Author's Note:Well, here it is. We all knew that this day would come. I have a couple of things that I wasn't to say first. First off, I want to thank all of the lovely readers that have followed this story and have been here since the beginning. All of your reviews and comments have been very much appreciated and it's been a pleasure getting to know all of you.
Second, I hope that you continue to stay with me as I adventure off into new Supernatural, and potentially a Harry Potter story (not sure on that one yet). I have tons of new ideas and I hope that you like them just as much as you liked this one. I also hope that you'll follow the lives of their children in "Supernatural: The Next Generation". I am SOO excited to write this one
Thirdly, this has been one wicked, crazy ride. I have love love LOVED writing this story. Meredith has been my favorite original character that I've written so far and it's so hard for me to say goodbye to her. Fortunately, I do not have to. I have the spin off and I'm also going to do a series of oneshots of stories that I wanted to tell about Meredith and Dean that just never really fit or I ended up skipping that part. For example, I would have loved to write in the episode where Sam and Dean go back to save their mom, but I skipped over the fifth season in this story. I will be calling it "Mr. and Mrs. Winchester" and it'll just be a series of unrelated oneshots. Let me know what you think of the idea!
PLEASE listen to the songs built in this chapter. The beginning (before the first linebreak) is "Walk on the Ocean" by Toad and the Wet Sprocket and the second song is "Shake it Out" by Florence + the machine. I feel like the songs really set the mood so please listen to them as you read this chapter.
This story has been with me for so long that it's hard to say goodbye, but I really think it's about time I let it go, in fear that it might drag on. Honestly, it just feels like it's time… SO I have written one super duper long chapter, to say goodbye. Here we go…
"Walk on the Ocean" by Toad and the Wet Sprocket
"We spotted the ocean head of the trail. Where are we going? So far away. Somebody told me this is the place where everything's better and everything's safe…"
I woke up, glancing over at the clock. It was around nine. I got up to feed the twins around six and had slept for another three hours.
"Morning, baby," Dean said, rolling over on his side and wrapping one arm around me, pulling me into him.
"Morning," I giggled. I turned around so that I could face him. We smiled at each other.
"God, my wife is hot," he said.
"That's funny because my husband is damn sexy," I smirked.
"Ooh," he smiled, before rolling me over so that I was on my back. Dean leaned down and kissed me, long and hard.
"Good morning," I said, pulling away. Dean and I exchanged glances before laughing.
"So… any chance you want to spend all day in bed?" he asked, mischievously.
"Oh, I wish I could, but just in case you forgot, we have four kids to take care of," I reminded. And right on cue, one of the babies began crying. "I don't know whether that's Flynn or Victoria. I should go."
"You sure?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, I'm sure. Just, I'll probably get the kids up in a second so if you could start on breakfast or something, that'd be great," I replied.
"Mkay," Dean said, before kissing me one more time and then getting out of bed.
"Are Sam and Sawyer still coming over for breakfast?" I asked.
"Yeah, I think so," Dean replied.
"Okay," I said, before getting out of bed as well. I got up and put my bathrobe on before tying it around my body and heading upstairs. I stopped in my steps as the crying abruptly stopped. That was strange. I better go see what that was. I quickened my pace a little and hurried up to the twins' nursery. There, I found Jude sitting in the rocking chair with Victoria in his arms. I smiled as I saw my son and his little sister.
"See, right there is a picture of Bobby. He is our grandpa but he died before you were born. He was really awesome. We used to read books together and I'd go to his house when Mom and Dad went on hunts. He had this really cool room too that no demons could get it," Jude said, showing his little sister the book that he had made for her and Flynn the day they were born.
"Jude, what're you doing up?" I asked, softly.
"I couldn't sleep. Victoria was crying," Jude replied.
"I'm sorry, sweetie," I said.
"No, it's okay, Mom. I was going to get up soon anyways. I went to their room and I thought maybe she'd stop crying if I read her something," Jude said back.
I smiled, "Well, thank you. That was thoughtful of you. And if it helps, I think it's working."
"Yeah, she stopped crying. Don't worry, Mom. I can take it from here," Jude said.
I chuckled, "Well, since when did you grow up on me?"
"Mom, I'm seven years old. I'm not a little kid anymore," Jude reminded.
"I know, I know. But you still are my little kid," I said back.
"Mom," Jude groaned.
