The last rays of sunlight speckled the patio as Harry placed the last of the salads on the wooden table. It had been a tense day, and even as he watched the boys run around the backyard causing havoc, he knew that they could feel it too.

Gently placing the plates and cutlery on the table, Jess turned to the one person she would ever call mother, and smiled. "So, wanna talk about it?"

"Not really."

Watching as Bobby and Sam tried to direct Dean on how to flip the meat, whilst John stood back with a smug grin on his face, Harry felt his heart swell. This was how his family was meant to be. Annoying the hell out of each other; but still there to catch you when you fall.

"Did you lose control of your magic again?"

Turning to face his second eldest, emerald eyes lit up with mirth and embarrassment. "C'mon," he muttered, grabbing her slender wrist as he spoke. "We need to grab the bread and sauce before we can serve."

Glancing over at the dark haired man as he and the eldest girl went back inside, Sam coughed slightly to get his brother's attention.

Rolling his eyes at his brother's way of communication, Dean finished flipping the sausages, before acknowledging him. "What's up Sammy?"

"It's Sam-"

"Yeah, yeah," Dean waved it off, earning a bitch face in return. "What's up?"

"Well-" He wasn't quite sure how to bring the topic up. There was still a million and one questions he wanted to ask his brother, and he wasn't quite sure how to do it. After Dean had calmed Harry down in the only way Sam thought Dean knew, they had both raced out the door to pick up the kids, leaving John, Bobby and Sam to stew in what had just happened. When Dean returned, he gave the three a look that pretty much put a silencing clause on anything that they wanted to say. Harry returned not much later, and in between the kids being around and Dean glaring at them when they looked like they were about to say something, none of them had been able to ask a single question.

Glancing up at his Sammy, Dean knew what he was trying to say. How could he not? When Sam had ran off to Uni, Dean had thought that he would lose the kid he knew, and be left with a man that he didn't want. But after picking up his brother and hunting with him for a year, he realised that he didn't lose his brother at all; he just got bigger and whinger. And maybe Sam was feeling the same?

"Just spit it out, bitch."

Scowling at the blonde, Sam automatically replied. "Jerk."

Grinning happily, Dean picked up his beer, and stole a quick glance at his sons, as he took a swig.

"Dean, when Harry and I talked earlier, he said that you made a deal."

Cursing every Deity he knew, Dean slowly put the bottle back down and turned back to the barbeque. Picking up the tongs he casually attempted to plate the meat up. "It's nothing," he muttered gruffly, hoping that the other three didn't pick up the sight tremor.

"Like hell it's nothing." Putting his bottle down next to Dean's, Bobby took the plate and tongs away from the Blonde and turned him around so that he was facing them. "Dean, you sold your soul to a demon. How is that nothing?"

Looking anywhere but the eyes that he knew were accusing him, Dean shrugged helplessly. "Harry was hanging by a line and the kids were freaking out. No-one had ever survived an attack from the YED that we knew of. I didn't know what else to do."

John felt a wave of guilt and pity wash over him. He always knew that he raised the boys to be independent and know that the job came first, but for his eldest not to call him when he needed him most? That was like a punch to the jaw for the old Hunter. He could also understand where Dean was coming from, and knew that the other two were thinking the same thing.

Scrubbing his face with his free hand, John looked up at his son from where his was sitting and opened his mouth. To say what? That he was sorry for not being there? That Dean was an idiot for hiding them in the first place? Or that he was stupid to make the deal, and should have just let the love of his life die, just like Sam, Bobby and he had.

"How long?" he finally croaked.

Glancing down at his Dad, Dean bowed his head in not same, but acceptance of his fate. "Little under two years left. That's one of the reasons I came looking for you. I wanted someone to know about Harry and the kids, and just check in on them, when-"

He couldn't finish the sentence, but he also knew that he didn't have to. They understood.

"Dinners ready!"

The rest of the night was spent in idle chatter, and as the group got to know one another, they could see traits that they all seemed to share with the man that had brought them all together. Some were rather noticeable, like Adam's passion for Led Zepplin and pie, while others were less pronounced, like Jess and Sam's need to call Dean out on idiotic things.

Harry and Dean watched them all interact happily, and when it was bed time for Mary and the twins, it was by agreement of the boys, that Grandpa John and Uncle Bobby were the ones to tuck them in.

Placing the last of the dirty dishes in the sink, Harry smiled warmly when he felt his husband's strong arms wrap around his waist. Humming some random tune, Dean swayed them gently back and forth, bringing his dark haired love closer and closer till not even an ant could see a gap in between them.

Running his fingers lightly over the hairs on his beloved's arms, Harry sighed. "It's good to have you home you know."

"It's good to be home," Dean murmured, placing soft kisses down the side of Harry's neck. "I missed you."

Loving the feeling of Dean pressed up against him, Harry turned around and wrapped his arms around the taller man's neck. "Eleven months is a long time to be gone."

Nodding in agreement, Dean lent in for a deep, passionate kiss. Tilting his head for better access, Harry couldn't help but grin as he felt the warm, velvet tongue of his husband beg for entrance. Opening his mouth, Harry moaned in appreciation as Dean ploughed straight in. It felt like forever since they had been like this, and neither was ready to give up the opportunity. Rubbing his hands up and down the sides of his husband, Dean growled deeply as Harry got his fingers tangled in his hair-

"De- Oh Dear God!"

