-Chapter 11-

-Two days Later-

"You kids can stay as long as you need to." Bobby said trying to convince Sam and Tasha to stay a little longer. The police presence was still huge in their neighborhood. Four murders taking place all at once was considered a big thing.

"If we stay any longer it may look suspicious on our part." Tasha said as she strapped Emma and Jane into the carriers.

"Not likely." Dean shouted from the living room. He nodded to the TV as a news station reported that Zack Porter was missing and was a prime suspect in his family's murder.

"That's impossible…I saw his body on the ground..." Sam said when Dean switched off the TV. Dean looked to Tasha who kept her lips shut. She crossed her arms across her chest and walked back to the girls.

"I guess he wasn't dead, Sam." Dean lied reluctantly. He got up from the couch and threw on his jacket and went out the back door for some air. Sam turned to Bobby for a reasonable explanation, but he just turned away. Lastly he turned to Tasha, who had preoccupied herself by continuing to get the babies ready to go. Sam huffed in exasperation. He knew there was something everyone wasn't telling him; he just couldn't put his finger on it. He brushed that doubt to the back of his mind for that moment and left to take his family back home.

-In the car, on the way back to the house-

Emma and Jane were finally asleep in the back seat. Sam held Tasha's hand she as she slipped in and out of sleep. He looked her over. Her wavy blonde hair was pulled into a loose ponytail that hung down by her chin. Tasha opened her eyes to see Sam looking over at her. She squeezed his hand as she sat up in her seat. She looked behind her at her sleeping daughters in their carriers. She looked back to Sam and smiled. He grinned along with her. They loved their silent moments. It reminded them of their very first date back in college. That one simple moment of mutual understanding in the café. Who would have known that, that one date would lead to a bliss filled year together, or lead to that one very passionate night at her old home?

"You ever take a moment to soak all this in?" Tasha whispered to her husband, careful not to speak too loudly. She didn't want to disrupt the beautiful peace.

"All of what?" Sam questioned back.

"We got married just two years ago. That was seven hundred and thirty days ago. Then we had two beautiful girls. We've been parents for almost two weeks. Can you believe this?" Tasha whispered excitedly.

"What I can't believe is that you calculated the last two years in your head." Sam joked lightly. He and Tasha were just alike. He'd have genius moments and it'd annoy Dean like no other. Tasha pinched his hand gently and let out a small laugh.

"Oh, c'mon, babe, be serious!" Tasha responded.

"It's hard to believe I'll admit…but it's not like I didn't see this coming with you…" Sam said softly. He engulfed Tasha's hand in his free one. Tasha looked at him like she hadn't ever before, but what Sam had said was true. After being with Tasha for a year, he saw a long future ahead of them. Even after Tasha left him at Stanford that day, he'd never given up on them. After he even fell for Jess, no one could compare to Tasha. Even if he never saw her again, she'd always be in his heart.

"Look at Sam Winchester being all sweet and romantic." Tasha chimed with a grin. Sam mirrored her expression and continued to drive them back home.

-That Night-

"What the hell were you thinking?" A man screamed at Zack Porter. He was still very much alive and kicking…at least not as a human anyway.

"You have my apologies, sir." He responded as he let his head drop. The man smacked him across the face leaving a nice burn mark on his cheek.

"I don't want your fucking excuses." The unknown man yelled angrily. "I just want those babies."

"She shot me, sir!" Zack argued. "I had no idea she had a gun on her, or that she even knew how to use one!" The man touched his shoulder and began to burn through his layers of skin. Zack screamed out in pain. The man took his hand away and the scars began to instantly heal themselves.

"I just want the girls. I don't care about the woman, but next time, don't hurt them." The man said a little softer this time, but still with a hint of frustration in his voice.

"Of course, sir. The deed is as good as done." Zack said and walked out the door and out of the building.

a/n- sorry this chapter is so short, but it sets up the next part.