The sleek, black car was a piece of the past brought to the present. Its classic design was unmistakeable, almost iconic. The aged engine was a sound that got all the demons, vampires, werewolves, and other supernatural beings shaking in their boots. If you happened to be creating trouble in town, that was the soundtrack to the end of your career. One doesn't mess with that 1967 Chevrolet Impala and its owners unless, of course, you were looking for a death wish.

The car pulls into yet another dusty town as it has for many decades and stops in front of a house in the middle of a car junkyard. The driver's door swings open and a stunningly gorgeous blonde steps out. Her piercing blue eyes sweeps across the scene, sending any evil crawling back to into the shadows. Not that there were many around the area.

The young blonde makes her way through the front door of the house. It is warm and cosy and clean, a sensation she has not felt for months now. It is quiet in the house save for the faint sounds of classic rock music drifting from the kitchen. The familiarity of it all brings a smile to her lips. The life she led outside made it rare for her to smile genuinely and it is refreshing to finally be able to do so.

"Dad, I'm home," she calls out into the empty hallway, pulling off her well-worn boots and dropping the car key onto the table by the door. She walks into the kitchen, following the scent of pastry baking in the oven.

As she expected, she finds her father leaning on the counter and humming along to the radio as he waits for his treat to be done. He grins when he saw her, wrinkles forming at the corners of his eyes. His once dark blond hair is now silver and cropped close to his head. Covered in scars and weathered skin, it was clear to anyone that he has led life on the road.

"Mary, it's great to have you home," Dean says, planting a kiss on her head as she hugs him. "I'm making pie," he tells her. "It should be done soon, you can go put your things in your room and get your Uncle Sam to come down from his reading."

She lets go of him and obediently makes her way up the stairs. She drops her duffel into her room and walks into the study where Sam is reading, just like Dean said he was. The man is too engrossed in his book to notice Mary walking into the room. Hunched over the yellowed pages, strands of salt and pepper hair escaped from the hair tie at the base of his neck fell in front of his face.

"Uncle Sam," Mary greets. "Dad made pie and he wants you to stop reading and go downstairs."

Sam looks up. "Mary, you're home," he says. "I didn't even hear the car come."

"That's because your head is in that book, Uncle," she teases. "Come down for pie."

He stands up, making everything in the room look like a child's toy. They both go to the kitchen to find that they have an extra guest. The angel in the trench coat hasn't changed one bit in all the years that Mary has known him. He declines the slice of pie Dean offers to him. Dean gives the slice to Mary instead and she takes it.

"You're missing out on a lot, Cas," Dean comments. "I make killer pies."

"I can't stand the taste of human food," the angel defends. "Besides, I do not need nourishment. I simply came to visit."

Mary smiles at the scene before her. It was a couple of years since she convinced Sam and Dean to retire from the hunting life. They moved in to this place just outside of Sioux Falls and Dean started to build and restore cars. Sam now helps her do research as she goes out to banish monsters. Although her father wishes that she could just quit the life herself and start a regular life in town, he knows that that is not possible. You can't just leave that lifestyle behind and start anew. It always comes back to bite you. And Mary takes it upon herself to protect her old and aging family, keeping the ghosts of their past away as much as possible.

Life is perfect all the time for the Winchesters, and it never will be. But they were happy.

This is me finally finishing this story. I'm sorry it took me this long to do it, I've been busy. Dean's Little Girl is a little over a year old now and it is still getting views and favourites and it brings me joy that people are still enjoying it. I know that this is a rather sudden end to the whole shebang but I have gone through a lot in this past months and I felt like it was time to stop. I hope that you have enjoyed Mary's life because I know I enjoyed writing it.

I don't think I will be writing anymore on but I do have a Wattpad account under this same name where I will be posting original works. If you wish to come and check it out, here is the URL- user/justanothergeekygirl

I thank all of you who have read this story for all the positive feedback that I have gotten. I cherish them very much and they still serve to encourage me to write.

Much love from me to you,

Goodbye.