Author's Note: Hey, I hope you guys like this chapter. It's kind of short compared to the last chapter. Tell me what you think.

Chapter 10

Payton picked up her panties from the floor, only wearing an over sized sweater that she had borrowed from Dean to sleep in. As she walked towards the door a floorboard creaked, causing Dean to stir from sleep. As he turned over to see what was happening, Payton froze him and left. Once the door closed the freeze wore off and Dean looked around and noticed that Payton was gone.

"Damn it," he muttered, pounding his fist on a pillow.

Payton had decided to stay at the manor with Helena after the scene at the restaurant earlier in the day. So when she arrived back in the manor at five, she really didn't expect to have any witnesses to her walk of shame.

"Trying to sneak in, hmm?"

Helena was sitting in the conservatory with a cup of tea between her hands and her knees pulled up to her chest. Her red hair hung back in a messy ponytail and she wore an oversized cut off shirt and spandex leggings. Helena's gaze had been directed at the fire, but she knew her cousin was standing still at the door frame.

Payton relaxed her shoulders, which had tensed at hearing her cousin's voice.

Moving into the conservatory, she sat beside Helena before asking, "Honey, what's wrong?"

Helena sipped from her mug and threw a sideways glance at her cousin. "At least you got to run away from last night's mistake. Mine is still in bed."

Payton's eyes rounded with shock, as if she had just been physically slapped.

Helena just took another sip of her tea before she began to sob.

Dean Winchester, Sr. sat in his room with a bottle of vodka and old reruns of the twilight zone playing. It had been hard, to see her and know that she held no memory of the past. A past she had been responsible for changing in order to fix the future and save their present. He had spent a year with her; fighting off the things that go bump in the night and then going home to play bump in the night.

This was something he'd hoped for. A reason to check up on her and make sure she was okay. The girl who would never remember him as the Penny he had seen today was a different product of a manipulated reality. She would never know that she had been the mother of his only daughter, who had died only sixteen years after her birth, or share in his mourning.

Dean had allowed his son and grandchildren to believe that Grace Mary Winchester was the product of his marriage to Lonnie Reeves, a sweet natured woman who had taken pity on the single father and had helped him raise Grace after the departure of her mother. Even Sam and Ruby had agreed to keep his secret. When this hunt had come to his attention, he had grabbed the chance to come outta retirement. Sammy knew his real reasons but the children hadn't. All of Sam's research was first hand information from fifty years ago which he had updated for the current situation.

Dean felt pitiful, as he felt jealous of his grandson and great nephew, who weren't separated from their women by time. Still, he had had seventeen amazing years of joy with the Halliwells albeit without their knowledge. Seeing her, with her three children had hurt. But he was grateful that she had found her chance at a normal life. Knowing Penny had gone on to find love was bittersweet, as had been the years since she had exited his life. If he could protect her family like she had protected his, he could die in peace.

Milo woke up and saw Helena, clutched in a fetal position on the edge of her side of the bed, as far from him as possible. Milo moved over and pulled her into his arm so that they were spooning. He kissed her hair and tightened his hold on her. "I'm not going anywhere."

Helena turned into him and looked him in the eyes. "I wish that were true."