Denver 1985

Spike had changed so much in the last 4 years, he was almost unrecognizable. For

one thing, he had taken back his real name, William. He had stopped bleaching his hair,

and now wore it pulled back in a ponytail. He had stopped wearing all black, and now

just wore a leather jacket with t-shirts and jeans. He loved being a father, and could not

imagine his life without Mikey, who he loved even more than he had Dru. He squashed

those thoughts immediately-thinking of Dru still hurt too much, even after 9 years. He'd

rather think of pleasant things, like Mikey. Speaking of which- "daddy! Daddy! Come on,

get up! Get up, get up, get up! You promised." He could feel the tiny hands shaking his

arm, but laid perfectly still until Mikey climbed in bed with him, then he sprang up and

pounced in full vampire face. Grabbing the boy, he started tickling him mercilessly.

Mikey was giggling hysterically, and it wasn't until the little boy started gasping for air

that Will stopped his attack. "All right Mikey, you ready to go to the park?"

"Yay! Let's go, let's go! At 5 years old, Mikey was a very energetic kid, but had fully

adjusted to a vampire's lifestyle. He was nocturnal, and loved the constant traveling and

self defense lessons Will had recently started teaching him. By the time they got to the

park, it was 10:30, so naturally, there were no other kids there. That was Will's one

regret- that Mikey couldn't play with any kids his own age. As if somebody had been

listening, there was a sudden scream from the other side of the park; it sounded like a

terrified child. Grabbing Mikey, Will sprinted toward the sound. He found 3 vampires

trying to get to two little boys locked in a car- it looked like a 67 impala. Another man lay

on the ground, not moving. Pulling out a stake, Will quickly took care of the relatively

young, stupid vampires. The boys in the car looked about 2 and 6 years old, and were

watching him cautiously. Will checked on the man on the grass, who he assumed was the

boys' father. He couldn't hear a heartbeat, and there was no pulse. Mikey crawled out

from where he had hidden under the car. "Is he dead, daddy?" he asked solemnly.

"Is he dead?" another voice echoed. Will turned, and saw that the two boys had come out

of the car, but the older boy was standing between Will and the 2 year old. Just in case,

Will guessed, not offended at all. Opting for blunt honesty, Will replied "yes. He is. I'm

sorry." The boy's face crumbled, but he wouldn't cry in front of his brother. Trying to

help, Mikey spoke up "Hi. I'm Mikey, and that's my daddy. His name's Will. What're

your names?"

"I'm Dean, and that's Sam. I'm the only one allowed to call him Sammy."

"Ok. Sorry about your daddy." Then he turned to his own and asked-rather randomly, in

Will's opinion-"daddy, can they come with us? They need a new daddy, and I want

brothers." Shouldn't you ask them first? They might not want a new daddy." Will said

pointedly. "Oh. Do you want to be my brothers? We'll have lots of fun, I promise, and

daddy's a really good daddy." Dean looked at his dad's body. What would he think? He

would want them to have a family and be happy, right? "Ok, but I don't want to leave

daddy here."

"Not a problem. I'll bury him right under that tree over there, and then you can have as

long as you want to say goodbye, ok?" Will got John Winchester buried quickly, and

Dean sat under the tree for several hours, saying goodbye to his daddy and his old life.

Then, just before sunrise, he got up, took Will's hand, and walked away with his new

family.