A/N – This is it, kiddos. For real. Nothing after this. I'm toying with the idea of outtakes from Sam and Dean's POV. I can be pursuaded to include certain scenes, so send me a list of ones you'd like to see! I guess I should warn my younger readers this chapter is LEMON heavy. All my fellow pervs, you can thank Filia1990 for that. It's only in here because she wanted some more Dean/Bella action. I guess they kind of deserved it after all they've been through.

Chapter is brought to you by Anya Marina's Move You.

Bending spoons with my mind, manifesting men of all kinds in my spare time. But oh, how I struggled in vain to solve this riddle with my brain when the answer's in my hands. So I wanna move you around. Got to turn you inside out. Yeah, I wanna move you, I wanna move you around. I wanna move you, I wanna move you around.

Ch. 28 – Epilogue – Move You

"Come on, Dean. Just one more time!" I rolled over onto my side and let the blanket drop, giving him an eyeful of my naked chest if he'd just turn around.

"You're insatiable, you know that?" He paused in front of the door, turning over his shoulder to address me. His eyes raked over my bare skin and he swallowed. "You know I have to go...but you're making it incredibly hard."

I raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Good..."

He let out a sigh but laughed. "That's not what I meant..."

"We've got ten minutes." I batted my eyelashes at him and pouted. "Please?"

"What the hell!" He tossed his bag on the floor, reaching around to strip out of his shirt, and pounced on the bed.

I attempted to sit up and reached my hands out in front of me to unbutton his jeans. He could see me struggling so he made quick work of his belt, pausing to give me his best impression of a Chippendale dancer while he moved the belt side to side behind his neck.

"The clock is ticking, Dean."

He frowned, dropping the belt and kicking of his pants. "You're just using me for my body."

"Yep." I smiled cockily. I pushed him down on the bed and climbed on top of him. It was my new favorite position for obvious reasons.

He had a huge, shit-eating grin on his face as I hovered over him. "I gotta tell ya, sweetheart, I don't think I'll ever get tired of this view."

I pressed my mouth to his, silencing him. Speaking out of the side of my mouth as I ground my hips against his, I said, "Less talking, more doing..."

Grabbing a handful of breast, he squeezed firmly, yet gently, and it caused me to moan. He wagged his eyebrows at me. "That enough doing?"

Placing my palms on his muscular chest, I used Dean as leverage, lifting myself off of him and then slowly lowering my self back down. My eyes rolled back in my head as I took him in, savoring the feeling of being so full. We both moaned in unison, and he leaned forward, pushing himself deeper, and pressed a kiss along the column of my neck. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer, letting my fingers dig into his back. He let out a sharp wince but it only urged him on, and he started his own movements, his hips meeting mine. He bucked against me, and I let out another moan as I hung onto him whispering incoherent words.

I squeezed my eyes shut. "Feels...mmm...oh..."

He reached around me, wrapping my hair around his hand and giving it a firm tug. My head went back as my eyes met his.

"I want to see you when you fall apart..."

The gruffness in his voice and his commanding eyes sent me over the edge. He continued to thrust into me a few more times and then collapsed on his back, pulling me on top of him and holding me close.

I lay there for a moment but the pressure cause me to wince and I struggled in his arms. He frowned and I lowered my eyes. "I'm sorry. It's uncomfortable."

He gently rolled me onto my side and sat up, bending down to retrieve his boxers and jeans from the floor. Slipping into his boxers and pants, he looked at me over his shoulder. His eyes were a brilliant green and those full lips slightly parted. He knew I was no match for that look, the one that said "you can't be mad at me." And I really couldn't, but then he had to open his mouth.

"I just wanted to be close to you...all of you, sweetheart."

Why'd he have to go and say that? Why couldn't I just use him for what I needed, and then he could be on his merry way? Now those words, rich and thick like honey, would linger long after he left. He'd only be gone for a few days, but now they'd be the longest few days I'd ever encountered. It just reminded me how empty and alone I was without him.

Narrowing my eyes at him, I shot him an icy glare, but he just smirked at me. I inched my leg towards him and dug my toes into his side. He jumped off the bed and stared down at me. Now it was my turn to smirk.

"Goddamnit, Bella! Your toes are like icicles."