"Sorry. Alright, I'm going to go help your father with breakfast. How about you just read some more of your book to her and then I'll come back up and you can help me bring the twins downstairs for breakfast too?" I suggested.
"That sounds good to me," Jude said. I smiled once before leaving the room. I began to walk down the hall when I heard Jude resuming his reading of his book.
"Oh, and watch out for Mom. She's really tough and can kick some major demon butt," Jude said. I laughed, hearing what Jude had put in his book before going back downstairs to change.
I got back into me and Dean's room and changed out of my pajamas and into a light pink Henley with a grey bra with lace trim on the edges underneath it. I then put on a pair of jeans. It was nice enough for breakfast this morning. I left a couple buttons undone at the top, just enough to be sexy, but not too much for it to be inappropriate. I was a mother, after all! I went back upstairs and got Flynn out of his crib. Jude walked downstairs with me and helped me set them up in the kitchen their floor crib.
"Jude, why don't you go wake up John? Dean, can you help them? I'll take over from here," I asked.
"Yeah, sure, babe," Dean said, before following Jude upstairs.
I looked around the kitchen, sighing happily. This was my home; my family. Eight years ago, I never would've imagined this for Dean and I, but here we were.
"Walk on the ocean/Step on the stones/Flesh becomes water/Wood becomes bone…"
Later, I could hear the boys upstairs, running around and getting ready for the day. Breakfast was all done and Sam, Sawyer, Cole, and Haley should be over any moment now. I sat on the kitchen floor, tossing a ball to Flynn, who was sitting on the kitchen floor with me. Victoria, on the other hand, was sitting in her play crib, just watching. Every time I tried to take her out of it, she started to cry, so I figured I'd just leave her in there. I tossed him the soft ball and he watched as it rolled by him before bursting into a fit of giggles.
"What? You think that's funny?" I asked, giggling a little. Flynn, his eyes wide and a huge smile on his face began to crawl towards the ball to go get it. As soon as he picked it up, he sat down and then threw it towards me. Of course, it only landed a couple of inches away from me, but he was only six months old so it made sense.
"Alright, how about we try this again, buddy?" I proposed, picking up the ball and throwing it to him again.
"Mama, look at me!" Jude exclaimed, running into the kitchen. I looked up and tried to hold back a laugh as soon as I took how he was dressed.
"What are you wearing?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I want to look just like Daddy," Jude declared proudly.
I laughed, "I can see that."
I examined my son's clothing very carefully. He was wearing a plaid flannel button down that was his size with a grey t-shirt underneath. He wore jeans and lace up boots like Dean would wear to the garage. I had bought those for him a while back but I never thought he'd wear them with clothes exactly like Dean's. It was scary how much he looked like Dean just then. His hair was getting darker though and was more of a dark brown like mine.
"Do you like it?" Jude asked.
"Yeah, I do," I chuckled. "You know, it's scary how much you look like your father sometimes."
"I do?" Jude asked, his eyes lighting up.
"I want to look like Daddy too!" John yelled, running into the kitchen in light blue, cotton, checkered button down with a white t-shirt underneath. He was wearing jeans and ran around the kitchen barefoot.
"John Caleb Winchester, be careful!" I warned.
"Sorry, Mommy," he said.
"It's okay, buddy. Make sure not to run all over the place. I've got some hot pans on the stove and I don't want to drop them on you. Your brother is also on the floor and I don't want you to step on him!" I with a small chuckle. Oh my family was crazy… and I wouldn't have it any other way.
"Hey, Mer, you like it?" Dean asked, coming into the kitchen.
"What, that you dressed our children just like you? Is there a… right answer to that?" I asked.
"Yeah. The answer is 'yes'," Dean said back.
I chuckled, rolling my eyes playfully, "Oh my God."
"Hey, I wanted to name one of you, Dean Jr.," Dean defending himself.
"Oh here we go again…" I joked.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"I'll get it!" John and Jude exclaimed simultaneously.
"Race you to it!" John challenged, bolting for the door.
"No fair! You got a head start, cheater!" Jude called after his brother as the two raced to the door. I exchanged glances with Dean and the two of us just laughed.
"Hi, guys! I can't believe your mom is letting you answer the door already!" I heard Sawyer say.
"Aunt Sawyer, I'm seven years old, already," Jude claimed.
"Seven, already? You're growing up way too fast on us, kiddo!" Sam exclaimed.
"Mama, have juice?" Cole asked his mom, looking up at his mom, who was holding him in her arms, with his big blue eyes.