Pulling apart, Dean and Harry turned to face an extremely red Sam. Glaring at his brother, Dean watched in mild amusement as the sasquatch held an arm over his eyes and blindly reached around with the other for the door. "I'll just, um-"

Snorting loudly as his brother-in-law banged into the fridge, Harry unwrapped himself from his Love, and with a look promises for later, turned and left. Closing his eyes, Dean rounded back on his brother and smirked. "You can look now princess."

Doubled over the table that he just ran into, Sam lifted his hand and glared. "Dude, that was not funny."

Grabbing a glass of water, Dean smirked. "You were acting like you've never seen me grope someone before."

"Not with a man."

Halting in his movements, Dean spun around and faced his brother; eyes glinting in warning. "Sam, you are my brother, and I will always stand up for you, but if you say one word about Harry or me being together, I will land you one your arse faster than you can say 'bitchslap'."

Realising how serious Dean was, Sam quickly nodded, lowering his eyes in submission. "It- it's just odd seeing you with anything that's not 5ft 6 with blonde hair and DD's."

Nodding in acceptance, Dean clapped his brother on the back. "It's ok Sam."

"So, which one next? Dad trying to woo Mum or the twin's first magic?"

Laughing at the look his eldest was tossing his eldest, John glanced around the lounge room as he took another swig from his bottle. After the kitchen had been packed up and the younger children had been put to bed, Jess had decided to gather the men together and put on some home movies. So far they had watched Robert, James, and Mary's first steps, Dean and Harry's wedding nuptials in Vegas, and Jess and Adam's first days at school.

"I still can't believe that you got married by Gay Angus," Sam crowed, wiping tears from his eyes. "How did you get away with it?"

Shaking his head, Dean continued to run his hand that wasn't holding his beer through Harry's hair; something that he had been doing since his husband had first sat down in between his legs. "We found a pamphlet in the room we were staying in, and when I saw it, I thought that it was a good idea. Harry agreed, but only if we went to Fiji for the honeymoon."

Snapping his head around, Bobby stared at the young man that was sitting on his adopted son. "You got him into a plane?"

Shaking his head, Harry smirked. "We took a portkey, and I'll tell you, it may last only a minute, but it is so much worse."

Shuffling through the stack of DVD's in his hands, Adam smiled widely when he found one that he knew the older Winchesters would want to watch. Placing it in the player, the dirty blonde shuffled across the floor to his seat next to Jess and pressed play.

"Dean, it doesn't start for another half an hour-"

Shushing everyone down, Sam pointed at the screen. "That's my old school."

Dean snorted. "Which one?"

"Sorry Har." Dean's face appeared out of no-where, two identical boys sitting in his arms. "It's just- Sammy's graduating!"

Squealing in delight, Robert and James chanted 'Sammie!', while Jess and Adam could be seen running around in the background.

"I know Dean, you've talked about nothing else for the last month." Tiredness and a rather large amount of pride could be heard in Harry's voice.

"Weren't you overdue at that point?" John asked, not taking his eyes off the grinning one on the screen.

"Yep," Harry murmured. "We had already made arrangements to go, and the family doctor was on call, so it was fine for me to be there."

The camera jiggled as the group made their way to the seating area, and got comfortable. Turning the lens to the front, where the stand was placed, Harry was about to scan for the elusive Sam, when Dean's hand suddenly appears in view.

"Look, over there!" he shouts, receiving glares from everyone around them. "It's Sam!"

Zooming in on where Dean was pointing, the camera focused in on a younger Sam with slightly longer hair.

"God, you're such a girl," Dean scoffed, earning a face full of pillow in return.

Leaning over, Sam caught a young blonde haired girl in a swift kiss, before blushing brightly.

"Jess," Sam chocked, trying not to break down at the sudden sight of his lost love.

"Did he jus- he did!" Dean crowed, the camera whipping around quick enough to catch Dean shaking Adam's hands in celebration. "Sammy you ol' dog."

The film carried on with each name getting called, and then finally Sam, before the Dean came up to give the final speech.

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"Isn't that your Dad and Bobby?"

Using the camera to point the pair out, Harry zoomed in on the pair just in time to catch John wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt. Bobby clapped him on the back, and the pair waved to someone that was off screen, more than likely Sam.

"I'm just going to-"

Turning the camera so that it was facing Dean again, Harry nodded. "It's alright, I've got the kids. Go congratulate Sam."

The group continued to watch as the camera followed Dean's trail to where his Dad and Bobby were.

Frowning, Bobby looked around, before going back to the television. "What's that noise?"

"Mary pushing out."

"Oh God." The camera suddenly tilted to show a worried looking Adam on his side.

"Mummy? Are you ok?"

Groaning loudly, Harry shifted, causing the angle to worsen further. "I'm fine Baby, you're sitter's decided that she would like to come out now."

Eyes widening, Adam looked down, almost directly into the camera and gasped. "Wow."

"Baby, can you go get your Daddy and tell him that we need to go?"

Nodding, Adam almost tripped over a couple of times in his haste to get to his Dad. Dean's worried face soon reappeared, and after being shaken around some, the camera was finally turned off.

"Huh."

Cracking his neck, John turned to the rest and sighed. "Well, I don't know about the lot of you, but I hear a bed that is not in a three star hotel room, calling my name."

Nodding in agreement, the group bade goodnight to each other, before separating into their own rooms. Closing the door behind him, Dean felt two lithe arms wrap around his torso. Turning around, the Blonde grinned widely as the dark haired creature purred seductively.

"I did promise later."