Epilogue. Of Sorts.

Life at the bunker was.. interesting.

Not only did they have Charlie in and out of their lives, but now Jody, Claire and even Derek were consistently checking in. Derek had been dead set against making betas of his own given his past history with his own pack, and after a long talk between Chris and Allison, the two came to the conclusion that they would consider themselves part of the Hale Pack as to not let Derek turn into an omega alpha. Sam was quick to follow, as was Charlie, and though Dean was little reluctant, the elder Winchester caved and put his loyalty with the pack. Derek had a surge of power after each person professed their loyalty and it took a moment to catch his breath, but when he did, Allison had laughed and told him he had to move in now that they were family.

Every now and then Allison would struggle with her nightmares, but having a pack who greatly cared about her helped when she needed to talk it out.

Allison eventually brought up the fact that Claire wasn't exactly fit to be out in the field and after a long discussion with Jody, the female sheriff agreed to Claire temporarily moving to the bunker so Chris and Allison could properly train her. The blonde obviously showed signs of becoming a force to be reckoned with, and the men of the bunker all agreed that Claire and Allison would soon be a terrifying duo.

But Chris wasn't all work and no play, and Claire got to go on the trip of a lifetime to Paris with the two Argents so they could catch up Allison's ex that she was alive and well. Dean stayed behind for obvious reasons and Sam, too, to keep his brother out of trouble. Derek and the McCall Pack wished Allison well when visiting Isaac, and well.. the trip went about as expected.

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Allison and Claire wait afar in a public setting as Chris talks to Isaac. They watch the beta werewolf smile and greet Chris like an old friend before Chris sits the younger man down to explain things.

"He's actually kind of cute," Claire quietly muses.

Allison snorts, but she keeps her attention on Isaac's reaction. His smile soon drops and he briefly shakes his head in disbelief. Then when Chris gives the signal, Allison and Claire walk arm-in-arm towards the bench Chris had chosen to have such a discussion.

Isaac tenses, eyes blown wide in shock. He has trouble controlling the glow of his eyes as he drinks her in and Allison gulps while hesitantly waving her fingers at him. "Hey, Isaac."

"Allison?" He hesitantly stands, his gaze darting between her and Chris, and when Chris only smiles and encourages him that it's really her, Claire barely manages to step aside as Isaac grabs Allison up in a bone crushing hug.

"Alright, alright," she laughs and awkwardly wraps her arms back around him as much as she can. "I'm still only human, Isaac, so ease up on the wolfy strength."

He instantly obliges, one hand holding the small of her back while the other cradles the back of her head. She's easily tucked beneath his chin and she laughs once more. "So I take it your're happy to see me?"

"Are you kidding me right now? You're alive! I-I can't-"

"Yeah. It's a lot to take in," she mumbles. "I'll grant you another minute of comfort hugging until it becomes awkward and then we'll fill you in on everything."

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Needless to say, Isaac was thrown about the idea of angels and demons truly existing, and then the story had to be told all over again much to Claire's annoyance when Jackson Whittemore suddenly made an appearance. Jackson was a little harder to convince, but after a handful of calls to the McCall pack and Derek, the blue-eyed wolf finally let himself believe what he was hearing and seeing.

Surprisingly, Isaac wanted to go back to the States now that Allison was alive, but she kindly refused him and told him not to uproot his life for a shot at something that once was. Jackson had seemed scandalized at the thought of Isaac leaving the pack he helped him find to settle down in, and Allison assured him that there was nothing left for him to go back to. She wouldn't stop him from trying to rejoin Scott if he really wished it, but after confessing that she was no longer in California and that Derek was actually her alpha now, he had to think things over.

For a week, Isaac and Jackson showed Allison and Claire around all the best locations Paris had to offer while Chris tied up loose ends, and Allison and Isaac couldn't help but stare on in horror as Claire and Jackson got along surprisingly well.