I wiggled them at him, almost like waving with my foot. "Get out of here, Dean!"

He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. Being a little greedy, I threaded my fingers through the back of his hair and pulled his head towards me. He opened his mouth and I traced his lower lip with my tongue. He moaned and deepened the kiss before pulling away and breathing heavy.

"I really gotta go..."

Staring at him smugly, I lifted my chin and said, "No one's keeping you here..."

He pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows. "Really?"

When I didn't answer, he kissed along the underside of my chin, behind my ear, blowing hot air into it that made me shiver. He traced his lips down my neck, over my collarbone, spending a few minutes teasing my sensitive breasts by gently biting and licking my hardened nipples. I let out a moan and arched my back, lifting my whole body off of the mattress. Dean just continued on his torture inducing journey until he reached my abdomen.

"I'll miss you," he whispered into my belly.

I smiled contently, savoring the moment. "You should go."

He used his forearms to push off the bed. "I'm going, I'm going." Grabbing his shirt off the floor, he tossed in on over his head and picked up the bag he had dropped by the door. Dean took a few steps before turning back around and rushing back to give me a chaste kiss on the lips. He opened the door but paused, glancing back at me one last time.

"I love you."

"I love you too. Don't forget to say goodbye to Chuck before you leave," I reminded him.


I must have fallen back asleep after Dean left because I woke up in a cold sweat from the same nightmare I had been having for the past few nights. I tried to shake the image of the woman in white out of my head, but even after I opened my eyes, she was still there, like she was permanently etched into my mind. There had been instances where I was wide awake and I'd turn around only to see her standing next to me. She'd follow me around for awhile, almost like she was tethered to me. At first I thought it was some type of spirit caught in limbo. Maybe she just needed help crossing over. I researched all the recent deaths but nothing fit the woman's description. The sun was just making its appearance, and I decided I'd look into other possibilities. Bobby stayed behind to keep an eye on me, so I planned on making him some breakfast before I started digging into things. Bobby was always more receptive on a full stomach.

It took me ten minutes to finally get out of bed. I threw on one of Dean's button-down shirts and a pair of wool socks and padded into the kitchen. I placed a few slices of bacon in the cast-iron pan. Between the sizzling and crackling and the delicious smell, Bobby was in the kitchen in record time.

"Chuck's still sleeping?" Bobby asked as I placed a plate of eggs, toast, and bacon in front of him.

"Yeah, but Dean said goodbye before he left." I smiled sweetly. "So, Bobby, what do you think about their theory? You think it's for real?"

"I know that look on your face, Bella, and get that idea right out of your head. You're not going on this hunt. Not in your condition..."

"I meant what do you think about the wishes... Do you think they can really do it?" I took a seat next to him, patiently waiting his answer.

"There's a lot of lore. We've never really come up against one, so I don't know. It could just be a myth. Sam and Dean may be facing something completely different."

"I know...I know...but say it was really a Djinn...and say you had a wish...uh...but you never even said it out loud. Like you wished for a different life..." I looked down at my stomach and then back up at him "...or a baby..." The high pitch cry of a baby echoed through the kitchen.

"Speaking off babies..." Bobby offered me a smile before pushing back his chair and getting up.

I gripped onto the edge of the kitchen table and used it to hoist myself out of the chair. I put a hand on his shoulder, stilling him. "Don't worry, I'll get him."

I pressed a hand into my side, trying to dull the ache I had felt in my abdomen all morning. I took a few deep breaths and walked towards Chuck's bedroom. When I got to the crib, he was staring up at the mobile making cute baby noises.

"Hi, sweetie!" I reached into the crib and cradled him to my chest. "Did you sleep okay?" The baby just cooed and buried his head in my neck.

I walked back into the kitchen and Bobby gave me an appraising look. "You should tell that angel of yours that babysitting isn't on your resume."

Sitting back down in the chair, I bounced Chuck on my knee. "You know he's not just any baby, Bobby." I placed my hands over Chuck's ears. "He's a prophet."

Bobby shook his head. "You're gonna have your hands full pretty soon."

I rolled my eyes. "So back to the case..."

He let out a disgruntled sigh. "I suppose. I mean they have Godlike power. They can alter reality however they want. Past. Present. Future."

