Again I don't own anything you recognize. Not beta'd, my own grammar mistakes (I suck)... There is going to be a lot of description. Please, just try to imagine something nice :) Enjoy and feel free to discuss things, okay? PM me anytime ;)

Sun came up and so did the people in the house. Whole family was gathered in the kitchen, reaching for bread, butter or something edible.

"So you decided?" Kat asked and snatched a jar of jam right in front of Jeremy's face.

"Yeah." Dean answered but didn't continue.

"And?" Katherine asked, annoyed with Dean's attitude.

"And I think it's a good idea." He said but his face expression showed something else.

"You don't really want to." Kat deduced as she painted the bread with the strawberry jam.

Dean rubbed his eyes. "Nah, I'm just still sleeping. Where's coffee?" Kat handed him a cup of black coffee. That was his favorite morning coffee – it definitely wakes you up.

Katherine finished with painting the bread and put the jar back on the table. Jeremy had it in hand in a heartbeat. Kat turned around and looked at her man. He was eating the slice of bread she made for herself. "Deeeaaan."

He looked at her innocently and chewed 'his' breakfast. "What?" he asked. "I though you are my woman doing me a breakfast."

"First, I am not your woman. I belong to myself. Second, it was supposed to be my breakfast."

Dean leaned closer and gave her a sweet kiss. She felt the strawberry jam as she licked her lips after that. "Sorry baby. You can make yourself another." He smiled and walked away. Kat shook her head. "Ass!" she called after him.

"Love you too!" he shouted back. Kat chuckled and made two more slices of bread with jam. She knew Dean would want one more. She knew Dean wanted her to eat more but she wasn't hungry. She walked upstairs and entered her room. Dean was lying on the bed, bread in his hand and the coffee on a little table. She sat next to him. Dean finished the bread and Kat handed him the other one. Dean thanked her and hugged her closer.

"What about the kid?" Kat asked.

"You think she could be with us?"

"I don't know. It's not like I don't like her but… I just don't think it's a good idea."

"I always have good ideas."

Kat heartedly laughed. Dean frowned and pouted. "What? I do."

"Sure. Don't worry, that dog doesn't bite. Don't worry, we won't get caught." Kat told him few examples. That dog was biting. And they did get caught.

"That were… Sam's ideas."

"Sam wasn't with us."

"He psycho-contacted me with his mind." Dean excused himself.

"Sure. Poor Sam's the bad one."

"Always. That's what little siblings are for." Dean explained. Kat just shook her head.

"Ouch!" she said.

"What?" Dean asked, thinking he sat on her somehow, so he shifted immediately.

"I am little sibling! You older idiots think you're always the better."

"That's cause we are, baby. Get over it."

Kat smacked him to the chest and called him an asshole. They forgot the main topic. What should they do with Angela?

"You were right." Dean agreed.

"In what exactly?"

"Ha ha, smartass. With Angela. We should take her somewhere. Maybe orphanage or I don't know. The first guy we meet on the street. Like, you know: Congratulations! You won a kid! Have a nice day! And then we'll disappear." Dean said and actually though it was a good idea.

"You're heartless. No. We should take her to some social worker. Today we could move, no?" Kat asked.

Dean frowned. It was too soon for him. "What about furniture and fridge and stuff?"

Fridge.

"God, Dean. Fridge? That's the thing that matters?" Kat asked and Dean shrugged. He likes to eat. "I already told you there is furniture. It looks really amazing. You'll love it there. Please." She begged. Dean nodded.

"Okay but Angela will have to go today."

"I am good with that." Kat said and sounded bit selfish. She wasn't, she just wanted to move from her family. Let it breathe. "You said Sam?" she asked.

Dean opened his mouth and raised eyebrows. He looked on her and then closed his mouth. Kat took it as no. "Tell family, I'm going for Sam."

"Sam's a family."

"Not officially."

"You always have to have the last word?"

"You know me." Dean said and smiled. Kat rolled her eyes and stood up.

She walked downstairs and grabbed her father by his jacket. "What?" he asked.

"Dean, Sam and I are moving. To my house in Twin Falls, Idaho. So I though you would like to know."

