Requiem.

Epilogue

A month later...

Riley was perched on the Impala's hood, Dean resting against his car beside her, his hands jammed into his pockets as they stared over the town of Carthage, North Dakota. They watched the townspeople moving about their lives, enjoying the sunshine - their only worries, the little ones. Neither of them felt the need to talk. They liked the silences they shared.

"It doesn't matter how much we want it," a smile barely touched Riley's lips as she watched the people below them. "Or don't," she said softly, her hands clasped between her knees as her gaze roamed the town. "We can never be a part of it."

Dean said nothing for a long time. It was a truly comfortable silence, something he rarely experienced …and something he knew he would miss. "Maybe we were never meant to be a part of it in the first place, Riley. Maybe… maybe this is the only way for people like us to experience that world…without destroying it. Maybe we were always meant to be on the outside looking in. Maybe it's safer for everyone that way."

Riley didn't look at him when she took his hand. "That's a lot of maybes." He let out a soft chuckle and she smiled. It was pure Dean.

"Maybe I should just kick your ass."

"And you wonder why I can't take you places," she laughed softly, squeezing his hand. She sighed as she looked over Carthage and its inhabitants. The comfortable silence encircled her as his arm did. "Maybe they're the one's on the outside looking in, Dean." She turned, taking in his profile, "Maybe our world is the one to be envious of - the freedom, the adventure, the implicit understanding of the fragility of life and really knowing what a gift it is. Maybe that's our gift to them – a glimpse into our world, a world they can never really be a part of either."

He nodded slowly, "Your shot-glass really is half full, huh?"

"Yup. It's part of my charm," Riley grinned.

"It's something alright," he muttered, laughing as she bumped him. "You won't find her," he said softly.

"Yeah, I will," Riley smiled. "My shot-glass is always half-full remember?" She looked out over Carthage again, "I know you, Sam and Bobby think I'm crazy."

"Riley—"

"I know, Dean. But if it were Sam, what would you do?"

"So let me help you."

She shook her head, "You know why." She slid from the hood and slipped her arms around him, her lips finding his as he pulled her against him. His hands slid over her ass, pulling her down with him as they moaned softly,

'Baby…' Dean lifted her gaze to his. 'Mine.'

Riley smiled and kissed him softly. 'Mine.'

Riley stretched as she woke. She didn't need to open her eyes to know Dean was gone. They'd said their silent goodbyes last night. She breathed in deep and smiled. She could still smell him in the sheets, and that was something she could get used to.

She didn't want to get up but she had to. Dee had a two-week head start on her. It didn't matter what her mother and Bobby said; Dee wasn't dead. She'd run. Who else would have torched the Landy. Riley sighed and sat up, rubbing her hands down her face. Too much shit to think about, and too much shit to organise. She didn't know where to begin. She turned, a frown forming as she spied a note sitting on the bedside table with her name on it in Dean's surprisingly neat handwriting.

Dean had written her a note? What world was she living in?

She opened it, unable to stop her laugh.

Get your lazy ARSE out of bed and go to the window. Stop bitching and do it.

Riley got out of bed and slipped on the t-shirt she'd claimed from Dean. She went to the window and pushed the curtain aside, shaking her head with a laugh before heading outside. She reached through the window of the battered '69 Chevelle and took the envelope from the dash.

Now we're square. Check the trunk.

Riley took the keys from the envelope, laughing softly to herself as she ran her eyes over the different coloured primer that coated the car. It was no Impala but…yeah, it was just her kinda car: a little dinged up but ready for a new beginning. She popped the trunk, shaking her head as she picked up another note sitting on the floor.

Switch, left hand side near taillights.

Riley found the switch quickly and the floor clicked open. She looked around quickly before lifting it. A smile lit her face as her eyes wandered over not only her weapons but some of Dean's as well. It was her Dad's swords and daggers, though, that brought tears to her eyes. Her most prized possessions carefully stored for her. Dean. She took the note that was slipped over Jack's favourite sword.

Maybe we are the lucky ones.

"Maybe, baby. Maybe."

The black beast rumbled down the highway, her roar the only thing that sounded on the warm morning air. The car growled as she chewed up the blacktop, her passengers living in the past as she powered into the future.

Dean stopped a smile as he felt the familiar pulse through his neck. Riley was awake. He'd watched her sleep, not wanting to get out of bed. Not wanting to leave, but counting down the minutes 'til he had to. She knew he'd be gone when she woke. Her last kiss had told him. She'd whispered his name in her sleep when he'd brushed his lips over hers.

"You alright, dude?"

"Fine, Sammy."

Sam studied his brother. He wasn't fine. "You sure? I mean…"

"I'm fine, Sam." Dean stated firmly, wondering how long his link to Riley would last.

"It's just….Bobby said he couldn't reverse Riley's mojo, Dean."

"That's what he said," Dean nodded, pushing his foot down on the accelerator, a smile rising to his lips as the car leapt forward, responding beautifully under his touch. He'd given up trying to convince Bobby that Riley hadn't used mojo on him. He knew the truth, and so did she. What had happened between them had nothing to do with mojo, or Sibyl or Lilith, It was him and Riley. Simple.

"You think we'll see her again?"

"Maybe, Sammy" Dean smiled as his throat pulsed again. "Maybe."

Here's where I thank everyone for sticking with this extraordinarily long and drawn out story. A special thanks goes out to those who reviewed 'Requiem', gives a writer that warm fuzzy feeling inside. An extra special thanks goes out to Kes, who puts up with my rants and is always ready to slap my Muse… or poke her with a big stick. Ta, babes!

Now is this the end of Riley and Dee's exploits with the Winchester boys? We'll see….

AJ