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Comfort wasn't a feeling Dean was used to when he woke up. He was used to a hard mattress and a pillow that made his neck sore. But for the first time in a while he woke up feeling like he was home. The thought startled him, especially when he woke up to an unfamiliar place. There was no way that what he saw was part of some motel room he and Sam had found. Then he remembered that weird guy and seeing what was the supposed future and ending up here with-

He blinked as he looked to his left on the couch. His new wife, and yes that was still hard to believe, wasn't next to him. That was something he wasn't used to either, he was pretty much the one who was up first, but he had known that this woman wasn't like the ones he found in bars the moment he saw her. She was definitely going to kick his ass, and that brought a grin to his face.

He gently took the throw that had been placed on him, by her no doubt and stood up, surveying the room again. It was definitely the family room, pictures of all the kids adorned the walls, and crates of toys were against one wall by the windows and a huge entertainment center stood in front of the couch on the other wall. He went up to one of the pictures and did a double take; sure enough it was a picture of him, along with his three new children and wife. They were all smiling for the camera, on a beach, it was a black and white and it looked professionally done. But he noticed that they looked happy, and that they looked like they loved each other and that this was real.

But it wasn't. Which is what he tried to tell himself but as soon as he tried to convince himself that he didn't even remember the picture being taken he was sucked into a memory.

Aidan and himself had worn jeans, with white shirts, because they couldn't find any pants that didn't remind them of the Jeanie from Aladdin. The girls had worn white sundresses. Sarah, or Buffy, had made such a big deal about it because they were in Bermuda, and she wanted to take advantage of the gorgeous beaches and take a family picture. Even though he and Aidan joked about it, they understood and wanted the picture to. The photographer had reminded him of the wedding planner guy from i Father of the Bride /i , they had been watching it the previous night, and he pointed it out to his family. They all started laughing and in that moment the man took the picture. It turned out great, really great.

He shook his head for a second trying to erase it, but he knew he couldn't. This was all part of this new normal package. Memories and everything. He didn't try to remember anything else, for fear that taking to much to quickly would do something to his own actually memories. He did a quick count in his head of everything about himself, pushing away any new info.

"Bermuda, last year, I love that picture." A voice said behind him.

He turned and saw Buffy standing there, smiling at him.

"Yeah, I, um, remember."

"Don't you love that?" She commented sarcastically with a raise of her eyebrows.

"Yeah, its great. Do your old-."

She cut him off. "No, never. They wouldn't dare."

He nodded and looked around.

"Where are the kids?" He asked.

"Izzy's at Jackie's. Aidan's sleeping and Ceil is watching i My Little Vampire /i , again. I really think I should buy her that movie." Buffy told him.

He nodded, not knowing what to say.

She gestured to the kitchen. "Are you hungry? I make great pancakes."

His stomach growled in reply and she smirked. "Is that a yes?"

He nodded. "I guess so."

She led him into the kitchen and gestured toward a chair. "Sit, Mr. Daughtry."

He sat and watched as she went to the fridge and pulled out all the necessary ingredients and sat them on the counter. Then she went over to the island and grabbed a bowl.

"So…" He started but trailed off because all his good conversation starters were some kind of lie, he never really talked to a woman before, sure there was Cassie but that was different, this was his wife.

"So? What? Any questions? Comments? Do you remember anything else?"

Dean scratched his head, which he probably realized looked hysterical, he was never good with bed head, and shrugged. "I don't really want to know, this is all so…"

"New, weird, messed up? Yeah, I get it. Waking up one day and being able to recall what birth feels like is not that normal." Buffy told him and started stirring around the egg, milk and pancake mix.

He raised his eyebrows. "I can imagine."

"Yeah, well you were there." She smirked and turned away to pour the batter on the griddle.

His eyebrows furrowed at the thought and then, just like before he remembered each and every one of his children's births. Sympathy along with a new understanding set in for his own father.

"Uh huh. I remember." He answered her and she turned toward him.

"Funny shapes or circles?" She asked.

"Ummm." He started to say but then she saw that her gaze was toward the doorway.

"Funny shapes!" Celia said. The little girl was dressed in pajamas and slippers and she hugged her teddy.

"Okay baby." Buffy replied and grabbed the bowl to pour more on the griddle.

"Mornin' Daddy." Celia said and walked over to him and stood there. She smiled and then pushed off him so she could reach his cheek to give him a kiss.

"Morning Celia." He said with a smile.

The little girl went to the chair next to him and sat down. "What are we doing today Mommy?" She asked as Buffy came over with two plates and placed them in front of Dean and Celia.

"I don't know yet, sweetie, why?"

"I was just wondering."

"Okay, you were just wondering." Buffy went over to the griddle and poured the rest on.

Then she went over to a cabinet and pulled out syrup and placed it on the table and then went to the fridge and got the butter.