As the pack got settled and comfortable with one another, Allison made plans for a big Thanksgiving. She can't remember the last time she's had an easy going Thanksgiving meal, and now that everyone's settled and working together, she wants to gather everyone at the bunker. Sam and Dean were obviously on the fence because they were used to either hunting or scouring the internet and papers for a hunt, but Allison made them promise that they'd not work for just the one day. They weren't comfortable, but after much pleading they gave in.

Allison, Chris and Jody then prepared the most mouth watering feast, and Allison and Jody had to constantly shoo Dean out of the kitchen for picking at everything. Derek bought a big flat screen TV to mount in one of the big sitting rooms, Charlie hooked up the cable, and Chris made them watch football because the Thanksgiving game was tradition and they were doing everything right this first year together.

Dean, Sam, Derek, Charlie and Claire settled around in sofa chairs around the TV to watch the game as the others cooked, and even though none of them were big sports fans they couldn't help but get in the spirit of things and pick a team to raucously root for.

Everyone was eventually called into the kitchen where the food was all spread out on the counters, Jody ordering them to form a line so they could serve themselves easily rather then crowding and creating chaos. Then settled at the table, everyone just kind of stills and glances around.

Sam, Dean and Derek all appear to be lost within their minds, and Sam's the first to snap out of it when Allison reaches under the table to grasp his hand. "Hey," she murmurs. "You okay?"

"Hmm? Yeah. I'm good," he smiles. "It's just- it's a lot-"

"We've never had a Thanksgiving dinner like this," Dean mutters. No one says a word to that, but all eyes do dart over to him as he gazes down at his food-filled plate. "I remember one or two dinners, maybe, when I was just a kid, but Sammy's never-" He pauses and glances up only to meet Allison's gaze. With surprisingly teary eyes, he smiles. "Thank you for this. All of you," he then says while catching Jody and Chris' gaze as well.

"Better get used to it, Winchester, because I guarantee you this isn't going to be a one-off. We're family now. Pack," Derek says from his end of the table. "We take care of each other, especially during the holidays."

"Hear, hear!" Charlie chirps, raising her glass in a toast. The others laugh and raise theirs in return, toasting to family before finally digging in.

xXx

Sated with food and more than happy to lounge around in the room Jody and Derek decorated for pack get togethers, the pack and friends of the pack have quieted down in the midst of their food comas. Well.. mostly.

"Hey, Red," Derek calls out. Charlie picks her head up from where she'd been resting it on the arm rest of the couch. "Your home away from home is ready to be furnished whenever you are."

Interest then piqued, Charlie sits up while breathing through how full she feels and gets comfortable. "The loft?" She asks. "What floor am I on?"

"Your's is across the hall from mine. Since we're the only two there, I figured you'd like access to the roof whenever you wanted. I also got someone to update the elevator as much as they could."

"You're the best, Sourwolf."

Derek's pleased smile instantly drops, a scowl taking it's place moments later. "You and Stiles should have never met. That was a terrible idea."

Several people around the room chuckle. "Aw, D, we adore you," Charlie coos. Derek tries to continue scowling, but his lips twitch and Charlie catches it. She whoops in victory before getting comfortable once more and dozing off with her phone in hand, no doubt texting Stiles about Derek's annoyance over her favorite nickname for him.

Plenty happy, Allison stands to head to the kitchen for something to drink. A short bark of a laugh from Jody has her stalling, however, and as she turns to see what's going on she finds Jody cozily tucked into her dad's side. Chris has his armed wrapped around the sheriff, smiling and staring down at Jody like she remembers him smiling at her mom so very long ago. Claire's grinning at the both of them while knocking her foot into Charlie's and gesturing towards the canoodling couple while trying not to laugh.

"What's got you all smiles?"

Glancing over her shoulder, Allison finds Sam and Dean walking towards her, Dean still picking from a pie plate and mouth full of flaky pie crust as they come to a standstill next to her. "This," she says while gesturing to the room before them. "We're safe. We're happy. The McCall Pack in California is safe and happy, and it's.. it's-"

"A tad bit overwhelming and leaving you with a bought of looming anxiety that our happiness will be ripped away any moment?" Dean grumbles.