"But why? There's enough space. It's not like we -"

Kat interrupted him. "Dad, we already made a decision. You really want to argue about this? I can take care of myself. You don't believe me?"

"I believe you, honey. I don't believe those two idgits upstairs."

Kat rolled her eyes. "Dad. You love them. Do you remember when they went to the past to find the ashes of the phoenix? To kill the mother of freaking everything? Cas was injured and couldn't zap them back. You let him touch your soul just so they could come."

That was a good reason and Bobby couldn't agree more. He gave her blessing, Kat still didn't know why. The house wasn't that far and Dean was not asking for her hand. She walked upstairs to see Sam and Dean packing their stuff. She went to do the same. They were packed and it could be about 1 PM when all the bags were in the Impala and her car. Kat brought her own car – black Volkswagen Touareg 2007. Dean liked her taste in cars. "Where did you get this car? It's too expensive for you to buy it." Dean explained.

"One guy really like me and bought me this car. I didn't like him but I couldn't throw away the car. I love it." Kat smiled and opened the door.

Dean knew she owned it but never actually seen it.

Angela understood they wanted to put her in an orphanage. She wasn't a problematic kid. Blessed child.

Ellen wished them the best and Jo of course did the same. It was Bobby's turn to say bye. He hugged each Winchester and told them to keep an eye on her. They assured him she'd be safe. Bobby walk towards his daughter, her arms already widely opened. He pulled her in a hug. "Be careful, smartass. Don't let them tell you what to do. You're not their housewife. Let them do the dirty job. They deserve it. Both." He said. Kat giggled and told him she will.

Jeremy was already shaking hands with Sam and telling them he'll find them if anything happens. Winchester boys laughed but Jeremy was deadly serious. Sam stopped chuckling but Dean didn't. He was just being Dean. He walked to his sister and hugged her tightly. She didn't hug him back. "Now you love me, ha?" she asked playfully and finally put her arms around his back.

"I still love you." He answered. Jeremy gave her a peck on the cheek and closed the door behind her. Dean was in the Impala with Sam and Katherine in her Tuareg with Angela. They took her to the closest social building. Angela hugged each one of them and then walked away with the sweet woman, Barbara.

"They're growing up so fast." Sam tried to joke.

"Alright, Samantha." Dean tapped his shoulder. "You'll once have one. Don't worry."

"Do not start with your famous don't worries, okay?" Kat said, pointing on Dean.

"What's wrong with 'Don't worry'?" he asked.

"When it comes from your mouth, everything." She snapped back.

Dean leaned closer to his brother. "Don't find a girl who will bitch like this. Ever."

Sam chuckled.

"I heard that." Kat said calmly, sitting on the driver's seat of her car. Dean rolled his eyes.

IN THE LOVELY IMPALA:

"So, you're like... settling down?" Sam asked, trying to play Angry Birds on his phone.

"Nah. Katherine just wanted to move from the family. I am not going to sit on my ass when all the evil is out."

"But you did. Lisa, Ben?"

Dean took a breath and saw Lisa, the girl with dark brown hair – almost black – with bright white teeth and brown eyes. He shook the memory away. "You were supposed to be in Hell, though you were alive and kickin'."

"Should I go and visit Luci so you could have peace or what?" Sam asked and glanced away from his game, hair swirling around his face.

"No. I promised you I would go to Lisa and try to live a happy apple-pie life. I am keeping my promises, Sam."

Sam sighed. "Dean. I asked you to do it because I wanted you to have a normal life. I would be happy if we would settle down."

"So you could finish school and be a lawyer? I knew you always wanted a normal life, Sam. But you can't stop it. Cas is God and Crowley's still alive. Demons are walking on the Earth and maybe some Mother Bitch things are still outta there. And you want to stop? We already went through this."

"I never wanted this life, Dean. You and Dad dragged me into it. I could be with Jess and live a life, have kids and a nice house." Sam raised his voice.

Dean accelerated the car. Kat knew there was something bad because Dean was just close behind her ass. She dialed his number.

"You couldn't be with Jess. Don't forget who saved your life and dragged you OUT. The fire killed Jess. There was nothing you could do." Dean said and was now angry. He already talked about this with his brother. He wasn't in a mood to do it again.

