New Year's Eve
Bobby's kitchen was the fullest it had ever been. It was Matthew's first New Year and one of the few Dean and Sam had ever spent not hunting or worrying about demons so everyone in the house had decided to celebrate.
It was eleven-fifty-five. Matthew was asleep in his playpen in the Library, Dean, Sam, and Bobby were leaning against the bar sipping beer, and Amanda, Jodie, and Lilly were sitting at the table talking.
Lilly felt Sam's eyes on her and flashed him a smile before saying something to Jodie, then she glanced at the clock on the microwave. Everyone did.
"Four minutes left now," Bobby murmured.
Jodie stood up and grabbed a bottle of whiskey off the kitchen sink. Amanda grabbed six glasses and Jodie began pouring the shots and passing them out.
"Six glasses?" a voice questioned, outraged.
Everyone's heads turned to see Castiel and Balthazar standing in front of the Library entrance. It was Balthazar who had spoken.
"What about us?" he inquired, the smirk on his face a sure sign he wasn't actually angry.
Amanda got out another two glasses anyways, and handed one to both the angels.
Jodie looked down at her watch. "Three, two, one, HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!"
Amanda clinked her glass against Dean's and they downed their shots like everyone else and Dean lowered his head to give her a quick kiss before picking Matthew up from his playpen. The sudden rise in noise level had awakened him. Once he quieted down again Dean laid him to rest in the center of the playpen again and rejoined the party.
Jodie went around filling glasses back up.
"Time for a toast," she explained, raising her glass.
"How about cheers for having survived another year?" Dean inquired.
Lilly nodded. "I can sure cheer to that. If it weren't for you and Sam I probably wouldn't still be alive." She looked Sam in the eye. "I will forever be grateful."
Sam put his arm around her waist and grinned. "Cheers to being grateful!"
Everyone in the group raised their glasses and downed their drinks.
Conversations started back up. Dean approached Castiel and Balthazar.
"So what are you doing here?" he asked.
"We are stopping by," Castiel said.
"Really?" Dean cocked an eyebrow. "No reason?"
"I came for some drinks," Balthazar told him, filling his glass again. "Even if it's too cheap for my likings."
Castiel smiled slightly. "We were not busy. And I have not been to a human celebration for the new year before."
Amanda walked up to Dean's side and stopped. "It was nice of you to come."
Castiel and Balthazar nodded and sipped at their drinks.
"We should probably take Matt to his crib?" Amanda quizzed.
Dean agreed and they walked out of the room to see him again. He was fast asleep so Dean carefully picked him up in his arms and carried him up the stairs. As soon as he was in his room Dean placed Matthew in his crib and covered him with two of the warmest baby blankets that had been bought for him, a light blue and a white one.
Amanda leaned over the crib railing to kiss his forehead then went to Dean's open arms.
"You know we've never discussed what we're going to tell him," Amanda said. "You know, when he gets old enough."
Dean frowned. "I never really thought about it."
"We should be as honest as possible," Amanda decided.
Dean gaped. "You're kidding me."
"I don't mean tell him about the spell." Amanda huffed. "I mean, that his mother was killed by a demon. You and I met afterwards."
"Why would you want that?" Dean asked.
"I just don't want to lie anymore than we have to," Amanda answered. "He may not know the difference, but I would. It doesn't matter anyways, right?"
Dean shook his head.
"Family doesn't end with blood." Amanda smiled. "Bobby, you, Sam, everyone here tonight has taught me that. Your family..."
"Is unique?" Dean chuckled.
Amanda laughed. "Most certainly."
Dean looked down at Matthew in his crib and his lips curved upwards.
And for the first time in a long time, he felt himself looking forward to the new year and every year after.
A/N: The end. Yeah, I couldn't resist getting Sam a girl too. Only fair. lol