Angel: book series i made that i think would be awesome if supernatural ended. It has the classic for most of it. What if Sam left for normal life and Dean went on hunting trip. Castiel's whereabouts is unknown.

A tall, muscle man in his early 40's was working on his '65 mustang car in the garage. His hair was long and pulls back into a pony tail (without the pony tail his hair reached bottom of his shoulder blades). He had slight beard. It was prickles on his face. He scratched his check with his only clean fingertip. Sam, the man's name, wiped his greasy, black ridden, oily hands on a dirty cloth.

"Dad?" A boy voice's said from behind. Sam looks with his hazel eyes at the boy. The boy was normal for his height, fairly muscle for his age, had dark brown hair and brown eyes. Without the brown eyes, he would almost look like Sam did as a child. The boy's hair was shaggy and slightly long, flicking out away from his jawline. The boy was very mature for his age, Sam and his mum gave him chores and tons to do around the house. Sam, wearing dirty plaid shirt, turns to his son. The boy was holding a soccer ball in his hands. Sam threw the cloth on the hood of the car.

"You want to kick ball around a bit?" The 7 year old boy held up a soccer ball.

The father chuckle and had his white teeth showing. He placed his hand on his son's shoulder. He looked down to his son, looking straight into his eyes. "Did your mother send you here?" Sam asked with smirk.

The boy nodded. Sam looked over his son's shoulder to see a woman, with an 8 month bump on her belly, looking through the kitchen window. "Alright, come on John. What do you want to really want to do?" Sam turned back to the car.

"Can you teach me this?" John dropped the ball at the door way and walked over to his dad.

"I could just help you with your homework…that I know for a fact is due tomorrow." Sam sticks his head under the hood and worked on the changing oil. Sam had to change the oil because it became lumpy and dangerous to keep in the classic car. Sam still had bit to get out.

John rolled his eyes with attitude sigh. It sucked having a dad that worked at your school. He was lucky that he wasn't actually his teacher.

"I got it under control. Can't you just bond with me over something cool?" John sighs, laid his armed on the bumper and rested his head on it. "Please dad." John widen his eyes cute like til they almost popped out.

"Ok fine. I learnt everything I know, from the best." Sam lifted his head turning to his son. John jolted up with grin of joy. He looked into the car as his father told what each part was used for. He nodded with every word. Asking questions every once in a while. He was C student but he could be an A. But who wants to be with smart kid.

John got his brain from his father and his looks from both of his parents, so his parents agreed on, and his kindness form his mother….at least that what his mum said. The mother said 'teachers were spawns from hell' but Sam didn't take kindly to her jokes about hell. John was never really told anything about Sam's family. Every time he asked Sam would say 'it was boring and normal family'. He went on a road trip with his brother to clear his head and met John's mum. Whenever John asked who Sam's brother was, Sam would look for a long time at object in front of him and responded 'He was my brother. He couldn't really connect to real world. When I could. I stayed but he left.' 7 year old John still didn't know what his father meant.

After dinner Sam sat down with his son and they went over John's math homework. "This is hell to human beings!" John groaned and smacked his face onto the table.

"Trust me, John. You haven't see hell. The question isn't that hard. See you have to carry the one from part A. Then times it by this many you found in part D." Sam pointed at the question but John's face showed pure horror.

"THERE'S A ONE TO CARRY!" John moaned at his defeat to the math's homework. Sam's wife stepped out of the kitchen drying a dish with a damp tea towel.

"Sam, you should go easy on the kid. Epically, when the daddy said, that his boy could do better than the rest of the kids his age. And got him bumped up a few grades up." His wife gave little smile. She put the dish in the dry area to be put away. She waddled a little closer holding onto her belly. " Come on, Math is hard. How about ice cream break and you can pick it up tomorrow?" She suggested, with a grin and jerked her eyebrows. John was more than happy to throw his homework out of the way and help his mum with the ice cream selections.

Sam met his wife at a coffee shop. Sam had ordered a while ago and read paper as he waited. When his order was shouted out, Sam careless walked over and reached for it. He grabbed some one's hand at the same time. He looked up from the newspaper, which wrote about a strange killings.

"Oh sorry." The woman said in a sweet voice.