"But why?" I pressed. "Why would it bother granting people's wishes? Maybe they're not evil...maybe..."

"Bella, just let the boys take care of it."


After breakfast I took Chuck to the park. I spread out a blanket on the grass and relaxed under the warm sun while he played with some blocks and teething rings I had brought. I must have dozed off for a split-second because I had that nightmare again. It was the same girl dressed all in white, but every time I made my way towards her in the dream she just vanished into thin air. I blinked my eyes, trying to gain more consciousness. Chuck was still content, playing next to me on the blanket. I squinted under the glare of the sun but noticed movement in the distance. It was the girl! Only this time, she was a lot filthier. Her perfect white coat was covered in blood and her skin was dirty and littered with bruises. I scooped Chuck into my arms and started to run towards her as fast as my body would allow, but she was gone again.


When I finally put Chuck down for bed, I decided I should make a pot of coffee so I could stay awake. The doctor advised me against drinking too much caffeine, but for some reason I didn't think it would have any adverse side effects. I hit the books, looking up everything I could about Djinns. Dean had John's journal, and I was tempted to just call and ask John myself, but lately he hadn't been answering any of our calls. The only thing I could find was that they could read a person's mind to learn their deepest desires and then make them happen. I didn't know why something evil would do something that seemed so good, and that was what bothered me the most. I may not have known their motives, but I knew how to kill them and that was a start. All I needed was a silver knife dipped in lamb's blood.

After our battle with Anna, I was ready to eliminate any supernatural threat, regardless of it they were good or bad...except for Castiel of course. I was pissed at him for awhile, but deep down I knew he did what he did for me. I couldn't stay angry at him forever, especially when he tried so hard to communicate better. He did lay low for awhile, which made it easier to control my anger. Since Cas wasn't there, I took it out on everyone around me. Dean and Sam had put up with a lot when I started hunting again. I was definitely a bitch when we were on a case, which often resulted in Dean sleeping on the couch. The only thing that mattered was getting it done, and sometimes that meant not listening to the brothers and doing it my way, even if my way was reckless and dangerous. The funny thing was once the case was over and the dust had settled, I was fine. Sam finally called me on my shit.

"This isn't you, Bella," he'd said. "The whole RoboHunter thing...you know it's not black and white. You know right from wrong...you're acting like Dean used to."

Despite his best effort, Sam couldn't get through to me. Believe it or not, it was Dean that finally got me on track. It wasn't until the Molly McNamara and Jonah Greeley case that his words had finally sunk in.

Jonah was a local farmer that died when he was run over on the freeway. One night a year, on the anniversary of his death, Jonah haunted the same stretch of road. Molly had the unfortunate luck of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I wanted go on the job, salt and burn the bones, and then call it a day. When went to the Greeley property to try and find the bones, Molly found Jonah's love letters to his wife instead. That had changed things a bit.

She came to me with the letters looking for answers. "It's a letter he wrote to his wife. My God! It's beautiful. I don't understand how a guy like this could turn into such a monster."

When I opened my mouth to speak, Dean came up behind me and cut in. "Not all of them were evil people, you know? A lot of them were good. Just...something happened to them. Something they couldn't control..." Dean looked over at me as he spoke, and I finally understood. "We're just trying to put them to rest...give them some peace. Spirits like Greeley are uh...like wounded animals. Lost, in so much pain...that they lash out. We're just trying to save them...break the vicious cycle."

His words reminded me of what our real job was: saving people. Just like with Molly and Jonah, the things that happened to me were out of my control. I couldn't let that anger eat me up and destroy everything I believed in. I always managed to see the good in everyone and the longer I held onto all the hate, the more I'd become like the things we hunted. Molly had us to save her, and I had Dean, Sam, Cas, Bobby, and even John. It was time to let go.

Once we salted and burned Jonah Greeley's corpse, and freed Molly from his clutches, I knew what I had to do. Sam offered to do it, but I knew it needed to be me. To get back to being the old Bella, I needed to help Molly. So we drove her to town where she could see David, her husband. She had thought Greeley killed him. The truth of what happened to David was almost more painful.

