Title: It Happens

Date: April 14th, 2008

Summary: Shit happens. There's nothing you can do about it but move on. Its not always right or wrong or even fair. But when you're a hunter it seems shit happens a lot more often.

Disclaimer: I own nothing MWAHAHAHAHA!! Actually I just don't own Supernatural, or anything you've ever seen anywhere but here.

"What's that?" Dean asked when Autumn closed down her computer the second he walked in the room. She shrugged reaching for him, Dean leaned in and kissed her settling himself onto the arm of her chair. "Aut, what are we hiding?" He asked prying her laptop from her hands and opening it, he'd expected to see that she was indulging in porn, or sneaking and reading her sister's e-mail or something devious. Instead he found three little girls leaned over three separate cakes blowing out candles. They were Autumn's girls, and from the looks of it she'd missed another birthday. He knew she hated missing all these little events in the girls' lives. Their birthdays, holidays, sick days, soon they'd have their first day of school and she'd miss that too.

"Kit sent me pics, their birthday was last week." She told him seeing the look on his face. She leaned her head over against his arm and gave a little sigh, "Something else I'll have to explain when I get back."

"You know we could have gone back for a few days. It would do all four of you good to see each other, and I could use a little getting to know you time with the rugrats." He reminded her this every so often. Everything in her life had easily shifted allowing him and his brother lots of room, everything but her family and that was the one thing she wanted to accept him. He knew when it had just been her and Teenie she'd take off back home whenever she felt like it, or whenever the kids called and wanted to see her. Now she put it off terrified of something he didn't understand.

"You'll get all the time in the world," she promised. "After we take care of the demon." She snatched back her computer and sat it aside so she could pull him into the chair over her lap. Whenever they got near a subject that was actually worth talking about one of them would start a make out session. Which had been great until it became obvious to him that she wasn't just another notch on his bedpost and these were things that would need talked out. So in an everso Sam display he pulled away from the liplock she attempted to start.

"The girls could be in college by then, why don't you want to go back?" He asked, tacking on "Billy-Jack isn't going to mess with you."

"I'm not worried about Billy-Jack," she told him. "Dean, haven't you ever noticed that where ever we go the supernatural follows?"

"We're following it." He pointed out. "Its our job."

"When was the last time we stopped off in a town that didn't suddenly have some convenient little problem?" Autumn challenged and he came up short, if it wasn't the town they were in it had at least made their papers. "Shit happen, and I can't have any more around those girls. The demon killing their mom was enough." He wanted to argue but knew her mind was set on this one, she was just going to keep putting off going back until she couldn't go back.

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"Hey Dean!" Autumn shouted over the sound of gun fire, cries of Latin, and anguished yells of demons being sent back to hell.

"What!?" He asked spinning around and implanting his boot in the chest of a demon coming at him. He dumped the last of his holy water on the creature's human face causing it to sizzle and growl but it no longer clawed at his leg. "SAMMY!" He called to get his brother to come start the exorcism.

"We make it out of this," she ducked a punch and landed one of her own to the demon's family jewels.

"What do you mean 'if', I believe you promised me a back rub tonight, honey." He teased. Nearly every hunter they knew had shown up for the show down, and the yellow eyed son of a bitch they wanted hadn't been seen since the start, even more worrying was that John was likely with the bastard. Dean turned in time to catch Autumn before she hit the ground and fired a couple of shots at the demon coming for her. She half smirked righting herself in his arm.

"Y've definitely earned at least that." She told him.

"AUTTY!" her head snapped in the direction of the agonizing voice in time to see Duck hit his knees, blood heavily spilling from his arm. She was at his side in seconds flat and hauled him back to his feet. She started to call for Dean but he already had the man's other side and they drug him off stowing the dying man in the backseat of the nearest car. Autumn's fingers worked quickly to tie off the wound in hopes of slowing the bleeding. "Kid," Duck grinned putting a hand to her face and she met his eyes tears starting in hers. "Give them hell." He commanded.

"Give 'em hell or give 'em death." Autumn swore. "Hang in there, Ducky." She told them, the sounds of the battle taking place were too hard to resist and she closed the car leaving her old master to lick his own wounds. A few paces off though she stopped. "Getting this out once we go back in won't be possible. We make it out of this alive, you're marrying me." She told him more than asked and he smirked.

"Is that so?" He grabbed her waist and drug her to him for a brief but sound kiss sealing the deal.

"That is so." She nodded when he released her.

"That's sick!" Will growled dropping a dead shell of a demon, it was too hard to call them humans anymore. "You two get hot and bothered with us out here dying."

"I'm just making sure I'm not going to live through this for nothing." She told the native with more zeal than she'd had since the fight broke out. "I'm getting hitched when its over." Will laughed shaking his head, only the two of them would get engaged on a battle field. Before the three of them could really do much else the windows of a cabin only a few yards off exploded fire leaping out of them after a person who'd hit the ground hard and rolled.

"Shit!" Will chocked.

