyone's probably at work or school. Let's see how the weekend goes."

"Oh, shit!" someone yelled and they looked behind them to see the neighbor across the street had dropped a bag of groceries. It was a woman. She had long brunette hair that landed in layers on her back. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Some of her groceries started to roll down her driveway.

Sam nudged Dean to go help her and he rolled his eyes dropping his bags. He crossed the street and started to grab the cans that were rolling towards him. He walked up to the woman who was now crouched down on the ground picking up everything and putting it another bag.

"Here you go," he said bending down and helping her.

"Ugh, thanks, I swear the grocery store is out to get me. Forget to tell them once about the bottled water under your cart and they have you under their radar till you die."

Dean chuckled and she looked up after everything was in her bags and smiled. "I'm Libby by the way."

"Dean, just moved in across the street." They stood up and she grabbed her bags.

"Nice to meet you. I would shake your hand but as you can see..." They laughed as Dean rubbed the back of his neck. "You're family will like it here. Tons of kids, a lot of neighborhood barbecues...the whole nine yards."

"Oh, well it's just me."

"Then who's that?" She motioned to Sam across the street.

Dean turned and then looked back at Libby. "Oh that's just my brother, he just bought an apartment across town."

Libby nodded while biting her bottom lip. "Oh, ok, well I better get these things inside, don't want anything to spoil. Again, it was nice to meet you. Really hope you like it here." She turned towards her house and Dean couldn't help the smile that spread across his face.

"I think I will now," he said to himself as he put his hands in his pockets and walked back over.

"So...making friends already?" asked Sam smiling at him. "Did you get her number?"

"Shut your pie hole."

"What's her name?"

"Libby...very unusual but I like it."

"Maybe it's because you're unusual." Dean cocked an eyebrow at him as they made it inside the house. "Just saying from where I stood she was hot."

"Dude, just because I moved into a neighborhood with a hot chick doesn't mean I'm going to do her." Sam gave him a look raising his eyebrows. Dean smirked. "Ok, at least I'll try."

"You're going to be known as the neighborhood player." Dean scrunched his eyebrows together and pursed his lips. They looked around the empty house. "You are definitely going to have to get furniture."

"With what money?"


Dean nodded. Credit card scams...like always. Even though the both of them promised each other not to do anything like that again and to live normal lives unless an emergency and well this was an emergency.

The next day Libby walked out of her house to get the mail and she saw a medium size moving truck in the driveway and Dean's car in the garage. Libby watched as some of the single ladies came over to Dean giving him some pie and cookies. She snickered and opened her mailbox. She went through her mail and looked up hearing that annoying giggle from her next door neighbor Emily Stratus.

Dean was thanking them and talking to them while they handed him their trays of food. Libby shook her head smiling.

"That's what you get for moving into one of the most single, divorced towns," she said to herself. "You get people like Emily Stratus up your ass to get up hers."

She closed her mailbox and looked over one more time to see Dean look her way and give a little wave. She waved back at him smiling and walked back up to her house.

Dean watched Libby walk back into her house and bit his lip. He wasn't even listening to what the two women around him were saying. He was too interested in his neighbor across the way.

Dean was able to get the two women away from him when Sam came by to help him unload the truck. Sam pulled up in a blue Honda and Dean just cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Dude, you're so gay."

"And I see you're living up to the name I gave you."

Dean smirked holding the trays of food. "Bitch."


They stood there staring at each other smiling. So this was it, this was their life. Normal. It's going to be hard to get used to it when their past kept coming up. "Let me put the trays in the house," said Sam grabbing them. "You start taking the stuff out of the truck."

Dean nodded and opened the back. He eyed it wondering how long this was going to take. He hopped in and grabbed a two kitchen chairs.

"Need any help?" asked a voice behind him.

He turned to see Libby standing there. She was smiling at him, her eyes were squinted from the sun while staring up at him. She was wearing capris and a half sleeved shirt. Her hair was in a pony tail and a few strands of hair fell around her face.