"I saw her death before, Dean! If you wouldn't come I could save her." Sam said and blinked back tears. No matter who said what, it was his fault. He was seeing it in his nightmares every night. He could save her somehow, he was sure, but didn't.

Dean felt his phone vibrating and saw Katherine's ID. He declined. "So now it's my fault?" he asked and looked at Sam who was biting his lip, frowning and looking through the window, like there was the answer on every question he had. Like he prayed to God. Sam didn't answer.

"Dammit! Answer me Sam! Is that my fault? That's what you think?" Dean yelled on his brother.

Katherine stopped the car on the road, thinking Dean will stop too. She was wrong. Dean orbited her. Kat was just staring at the black Impala in front of her. She started the engine and went after them, dialing Dean's number again. He didn't pick up so she tried Sam's. He declined too. Dean texted her to give them time and he's sorry.

"No. It wasn't… Dad disappeared and you were just afraid that something could happen to him. I get it." Sam argued.

"No, you don't get it, Sammy. Now you're saying it was dad's fault?" Dean asked with high-pitched voice, though it was still low.

"Yes." Sam answered. Dean sighed and let out a humorless laugh as he shook his head and clenched his jaw. "Dean, dad was obsessed from mom's death. He dragged us both into this. He -"

Dean stopped the car. "Get out of my car." he said and interrupted Sam.

"Sorry?" Sam asked.

"You heard me. Out. Or I will punch you in the face, Sam. Go."

Sam shook his head and stepped out from the car. He closed the door and motioned Kat to pick him up. Sam opened the door of her car and sat down. "You go first." He said and Kat moved. Dean was behind her soon.

"What ha-"

"Don't ask me anything! Leave me alone, okay?" Sam yelled on her.

"Stop yelling at me." She said calmly, keeping her hands on the steering wheel.

"Give me a rest!" Sam yelled back. Kat frowned, looked at him and fought the feeling to punch him right in the middle of his face. She returned her gaze back to the road.

Sam ran a hand through his hair and muttered a sorry. Kat nodded but didn't talk to him.

After 13 hours of the awkward silence and unexplained conflicts they entered the final location. A charming house welcomed them. First thing was, they parked the cars in the split 3-car garage. Guys stayed in awe. They walked in front of the house on a spacious front porch. Siding exterior was from a brick, stone with shake accents. "Shoes off." She said and boys listened. She walked further and showed them the house.

The entry unfolded to a columned dining room and a home office. It all was designed for colors to match. Everything was light wood, mixed with red, black and gold. Furniture was a couch and three more seats, neglect the images and small decorations placed on the shelves. Behind the coffee table was a TV, remote rested on it.

The office was full with shelves with books – diaries, bibles and all kind of hunting stuff. The door was closed on a lock, so not everyone could enter it. There was a computer too, on a table from the light wood, chair behind it. Dean figured it was something like a relax room for nerds and lovers of books.

The large gourmet kitchen, with modern equipment, had an angled breakfast nook and a snack bar to provide additional seating and food prep space. Cabinets and shelves in the breakfast area offered pantry storage space. The center island hold a cook-top. A welcoming fireplace warmed the cozy two-story family room. Boys were surprised that fridge was full of edible food. "My neighbor is a hunter. I gave him all the money needed so he promised to take care of it." Kat explained.

The next room was something like a library. Shakespeare, Twain, Tolstoy and many more. Inside it was one black wonderful Petite Grand Piano.

Upstairs each bedroom suite featured its own bath, two with tubs and one with a corner shower. All suites had walk-in closets. There were also expansive dual bonus areas.

The elegant master suite was located on the second floor too. Closet space abounded with his and hers walk-in closets plus a spacious sitting/dressing area. The master bath featured separate vanities, a spa tub and a private toilet room with an oversized shower.

Outdoor living had front and back porches and a roomy deck.

Downstairs was a basement. There were the old things, not important crap and a panic room Bobby built.

"This place is beautiful." Sam said and standing in one of the rooms, probably now his.

"Glad you like it." Kat smiled slightly.

"Devil's trap." She pointed under the carpet in his room. "There are lots of devil traps. Every window and door is iron or silver protected."