"Oh…" Sam looked on the coffee lid to see curly word 'Linda'. "No it's my fault, Linda. I'm sorry," Sam let go of the coffee cup before Linda could. Linda raised one of her dark chocolate eye brows. Her brown eyes also showed confession. Before she could ask him how he knew her name. Sam laughed little and tapped the lid. Her cheeks turned red in embarrassment.

"You know my name. It's only polite that you tell me your's. Mr…?" Linda creak her lips into a side smile. With her free hand she twirled her straight dark brown hair out of her way.

"Moss. Sam Moss." Sam answers and put his hand out. Even though he lied about his last name. His real last name was Winchester, but there was reason why Sam didn't tell her his name. The name Winchester was a curse. It was better if he made up a name. Plus 'Sam Moss' was on his fake driver licence. Linda took the hand to shake.

"Coleman. Miss Linda Moss." Linda eyes widen when she knew what she just said. Sam did a little laugh with huge smile. "Coleman. Linda Coleman." Linda looked away her cheeks were red and Sam just smiled at her. A well time order broke Linda's awkward moment with Sam. Sam took his coffee that was handed to him.

"Come on Sammy!" A man with bone legs called out to him. The man walked out the door and spiked his short dirty-blonde hair.

"I guess I will see you around Linda."

Sam began to walk away as Linda muttered; "I hope so."

"Who was the girl?" The man asked as he flicked out his collar.

"Linda Coleman." Sam answers and slipped on his coffee.

"Did you get her number?" Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's remark.

Later, Sam bumped into Linda once more at the coffee shop. Sam had his laptop in his hands. They met at the entrance and walked in with her.

"Hey… Sam right?" Linda was the first to speak. Sam nodded and opened the door for her. "Thank you." she walked in.

Sam ordered his coffee and Linda handed the cashier the money; "make it two." Sam walked with Linda.

"You don't have to pay for me." Sam said about to reach into his pocket to hand her the money, he owed her.

"What is the point of having a pretty face, if you can't have people buy you things?" Linda teased Sam as she sat down, her back to the door.

"I'm guessing, you know how that works." Sam smiled at her and sat across from her. Sam looked around as he sat his laptop to the side. Linda came little closer to the table and held onto her coffee close to her chest.

"Who you looking for?" Linda asked with smile.

"I…uh, I was meant to meet someone here. There lose." Sam looked to Linda. Linda brushed her hair out of her face and looked away for a while. For a few hours Linda and Sam talked. They shared a lot of things in common and were enjoying each other's company. In fact, they both went to Stanford. It took Sam a few moment to figure out his phone was ringing. "Just a second." Sam told Linda when he saw it was his brother's ID.

"Hey Sammy, where are you?" His brother asked through the phone.

"I'm at the coffee shop."

"Ah, so I'm guessing that cute girl….uh… Lucy, is there? You're welcome"

"Linda…You planned this." Sam gave little smile to Linda, who smiled back.

"I know. I'm an awesome big brother. Sorry to break it up but, got us another job… in other state… in another town."

"How long til we leave?" Sam asked. Linda's face dropped and she looked sadly at her coffee cup.

"That really depends on you. See Sammy, I've seen the way you look at this girl. Enjoy it Sammy. If you want to tag along, met me at 12." The phone line cut off with that.

Sam turned back to Linda. "When do you have to go?" Linda rubbed her thumb gentle along the coffee cup.

"12." Sam said unhappy. Linda looked at her watch to see that it was 30 minutes away. Linda stood up from her chair and handed Sam a piece of paper. It had her number and address. Linda touched Sam's shoulder with kind smile.

"See you around, Moss. If you need place to crash. Stop by….or something." She left with that, walking slowly out the door. His eyes wondered with her gentle touch. Linda waved goodbye when she left the store. Sam spills some of his coffee as he was in deep thought. He only knew this girl for a day. How could it be so hard to choose between his big brother and a girl? Why is it so hard? Sam looked at the time to see he had 5 minutes to go to the hotel. Sam tapped the table for a moment before getting up. He looked at the piece of paper in his hands. Sam threw his empty coffee cup into the trash and walked out, gripping onto the paper in one hand and his laptop in other.

Sam walked up to a man sitting on the hood of a black impala. A classic car.

"Hey Sammy." The bother smiled. He bounced himself off the car and walked slightly over to his brother. "Got to say, didn't think you would show." The man said with bit of smile.

Sam sighed; "Yeah." The brother's face dropped when seeing Sam's. The brother's eyes looked at the piece of paper clenched into Sam's.