"Dude!" Sam hisses.

Allison's smile falls. "No, but thanks for that." She reaches over and punches him in the shoulder, Sam then snorting while his older brother pouts. "I'm happy, you freakin' squirrel. Honestly and truly happy, and I'm just soaking it in as much as I can."

"Yeah, I hear you on that," Sam then says. "Never did we think we'd ever have this. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have this family. Dean and I wouldn't be functioning like brothers should be and we'd just be going about our lives waiting for the inevitable to happen."

"What he said," Dean mumbles, intent on not making the moment any more of a chick flick moment and continues to stuff his cheeks with food. "Now can we go rejoin the others? Claire's eyeing my seat, but I'm not wrestling the kid to the floor and risking my pie."

Sam and Allison chuckle, the both of them stepping forward at the same time to go reclaim their seats. Allison quickly realizes that Sam's not at her side and that the room has gone deathly quiet. Glancing from one face to the next, she realizes what's wrong.

Everyone's frozen. Not ice frozen, but frozen as if someone's pressed pause on reality.

"What the-"

"Forgive me for the eerie display of power, but I thought I'd introduce myself." Allison yelps and whirls around, her eyes widening at the sight of a man standing just to the side of Dean that has apparently appeared from thin air. She scrambles backwards until she bumps into a side-table and reaches beneath it for a blade that's strapped there. Gripping it tightly in hand and taking up a battle ready stance, the bearded man holds his hands up in surrender. "Hey, hey, hey! None of that now. I'm a friendly."

"Bullshit."

"I am! Otherwise how else did I get in here?" He's shorter than Dean and his hunter attire nearly makes her believe him, but she can't afford to give out her trust so easily. This is all totally Dean's fault, she just knows it. He jinxed them. "Please, Miss Argent. That knife won't really do anything to me that I can't heal. I didn't have you brought back to life just to harm you myself."

She's ready to spit harsh words back at him, but the moment his words click in her mind, she hesitates. "What? What did you just say?"

"My children think me absent," the brown-haired man says, "but I'm really not. I put out whispers here and there to get them where they're needed the most."

"Y-your children?" Allison stammers. Some of the tension leaks from her frame as her mind works a mile a minute. "But Castiel is the one who- and if he's the one who got me and you're calling them your children, then that means-"

"God," he cautiously smirks. "Or Chuck. I prefer Chuck, actually."

"Why? Why are you showing yourself now?" She questions and reaffirms her stance. "And why freeze everyone?"

"Oh, uh, about that. Dean and Sam know me as Chuck- we're old friends, really- but they don't know me as God. None of my children know what vessel I took, but they can sense me if they're ever in my presence. I'd really appreciate it if you didn't go blabbing my secret."

Allison scoffs. "So that explains why freezing everyone but me, so again I'll ask. Why are you showing yourself to me?"

"To personally apologize." God- er, Chuck or whatever- hesitantly lowers his hands to tuck in the front pockets of his jeans. His shoulders are hunched slightly and Allison has the sudden urge to laugh at such a being looking so sheepish. "You, Allison Argent, were always fated to meet Sam Winchester and I wanted to apologize for the path that you had to endure just to get here."

"..what?"

"Samuel Winchester's heart match has always been Allison Argent. I had set you on a decent enough path to get you here today, but unforeseen obstacles kept popping up and well-"

"I died."

"You died," he sighs. "I'm terribly sorry for the pain and torture you've been through. Truly, I am, and I just wanted you know that. Not only angels are watching over you now, Miss Argent," he smiles. "I'm just sorry I wasn't paying too close attention when you first got sent to Hell."

"This is- this is crazy," she laughs hysterically and her guard finally falls. "Words prove nothing. In this line of work, monsters can and will say any-"

"Then let me prove it to you."

