Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.
Rating: PG

Epilogue

Five Years Later-

"Did John finally fall asleep?" Sam asked Harry as he walked into their bedroom.

Harry yawned and nodded his head as he began peeling his pajama bottoms from his body. It had been a long night and their youngest child John Sirius Potter-Winchester was a month old and had developed colic just two weeks before. John usually spent several hours in the late evening crying before tiring his little body out and falling into an exhausted sleep. The three parents up until John hadn't had to experience it as the twins had oddly begun sleeping through most of the night within a few months of being born. Harry, who chose to stay at home and raise the kids, was feeling the loss of sleep more than Sam or Dean.

"He's so exhausted, but so unhappy… I hate seeing him like that." Harry said softly as he crawled naked into their bed and curled up against Sam's muscular body.

Wrapping his arms around his smaller lover, Sam nuzzled his ebony locks and sighed. "I know baby, but Dr. Handon said it was normal and we'd just have to wait it out."

Harry nodded his head and kissed Sam's chest softly as he breathed in Sam's scent. "Where's Dean?"

"He went to the shop to finish the '68 Chevelle for the Henley's after putting the twins to bed. He said he's only got about another hours worth of work and then he'll be done." Sam answered. "Should be done soon…"

From down the hall the frightened scream of one of their children sounded. "Mommy!"

Harry groaned at the sound and started to get up.

"I'll go…" Sam said as he rolled off of the bed.

"No, he called me… I'll be back in a few minutes." Harry said with a shake of his head. Pulling his pj's back on he then passed by Sam and kissed him lightly on the lips as he left the room.

"Mommy!" Harry heard Jamie yell for him again as hurried down the hall to his oldest son's bedroom.

He still smiled at the twins calling him mommy after all these years… in the beginning Dean had said it as a joke a few weeks after the twins were born, but as time progressed 'mommy' just felt right. Harry didn't associate the term in a question of his masculinity, because for him it wasn't. It was about him being the caretaker for their children, the person who nourished them within his body for nine months, the one to gave birth to them when they were ready to come into the world… he took the name 'mommy' proudly and without shame.

"Mommmmyy!" Yelled Jamie Potter-Winchester for the third time as he thrust his head under his covers, his little body shaking from under them.

"I'm here baby, what's wrong?" Harry said softly as he entered the room and gently sat on the bed to pull the covers back from Jamie's body.

As he did so, a full head of unruly black hair peeked out followed by a pair of hazel eyes that were identical to Sam's. He had chubby cheeks and a button nose to which his glasses usually set upon. Jamie looked mostly like Harry, but was like Sam in everything else. He was quiet and liked to learn, soaking up all the knowledge he could find around him; asking question after question until he was satisfied.

"I hada bad dweam…" Jamie whispered as he crawled into Harry's lap and wrapped his arms around his mommy tightly. Harry smiled down at his son and cuddled into him, threading his hand through the hair on his head. "I dweamed about da bad man who took you 'way from Poppa and Daddy 'for Wennie and I was borned."

Freezing, Harry turned away and scowled trying to keep his son from seeing him angry. "Who told you about that baby?" Harry asked, trying to keep his anger in check.

"Grampa told Wennie an me 'bout what hapenda Granma Mary when Poppa was a baby an how you stobbed the bad man win he took'd you from Unca Bobby's howse…" Jamie said as he leaned back in Harry's arms and looked up at him.

"Well then you know that the bad man is gone for good and he won't ever come back. Your Poppa, Daddy and I made sure of it." Harry stated as he cupped Jamie's cheek.

"Really? Da bad man won't come for me an Wennie 'gin?" Jamie whispered quietly.

"Yep, he won't ever come back; you don't ever need to worry about him." Harry reassured him again.

"O'tay… Mommy can you stday wit me 'til I fall sleep?" Jamie asked as he snuggled into Harry's arms.

"Sure baby…" He answered as he got more comfortable on the bed and lightly rocked his son back to sleep.

Once Jamie fell asleep, Harry tucked him back into bed, kissed him and left the room. He popped into Anwen's room and made sure his little girl was covered up and kissed her forehead lightly. Anwen smiled at the kiss and snuggled deeper into her covers.

Harry smiled and stood there looking for a little longer. Anwen was so beautiful and would only grow more so as she got older. As her hair grew it began to turn a beautiful shade of red that reminded Harry of his mother. Anwen had the same fiery temper and thirst for knowledge that he had been told Lily Potter had and the same caring heart. Anwen was always bringing home hurt animals from outside asking Harry to heal them or when it was too late she'd give them a burial to which all the family was required to attend.

Both of the twins had also begun learning basic magic with child wands after Harry caught them using wandless magic to turn the family's dog different colors. Harry had gone into the kitchen to fix lunch for them and when he'd come back to the living room he'd found Jamie waving his hand just before Shadow's normally dark grey coat of hair turned an alarmingly bright shade of fuchsia. Before he could even say anything Anwen waved her hand and Shadow turned periwinkle. They had both giggled at the sight and changed it another color. Since that day Harry had schooled his children in the practice of magic. The twins had a lot of magical power for children and that power would only increase as they got older. Harry wanted to make sure that they were able to control their magic as it could endanger not only them, but everyone around them as well.

