AN: Here it is. The Epilogue.
Dean stared at Sam standing on his doorstep. He couldn't believe his eyes. Sam was supposed to be trapped in hell.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" Sam asked.
Dean took a step out onto the porch, shutting the door behind him. "I don't think so."
"Dean, it's me. Do I need to run through your tests to prove to you that I'm who I say I am? Because I will. Give me some holy water and I'll drink it."
Dean shook his head. "No, I believe you. I just...how did you get out?"
"I don't know. One minute I was in the cage with Lucifer and Michael and the next I'm standing in the cemetery, no clue how I got there."
"How long?" Dean asked.
Sam was quiet, looking at his feet.
"How long?" Dean repeated.
"A year," Sam replied.
"A year?" Dean shouted. "You made me believe you were in hell this whole time? Why didn't you come right away? You knew where I would be. You knew I would come live with Hermione. It's not like you had to track me down or anything."
"I know, I didn't want to come and impose on your life. I told you before being possessed by Lucifer that I wanted you to go to Hermione and live a normal life. And I didn't want to come and interrupt that. You deserved after everything to have the most normal life ever," Sam explained.
"So what brings you here now?"
Sam sighed. "I really hate to do this to you, but I need you to come with me for a job,"
"I don't hunt anymore," Dean replied.
"I know, but I need you for this," Sam said. "One job, and then you can come back here and do whatever it is you do."
"I can't. I promised Hermione that I wouldn't hunt anymore. Ever. And I intend to keep that promise to her."
"All of a sudden she's against hunting? After everything she's done and helped with over the years, now she is anti-hunting? You're my brother. I need you with me, I can't do this alone anymore."
Dean ran his hand down his face, the porch light catching on something on his finger, Sam's jaw dropped open.
"What is that?" Sam asked.
Dean looked at him, puzzled. "What's what?"
"On your finger."
Dean looked down at his left hand, before raising it up so Sam could see. On his ring finger sat a platinum band. "It's my wedding ring."
"You're married," Sam stated. "How long?"
"Almost a year. We got married right away. We figured why wait. We'd been dating for five years, minus the time I was in hell. We love each other, and I was done hunting." Dean explained.
"Did you do the whole big wedding thing?"
Dean nodded with a smile. "We did. We flew over to England, and had this huge wedding. Like I keep forgetting how famous she is in the magical world. The wedding was kinda weird. It was a muggle wedding, but only magical people were there, except for me and her parents. And the wizards and witches really didn't understand what was going on, since I guess magical weddings are different somehow. We got married in the backyard of the Weasley family, you remember Ron, right? Her ex? It was his family."
"Wow, that doesn't sound like anything you would have picked out for yourself."
"It really wasn't, but I love her, and it's what she wanted. Plus I got to go to England and see where she grew up, which was amazing. Did you know she's banned from the wizarding bank for life? Or that there's a plaque with her name on it in some wizarding town?"
Sam sighed. "Congratulations, man, I wish I could have been there."
Dean felt his smile slip off his face. "Well, if you had come and found me instead of hiding away for a year, you could have. It's no one's fault but your own."
"So, you get married, and you're not allowed to hunt anymore?" Sam asked.
Dean sighed. "It's not like that. You make it sound like I'm whipped or something. It's a decision we came to together, and I promised her I would stick with it. It's not like I've given up completely. We both still have anti-possession tattoos, I have a couple big ass devils traps by each of our doors. I still have the arsenal in the Impala. I'm ready in case anything decides to come and take us out. I'm just not going on the road and seeking it out anymore."
"Can't you ask Hermione for permission to come on the hunt with me, just this once? It'll be a quick job, you'll be back within a week. She might actually be happy to get rid of you for a couple days."
"Now is not a great time for me to go anywhere, period. I can't just up and leave whenever I like. I have responsibilities here, man. You've got to understand that."
"Oh my god, Dean, you really are whipped. Just admit that you're worried your wife is going to hex you or leave you if you do something independent of her."
"It's not that, it's, just-"
The front door opened, and Hermione's head peeked out. "Dean, who was at the-Sam! Is that you?"