She doesn't have a chance to protest, Chuck moving too quick for her reflexes and she watches as a lifetime- her lifetime- flashes before her eyes.

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She watches as Dean and Lydia sign a very legal looking document, the room they're standing in apparently a court house. Her hand's being squeezed in a warm grip and as she glances down, she finds her a hand grasping her own and follows the arm up to a beaming Sam.

"Congratulations," she hears a woman say. "You may now kiss your bride, Mr. Winchester."

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"One Argent down, one to go," Dean smirks. "Come on, Chris, you better put a ring on it before Allison starts poppin' out pups."

Sam starts choking on his drink, Allison blushes bright red and Jody smacks Dean upside the head. "Watch it, bucko. He can still kick your butt."

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"You- you built us a house?!" Allison shrieks.

"I sold the building near Beacon Hills. Charlie and I are perfectly happy at the bunker, and I have more than enough money." Derek smiles. "Just think of it as a late wedding present."

"Derek.." Tears fill her eyes, but the alpha merely chuckles in response. "I don't- I don't know what to say."

"Thank you," Sam blurts, eyes wide as he stares up at the two story house in the middle of the woods just fifty yards away from the bunker itself. "Really, this is- this is amazing, Derek."

"What am I, chopped liver?" Charlie grouses. "Stiles and I are the ones who warded the whole property to keep the pack safe."

"Thank you!" Charlie quickly finds herself in the middle of an Allison and Sam sandwich, and the redhead can't help but preen.

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Allison's looking down at blueprints of a factory and speaking lowly with Claire when Dean stumbles in, child's laughter resonating around the room seconds later. Looking up she finds the child in question- a little boy- sitting on Dean's shoulders and hanging onto his head for dear life as Dean pretends to lose his footing.

"Uncle Dean!"

"Dean," Sam laughs. "Put Christopher down before you drop him. And where's Deanna? You walked out of here with both of them and only returned with one."

"Mini-me is researching with grandpa in the library. I'm telling you, Sammy, the rugrats might bear the Winchester name, but they're both Argents at heart. God help us all when they take up the mantle after us."

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Allison gasps and jerks back, and Chuck grins at her. "Proof enough for you?"

"I was- we were-" She trails off, disbelief clear in her features.

"Yes and yes," he tells her. "Mr. McCall might have been your first love, but Samuel was always meant to be your last. The future I just showed you will happen and I will be watching closely this time. The Argents and Winchesters deserve this happiness, so so shall it be."

"Huh?"

Within the blink of an eye, Chuck disappears and the room's occupants return back to normal as if nothing had happened. Sam does a double take because she is most definitely not in the position she'd last been in when the room had been frozen and there's still a dagger gripped in her hand.

"Alli?"

"Yeah?"

"You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost," Sam murmurs. Dean, not-so-surprisingly, is not paying attention, so he continues on and plops himself down in his seat with a triumphant smirk when Claire had finally made a move to claim it as hers. Sam steps closer to Allison, his hand grasping hers that's holding the weapon and pries it from her fingers. "What's wrong?"

She glances up and she can feel the tears gathering in the corners of her eyes, but she smiles beautifully at him from one second to the next and Sam blows out a breath in relief he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "I'm fine. More than fine," she continues to beam up at him. Memories of their future keeps replaying over and over in her mind, and she desperately wants to fill him, but she knows she can't without telling him her source of information. And while she didn't trust him at first, God has done some pretty amazing things for her recently and she doesn't want to break his trust. "I'm just- can you just trust me right now when I say everything's okay? Lets go sit and enjoy the tranquil of just us adults. It'll be gone soon enough and I want to bask in it."

"..what?"

"Nothing!"

End.

Seriously, this is the end guys. Does it suck? Most likely, but I'm quite fond of it. It's just so fluffy!

You got a glimpse at their future, so there. And no, I have no sequel planned for this.