Remember Me: Sequel to Happily Never After (ONESHOT)

*Sequel to Happily Never After* Five years after the fight & Sam is a single dad raising Jane and Emma. Sam's struggling to find closure from Tasha's death, but now there's someone new. Will Stephanie be able to help Sam or will he push her away?

-Six Years Ago-

"I love you, Sam." Tasha whispered to her husband as she lay on the cold wooden floor. Dean and Bobby, both bruised and bleeding, watched helplessly as Sam began to cry over his dying wife.

"The ambulance is on its way, all you have to do is continue to look at me. Stay with me, Tash." Sam pleaded with her, but Tasha's eyes were slowly closing. Sam picked up her up and cradled her in his arms. He looked down at the gaping hole in her side. He was trying to hold her together with his jacket, but there was just way too much blood for that to happen.

"Sam…please…" Tasha murmured softly. She was physically drained. She was trying, with all her might, to stay awake, but she couldn't fight it, no matter how hard she tried.

Tasha was a fighter, she needed to keep her eyes open, but her lids…they just felt so heavy all of a sudden. Tasha reached up and brushed Sam's cheek. She wiped away the tears from his eyes as her mind wandered through the last four years of her wonderful life. She married the man of her dreams and had the two daughters she'd always dreamed of having…and they were beautiful. The twins had even managed to call her "mommy" about a month ago. She'd been a mom for a good year…it was amazing. Tasha finally gave way to her heavy eye lids and let them close, but Sam shook her back.

"Don't you dare close your eyes, Natasha. You can't leave me. Think about Jane and Emma. They need you. They need their mom." Sam pleaded. He didn't want this to be happening. "You're gonna be fine." Sam said. He was lying and Tasha knew it. There was too much blood. So. Much. Blood. Tasha smiled meekly at her husband's bravery. Her smile grew a tad wider as Sam bent down and kissed her gently. Soon enough, the ambulance charged through the door between Dean and Bobby. They rushed to Tasha and began to load her up on the gurney. Sam grabbed Tasha's hand and squeezed. He walked by her side and got into the ambulance with her. Sam watched as the EMT's hooked his wife up to the machines. Sam hoped Tasha would make it. He needed her to make it. She was the love of his life. She was supposed to make it. She didn't.

-Present-

Sam slowly opened his eyes to wake up from his annual nightmare. Today was the day. Today was the day that Tasha was taken from him. Today was the day that half his heart was ripped out from his chest. He could still hear the sirens screaming in his ears. Sam's morning alarm interrupted his depressing train of thought. He got himself out of bed and put on a pair of socks. He slipped on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He looked over his shoulder to the opposite side of his bed and let out a heavy sigh.

Sam trudged around the corner to a second bedroom. The white door was decorated with purple and green butterflies and flowers. Small paintings and colorful doodles were taped all over the door. Sam smiled and slowly opened the door. He tip toed inside and saw the two beds were empty. Sam sighed and turned his attention to the makeshift fort in the center of the room. A smile spread across his face as he listened to the whispers and the giggles that escaped out from the gaps in the fort.

"Jane? Emma?" Sam whispered into the fort. The twins giggled and kissed their dad's cheeks.

"What're we gonna do today, daddy?" Jane questioned him.

"Are we gonna go visit mommy?" Emma asked him. Sam nodded. The girls smiled. "You okay, daddy?"

"I'm fine, honey. Let's just get you two dressed and fed." Sam said with a small smile. The girls followed him out of the fort and into the air of the room. Sam got them their towels and washcloths from the hallway linen closet and handed it to them.

"I call the bath tub first!" Jane exclaimed as she ran towards the bathroom.

"No fair! You got it first last time!" Emma whined running after her big sister. Sam laughed to himself as the front door doorbell rang. He walked down the stairs to the door and looked through the peep hole. He opened the door to see Dean and Bobby with Damon and Nathan who was now eleven. Sam ushered them inside. No one said a word as they all scattered over the living room and dining room. They knew what today was. The air was stiff and stuffy as they all tried to figure out what to say.

"Where are the little tikes?" Dean asked trying to break the painful awkward silence.

"They're getting dressed." Sam answered.

"You're letting two six year olds dress themselves?" Nathan asked his uncle.

"Is that a bad thing?" Sam asked. He was horrible at controlling two very different twin girls.

"What kind of outfits do you think they'll put on?" Nathan asked. Sam laughed to himself and went back upstairs to check on the girls.

Sam walked through the door of their bedroom and saw dresses strewn across the floor. Emma was sitting on the bed in her light blue dress and small white purse and white buckle shoes. Jane, on the other hand, was sorting through her armoire searching for a shirt.

"Jane, what are you looking for?" Sam asked sitting next to Emma on the bed.

"Mommy gave me a shirt when I was littleler. I wanted to wear it today." She exclaimed furiously. She continued to sort through her rack of clothes. Emma shook her head in shame.

"I told her it wasn't in there, daddy." Emma said looking up at her dad.

"Found it!" She yelled. She swung the shirt around in her hands in triumph. She stuck her tongue out at Emma. She grabbed her small backpack and stuffed the shirt in there.

"You're not going to wear it?" Sam questioned.

"I wanna give it to mommy." Jane answered simply. Sam smiled as Jane hustled to get dressed. The shirt that Jane had put in the backpack was one of her baby shirts. It was green with a small turtle on the front. Sam remembered when Tasha bought that. She was all too excited being her favorite animal in the entire world was a turtle.

