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Last Chapter! Thank you to everyone that has taken time to read this little fic, and to Hannah too. Enjoy!


So, that was it. We bought small house, decorated it and made it almost homely. We stowed Sam's things that had been left in the motel, into a small cupboard under the stairs. Dean got a job as a mechanic; I got a job in the local library. We were living Sam's normalness for him. Everyday, Dean would come back oily and tousled, but he'd cook us something to eat, and then we would eat together and go up to bed. It was repetitive, nearly each day identical, but it was our lives now, we chose to live like that. Every half a year, we would drive back to Lake Santo and dangle our feet into the water by the jetty, just talking to Sam. About our lives, about how big a hole he'd left. Dean would cry, and I pat him and kiss him gently. On Sam's birthday, we scattered the leaves of a cheap, gas station salad pot. I enjoyed the silence, often bringing a book. It as we sat there, on visit, Dean turned to me and said 'Would you… uh… do you think adopting would be a good idea?'

"I… really?"

"Yeah. Some cute little kid, we'll bring him up proper, yeah?"

I tilted my head at him.

"I suppose…"

"Good! You'll see, Cas, we'll have our own little babe to cuddle and care for. Get away from the hunting crap, be your average, black and white couple." I agreed. That was how one day, Dean returned from work one day, with a small, chubby child wrapped in a blue blanket in his arms "Say hello to Samuel Winchester Jr!" he grinned. I took the child from him; this was going to be my son.

"Mmmm, ugh… ah, ah, Dada?" it gurgled. I smiled slightly and rubbed my finger along his cheek.

"Yes. I am your Dada," I said. The words were warm and happy on my tounge. "Dada," I repeated. Samuel smiled at me, and I grinned back, planting a kiss on his soft little forehead. "Dada…"

Samuel grew into an excitable toddler. I was patient with him, no one could be angry with a hyperactive little child. We decided to bring him to Sam's lake, so he could see his namesake and uncle. As we pulled in, Samuel shot out of the car and straight onto the end of the jetty. Dean ran after him, grabbing him as he teetered over the end.

"Hey, Samuel, calm down! I don't wanna lose you too…" he trailed off as Samuel stared at the centre of the lake.

"Uncle Sam?" he asked. We both nodded.

"Yeah. You see those bubbles? He's happy to see you!" explained Dean. "Your uncle's saying hello." Samuel toddled forward and shouted, "Hello Uncle Sam!" his small hands cupped around his little mouth. The lake bubbled again. We spent the day there, and it was only when the orange sun set late that evening, turning to the lake to a deep amber colour, did I realise what the time was. I looked down to the sleeping Dean leaning on my shoulder and the snuffling Samuel curled up on my lap and smiled. True happiness filled my heart and I rested my head on Dean's, deciding that my existence really was, rather enjoyable.