"Yeah, in a second, baby. Let's go sit down first and then I'll get you some more juice in your sippy cup," Sawyer replied.
"Kay, Mama," Cole nodded.
Dean grabbed my hand and we went to the living room where everyone was. Jude, Cole, and John were over, looking at Jude and John's toy cars on the floor while Sawyer was holding Haley.
"Sammy!" Dean smiled, seeing his brother before pulling him in for a friendly hug.
"Hey, do you mind if I go set her down?" Sawyer asked, referring to her daughter.
"No, go ahead. Victoria's actually in the kitchen just sitting in the play crib and I'm sure she'd be happy to have her cousin with her," I replied. I could see Sam and Dean were talking and I figured I'd give them some time together. "Come on," I encouraged Sawyer. Sawyer followed me to the kitchen. I began to get bowls and plates out of the cabinets to get ready for breakfast. We had pulled some chairs up to our kitchen table seeing has we had guests over.
"There you go, baby girl. It's good to see your cousin, isn't it?" Sawyer asked, setting her daughter down in the play crib right next to Victoria. "Need any help setting the table?"
"No, I'm good," I said, the clink of dishes sounding throughout the kitchen.
"Mom, setting the table is my job!" John said, running into the kitchen.
I chuckled, "I'm sorry, baby. Here, why don't you go tell everyone to come in for breakfast then you can help me finish setting the table?"
"I guess so," John said, before going back into the living room.
"So how are you?" I asked Sawyer.
"I'm great. I keep Haley at the office with me a lot but it's nice. Sam's actually being sent out on cases at the social work agency he's at now so that's been exciting for all of us really," Sawyer said.
"Well, congratulations! That is exciting," I said back.
"What about you?" she asked.
"We're all fine. The kids have so much energy it almost hurts. It was really sweet though. I woke up this morning and Jude was sitting with Victoria in the rocking chair in the nursery, just reading her a story," I replied.
"Oh my God, that's precious," Sawyer smiled.
I chuckled, "They may be loud, but I wouldn't have it any other way."
"A little birdie told me that breakfast is ready," Dean said, coming into the kitchen and coming to stand with me.
"Mhm," I said.
"Hi, Sam," I smiled, seeing my friend and brother in law.
"Mer," Sam smiled back, acknowledging me.
"Hey, beautiful," Dean said, wrapping his arms around my waist and whispering in my ear. I smiled, my hands gliding along his arms.
"Hi, you," I said back, looking up at him and smiling. He smiled back at me before letting me go.
"Mm, totally hot," Dean smirked.
"What?" I asked, giving him a funny look.
"I can totally see your bra right now," Dean said, biting his lip. I looked down and saw that my bra was peeping out of my Henley.
"Oh no!" I said, reaching to button another button.
"No, don't!" Dean stopped me.
"Oh God… here we go again. I think it's way too early in the morning for this," Sam groaned.
"I agree," Sawyer added.
"Jude, come help me with drinks for everyone," Dean started, laughing it off and changing the subject so that Sawyer and Sam couldn't make fun of us for making out in the middle of the kitchen anymore. Then again, all of our kids were here. It was a good thing that they weren't paying attention…
~3rd Person POV~
"Shake it Out" by Florence + the machine
"Regrets collect like old friends/Here to relive your darkest moments/I can see no way, I can see no way/And all of the ghouls come out to play…"
"Am I doing this right, Dad?" Jude asked, looking up at his dad nervously. Jude didn't want to be doing it wrong. Of course, he knew he wasn't going to get it perfect on the first try, but he adored and admired his father so much that he didn't want to disappoint his dad.
Dean inspected the shell carefully. It was loaded up with rock salt perfectly. A smile spread across Dean's face and he looked at his son, "Yeah, it's perfect."
"Really?" Jude asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.
"Yeah. Now come on and let's give this a shot," Dean said. The two got up, their rifles loaded and Dean walked out towards the field with his dad. There was a field right around their hunting center that Dean had taken Jude out too. Today, he had shown him how to make the rock salt bullets, and now he was going to teach him how to shoot.
"So how do I do this?" Jude asked, holding the gun up.
"Yeah, almost. Here, lower your elbow a little bit and remember to stand squared to the target. That's good, son," Dean said, adjusting his son just enough to get a perfect shot at the empty beer bottles that Dean had stacked up on a crate for his son's target practice.
"Like this?" Jude asked, turning around to look at his dad.