"That's a good idea." Sam responded. He helped Emma off the bed and helped Jane with her bag. "Uncle Dean and Uncle Damon are downstairs." He announced. Jane and Emma's smiles brightened and they ran down the stairs to the living room. The girls bombarded Nathan with hugs. He scoffed at his baby cousins and went back to listening to his music. The twins brushed it off and hugged Bobby and their two uncles.

"So where do you two want to go first?" Dean asked as he, Bobby and the girls piled into the Impala.

"I wanna eat something." Jane piped up.

"I agree." Emma added.

"We usually get waffles!" Jane said smiling to her sister. Emma squealed.

"I want chocolate chip this time!" Jane exclaimed. The twins laughed and began to think up a full on brunch in their heads. Dean smiled to himself. Bobby laughed as the girls continued to come up with crazy suggestions for breakfast.

Nathan was still plugged into his music player as he, Sam, and Damon followed in the car behind the Impala. He sat in the back with the music blasting from his headphones. Damon and Sam hadn't said a word to each other.

"So how's work been?" Sam asked his brother in law form the passenger seat. Damon sighed.

"It's been good. Running a restaurant is not as fun as it sounds." He answered sarcastically. Sam shut his mouth and decided not to say anything else.

Ever since Tasha's death five years ago, Damon had let Sam go as family. Damon blamed him, Bobby, and Dean for his baby sister's death and his parents'. Damon thought Sam and his family should have done more to protect Tasha. He thought what Sam did just wasn't good enough. The only reason Damon stuck around was for the sake of Jane and Emma. Sam, Bobby, and Dean had told Damon the truth. The real truth. He took it all in well at first, but when they told him the rest of his family was dead because of that lifestyle, his feelings towards them changed completely.

-An Hour and a half later-

Emma and Jane were filled up with their chocolate chip waffles and hot chocolate. Damon and Nathan had blueberry pancakes. Bobby and Sam ate eggs and bacon, while Dean had half the menu as he usually does. Sam paid the bill and they piled back into the car, this time Sam rode with Bobby, Dean and the twins.

"So how awkward was your car ride?" Dean joked with Sam as they got into the Impala.

"Just perfect." Sam replied with a hint of coldness. Dean laughed. Before Sam could get in the back with his daughters Dean pulled him aside.

"You'd tell me if something was wrong, wouldn't you?" Dean asked him.

"Am I getting a talk about feelings from you right now?" Sam asked Dean right back. He was genuinely surprised.

"I'm just making sure. Can you handle this?" Dean questioned.

"What I can't handle is Damon." Sam retorted with a scoff. Dean nodded in understanding. He gave his brother a hefty pat on the back and they got into the car and drove to the cemetery.

Sam held Jane and Emma's hands in his as they walked towards a headstone in the middle of the third row. Natasha Dorothy Winchester, Beloved Wife, Mother, and Sister, was the headstone read.

"Go ahead and put down your shirt." Sam said to Jane. She smiled as she placed the shirt on the grass in front of the headstone. Emma put down five roses on top of the turtle shirt to symbolize the number of years she'd been gone. Dean, Bobby, Nathan, and Damon stood silently behind Sam and the twins as they stared down at the headstone.

"Do you two want to say anything?" Sam asked Jane and Emma. Jane looked up at her dad a nodded. She looked back at her uncle and he nodded forward with a hint of a smile. Jane sighed and stepped forward and knelt down with her sister in front of the stone.

"You died a long time ago, mommy. I was real little. Me and Em miss you a lot." Jane started. She looked back at Sam. All he could do was smile. "Daddy misses you too. He talks about you at dinner time." Jane said with a toothy grin.

"Daddy says we look like you." Emma began. "We have hair like yours and we braid it a lot so it's curly like yours was. Me and Jane drew you a picture." Emma whispered. She took a piece of paper out of her little purse and put it in the holder with the roses.

"We love you, mommy." The twins said in unison. They took each other's hands and stood back up next to Sam. He kissed their foreheads with tears in his eyes. Nathan led them back to the cars while Dean, Bobby, Damon, and Sam stayed behind.

"That was cute." Bobby said stepping up next to Sam. Sam and Dean managed a laugh. Damon sighed and walked back to his son and nieces.

"Well he's being a wuss about this." Dean commented curtly. Bobby scoffed.

"Can you blame him?" Bobby questioned aloud.

"Would she?" Dean argued motioning towards Tasha's headstone. Sam exhaled slowly and brushed his hair back from his face.

"She'd hate him for it." Sam answered in all honesty.

"You did all you could, son. We knew it might end this way." Bobby said giving Sam a nudge in the arm.

"That doesn't make this any easier…but thanks…" Sam said finally. Bobby and Dean nodded to each other and decided Sam needed some time alone and walked back to the other at the cars. Sam stared at Tasha's framed picture on the grass. It was the picture that stood on the window sill in their bedroom five years ago. It was the one of them with the twins in the hospital when they were born. It was the first picture they'd ever taken as a family. Sam picked up the picture and rubbed his thumb over Tasha's face. He could feel a familiar warmth take over his entire body. He propped the picture back up against the stone and knelt down on the ground.

"You should be at home, you know…" Sam began looking down at the ground. He took hold of a patch of grass and squeezed it until his nails dug into his palm. "It's doesn't seem fair that you're not here. Jane and Emma look just like you. Jane is just as stubborn as you were. You knew she would be. You knew those girls before they could talk." Sam said with a light chuckle. "They didn't even get the chance to know you…but they miss you anyway… and I miss you too, Tash…" Sam said trailing off. He looked up to the bright blue sky and smiled. He reminisced back to the color of Tasha's eyes. His smile grew wider. He got up from the ground and looked down back at the picture. He'd never find anyone like her. He refused to even try.