First of all did anyone else notice how unhappy Jensen Ackles was when he announced Choice Grill at the Teen Choice Awards? I mean, he's from Texas (as is Jared), no wonder he didn't look excited over his assignment.

Second of all, I wrote 3 mini-scenes for the last chapter. I forgot to save two of them Exploding Finch and Car Crash, I got back a copy of Car Crash and saved it. If you got the Finch one (my most off the wall of the 3), could you send me a copy, I wish to save it.

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"Are you sure?" Sam asked after several silent moments.

She smiled in amusement at that. "No Sam, I'm not sure." He looked up at her in surprise, making her smile even wider. "Of course I'm sure Sammy."

"You know this isn't very conventional Jilliana." He told her with mock sternness. "I'm supposed to be down on one knee, offering you a ring, after a romantic dinner. Not with you kneeling over me, both of us completely naked."

She laughed. "Well, we both already know I'm not the most conventional of girls Samuel. If I had been, after all, I'd never joined the Marines in the first place. I would've taken that free ride to college I'd been offered."

"You got offered a free ride to college and you joined the Marines instead?" He asked her, cocking his head slightly to the side.

She shrugged, drawing his attention back to certain parts of her bare anatomy. "I had great SAT scores. Top 5 percent in the nation for language arts or something." She shrugged again. "You know, you never answered my question. And it took me a long time to figure how I wanted to say it."

"How you wanted to say it?" He asked, distracted. Apparently he couldn't hold onto a specific line of questioning for long when talking to a naked woman.

"Yeah, you know. 'Wanna get hitched?' or maybe 'How'd you like to father my children?'" She smiled. "I figured that the direct approach was the best one." She leaned down and kissed him. "Now, if you could." She punctuated each word with a kiss. "Answer. My. Question?"

"Yes." He told her, putting his hands around her waist. "I may not be able to hold onto a thought when you take your clothes off, or I take them off." He paused, looking her over for a moment. "But I've got enough brains to marry you the second I get the chance." And with that he kissed her again.

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Dean and Sam both woke up in their respective motel rooms alone. Cait and Jilly's habit of waking up at the crack of dawn had made this event a common occurrence. Both rooms had their usual yellow sticky note on the mirror. Each note wearing the same sentence.

Breakfast. Nearest diner.

Both guys pulled on their clothes, and headed out their doors. They met outside the motel, and headed towards the Denny's they'd seen just a short walk away.

"Dean." Sam said after they'd made it about halfway to the diner.

"Yeah Sam?" Dean replied, surprised at the serious tone of voice his brother was using.

"It's about Jill." Sam's face broke out in a huge grin. "We're getting married."

Dean's eyes widened. "You finally got the nerve up to ask her?" He said with a knowing smile.

"Finally? We've been together for a couple of weeks!" He said, taken aback by the idea that his brother had already seen it coming. Some days he forgot that his brother was a lot more perceptive than most people gave him credit for. "And no I didn't."

Dean was confused. "Come again? You just said that you two were getting married, if you didn't ask her..." He laughed when realization hit. "She asked you, didn't you?"

Sam turned red but nodded.

Dean laughed harder. "You are so the woman in this relationship!" He bent over and clutched his side, still laughing. "Oh god! That's so...freaking...hilarious!" He was gasping for air.

"Hey!" Sam said, indignant. "This from the guy who watches Oprah?"

Dean suddenly stopped laughing. He jack-knifed straight up and stared at his brother. He pointed one finger at Sam. "Sam, my hand to my car, I will hurt you if you tell Caiti about that. She doesn't know, and she doesn't need to know."

Sam gave a laugh that was sure to get under Dean's skin. Then he headed towards the diner again.

"Hey!" Dean yelled, following his brother. "Sam!"

Both froze when the sound of gunshots rang out, and they realized it was coming from the restaurant in front of them. The restaurant Cait and Jilly were in.

Then they sprinted towards the building. Only one thing that penetrated the adrenaline-fueled rush that gripped both men, the eerie blanket of silence that had fallen over the area.

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I didn't want to write too many happy-go-lucky, fluffy chapters in a row. It wouldn't be very much in the spirit of the show. So I had to write in a new angsty heart-stopping (for the boys) twist. Love, Lyc.

1982 - Monticello, California.

A little boy looked down at the tiny figure in front of him. A small baby, just under a year old wiggled on the floor, sitting on a spread baby blanket and staring up at the multi-colored playset set up around it.

The boy's father bent down beside him, his eyes moving swiftly from his son to the baby and back to his son.

Father: What do you think Dean?

Dean (still looking at the baby with curious eyes): That's a person?

John (nods): She is.

He runs one large hand over the baby's small head, ruffling her already long dark hair.

Dean (wrinkling his nose): She? It's a girl?

John (laughing silently): Yes, her name's Caiti.

Dean (looks at his father): And Mom's gonna have one of those?

John (nods): Yes, in six months or so.

Dean inches towards the baby, watching her like she's a wild animal that could attack. He sits down next to her and cocks his head slightly to the side.

Dean: Can I touch her?

John (nods slowly): Go ahead son. Her father already gave the go-ahead. And you might as well get used to someone so small, soon you'll have a little brother or sister of your own to watch over.

Dean holds his hand out warily, just like he'd been taught to do with unfamiliar puppies, so that the baby could get used to his scent. The baby sticks one finger in her mouth and looks at his approaching hand. For a moment neither of them moves, they just stare at eachother.

Then the baby reaches out and grabs his hand in her two tiny ones. She looks up at him and smiles.

Dean: Wow. She's pretty cool. I wouldn't mind having one of these.

John smiles, but before he can reply, his son continues.

Dean: As long as it's a brother. Girls are icky.