"Yeah, go ahead," Dean encouraged. Jude pulled the trigger and missed this one time. "Don't worry. Practice makes perfect." Jude fired a couple more shots before finally, he finally got one of the bottles.
"Dad, I did it!" Jude exclaimed, triumphantly.
"Yeah, I saw, buddy! Nice!" Dean exclaimed, high fiving his son. "Jude, can I ask you a question?"
"Yeah, Dad. What is it?" Jude asked.
"I've… thought about this a lot and I've been wondering if I rushed into this. I mean, you're only seven. We didn't have to do this this soon, you know. We could've waited to teach you how to shoot and everything," Dean started.
"But you said your dad taught you how to shoot when you were younger than me," Jude said, confused.
"He did, and I had to grow up way too quickly," Dean said back. "I don't want you to have to grow up too fast like I did. You'd tell me if you weren't ready, right?"
"Yes, Dad. I want to learn. I want to be able to protect everyone like you and mom now how to," Jude explained.
Dean nodded slowly, still trying to wrap his head around the idea that he was currently teaching his seven year old son how to shoot a gun, "Alright, then. Let's get a little more practice in then."
"Yes," Jude smiled, whispering under his breath.
~End 3rd Person POV~
"And every demon wants his pound of flesh/But I like to keep some things to myself/I like to keep my issues strong/It's always darkest before the dawn…"
"Ethan, don't let her touch the cake pans!" I said. "It's your birthday! We are doing the dishes."
"What? Oh come on. I was not going to-," Andrea started.
"Yes, you were, Mom. You can't stand having to stay out of the kitchen," Ethan said. "Now come on, Mom. Cake is almost ready. Just go and enjoy your party." Ethan shuffled his mother out of the kitchen and out into the open space of the café where we had had dinner. Ethan looked back at me as if to say 'I've got her'. The minute Ethan had walked out, Molly came behind the counter.
"Need any help?" she asked.
"Yeah, do you think you could help me light these candles?" I asked, with a small chuckle. Sixty candles were a lot to light! We had lined the edge of the cake with the candles so that we could fit all of them. In the middle of the cake, it read: Happy Birthday, Andrea!
"What are we listening?" Molly asked, as she helped me light the cake candles with the match box I had lying on the counter.
"Oh, I guess we forgot to turn it off when we were cooking. Ethan and I were listening to a little Nirvana before everyone got here," I chuckled.
"Haha, do you remember those days where I'd walk in on you and your angsty music and to cheer you up, we'd dance around your room to the Spice Girls?" Molly asked.
"Wannabe!" I exclaimed, with a laugh.
"Yes!" Molly said, chuckling.
"Those were the days… I hope our girls have that with each other. I mean, Renee's only three years older than Victoria and Haley. She can be an older sister to the two of them," Molly offered up.
I smiled, "I hope so too. I hope they'll be there for each other like you've been here for me. I hate to get all sappy but, seriously, Molly, you practically moved back here for me!"
"Oh, Mer! Please don't do this right now, because if you start, I'll start, and we're supposed to be celebrating!" Molly sniffled.
"Okay, okay," I laughed.
"Mer, you're my best friend. Of course I moved back. You needed me and Dean was dying and… well, it brought me some pretty damn good things, huh?" Molly asked.
"You know, the idea of you and Ethan never crossed my mind, but look how well it's turned out," I smiled.
"Thanks," Molly sighed.
"Alright, before we get all mushy again, we should probably go back out there. Help me with the cake?" I asked.
"Of course," Molly replied.
Molly and I carried out the cake to Andrea and we started singing 'happy birthday' before everyone else joined in. We placed the cake down in front of Andrea.
"Alright, make a wish!" I encouraged.
Andrea looked around at all of us before closing her eyes and blowing out the candles. We all clapped and cheered for her before going to sit down in our respective seats at the table.
"First, I wanted to just say thank you for another great birthday and another year with all of you. You're my family. I have watched all of you grow up and turn into wonderful people – even Dean, who I was pretty sure was going to break Meredith's heart," Andrea started. We laughed at her little comment and I gave Dean's hand a tight squeeze. Andrea had practically been my mom so it was understandable. "You all surprise every day and you've given me the most beautiful grandchildren. I only wish that Bobby could be here to watch them grow up too. Looks like we've got the next generation of Winchesters and Walshes on our hands."