We pulled up to the nice suburban home, and I got out, taking her hand and bringing her over to the window. She saw David sitting at the kitchen table, drinking from a cup coffee, looking up adoringly at a woman wearing a fluffy white robe as she kissed the top of his head.

"I don't..." She shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. "Who is that?"

Instinctively, I reached out to put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. The jaded woman I had become wanted to deliver the blow swiftly and efficiently, not caring about what Molly was feeling. After a few minutes of hesitation, realization finally dawned on Molly and she began to cry. I pulled Molly into my arms without a second thought and soothed her as I told her the truth about what had happened. She and David had accidentally ran Jonah Greeley over, killing both Jonah and Molly. For fifteen years, on the same night and same road, Jonah punished someone for killing him. He punished Molly. After Molly had finally let go, I followed suit. I felt lighter, happier, when I let all that anger leave my body.

This whole thing with the Djinn made me think about Molly. She didn't think she was doing anything wrong. In fact, she didn't even know she was a ghost. Maybe this Djinn didn't realize what he was doing to the people he was trying to grant wishes to. By the time I finished my third cup of coffee, Bobby's loud snores could be heard from down the hall. I tip-toed into the library and made my way to the cabinet that held all of Bobby's goodies. I held the silver knife in my hand as I opened the door and reached for the jar of lamb's blood.

"Whatcha got there, Bella?"

I felt a sharp twinge in my stomach and spun around, carefully tucking the knife into the waist of my pants from behind. "Just checking inventory." I smiled at Bobby.

Bobby stepped closer. "You're not going after the Djinn, Bella." His voice was gruff, final. My posture stiffened and he smiled softly at me. "I know it's hard for you to be on the sidelines, kid, but Sam and Dean have this covered."

A wave of nausea hit me and my head began to spin. I winced as another sharp pain hit me in the gut. I stumbled from the pain and Bobby gripped me by the arm, helping me stay standing.

"Bella, sit down before you pass out."

I grabbed my protruding belly with both of my hands and allowed him lead me to the couch. I sat down and let the comfortable cushions swallow me.

"What were ya thinking?" he asked, concerned.

I shook my head, another pain tearing through my body. They were coming on faster and stronger. "I don't know." I winced again.

"Are you okay?"

My eyebrows furrowed from pain and confusion. "I don't know..." I took a deep breath which only made it hurt worse.

"Is it the baby?" Bobby rushed to the phone and quickly dialed a number. "Dean? Where are you? It's Bella...the baby..." He slammed the receiver down and came back over to me. "Just hang in there. Dean will be here in five minutes."

I could feel the pain building again and beads of sweat forming on my brow. Chuck's faint cries were coming from somewhere far away. The last thing I remembered before passing out was Bobby's frantic voice calling my name.

I blinked my eyes open and saw Dean kneeling by my side. Bobby and Sam were standing in the corner of the room keeping a watchful eye on me.

"Dammit, Bella. What were you thinking? You could have hurt yourself and the baby."

I opened my mouth to speak, but the clacking of high heels across the hardwood floor drew my attention to the kitchen. The woman from my nightmares was making her way towards me. I finally got a good look at her. She was wearing a white lab coat. She was my doctor... I couldn't erase the last image I had of her from my mind. Her lab coat was covered in blood. My blood? What were the bruises from? I struggled to sit up as she approached me and put a hand on me, gently pushing me back into the couch.

"Bella, you need to take it easy or this baby is going to come sooner than I'd like."

I looked at her, confused. I tried to sit up again but both her and Dean pushed me back down. "Let me up."

"You know I can't do that, sweetheart."

Struggling against them, I finally got free. I took a few steps backwards until my back was against the bookshelf. I reached behind me and pulled out the knife. I waved it everyone in the room.

"This isn't real..." I lunged towards the doctor and Dean. "It's a Djinn...it's doing something to..."

The doctor looked at Dean with wide eyes and he just shrugged. "Pregnancy brain...it does that, right? Hallucinations? Crazy talk?" He chuckled before slowly walking over to me, his eyes filled with worry.

"Bella, you're scaring me, okay? You're having some kind of psychotic break. Sam and I took care of everything..." Dean looked over to Sam and Sam nodded confidently "...you need to give me the knife. You feel that?" He took my free hand and placed it on his heart. "That's real. I'm real."

