With a content smile Dean watched Jim and Bowler through the kitchen window. They were playing outside, laughing and barking. Dean was working on some scrambled eggs on his plate, skimming through the newspaper. From the front door he heard Alice's voice:

"Jimmy, come get your breakfast!"

"Just a minute, mom!" came the reply.

Alice walked into the kitchen, stroking Dean's arm as she passed him. He grabbed her, pulled her up in his lap and snuck a hand under her shirt. She yelped, then giggled.

"Ow, you're wearing a bra!" he complained.

"I'm a girl, it's what we do," she said and stole some scrambled eggs from his plate.

"Hey! You're stealing my food AND you're wearing a bra? Bad combination, baby," Dean protested. Alice paid no attention to him, but sprinkled some salt over the eggs and treated herself to some more.

Sam entered the kitchen carrying his laptop like a woobie blanket. His eyes were only halfway opened. Dean quickly pulled out his hand from under Alice's shirt and she jumped down from his lap.

"Morning Sam! You want some breakfast?" she shined.

Sam nodded "hi" to Dean and sat down at the table.

"Yeah, I'll just..." He didn't get to finish before Alice put bread, ham and cereals on the table and turned to go grab more things from the refrigerator. "Uhm, thanks," mumbled Sam and looked a little overwhelmed. Dean chuckled and turned to the newspaper, leaving his brother to his fate. Sam rubbed his eyes and looked at them with a smirk.

"So did you two crazy kids get ANY sleep last night? I know I didn't..."

Alice came to a halt, holding the milk and orange juice. Dean looked up at Sam.

"...'Cos I was up searching for new leads," Sam grinned at Alice. She grinned right back, she was done being embarrassed. Alice put the milk and juice down on the table, then went to sit in Dean's lap.

"All right Mike Wallace, what you come up with?" Dean asked.

"Same as before: A very far-fetched, wild theory," said Sam. His face got serious and very sincere: "But I promise you – the both of you: we WILL figure this out."

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To the music of Kiss – Heaven's On Fire, you could see the tireless efforts of the Winchesters and their protégés:

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In the living room, Jim sat on a chair in a circle of salt. Sam walked around him, reading out loud from a book, throwing more salt at him. Nothing. Sam shrugged disappointed and Dean and Alice came over. Dean scratched his head and discussed new theories with Sam. Alice made sure Jim was okay, then patted Sam's arm encouraging.

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In the late afternoon sun Dean and Jim played frisbee with Bowler in the backyard.

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At the dinner table, Sam waved some papers around and seamed excited about a new theory.

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In the graveyard at night, Sam and Dean came walking right to left, holding shovels. They came back left to right, holding dirty shovels and a black plastic bag – might there be a scull in there?

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Jim sat on a chair in the living room again. Sam looked intense, reading something from a book. Nothing. Sam slammed the book closed. "Damn it!"

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Dean and Alice were making out big time on the kitchen table. Sam walked in on them, and they flinched. Sam quickly covered his eyes, spun around and left. Dean and Alice giggled and continued.

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Someone answered their front door. Outside were Sam and Dean, holding out FBI-badges.

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Alice was working on the computer in her room. Sam came in with some scrolls, talking about a new idea. Dean and Jim ran into the room, goofing around, wrestling on the floor. Alice looked at them and laughed, then tried to straighten her face to listen to Sam.

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In the flashing light of yet another exorcism, Dean and Alice only had eyes for each other.

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Someone answered their front door. Outside stood Sam and Dean wearing sunglasses, holding out badges for Homeland Security.

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Dean showed Jim how to wash the Impala. The boy eagerly caught on and Dean took a few steps back, nodding proudly, watching his son go.

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In the graveyard, Sam and Dean went right to left, holding jackhammers. They came back left to right, then suddenly stopped and spun around. Two flashlights were aimed at their faces. They threw away the jackhammers and ran. Two cops came running after them.

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Alice sat on the couch reading a gardening magazine, leaning up against Dean, who was yawning. Jim sat on a chair in the middle of the room and Sam was reading out loud from a book. Great winds rushed through the room, some of them throwing around Alice's notes on the table. She simply put her hand on them to keep them down and continued reading.

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With the clear blue sky above them, Jim showed Dean his tree house. When the sun was getting low they were still sitting next to each other in comfortable silence.

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Sam opened Alice's front door holding a research book. A river of neighborhood ladies poured in, holding different dishes for a barbeque party. Some of them pinched Sam's dimples, some played with his hair. Alice and Bowler came and lead them away from Sam. When he turned back to close the door, Mrs. Frisky – a sweet old gal with too much smeared out lipstick – was still standing there, holding out her apple-pie with a big grin. Sam smiled politely and took it from her. When he turned around to go put it down, she pinched his butt.

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On the living room floor Jim was sitting in a circle of symbols painted in blood, playing on his Game Boy. From behind the couch Sam, Dean and Alice popped up, all covered in tinfoil. Sam shook his head in disappointment and sighed. Dean started kissing Alice, savagely ripping off her tinfoil, as she had normal clothes underneath. She laughed heartily.

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Jim was riding on Dean's shoulders as they were with Alice in Pike Place Market shopping fresh produce. Alice held up a red pepper, teaching Jim something, when two of her friends come up to them. She introduced them to Dean, who shook their hands. The friends exchanged glances – they thought Dean was hot.

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At the graveyard Sam and Dean went right to left, skulking carefully, looking around to spot cops. A beat, and then they came running back left to right, carrying an antique cross. A German shepherd and some flashlights were chasing after them.

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Someone answered their front door, holding a yorkie. Outside stood Sam and Dean, looking a little scratched up and holding out Seattle P.D.-badges. The pooch went ballistic and Sam flinched back while Dean just about had a heart attack. You could see him going: "Son of a bitch!"

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The whole family took a long walk together with Bowler on a hiking trail, just enjoying life.

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Dean went to open Alice's front door. Sam, holding a book, came out of the guest room to see who it was. It was Mrs. Frisky, holding out a new pie. Dean thanked her and made off with the pie. Sam smiled uncomfortably and turned to go back in the room. When he did, Mrs. Frisky pinched his butt again.

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Alice stood by the counter, humming and cooking away. Dean came up behind her and hugged her, burying his face in her hair.

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At the graveyard Sam and Dean came walking right to left, holding out a big steak, whistling for the guard dog. They soon returned going left to right, holding a black plastic bag – might that be an arm in there? They looked around confused – was no one here guarding? A beat and then they reappeared running right to left again, a hundred flash lights chasing after them.