There was a collective mumble about the remembrance of Bobby and some nods as well. I raised my glass, "To Bobby and to Andrea, who practically raised all of us." Dean looked over and nodded at me.
"To Mom," Ethan said.
"To Andrea," others followed.
"And I've been a fool and I've been blind/I can never leave the past behind/I can see no way, I can see no way/I'm always dragging that horse around…"
"Hey, you ready?" Ethan asked me.
I was quietly listening to Sam and Sawyer talk until Ethan got my attention. We were done with cake and the night was beginning to finally wind down.
"Yeah," I replied.
"Okay," he said.
"Where are you going?" Dean asked, his hand resting on my knee.
"I kinda promised Ethan I'd do something. I'll be back, okay?" I replied.
"Sure, but don't be too long. I want to talk to you about something," Dean said.
"What kind of something?" I asked, shooting Dean a look.
"Nothing, go and have your fun," Dean replied. I stood up and felt Dean's hand graze my ass. I turned around shooting him a playful glare and he just winked at me.
"What was that and do I even want to know?" Ethan asked, as I walked towards him, towards the back door.
"Nope," I replied.
"Come on," Ethan said, rolling his eyes as slung his arm around my shoulders and we walked outside. We went around to the back and found the spot where we remembered burying it. There were two small, hand shovels leaned up against brick wall. "Let's get digging."
"Okay," I chuckled. Ethan and I began to dig up the earth until Ethan hit something.
"Hey, I think I got it!" Ethan exclaimed.
"Let's see," I said. We through our hand shovels behind us and began to uncover it with our hands, Finally, we were able to pull it from the ground. "Oh my God, look at this thing!" I had been place in an old cookie tin that was highly rusted by now.
"Oh my God, look at all of this stuff! Hey, I loved this slinky!" Ethan exclaimed, taking out the slinky.
I gasped, "Oh, my favorite pen! I remember hating to part with it but you said that we had to put something valuable in it."
"Hah, I love that your valuable thing was a pen and mine was a slinky," Ethan snickered.
"Shut up," I said, hitting him playfully. "Oh my God, Ethan. Do you remember this?"
"What?" Ethan asked.
"This," I replied, holding up the piece of paper that I was holding. "We decided that we'd write three secrets about ourselves so that when we finally reopened it/when the aliens of the future discovered it, they'd know what we were thinking."
"I'm kind of scared to read these," Ethan said.
"Oh me too, but we have to," I begged.
"Alright fine," Ethan sighed.
"Alright, you can read yours. Here," I said, giving him one of the two folded up papers we had put in the box. Ethan opened the paper and then cleared his throat.
"One, I've never been kissed. Okay, I was eleven. That doesn't really count," Ethan read aloud.
I laughed, "Yeah, but at eleven, everything is a big deal."
"True. Alright, number two: Sometimes I wish I had a dog. Wow, that was some secret there," Ethan chuckled.
"The secretest secret," I teased.
Ethan laughed, "Three: I miss my dad."
"Aw," I said, giving him a compassionate smile.
"Okay, now yours. Mine were boring. Go," Ethan ordered.
I laughed, "Alright, let's see… One: I like books. Wow, okay. That wasn't a secret." Ethan just laughed. "Two: I have a crush on Dean. Again, found out that wasn't a secret."
"Yeah, it was pretty much obvious the first time you two met that you had a crush on him. I remember you coming into the café that day with him and you just wouldn't stop looking at him. Then, when he left after that week, you wouldn't stop talking about him. Oh my God!" Ethan teased, complaining.
I laughed, "I wasn't that bad."
"You were," Ethan nodded.
I sighed, chuckling, "Number three: Sometimes I wish Bobby was my real dad. Oh my God… that's terrible."
"No, it's not. Bobby was always there, and besides, we were young. Kids say those kinds of things and never mean it," Ethan comforted.
"I miss him…" I trailed off.
"Who?" Ethan asked.
I thought it over for a moment, "Both of them."
"I'm sorry, Mer," Ethan said, pulling me into a hug, and kissing the top of my head.
"Thanks, you," I said, giggling a little. "You know, we've been through it together since the beginning... how crazy is that?"
"Really crazy," Ethan said back.
"Now you're a big hot shot doctor with a beautiful daughter and another one on the way. How does it feel, Mr. Walsh?" I asked.
"Probably about the same as having four kids and being married to the guy you've been in love with forever," Ethan said back.
"Touche," I replied.