With a final look at Anwen, Harry brought the door to and walked to the nursery to check on his youngest child. John lay on his side, hand curled into little fists as he puckered his lips as if suckling from a bottle. Harry ran his fingers through the full head of dirty blonde locks and smiled. With the twins it had been clear that Sam had fathered them from the locator spell as well as their looks and the same could be said of John. He was Dean's all the way… from the dark blonde hair to the shade of his green eyes or the full pouty lips… Harry couldn't wait for John's personality to start showing…

Pulling up the covers around his youngest, Harry gave him a kiss and then headed to the master bedroom to vent his anger to his lovers. Walking back into the bedroom, Harry found Sam and Dean in bed curled around each other as they watched a late night talk show.

"Okay, it's official… I'm going to kill your father!" Harry said tersely.

They turned towards Harry and frowned in confusion.

"What happened?" Dean asked as he sat up in their bed.

"Your father told Jamie and Anwen and I quote 'about what happened to Granma Mary when Poppa was a baby and how you stopped the bad man.' What the bloody hell was he thinking?!" Harry growled as he ripped off his sleep pants and got back into bed.

The two brothers made a space for their younger lover and then cuddled against him after he settled down.

"I'll talk to him." Dean sighed as he breathed against the nape of Harry's neck.

"We talked about this… he agreed to not say anything about that until they were older. Jamie had a nightmare about it and was worried that Azazel would come back for them!"

Sam kissed Harry and sighed. "He's just missing the hunt. He spent the last forty years of his life doing it and now that he's not able to he likes to talk about it…" At Harry's scowl Sam added "but he needs to do it with someone other than our kids, I know. Dean'll talk to him and get this straightened out."

It had been less than a year since the famous John Winchester had to retire from hunting. After a particularly bad run in with a werewolf John had been lucky enough to live, but had received a bad limp, a punctured lung and a body full of bruises from it. He was healing well, but he would never be able to hunt again.

After it happened, the three lovers had talked to the elder Winchester and John had grudgingly allowed them to build him a house on their property for him to live in. Since then he had kept in the hunter network by offering advice and help in researching for hunters. It wasn't the same for the hunter, but it was something for him to do.

"Fine, but if he does it again I'm going to hex his balls off!" Harry pouted.

Laughing Dean and Sam agreed.

"Did you get the Chevelle finished Dean?" Asked Harry as he looked at Dean.

"Yeah, it looks and purrs like it just came off the assembly line." Dean said with a grin. "Didn't take as long as I thought it would to fix up too; once I got under the hood and started fixing things it went fast. Only took two days to fix up the engine and detail it."

"That's good baby." Harry said with a smile as he snuggled against Dean's chest and sighed.

Sam wrapped an arm around Harry letting it resting lovingly on Dean's hip and nuzzled Harry's hair. Dean from behind Harry pressed up tightly against his back and let his arm lie softly around Harry's waist. Harry lightly covered Dean's hand and moved it a little higher past the slight pooch of his lower stomach. As he had given birth to John only a month ago, he still had most of the baby weight and was self conscious of his larger stomach.

"Baby you're beautiful and besides you were always too thin anyways." Dean whispers as he returned his hand to Harry's lower stomach and caressed it.

Sam nodded and placed his hand on Dean's. "You're gorgeous Harry and Dean's right; you always were too thin..."

All of them had thoughts of the Dursleys running through their heads, of how much they had denied Harry through the years.

"I was thinking we could take the kids to the zoo this weekend. Anwen saw some advertisement for it and was very persistent about seeing the otters…" Harry murmured after a while.

"I've got a court date coming up on Monday, but I've got most of the case files read so it shouldn't be a problem to spend the day there." Sam replied.

After the twins were born and they settled into their new house, Sam had decided to return to school and pursue a law degree like he'd always dreamed about. Once graduating, Sam had opened a small little practice in town and it was doing pretty good.

For Harry, since the birth of the twins and now the birth of John, he had been pretty busy raising them. Sam and Dean had wanted in the beginning to have them all work part time, working their schedules around each other's so there was always someone with their children. They hadn't wanted to use baby sitters or daycare as the twins had begun doing accidental magic fairly early. Harry had laughed every time they had tried to convince him that he should get a job doing something he loved and said that he was more than okay with their children being his full time job. After years of slave labor for the Dursleys and then spending just as much of his life being the wizarding worlds savior de facto, he was ready to spend his life caring for his family, watching his children grow, teaching them about magic and life and anything else they wanted.

He'd always wanted a family since he could first remember. He had sat alone in his dark cupboard wishing for a family to love him and hoping someday he'd find one… now he had that in spades. He had his children and not one, but two men who loved him beyond words and he them, he had their father who sometimes bugged the bloody hell out of him, but in the end Harry loved him just as much as he would of any parent and then he had Bobby, who was an odd combination of a friend, older brother, uncle and father all rolled into one.

When he left England he hadn't really given much thought to what he would do once he arrived, it had always been just about getting away from the wizarding world. Since then his life had changed in so many ways and gone in directions that he never would have imagined, but he wouldn't change any part of it for all the galleons in the world.

They were everything he'd ever wanted and more.

Author's Notes: Okay, so we've made it to the end… **pouts** I really am sad to end this… so much so that I've decided to do a few ficlets in this 'verse. They'll be coming out randomly, whenever I feel my muse pushing me that way, though I do have a few ideas so they shouldn't be too difficult to write.

I want to thank all my faithful readers for their support and as a new author for just giving me a chance. I hope you enjoyed this and come back for more snippets into the lives of the Potter-Winchester family in the future!

Much Love and Fanfics a Plenty,

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