"What do you want to drink Ceil?" She asked.

"Orange Juice." The little girl said as she grabbed the syrup and poured it on the pancakes.

Buffy put the butter on the table and grabbed the orange juice from the fridge and poured some in a cup for Celia. "How about you?" She asked Dean as she went back to the table.

"I'll have some orange juice too, thank you."

"Welcome." Buffy said with a smile and poured him a glass. Then she went over to the griddle and took off the rest of the pancakes and set them on two separate plates.

She wiped her hands on a towel by the sink before walking out toward the hall. She got to

the stairs and yelled up them. "Aidan! Breakfast!"

She returned to the kitchen moments later and set the plate on the table next to Celia's chair. She then went over to the sink and rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher.

She turned around just in time to see her seventeen year old shuffling in. He yawned. "Morning."

"Morning Aidan." Celia said between mouthfuls.

"Hey squirt." Aidan replied and sat down next to him, digging in to the pancakes.

"These are good Mom." Aidan told Buffy as he wolfed down the pancakes.

"Yeah, Mommy, very good." Celia added.

Buffy came to the table and sat down with her own plate and poured some syrup on it before cutting apiece off and chewing on it thoughtfully. "Yeah, I did do a good job this time didn't I?"

Dean nodded. "You did."

If she was trying to hide the small blush that crept up on her cheeks Dean didn't notice and she tried to hide it by pouring herself a glass of orange juice and turning away.

A couple minutes later, Aidan and Celia left to clear the table Dean followed Buffy upstairs. She showed him Izzy's room, Celia's room and Aidan's room.

Then she showed him the master bedroom that was huge. The bed was a king and it looked extremely comfortable. There were huge windows that lit and warmed the room, and the decorating had warmth and style. Dean never knew that all the things he thought useless could bring such a home like feeling to a place and he liked it, he could actually see himself living here.

Buffy showed him the closet, which was huge and showed him his clothes. He looked through everything; he found jeans, t-shirts, other shirts, pants, tuxes, suit everything that he would wear but nothing that he wore before. There was a black leather jacket that was nice but definitely not his brown leather jacket. The next thing she showed him was the master bath, it was bigger than the two other bathrooms in the house. It had a shower and a tub and two sinks and a toilet. Buffy joked on how this was definitely a step up, along with everything else, from her old life. Dean had to agree.

When they returned downstairs they heard giggling and found Celia being tickled by Aidan. "Mommy, Daddy, save me!" She said between giggles.

Dean and Buffy looked at each other and through some kind of silent parental communication they both joined Aidan in tickling the little girl. After about ten minutes of tickling all four of them ended up on the couch catching their breath.

Celia rested her head on Dean and he looked down at her. She reminded him of Sammy when he was little, so innocent and small. He wanted her to stay that way, curious and her biggest hero was her Daddy and Mommy and her brother called her squirt and her sister read her bedtime stories. Maybe this was a gift to be able to have a family to raise children, and not have them live in the world he grew up in. But there was Sammy, and his father, why couldn't they be apart of this? The kids should know their geeky uncle and grandfather? He swallowed hard, why did he have to trade one family for another?

The little girl looked up at him with big blue eyes. "It's okay, Daddy." She told him and put a hand on his shoulder.

He tilted his head for a second and looked over to Buffy who was smiling at them.

"How about we all get dressed?" She suggested and Aidan picked Celia up and carried her up the stairs.

They went back upstairs and Buffy grabbed a shirt and pair of pants, slipped them on and headed to the bathroom. "Be right out," She called to him.

"Okay." He answered and looked through his clothes. He settled on a brown long sleeve shirt and a pair of jeans. It resembled what he used to wear and he was comfortable with that.

Buffy came out moments later. He couldn't help but stare at her for a second. She wore a cream colored shirt and jeans, it was so simple but it was so beautiful and he silently thanked the PTB.

She looked at him for a second and smiled. "You look good." She said breathlessly, and mentally smacked herself in the head for sounding sixteen,

"You too." Was his reply and a smile.

Before anything else could be said there was a knock on the door and Celia burst in.

They both looked toward the door to see the little girl standing there wearing a cute white shirt and a skirt, with pink boots.

"Did I do good, Mommy?" She asked jumping up on the bed.

"Yes, Sweetie." Buffy replied kissing her on the top of the head. "You did great."

She picked the little girl up and carried her to the door and let her go. "We'll be right out, honey,"

"'Kay."

Buffy turned back toward Dean. "Do you feel like going to dinner? We can go pick of Izzy, go to an early dinner and then maybe go shopping, get you some stuff that you like? I know I want to pick up a few things."

Dean nodded. "Yeah, good idea."

"Okay." She nodded. "Do you like Italian? There's this great place, right across from the mall."

Dean nodded. "Sounds good to me."

Aidan, dinner, Buffy pov they grow closer