"Things worked out for the best, huh?" Ethan asked.
"Looks like it," I replied, nodding slowly. "God, look at everything in here. Look at this picture of us. Oh my God, look at those pants you were wearing!"
"Me? Please, look at those overalls you were wearing! You practically lived in those overalls," Ethan pointed out.
"Yeah, I did. They were so comfy," I smiled. There were a couple of other trinkets in the tin box but all in all, we were pretty much done going through it. Ethan just laughed at my response.
"So… should we rebury this? You know, just in case the aliens of the future want it?" Ethan proposed.
"I think so," I replied, shooting him a warm smile.
"I've got an idea. Why don't we add something for those future aliens?" Ethan asked.
"Oh yeah?" I asked.
"Yeah," Ethan replied, taking out his wallet and taking out a picture of Molly and Renee and placing it in the box. I nodded, doing the same. I put our small, wallet sized family picture into the box before closing the rusted box up once and for all.
"Our love is pastured, such a mournful sound/Tonight I'm gonna bury that horse in the ground/So I like to keep my issues strong/But it's always darkest before the dawn…"
"Oh, Cole, don't do that, sweetie! Don't eat the blocks!" Sawyer said, urgently trying to take the foam blocks out of Cole's mouth.
I chuckled, "Jude and I had that problem too. Whenever I turned my back he'd try to eat them all over again." Ethan and I had just come back in from digging up and then reburying our time capsule – for the future aliens, of course.
"Why don't you go play with your cousins?" Sawyer suggested to Cole. She picked him up, placing him over where Jude and John were playing cars together on the café floor. "Sorry."
"Oh, don't apologize. I completely understand," I sighed.
Sawyer took a good look at the café before saying, "You know, I remember the first night I came here."
"Oh my God," I groaned.
"It was Christmas Eve and I had no idea that Dad hadn't told you about me," Sawyer continued.
"I was such a bitch to you!" I exclaimed.
"No! I mean, yes, but it was understandable. I would've acted the same way," Sawyer replied. "But it's okay now. We're sisters and… and everything is okay."
"Yes, it is all okay," I smiled. "You know, I'm glad that you came into my life out of the blue. I had another person to complain with about dad." Sawyer laughed. "I'm kidding. I mean, sort of."
"Dad really loved you, Mer. He did. He just… he didn't know how to show it sometimes," Sawyer said.
"Thanks, Sawyer," I said nodding a little. "What do you think Dad would do if he saw us now with kids and everything?"
"Well, I'd like to think he'd be the greatest grandpa. He'd take out our kids and spoil them rotten. Then he'd probably teach them how to shoot a gun," Sawyer said.
"And we'd probably kill him after that!" I laughed.
"Yes, we would," Sawyer said, laughing along with me.
"Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa/Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa/And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back/So shake him off, oh whoa…"
"Hey, I should go and start cleaning up. We'll talk later, okay?" I asked.
"Sure," Sawyer replied.
I parted from my sister and then went back by myself behind the counter to start cleaning up. I got halfway through my cleaning before Andrea came back as well.
"Oh, no! Go back out! I'm almost done cleaning," I encouraged.
"Meredith, it's my birthday. Let me help some!" she demanded.
"Alright," I sighed. "Happy birthday, Andrea! How does it feel?"
"Old," Andrea said.
I laughed, "You're not old!"
"I'm sixty. Come on, Meredith," Andrea encouraged.
"Alright, alright," I said almost to myself.
"Your mother would be proud," Andrea said, out of the blue.
"What?" I asked.
"I said, your mother would be proud. She would. She never wanted the hunting life for you, neither did your father. They'd be happy to see you now," Andrea replied.
"Thank you," I said back.
"Oh, don't thank me. Thank that heartbreaker of a husband you've got there. I really did think he was going to break your heart, and he did, but he put it back together again too," Andrea smiled, looking at Dean. Dean was talking to Sam over in the center of the café.
I chuckled, "Yeah, I was pretty sure he'd break my heart too."
"I would've killed him if he had," Andrea said.
"Oh, I know you would've. I think I warned him about that all the way back in high school," I chuckled.
"Good. He's a good man, Meredith. You're lucky," Andrea replied.
"I say that to myself all the time. It's funny because he thinks he's the lucky one but no, it's me," I said.
"You both are. You really have been a daughter to me. With you around all the time, Ethan and you running around the café…" Andrea trailed off. "You know, I'm thinking about taking a trip to Florida. I hear it's warm down there." I could tell that Andrea wasn't in the mood to go down memory lane today and I understood that.