"Bobby!" Autumn screamed. The three young hunters ran to the older man quickly checking to see if he was still alive, once they'd covered that Autumn was up and really ready to kill something.

"Help me," Will ordered a panic stricken Keller who managed to stumble by just then. Keller helped pick up Bobby and the two drug him away. "Dean, watch her!" he demanded nodding toward Autumn. She ignored them charging forward deeper into the battle that was constantly moving away from the cabins and into the woods where the demons had emerged then back again. She barely managed to dodge a bullet, literally. Dean caught her arm trying to keep her close to him, shielding her with his own body.

"Aut, you can't leave me right now." He told her. She gave him a look that spoke so much more than her words ever could. "Autumn!" He growled seeing her eyes dart into the heat of the battle.

"I'll be fine, and if not," she shrugged a little. "Shit happens."

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The kids and grandkids were gone. All the friends and family had finally cleared out of their house and Dean slipped back to her office. Even now, years after she'd managed to get anything published, he could find her in her office just across from the nursery which had housed their son, and grandchildren on many a night since he'd moved out. Framed drawings adorned the walls, her favorite gun hung over her chair, hanging from the back of the chair was one of his old worn out jackets that she'd wear while writing, the Bible and her hunting journal were both opened on the desk top. The wooden paneling gave the room a cabin-y feel and he knew what she'd been going for when she'd decorated. He closed the door behind himself and sat in her chair looking at the world as she had.

He had one comfort and that was it had been quick. Autumn had thought of everything long before hand. Her funeral had been arranged and paid for in advance. Her will was made out and kept up-to-date. She'd had all the ends tied up as if she'd always known the exact date she'd die. But that wasn't possible, he refused to believe what some of the hunters had whispered today behind his back. She hadn't made any deals, there was no reason for a demon to have cashed in on her soul last week. She was seventy-five after all, far older than most hunters ever dreamed of living, it was just her time to go, the fact that she was healthy as a 75 year old woman can hope to be had nothing to do with it. He pulled open the drawer and filtered through the contains not willing to go to bed just yet.

"What the-" he found a small tape recorder in the back of the drawer with an old yellow post-it on it reading "For My Dean". He sat it on the desk and stared at it for a long moment wondering what she could possibly have put on this little contraption. Finally curiosity got the best of him and he clicked play.

"Well, Dork, if you're listening to this than something went wrong somewhere. I really do hope it was on a hunt," she laughed. Her voice was so much younger and that she'd mentioned hunting meant this was before they'd been married, before adopting the girls or having their son. "I know you don't want that, that if its true you're sitting there wishing I were and old bag of dusty bones. But you realize that means my boobs would be sagging to the ground and my hair have gone grey. There won't be an inch of skin on me that isn't riddled with wrinkles. Sounds attractive doesn't it?

"God, I hate doing this. But when I am gone I want you to know that my last thoughts were of you. Of course my every thought is of you. I love you, Dean. We don't say that often enough, we never say it. Love isn't something you and I admit to. Its obvious we love our little brother and sister, our cars, and music. Hell anyone who as spent half a second with us would say its obvious we love each other, too. But we never say it because somehow we've gotten the twisted idea that it makes us weak or labels the person we love a target. I don't know. We're a messed up pair aren't we?

"Take care of the girls for me. Will does a pretty good job of looking after Athena, but sometimes she just needs someone else to check in. Kenny take care of Kelly and Kay-Kay and Kayla looks after Kenny. But no matter how old they get. No matter what has happened between now while I record this and whenever you are, they're just little girls. They're our little girls and need you because their dad's not good enough. Go easy on Sammy too. He's…I don't know what to say about him but whatever it is he is its because of you and its pure greatness. You let me dying take you from him you're really going to be denying the world of a treasure.

"Dork, I don't know what to say. I don't know how I die. I know I'm a control freak and since I was 18 I've had a will updated twice a year and every few years I call the funeral home to update me arrangements the day after my birthday. When my folks died nothing was planned or ready. I know shit happens and I'm sure my death was what I deserved on some level or another. Take care, baby. When you come join me I want to hear all about your life, but I want that to be a long time. I love you." The voice stopped and something clicked. Dean sat still listening to a few seconds of silence when another click was followed by her voice it had aged a little but was her. "Do you know what I did today? I brought home our son. I knew I had to add something about the little angel to this because I started it in a motel room in Arkansas five years ago. Nothing's really changed I still love you more than I ever thought possible to love a man. You still need to look after all four of our girls but now we've got two boys for you to watch too. I hate to think that the day I bring home our son I'm planning to die but death happens. Its not fair but if I get hit by the milk truck in the morning you can at least know…that I'm totally morbid. Why am I doing this. UGH! Autty, you're such a freak." the recorder stopped then and there was no more. Dean sat back in her chair and looked around her room once more before rocking to his feet. He'd sleep on the couch tonight because he couldn't stand their bed. Denis was coming next week to move it out and Kenny and Lucas were going to get him a new one.

A/N: Well I kind of got carried away here. I'm sorry guys...