Dean stacked his papers onto his desk. He liked this cover story. Being a teacher. At first, he'd thought it would be a bore, that it would be too much trouble, but today, on this particular day, he was happy.

It had been a few months since Dean had become a teacher at Fustel High (pronounced Foostel), and he was enjoying it. He and Sam had already solved their case, but neither men wanted to leave the small town. They both had steady jobs, they had found a small flat with two separate rooms (a first). Dean couldn't remember the last time he'd had a room to himself other than at the bunker. But then again, the bunker didn't feel much like home. Sure, it was safe, with a lot of equipment, but it was cold. Bland. It felt like they were only passers-by and Dean was tired of moving around all the time. Dean wanted to settle down, and this small town called Assy, suited him just fine.

As he prepared for his next class, he heard a knock on the door.

"Come on in," he said, expecting probably a student in need of a talk or a teacher in need of some chalk. However, a young woman, with something that seemed off to her, opened the door. "How can I help you?" said Dean, standing up.

"I'm looking for a certain Dean Winchester," said the woman, "and I was told to look here."

"That's me," smiled Dean.

"I'm Melya Aispel," she said, holding out her hand. As Dean shook it, he felt a strange feeling build up in his wrist. Thinking he may have only twisted it wrong, he brushed it away.

"Ah, yeah. My assistant. Of course, have a seat," he said, gesturing to the chairs set facing his desk. Melya sat down, smiling.

"Nice to meet you, Dean. I'm looking forward to working with you."

Later that evening, as Dean came home to his brother, he slumped down into his chair with a content sigh. Sam, who had been studying for his law school, looked up. "What is it?" he asked with a gentle smile.

"I'm happy, Sam, for the first time in so long. It's got to be this place."

Sam didn't answer; he knew there was more.

"Let's call it home."

Sam couldn't agree more.