Whole house was accessorized with not important stuff. Clock, angels, pictures, candles and pansy stuff like that.

"So I guess Sam's staying in this room and I hope Dean's staying with me."

Dean looked away and nodded. Katherine shook her head. She looked on the clock. "Okay. You pack out and I'll make the dinner. It should take about thirty minutes."

Sam walked to the room. The king-sized bed was in middle of it. In front of it was a small carpet. Bedside, wardrobe and accessories couldn't miss. Sam looked out the window and could see the other house, road, bunch of trees. Totally a place for a family. He packed out his clothes to the walk-in closet and sat on the bed. It wasn't that awful. He smiled to himself and called Bobby to let him know they're ok.

Dean walked in and tossed his bag on Kat's huge bed. Everything looked like a designer made it. Colors matched and everything looked perfect. Dean walked in her closet and opened it. It surprised him a bit that the clothes were modern. She didn't live here since they met. Dean shrugged and opened the second. Empty. Dean smiled. She probably called the guy to prepare everything. His little perfectionist. He moved the curtains from the window and looked out. He admired what he saw. It was… calm. Dean wished he could stay forever. And probably he could. Probably.

Hour went by and Katherine called guys to the table. They sat down and tasted the food the houselady made. Dean smiled for the first time. Kat chewed her food. "So what do you think?" she asked and took another bite.

"Food's amazing." Dean said.

"House looks good too." Sam added.

Kat looked from Dean to Sam and vice versa. She put her cutlery on the table loudly. "Seriously? You two are going to talk about whatever shit happened between you two. I don't want this in our house. You're going to figure it out, now." She said and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

Sam looked up to meet his brother's eyes. Someone knocked on the door. Katherine sighed and stood up. She walked to the door and opened it.

Man was standing there, probably the same age as Katherine. His black hair covered his forehead and green eyes underneath them shined, full kissable lips formed into a smile and button-nose totally fitted him. Kat took the bottle of holy water and spitted it on his face. The guy grimaced, dried his face and then hugged her. Dean carefully watched the situation and Sam had to smile.

"So you're back?" he asked.

"I hope so." She said and glared at the boys that were eating their dinner. "Come in." she said and stepped aside so the guy stepped in.

"So these are…." The man started and let Kat finish.

"This is Dean and his brother Sam. Winchesters. Guys, this is Jeff Moriarty."

Jeff nodded. "Are you guys in any relationship?" he asked curiously.

Kat pursed her lips and looked on Dean. "I don't know, are we?"

Dean sighed. "Katherine."

"Dean." She answered. Dean shook his head. "He's my boyfriend."

Jeff slowly put a finger under her chin so she looked at him. "He should take better care of you. Your face is purple."

Kat smacked him. "Ass. Are you hungry?"

"No, I just had my dinner." Jim said. Kat motioned him to take a seat. They were all around the table. Kat next to Dean and Sam next to Jim.

"So, how are you doing? Any wife poking around?" Kat joked.

"Nah. Me and Jenna split up two years ago, actually."

"I'm sorry."

"That's okay. Tell me something about you. Why did you come back? Settling down?" Jim asked.

"I actually don't know. We were thinking about hunting but staying here. Though I'm not so sure how guys want that. We still gotta talk."

"I would be glad to have you as new hunters slash neighbors who would settle down."

"I'm not the settling down type." Dean confessed and shot a glare at him.

Jeff got the message and smiled. "You should. Katherine's amazing. How long are you two together?"

Kat looked at Dean as he opened his mouth, closed them and pursed. He wasn't sure. Kat wasn't either. They were together, split up again and again and again…

"It's been pretty long time but we had pauses and stuff though we loved each other, right?" Kat asked. Dean nodded.

"Alright. You just came and I should go so you can… arrange your things."

"Seriously, you can stay." Kat pleaded.

"Your boyfriend is sending signals to back off." Jeff laughed but Dean didn't pretest. "I should go."

"He's not going to do anything, you can stay." Jeff refused once again and Kat walked him to the door.

"I was glad to see you again. Take care of your face." He said and pointed on her nose. Kat smacked him again. Right after they hugged each other.