"Florida is nice," I smiled.
"Hey, can I borrow you for a second?" Dean asked, leaning over the counter.
"Go ahead," Andrea nodded.
"Okay," I said back, giddy.
"Hey, you," I said, coming from behind the counter over to Dean.
"Come on. I want to talk to you about something," Dean said, grabbing my hand.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Don't worry. Just trust me," Dean answered.
"Okay," I said uneasily. Dean took my hand and I followed him out of the cafe and to the side of it. He stopped as soon as we were at the brick wall; our brick wall. I giggled. "So what is it exactly that you wanted to talk to me about?"
"Not much. Just this," Dean replied, gently pushing me against the wall and crashing his lips against mine. I smiled into the kiss as Dean pressed his body against mine and pulled me closer to him. I ran my hands through his spiky, short hair and just closed my eyes, enjoying the kiss.
Dean licked my bottom lip, begging for entrance and I gladly obliged. I opened my mouth and deepened the kiss. Dean's hands moved from my hips to my butt and then to my sides, tickling me a little. I giggled into our kiss and Dean took that chance to begin kissing down my neck.
"Oh, Dean," I whispered. I could feel his lips curve into a smile as I moaned his name. Dean came back up and kissed me once more, giving me a sweet, long, passionate kiss.
He pressed his forehead against mine and swallowed before saying, "I love you, Meredith Winchester."
"I love you too, baby," I replied. "We should probably go back inside. People might think something."
"I think they were thinking something the minute we left, baby," Dean winked.
I giggled, "Come on," I said, taking his hand. Dean gladly followed me as we walked side by side, back to the café.
~3rd Person POV~
"I am done with my graceless heart/So tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart/'Cause I like to keep my issues strong/It's always darkest before the dawn…"
"Sammy," Dean said, sitting down. Meredith had sat on the floor with her and Dean's kids while Dean sat down at the table next to Sam. Molly and Sawyer were over at another table looking through a magazine while Ethan was helping his mom clean up.
"Where were you two?" Sam asked. Dean smirked. "Yeah, shouldn't have asked."
"It's funny that you even have to ask anymore, Sammy," Dean smiled.
"You two never stop, do you?" Sam asked.
"Nope. Then again, after hearing you two at the beach… I think this a little bit of a pot calling kettle black kind of thing," Dean shot back, jokingly.
"Oh God," Sam groaned.
"Yep. That's what she was saying too," Dean teased.
"Jerk," Sam shot at Dean.
"Bitch," Dean said back. The two men exchanged glances before laughing. "You ever miss it?"
"What?" Sam asked.
"Being out on the road?" Dean asked.
"Not at all," Sam replied, shortly.
"What? You don't miss having tons of quality time with you big brother in the metallicar, listening to the best music in the world?" Dean asked, knowing what his brother's answer would be. He just loved being a pain in the ass.
"That's the part I miss the least!" Sam joked.
"Ouch," Dean said.
"Dude, it's a joke," Sam chuckled. "I don't know… things are good here. It's what I always wanted."
Dean nodded, "I know. You know, I took Jude shooting today."
"Yeah?" Sam asked, raising his eyebrows.
"It was uh… weird. Do you think it's too soon?" Dean asked, self consciously.
Sam sighed, "I don't know. I think we want to keep our kids, kids as long as we can."
"Yeah…" Dean trailed off.
~End 3rd Person POV~
"And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back/And given half the chance would I take any of it back/It's a fine romance but it's left me so undone/It's always darkest before the dawn…"
"Hi," I said, wrapping my arms around Dean's neck and kissing him once.
"Good," Dean said, satisfied.
"That's my cue to leave," Sam said.
"Oh, no, Sam, you don't have to," I said back.
"No, it's fine. I'm going to see what Sawyer is up to," Sam said, before leaving the table. I sat down in Sam's chair right next to Dean.
"How are the kids?" Dean asked.
"They're fine. They're just playing cars as usual. It's scary how much they remind me of you more and more every day," I sighed.
"Well, what can I say? They're dad is awesome!" Dean bragged.
"And modest too," I replied sarcastically. Dean slid his hand over to mine, holding it.
"You're hands are freezing!" he exclaimed.
"They usually are," I said back.