Dean smiled at her. "You sure? I mean some of this stuff is pretty heavy."

"If I can move my furniture into my house by myself I believe I can help with yours."

This made him smile a little bit more. "Alright, Libby, welcome aboard."

Sam came out to see Libby helping Dean take the chairs out of the truck. He smiled at her as he approached her. "Hi, I'm Sam, Dean's brother." Libby put the chair down and took his hand in hers.

"I'm Libby, I live right across the street."

"How long have you been living here?"

"Um, a couple years. Used to live in those apartments across town..."

"Yeah, that's where I just moved into."

"Help," said Dean trying to pick up a recliner.

But Libby and Sam didn't hear him.

"So you saved up for a little house?"

Libby bit the inside of her bottom lip. "Yeah...something like that." She smiled weakly at him and Dean called out for help again but they still didn't pay attention. Sam noticed the way she reacted to him asking his last question. He was used to people acting like that when something bad had happened to them which made Sam wonder.

"A little help here please!" yelled Dean which took Libby and Sam out of their conversation.

"Sorry," said Libby climbing up into the truck with Sam behind her. They couldn't help but laugh at the look on Dean's face when he was trying to be angry towards them.

"It's not funny," said Dean grabbing one end of the chair while Sam grabbed the other.

"Yeah it is," said Sam. Sam winked at Libby making her laugh.

After about two hours of helping Dean and Sam move the furniture from the truck to inside Deans house. It was late in the afternoon when they finished. They were sitting in his living room just chatting, mostly asking Libby about her life and what she does. They found out she's a social worker, she's 25, single, and she has an ex boyfriend that she doesn't like to talk about. Which made Sam wonder back to earlier when he asked her about the moving thing.

"Well, I better get home," she said standing up from the recliner and walking to the door. Sam hit Dean in the arm to walk her out. He sighed and got up following her out. "You going to the first neighborhood Barbecue of the year?"

Dean and Libby started to make their way down the driveway. "When is it?"

"This weekend, you should go. You can meet everyone in the neighborhood. Who you should lend your lawnmower to and who not to lend it to?"

Dean chuckled. "I'm guessing you know from experience."

Libby laughed and pointed next door to him. "Mr. and Mrs. Lovedin, the nicest old couple in the neighborhood, just had their anniversary last month. Let Mrs. Lovedin burrow my hair dryer when hers broke."

"How's long it been?"

"Since I first moved here, about two years ago."

He chuckled. "Alright, I'll watch out for that but I don't have a hair dryer."

"Ah, they'll find something else of yours to burrow." They laughed again. "I'll see you later."

"Yeah...thanks you know for helping."

"No problem, whatever you need."

"Same." She smiled once more before crossing the street. Dean watched her making sure she got into her house safely.

"I like her," said Sam walking up to him at the edge of the driveway. "She's nice."

"And hot, in an innocent friendly neighbor way."

Sam shook his head smiling. "I think she likes you too." Sam started for his car.

"Really?" This got Dean's interest.

"Yeah, in a new guy friendly neighbor way."

Dean glared at him and Sam laughed. Before Sam got in the car he looked at Dean. "You know this feels so strange."

"Yeah, it does."

"But good."

Dean nodded looking around the neighborhood then back at Sam. "See ya later, Dean."

"Bye, Sammy."

Sam got in his car and drove by Dean and stopped. He put the window down. "Also, I caught Libby checking you out." Sam drove off as Dean glared at him.

"You couldn't tell me that earlier?!" yelled Dean and Sam honked the horn twice and turned the corner.

Dean sighed and looked across the street one more time. He smiled while walking up his driveway. "She checked me out. Yup, still got it." He walked into his quiet house and locked and salted the door. Old habits die young.

AN: So this is different from something that I usually do. If you don't like it, it's fine. I'm going to try to update my other stories soon. lots of love J.B.