I pushed him away and took a step back. The hurt in Dean's eyes caused me to falter. He frowned and shook his head. "I love you, Bella. I can't lose you again. You said we'd get through anything together. I need you to get through this. Please put the knife down."

I shook my head frantically, trying to drown out his words. It had to be a trick. "No... I don't believe you..."

"Don't do this, Bella. I'm real..."

"There's only one way to be sure..." I turned the knife on myself, aiming it at my abdomen.

Dean reached his hand out, trying to grab the knife. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing?"

I smiled. "It's an old wives' tale. If you're about to die in a dream you wake up."

"No!" He shouted and it caused me to jump. "Listen to yourself, sweetheart. That's crazy."

I steeled my gaze. "Maybe."

Dean's eyes were panicked. "You're going to kill yourself and that baby. You know how important that baby is..."

"Or I'm going to wake up. One or the other." I gripped the knife with both hands and turned it on myself.

"Wait!" A little voice called out.

Everyone in the room turned around and met the face of an adorable little boy with bright green eyes, a smattering of freckles on the bridge of his nose and cheeks, and a full head of dark brown hair. He couldn't have been more than five. Dean paced around the boy before picking him up in his arms. You couldn't mistake the resemblance. They had the same smile.

"Why couldn't you just leave well enough alone?" Dean's eyes glazed over from unshed tears. "You were happy. We...were happy."

"Put the knife down, Mommy." The little voice tugged at my heart, and I felt my grip slipping.

"You're not real," I insisted, shaking my head.

"It doesn't matter," the little boy answered.

Dean took another step closer to me, his eyes pleading. "It's better than anything you had..."

"What?" I asked in disbelief.

"It's everything you want. We're a family. I love you..."

I could feel myself breaking. Using the wall to support my weight, I slumped to the floor. "But the Djinn...it will drain the life out of me in a couple of days."

Dean handed the child off to me and I instinctively took him in my arms. Dean sat down beside me as I held the boy.

"But in here...with us...it'll feel like years. Like a life time."

The little boy looked up at me, his green eyes hopeful and crippling. I pressed a kiss on the top of his head.

"I promise..." Dean took my chin in his hand and stared at me "...no more pain..." he stroked my cheek as a tear fell "...or fear. Just love and comfort and safety. Bella, stay with us..."

Before he could finish his words I shoved the knife into my gut. "I'm sorry..."

"Bella, stay with us..."

My head lolled to the side. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sam working at the chains of the girl that was hanging next to me. She was wearing a white skirt and a white lab coat, but it was covered in blood and dirt. Her skin was littered with bruises and her hair was matted against her forehead. It was the doctor... Dean continued to shake me, trying to break me from my daze.

"Come on, sweetheart, wake up." Dean stroked my cheeks, giving me a light slap. I blinked my eyes open. "Bella, stay with us. We're gonna get you out of here..."

I felt reality slowly start to seep in as I put together the events that had happened. The girl hanging next to me had been a victim of the Djinn. We had tracked the Djinn to this abandoned warehouse and he must have got me. I caught movement behind him.

"Look out!" I cried.

The Djinn and Dean began to fight. Sam stopped fiddling with the chains and ran after them. Just as the Djinn was about to press his hand to Dean's forehead, Sam shoved the knife into the Djinn's back. The Djinn rolled over, the blue light in his eyes fading out completely.


Later that night as we lay in bed, Dean rubbed soothing circles along the marks on my wrists. A silent tear rolled down my cheek.

His eyes were filled with worry. "Did I hurt you?"

I shook my head as another tear fell. "I wanted to stay...I wanted to stay so bad. It was everything I wanted."

He raised an eyebrow. "You want a baby?" Then he smirked. "Like right now?" I looked away, feeling my cheeks redden. His fingers found my chin, turning me to face him. His eyes were shining. "Well...there's no harm in practicing."

E/N – Thank you, everyone. You read, you reviewed, you gave this story so much love and I am so incredibly humbled and grateful. I have a oneshot called Bad Company on my profile. It's a prequel to the next story I'll be posting. Catch you guys on the flipside. Kirk out!