I returned my focus over to the kids. John, Jude, and Cole were playing with cars. John and Jude were explaining to Cole each different car and Jude was even giving him details about the engine and everything. John ended up leaving and sitting with Renee, who smoothed out her dress and gladly let John help her do the puzzle that they were doing. They were going to get married one day. I could feel it. Haley, Victoria, and Flynn were all sitting in the play cribs. It was amazing how babies could just sit for hours and still be entertained.
"What're you thinking about?" Dean asked, interrupting my train of thought.
"Not much," I replied, returning my focus to him. I smiled at my handsome husband. He was the love of my life and I was the lucky one – not him.
"Hey, we've been through a lot, haven't we?" Dean asked.
"You're just realizing this now?" I teased.
"Yeah, whatever," Dean shrugged.
I giggled, "Hey, look. I think that's the new generation of Winchesters and Walshes."
"Yeah. Scary, huh?" Dean asked.
"Definitely," I replied.
We had finally won. We were out of the hunting life, for now. We had avoided death way too many times to count, and had fought for family. Dean and I had moved mountains to be together and to start the family that we had always wanted. I took one last look around the room and all of the people in it. This was my family.
"Yeah, it was all worth it," I thought to myself.
"Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa/Shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa/And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back/So shake him off, oh whoa…"
August 18, 2031
"Oh my God. I can't believe my parents really went through all of that," Victoria said, perplexed as she set the last composition notebook down.
"I can't either. Jesus. They could make a movie out of your parents' story," Haley said back.
"Hah, I can actually see my dad's reaction right now if they turned their story into some chick flick. He'd probably have a heart attack!" Victoria laughed.
"Uncle Dean so would," Haley laughed.
"Hey, we should probably get back downstairs. We've been up here for a while now," Victoria said.
"Okay. Oh my God, I feel like I want to cry right now. You parents are just so in love…" Haley gushed.
"Honestly, I think I want to too," Victoria said. The girls exchanged laughter before hurrying back downstairs. Haley went to Victoria's room and Victoria went downstairs to see if her mom needed help setting up for the party today. Victoria hurried down the steps to see her mom taking some cookies out of the oven. "Need any help, Mom?"
"Nope, I'm fine. What were you and Haley doing up there for so long?" Meredith asked, casually.
"No reason…" Victoria started. She debated whether or not to tell her mom. What if she got mad? Ahhh but she couldn't contain it! "It's just, okay, so we kind of found your diaries… please don't be mad!"
Meredith chuckled, "I'm not mad at all. I… wow… I can't believe you found those!"
"It's just, you and dad went through a lot. I never knew all that. You guys are kind of amazing. Hah, Haley even said that you guys' love story could be some kind of romance film," Victoria said, laughing a little.
"I think your father would rather gauge his eyes out than be the start of a romance movie," Meredith replied.
"That's what I said!" Victoria said back.
"Well, it's sweet that you guys enjoyed it… I guess… wow, that's really weird. If it makes you feel better, Blake read my diaries and had the same reaction too," Meredith started.
"Aunt Blake? No way!" Victoria said.
"Yeah," Meredith nodded. "Hey, why don't you and Haley get ready for the party? People should be arriving any time soon."
"Yeah, alright, Mom," Victoria said, before going back upstairs to her room.
The whole gang always convened at their house for the Renee and Jude's birthdays. They were both August birthdays and when Jude turned eight, they decided to have a joint birthday party between Renee and Jude. It had become a Walsh/Winchester tradition.
"Hey, we should get ready for the party. Mom says people should start coming over any time soon," Victoria said, returning to her room.
"Yeah? Ooh, do you think I could borrow that purple sundress of yours?" Haley asked her cousin.
"Sure, but what should I wear?" Victoria asked back.
Meredith went back upstairs and heard the girls talking and laughing over something. She smiled to herself. She thought back to the night of Andrea's 60th birthday party. That had truly felt like a new beginning. Meredith, Dean, Molly, Ethan, Sawyer, and Sam's times were coming to an end. It was the next generation's turn.
Sorry for the rant at the beginning of the chapter. I hope you read it. This has been so surreal for me. And now, it's the end. The real end. Wow. I hope you enjoyed the epic of Meredith and Dean, hah. More stories to come soon and PLEASE let me know what you thought. I hope that this chapter's length wasn't too intimidating/turn offish. I will still be doing The Next Generation story and the oneshot series :). I hope you follow me there! So, goodbye to Meredith and Dean for now. It's about time they go their happy ending.