"Thanks for taking care of this place. I can't thank you enough."

"Everything for my little kitten." He joked. Dean shot him another glare. "Bad move. Bye." He said and Kat waved him goodbye. She closed the door and narrowed her eyes on Dean.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked.

"Cause he was… hitting on you."

Kat arched her head back and ruffled Dean's hair on her way to the chair. "Dean. I love you. He's just one very old friend." Kat explained and Dean muttered something like sorry. "So back to you two. You are definitely going to talk this out. Or one of you, that means Dean, is sleeping outside and not in my bed. You want me to be here or not?"

Sam sneezed. "Uh, sorry… I think you should… uh, you should leave. Thanks."

Kat nodded but she wasn't mad. She grabbed all the plates and walked to kitchen to wash them. The water was running and boys began to talk.

Sam started. "I'm sorry for what I said in the car. I didn-"

"It's okay, Sam. I got it. It's fine. I know you didn't mean that, you know I didn't mean that. We're both sorry and it's okay. Okay?"

Sam frowned. He was surprised Dean said it all with these words. Dean was still mad but didn't show it. He was now smiling like an idiot. Sam chuckled and agreed. He raised himself from the table and walked to the kitchen, followed by Dean. Kat was just drying her hands. She turned around and saw the Winchesters. "You done?" she asked.

"Yeah." Sam answered and sneezed again.

"You sure you're okay?" Kat asked.

"I'm fine. I just wanted to say sorry again." Sam puppyfaced.

"It's okay." She said and smiled. Dean frowned and asked what is he sorry for. Kat told him that when Sam stepped in her car days ago, after their argue, he sort of yelled on her. She also said it was nothing.

"You yelled on her?" Dean asked.

"Jesus, Dean. Calm down, okay? Go upstairs and do some stuff." Kat laughed. Sam blushed. Dean opened the fridge and took out a beer. He turned on the TV and watched some football.

"Need any help in the house?" Sam asked with hands in his pockets.

"No, Sam. You grab a beer and sit on your butt." She said and winked. Sam smiled back, opened the fridge and sneezed once again.

"Dude! You're sick. I'm going for the thermometer." Kat said and walked upstairs. Sam shrugged and sat next to Dean. Kat walked back and opened Sam's mouth. She put the tiny thing in and closed his mouth. Dean just had to laugh. He wouldn't be Dean without that. Sam smacked him to the arm.

"Stop moving. Stay still." Kat said and walked to the kitchen.

"You heard mommy, dog? Staaaaay." Dean said and laughed. Sam rolled his eyes. After a while, that thing beeped and Kat walked in. She took it out and opened her eyes.

"God! Sam! 41,3! Go to bed. Now." Kat said and put his beer away. She walked Sam to his room. He fell asleep the moment he hit the bed. Kat walked down and sat next to Dean.

"He's sick. Poor Sam."

"He's a big man, Katherine. You're not him mom." Dean rolled his eyes.

"But I am a woman of this house. It's my job to take care of you two."

Dean kissed her neck. "Take care of me." He said. Kat smiled and kissed him passionately. Dean picked her up gently and placed her on him. He slowly sneaked his hand under her shirt. Kat stopped and stood up. Dean raised his eyebrows.

"Not now, baby. Sorry." She excused.

"Why not?" he asked stupidly.

"Shark week, honey." Kat said. Dean didn't understand.

"What's that? Is that some sort of secret code between women when you don't wanna do that?"

Kat laughed heartedly. She sat next to him and gave him a sweet kiss. "No, Dean. It's my period, you ass."

"Oh." Dean managed to say.

Next morning Kat woke up. Dean's body cupped hers perfectly and his arm was curled around her waist. She didn't want to wake him up so she shifted easily. Kat couldn't free herself so she tried more times. Dean grunted.

"Kat."

She sighed. "Sorry. Didn't want to wake you up."

"You're waking something else up." Dean smiled. Kat teased him bit more. Dean grunted again and threw her off the bed playfully, and made sure it didn't hurt her. "I want to sleep."

"Asshole! Alright." She said, picking herself from the ground. "You sleep. I'm going to look at Sam."

Dean agreed and leaned in the pillows again, thinking.