A/N: Here it is the end of Elizabeth and Dean's story. Thanks so much to everyone who has stuck with it and stayed around even when I failed to update on time and came up with pitiful, yet truthful, excuses. Thanks to all you lovely reviewers; you kept me going. I probably would've given up at some point if it weren't for you! So, thanks all around. :)

10 Years Later...

Dearest Father,

Dean and I have been married for a little over ten years now. We have five, soon to be six, beautiful children: Henry Ethan, James Paul, Phoebe Ann, John Allan, and Allison Eve. We are hoping the next is a girl so we can have an even three boys and three girls. If it is a girl, we'll name her Mackenzie Fay. If it's a boy, I think we'll name him Robert William. Oh how I wish you could see them. Little Allison has your eyes.

I have missed you so much. It's not getting any easier to deal with the fact that you are gone. I feel like there is a little hole inside me that only you can fill. Dean tries to make up for it, but he can only do so much. He is a wonderful man. You would be very proud to call him your son-in-law. We missed you at the wedding. It was a beautiful day; I just wish you could've been there to walk me down the aisle.

Mother is well and we are closer than ever. She is ever so lonely at home, now more than ever. Oh, Father, our family is growing! Both Edwin and James have found wives and started a family. Dean's brother Samuel, who is a wonderful young man that I think you'd like a lot, married a local girl, Jessica Moore. They are expecting their second child. We have a beautiful family, but it would be more beautiful if you were here. I will always keep you in my heart and cherish every memory of you.

Love,

Elizabeth

"Elizabeth?" Dean called into the house.

"I'll be right there," I called back.

"Oh, there you are." I turned to see him coming in the room with a big smile on his face. "Who are you writing to?"

"My father," I answered with the same smile a child gets when they are caught misbehaving.

"Really? What does it say?"

"It's just about our family and how much I miss him."

Dean pulled me in his arms and held me there, "I know, sweetie. It doesn't get any easier does it?"

"No," I sighed, feeling a tear roll down my cheek. "Not a day goes by that I don't think of him."

"Father, can you help me fix my train?" Henry walked in with his head down, staring at his toy train.

Dean loosened his hold on me, smiled, and kissed my forehead before going off with our eldest son. Henry was growing up so fast. It seemed like only yesterday he was born, now he's almost ten! And the twins, James and Phoebe will be eight this year; John will be four and Allison will be two. Just thinking about that makes me feel old. I sighed to myself and smoothed out my dress. I was due in about three months, so I was rather large.

"Mommy, can you braid my hair?" Phoebe came in the room with her hair all poufy.

"Sure, my dear. Just sit here on the bed."

Later that night, Dean and I were busy tucking our children in bed. I stood back, coaxing baby Allison to go to sleep before placing her in her crib. Our house only had two rooms and after we realized we wanted a big family, we turned the master bedroom into a room large enough to hold all of our children in, without making them feel uncomfortable.

"What story would you all like this evening?" Dean smiled and sat at the edge of James's bed.

"Tell us another tale of the two brothers!" Phoebe prompted with excitement.

"You all love those stories don't you?" Dean laughed, "Well, how about the one when they fight off a coven of evil witches? Does that sound good to you?"

"Perfect!" They all squealed and nestled themselves in their beds.

It was strange the way the children loved these terrifying tales. When I was their age, these stories would've scared the daylights out of me! But, alas, the heroes of the story always won. This always brought the children great joy; when they were able to stay awake long enough to hear the end. Dean started on his story and soon enough Phoebe was asleep. You could always count on her to be the first to fall asleep. I walked off to my room while Dean finished his story. Soon enough he was entering our room, yawning and stretching his arms. He plopped down in bed next to me and bestowed a gentle kiss on my cheek.

"Can you believe that we will be celebrating our eleventh anniversary this year?" I smiled at him.

"Honestly, yes, I can. Elizabeth, I knew you were the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with when I first met you. I just looked into your eyes and knew that we would be together."

"You're such a romantic."

"And you love it."

"I do, it's true." I smiled and leaned closer to Dean to kiss him. "I love you, Dean Winchester."

"I love you, Elizabeth Winchester."