Frontierland
Prologue
Sam crashed comfortably on the couch. He sighed, reveling in the fact that after so many years, he was still allowed a part of the 'Apple Pie life' as so Dean put it. Oh yes, after the whole 'Apocalypse nigh' episode, the Winchester brothers decided to finally settle down somewhere. With the world saved, and the risk of further mass monster encursions extremely unlikely, they decided that 'the family buisness' could finally be done with. As such, they had moved back to Kansas, got themselves houses and normal jobs, and completely melded back into society. Oh it was wonderful; Dean got a girlfriend, she brought wonderful lesbians with her, and Sam, Sammy got himself married.
Ruby fell onto the couch next to him. And in the end, they did manage to save her too. Although Dean was none too happy about his choice in partner, but he deals with it. Soon, the rest of the family joined them in the living room. Brigid and Josie took up the loveseat opposite the couch, and Dean fell into a big recliner and Courtney collapsed on top of him. The five little ones all took spots on the rug in the center of the room. They all rested for a little while when Sam checked the clock; it read nine thirty.
"Okay kiddos, time for bed." Sam called and all the kids made sad noises.
"NOO Daddy! We're not tired! We wanna play!" his daughter Mary cried, and her and her little brothers ganged up on him with puppy dog eyes. Brigid and Josie's little girls caught on quick, and Sam could just not resist they full force of five little Puppy dog eyes staring him down.
"How about you hear a nice story, and then go to bed? Sound good?" All the children agreed.
"Get ready for bed first. Put your pjs on and brush your teeth, then come back down for a story. Ten minutes later and Sam's three children were all back on the rug, pajamas and all, and the five little ones all anticipated the night's story.
"We wanna hear a story from Uncle Dean." Isabella piped up.
"Yeah, Yeah! Uncle Dean should tell the story!" they shouted. The sound of his name made Dean wake up from his daze.
"Hmm, What? Did I miss something?" he asked.
"They want to hear a story from you Dean." Sam told him. Met with the intense gazes of five small kids, he broke.
"Okay, fine." Dean slid into a more comfortable position in the chair.
"Gather 'round munchkins. I'll tell you a story of the Wild West. With cowboys, and horses, and authenticity!" the children all looked on in rapt attention. Sam looked terrified at his idea of 'authenticity'.
"Okay. So it all starts in this little town called Chesterville…"