Sam turned and smiled when he saw Hermione. "Yeah, yeah, it's me."
"But I thought-"
"Yeah, me too, but here I am."
"Oh my god," Hermione exclaimed, her eyes welling up. "I just, I can't believe it!" she opened the door the rest of the way, and stepped out with her arms open, moving in for a hug.
Sam's eyes widened comically when she stepped out from behind the door. "You're pregnant!"
Hermione stopped and looked down at her protruding belly. "I am. Dean you didn't tell him?"
Dean moved over to stand by Hermione. "I was just about to when you interrupted. Sam, you're going to be an uncle."
Sam just stared at the couple, his eyes moving back and forth between the two and constantly returning to Hermione's belly. "Is this why you're not hunting anymore?" he finally said.
Dean nodded. "We found out we were expecting shortly after the wedding. Apparently he's our little honeymoon baby. After we found out we were having a baby, that's when we sat down and decided I wouldn't hunt anymore. The decision was made partly because the job put my life in danger, and that wouldn't be fair to the baby to lose his dad because he was being idiotic. And it was partly because Hermione worries about me too much when I'm gone, and that puts stress on her, and even though Cas healed her seizures, I'm still worried something will happen and retrigger them. So I retired, and became a mechanic."
"Are you upset about all of this?" Hermione asked. "I know it's a lot to take in, but you have to understand that we thought you weren't coming back. Dean told me you wanted him to start a normal life, and that's what we did."
Sam shook his head and turned away. There was so much information for him to take in and process in such a short amount of time. In his mind a year wasn't all that long. He didn't think Dean could change his life so much so quickly. But here he was, standing with his brother and his wife, it was crazy to even think that word, especially after their experience together the summer after Dean went to hell, and he was going to be an uncle. He didn't even know how to process everything. So he started with the easiest one.
He turned back to face the couple. "He?" he asked.
Hermione broke into a wide smile, bringing her hands to touch her belly. "Yes, a he. We're going to name him Sam."
Sam smiled. "I'm happy for you both, really I am. I'm sorry I didn't express that right away, this is just a lot of information for me to take in all at once."
Dean shook his head. "Don't worry about it, man. It's cool. Do you...do you want to come in and have a bite? We were just getting ready to sit down for dinner. Hermione makes a mean lasagna."
Sam shook his head. "Nah, I better get going actually. I've been hunting with a group, and they're going to wonder where I got off to. Rain check?"
Dean nodded. "Of course."
Hermione moved forward and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him close, or as close as her belly would allow. "Please don't be a stranger. We want you to be a part of our lives." She kissed him his cheek. "I'm so happy you're back."
Sam reveled in the soft hug and the gentle kiss, and closed his eyes to fight back tears. "Yeah, totally. I'll come back here as often as I can, I promise. I need to make sure little Sam has a respectable male role model to look up to. Just make sure he takes after you and not tweedle dumb over there."
Hermione laughed. "Of course, I'm not daft you know. You need to come to make sure he knows that men can read and do research too."
Dean scoffed. "Research is for the lame."
They all laughed. Sam stepped back from Hermione, and gave them both one last smile.
"I guess I'll be seeing you around."
"Take care, Sammy," Dean said.
Sam nodded, and turned to walk toward his car. Once he was behind the wheel, he turned and looked at his brother and his wife on the front porch of their house, and realized for the first time in his life, Dean looked happy. And he deserved to be happy after everything he'd been through and was forced to go through. And at that moment he decided he would leave them be, and not bring up hunting around them again. It wasn't fair to his nephew who would already be growing up with one foot in two worlds. There was no point in adding a third world. No, this Winchester would be one who grew up as normal as possible, in a stable home with a loving family, and Sam would make damn sure that that would happen.
So…that's it. That's the end of this fic! What'd you think? I do have a one shot planned as part of this universe. And then I have a couple other fics rolling around in my head about Dean and Hermione and the current storyline with the show. I'm also working on an original novel. Lots of writing coming from me this upcoming year, that is for sure. Please review, and let me know what you think, and if you're interested in any future fics from me, make sure you subscribe to me so you don't miss out!