"Well, where is her house? I'll give you a lift." The brother got into the impala with Sam following behind, getting into the passage seat. Putting his laptop into the back seat, safely.

"No. It's ok. Just another girl." Sam said, not even believing his lie. What was with this girl? He only met her at coffee shop TWICE. But for some reason Sam was still upset about leaving.

"Sammy has got puppy love. You should have normal…apple pie, picket fence life. If it doesn't work out with this chick then… we can go back to our life. You should have this Sammy. I want you to get out, while you can. I want you have a life. " The big brother said, with Sam understanding. Sam didn't really want to go to Linda's house. Not all of his hook ups ended up with the girls dead and him in grief.

Dean drove up at the address that Linda gave Sam. He put down the hand break, putting the car in park. Sam looked at the big door of the house. Linda walked past the window in her PJ's.

"Ok Sammy… stays in touch." The brother said seeing Sam had zoned out.

"What are you going to do?" Sam turned to his brother.

"Oh, going on jobs." He smiled. Sam smiled back. He got out of the impala and looked back at his brother, with sadness in his eyes. All his belongs in his hands. Sam turned back at Linda's door steps.

"You'll be fine without me." Sam smile and turned back to knock on the door.

The big brother turned on the impala and answered to himself; "no. I won't." Dean drove off. Sam was greeted by Linda, who was embarrassed to be seen in her PJ's. Sam explained that he had nowhere to stay and Linda was more than happy to let him stay. They only met that day and they were moving so fast. Sam was okay with this, because he could saviour every minute before it left him.

Looking back on that day that happened 10 years ago, Sam smiled. John had chocolate ice cream and Linda had villain, while Sam just went with an apple.

"Seriously, dad? Why do you have to eat fruit and vegetables? Have a bacon and cheese burger sometime." John said and stuffed in another spoonful of ice cream. Sam rolled his eyes and messed up John's hair. He had small sad smile. John had some aspects of Dean in him, which hurt Sam someday. They didn't stay in touch for ages.

Sam took huge bite from the apple. The juice sprayed the area in front of him. Sam stopped at Linda and look at her belly.

"How she doing?" Sam rubbed her belly.

"She is doing fine. Wants attention and a name though… wouldn't mind that packet of chips behind the chocolate chip cookies too." Linda grinned.

"What would you do without me?" Sam scoffed as he got his wife the chips she requested.

"Not be pregnant. Have 20 cats." Linda poked out her tongue when she took the chips. Sam kissed his wife on her lips passionately.

"Mum, dad….I'm right here. Right here." John said, walking to the sink to dump empty his bowl. Sam laughed and placed his hand on the belly of his wife.

"What do you want to call our little girl?" Linda asked once more.

"….Mary." Sam responded with little smile. Linda didn't know much about his family but only knew Sam's father and mother died and their names. His brother never calling and Sam wouldn't speak of him or what his brother's job was.

John was named after Sam's dad and his little daughter would be named after his mother.

Linda nodded in an agreement. John sat down at the coach and clicked on the TV.

"Whoa, what are you doing, kiddo." Sam rested the palm of his hands on the back of the coach. "Chores before TV." Sam said to him. John sighed annoyed and flopped his head back to look up at his dad.

"Can't we say I did it?" John asked with a begging grinned and puppy dog eyes, that he got from his dad.

Sam rolled his eyes and pulled away from the coach; "You said you would clean the basement for two months now."

John got up grumpy; "it's 8, at night." John pointed to the pitch black darkness outside. Sam smiled and slapped his son's back.

"That is why I will help you. Come on, it will be fun… kind of." Sam led his son down the stairs.

"Mum, please. Get me out of this." John begged, almost stopping in mid walk to get on his knees and beg.

"Sorry, John. I'm going to bed. Not feeling like myself."

"Call if you need anything. In case the baby arrives early or something." Sam shouted to her.

"Don't even joke about that." Linda went to her bed room. Sam and John went down the basement.

Outside in the darkness had only having the street lights to light its path. They all began to flicker and suddenly a tall slender man appeared, wearing a suit. He looked at Linda and Sam's house. Their house from outside look peaceful. It did in fact, have a white picket fence with beautiful rose garden. His blue eyes flashed to darkness black.

"Sammy Winchester." He whispered into the night.