Chapter Twenty-One:

Dean woke up to a loud bang coming from somewhere in the house. He shot up and looked around the dark room. He didn't remember going to sleep last night, but that wasn't his only concern. He wasn't in Bobby's living room, which is where Ellen had told him he had to stay. The room he was in was dimly lit by a light outside the window. He pulled the cover off of himself, glancing over to the woman lying on her side. He gently brushed her curly brown locks out of her face. Aly stirred but didn't wake up.

All of a sudden everything came rushing back to him. Dean had left Bobby's house four days ago. He had told Sam that he might have found a way out of the deal. He was lying of course, but he needed an excuse to leave Sam behind with the others. He had found another genie. He knew it was stupid, but he had to do something. He only had about two months left and he was tired of sitting around waiting for the hell hounds to break down the front door. So he found the genie and went with it.

He got out of the bed and headed down the hall. This was a lot different from the last time. He wasn't in a small apartment big enough for two. No, he was in a house. One that reminded him of the home he almost grew up in. Walking down the stairs, he noticed all the pictures hung on the wall. Some of him and Aly, and others of his family, he was glad to see everyone he loved smiling.

"Babe," Aly's voice rang out in the darkness. Dean turned around from the bookcase he was looking at. She was standing on the bottom step of the stairs, her robe wrapped tight around her. "What are you doing up?" She asked him with a concerned smile, he thought she was taking this strange occurrence as a joke.

"I couldn't sleep." He told her, watching her make her way over to him. She smiled to herself, looking behind him at all of their happy memories.

"Well, you wake up those kids and I'll kick your ass. It took me three hours to get them both sleeping, while you sat on your ass and watched the football game." She told him hitting him roughly on the shoulder. "So what will I have to do to keep you in bed?" She whispered in his ear, kissing his lightly on the cheek. She heard him laugh and pulled away slightly.

He stared at Aly. She was different here. She didn't hold her smiles back, and she seemed genuinely happy. He just hated the fact that it wasn't really his Aly. But he knew that with time he'd forget, and enjoy what this new life could bring. "I've got some ideas." He said capturing her lips with his.

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"Mommy!" A small voice woke Dean from his deep sleep. He couldn't open his eyes. He hadn't felt this rested in a long time, he was afraid that opening his eyes would strip it all away from him. He felt Aly get out of the bed. This caused him to slowly open one eye to see her slim form walk in front of the bed in one of his t-shirts and shorts. She was looking down at something, but his wasn't able to see it over the mountain of covers and the height of the bed. She quickly glanced over at him before lifting a tiny blonde girl into her arms. "Morning, Daddy," came a small childish voice with a kiss blown his direction from itty bitty hands. Dean's face lit up at the sight of the baby from the pictures he saw last night, the ones he was sure were merely a dream.

"Come on, let's make some breakfast." Aly said kissing their baby softly on her perfectly thin blonde hair. "You want to wake up your brother while I try to get Daddy out of bed?" Aly lowered her daughter, the girl's feet hitting the ground running. "I hope the next few years fly by. I can't keep up with her for much longer." Aly joked. She looked at Dean and began to crawl towards him on the bed. He had never seen her smile that big and her actions so playful. It was amazing.

"She's beautiful." Dean admitted more to himself than to her. Aly finally made herself comfortable laying on top of his bare stomach, trying to cover his body with her smaller one.

"Yeah, what can I say, we make some good looking kids." Aly told him laughing. She trailed kisses along his jaw line. "What do you think about letting Lily and Andrew make breakfast today? We can stay in here…" she began to trail off as she moved down to place kissing down his chest.

"Tempting, but…"

"You're right. The last time Andy almost burned down the house." Aly finished, and quickly slid off of him. "Hurry up," She winked at him before disappearing through the door. Dean watched her in awe. This was everything he could ever want, and this time he was keeping it for as long as he could.

"Daddy!" Lilly, his little girl, ran back into the room before he could get out of bed. She jumped into his arms without warning, wrapping her small arms around his neck. "Andrew told me I couldn't mix the pancake powder. But you let me! Daddy, make him stop being mean!" Dean let out a laugh, but stopped when he saw the stern look she was giving him. She was her mother's daughter.

"Okay, I'll yell at him." Dean said getting out of bed while still holding her in his arms. "How's that sound?" Lilly gave him a big nod as she watched him carry her down the stairs. "I'll take away all his toys and tell him he can't leave his room…"

"And he has to let me play his video game." Lilly added with a definite nod. She smiled big at her father. Dean agreed and kissed her on the forehead before entering the kitchen where Aly and his son were hard at work.

"Dad," Andrew began before Dean could say anything. It seemed like he knew when he was going to be in trouble, reminding him of when he was younger, always getting out of trouble before he was officially in any. "She was making a mess. I didn't want to get blamed so I told her to stop and wait for you."

"Did not!" Lilly yelled at her older brother from the protection of her father's arms.

"Did too!" Andrew yelled back with a look of astonishment. Aly laughed at his childish comeback, and wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, leaning down to rest her head on his shoulder. Aly looked up at Dean with a smile on her face and flour on her nose and cheek.

"Andy, I though you were passed this childish game? You're eight, nearly a man." Aly said lowering her voice an octave or two to get her voice to sound more manly. Dean laughed at her, causing her to laugh as well. "Don't be mean to Lilly, one day you're going to protect her from all those bad boys out there."

"I am not. She can protect herself, or she can just run to Dad like she does now." Andy said pulling out of Aly's embrace.