The next day, Sam and Wynonna were gathering some needed supplies at the local hardware store.

"How did you know about the ammolite?" Wynonna asked, pushing the cart.

"Been battling demons for a while now, remember?" Sam reminded her.

"Right." Wynonna said, stopping when Sam did.

He picked up a short piece of plumbing pipe.

"Are you sure that's what we need?" Wynonna asked.

"Yeah, according to what I found online." Sam answered, putting another piece in.

"Well, that's reassuring." Wynonna replied, "Sam, you really don't have to do this."

"One of the main complaints about the homestead was its lack of running water," Sam said, putting a joint in, " You found a home, let's get to making it a home."

They walked a feet down the aisle. "Speaking of which," Wynonna began, "Sam, how you feel about moving in? Which us?"

Sam was so surprised he stopped mid-step. "What?" He asked, "Are you serious?"

"Yeah." Wynonna replied.

"Wynonna, that is very generous, but I can't-" Sam began.

"You said its yourself, it's the safest place." Wynonna pointed out, "They're gonna be after you too, remember? And it's not like we don't have the extra space."

Sam sighed."Okay, on one condition."

"What?" Wynonna asked.

"Now, I know you want to keep Waverly safe, but if it wasn't for her Intel today we probably would've died." Sam began, "So, how about a compromise?"

After some debate they finally reached a compromise, which Wynonna told Waverly about that night around the fire. Needless to say, she was rather excited.

"Oooh!" Waverly squealed, "Do I get a badge?" She gasped as she asked, " A code name? Oh my God, a flamethrower?"

"What is it with your family and flamethrowers?" Sam asked from his chair on the other side of Wynonna.

"You will be a consultant." Wynonna said very carefully and clearly, "And remember our deal: you move in here with me."

"Long as I get to pick a new color scheme." Waverly countered.

"Oh." Wynonna responded, "OK."

"I'm thinking lots of pink." Waverly continued.

"Just try it, kid." Wynonna warned good-naturedly, gesturing with Peacemaker.

"Oh, come one, we could make it nice." Waverly tried, "Look, we're already getting a shiny new mailbox." Her eyes went to Henry, who they had allowed to come over, "For some reason."

Frustrated, Henry kicked the pole down, causing Waverly to giggle.

"Yeah, Henry wanted to replace it, seeing as it had been," Wynonna broke into a fake accent as she said, "defiled by hooligans." Talking normal she continued, "It's such a shame all the men in this town are insane."

"Yeah, should we be worried about him?" Sam added.

"Well, he can't be a Revenant." Waverly reasoned, "Not with the ammolite working again, right?"

"So not an enemy." Wynonna replied. Narrowing her eyes she added, "Not quite a friend..."

"Not a bad sight in Champ's jeans, right?" Waverly noted, "Just saying..."

Suddenly it hit Wynonna. "That sneaky son of a bitch!"

"Yeah, well, most of my stolen stuff was returned, okay?" Waverly replied, trying to defuse the situation before it got out of hand, "And he's just one of those crazy Wyatt fans."

"That doesn't give him the right to break until your apartment and steal your things." Sam said, standing up, "I'm gonna go talk to him."

"Sam, no!" Waverly pleaded grabbing his wrist and pulling him back, "Don't. Or at least let him finish the mail box first."

Sam looked over to where Henry had finally gotten the post up. "Okay," He relented, sitting back down.

"No, he's definitely one of the good guys." Waverly declared.

"Every bone in my body tells me he's one of the bad guys." Wynonna replied, still watching him, "My entire body."

"Don't you think he's a little old for you?" Waverly asked.

"Careful now, I can still demote you to mascot." Wynonna warned her.

"Sam!" Waverly protested, looking to him for help.

"Don't look at me." Sam shrugged.

Wynonna giggled.

At that point Henry finished the mail box. He tipped his hat to Wynonna who met his eyes in ackonolagement, then he turned around and walked away.

"I'm gonna go make sure he gets out without stealing anything else." Sam said, standing up.

"Sam-"Waverly protested.

"I'll be nice about it." Sam assured her before walking off.

Now that they were alone, Waverly could say something she had been wanted to since the battle with Miller. "I've been blaming you for what happened to Daddy...to Willa. I was the one who planted the talisman. It's my fault."

"Bobo tricked you." Wynonna responded.

"Still..." Waverly's voice trailed off.

"And when I find your not-so-imaginary friend, oh honey, I'm gonna make him pay." Wynonna finished.

"Just be careful OK?" Waverly requested.

"Yeah." Wynonna chuckled, "Careful's not really my style. Besides, how scared can you be of a guy named Bobo?"

Later that night, Sam was lying in his bed, desperately trying to get asleep, but Charlie was driving him mad. She just kept going on and on about how Wynonna was going to reject him once she found out about all the terrible things he'd done.

"I mean, she might be able to look past the whole letting Satan out of his box thing," Charlie was saying, "But when she found out you could've shut the gates of Hell-which by the way would've killed all the Revenants still topside and Malcolm wouldn't have been around, to take Citrus' head-that she might have a problem with. All her problems could have been over if you would've just finished spell. You know, the really weird thing about that one is both you and Dean have accepted immediate death for far lesser pay offs in the past."

"Charlie please shut up!" Sam screamed, putting his hand over his ears.

"Would if I could, but I can't." Charlie said, fanning remorse, "Hey, maybe if you took some demon blood, that would shut me up."

Sam stood up, screaming, "You're not real!" Punching the wall.

And then like that, she was gone.