A/N: I am going to stop whining about not getting any feedback. Whining is unbecoming and childish. This chapter concludes my story. Hopefully, those that read will enjoy it.

Sam had Kyle drop him off in the Manor's foyer. He took off his boots and jacket before heading up stairs and slipping into the shower. He let the hot water relax his tense muscles and his mind wandered. He peeked into Phoebe's dreams. She was having coffee with her sisters in the parlor. They were making wedding plans. Sam's heart leapt; in some of their pillow talk, he'd casually mentioned marriage. He was overjoyed at the idea she was thinking about marriage too. He listened to the discussion and soon realized that while Phoebe was planning a wedding, it wasn't hers. The sisters were planning Dean and Paige's wedding. Sam laughed. How adorably selfless was Phoebe? She was dreaming of planning her sister's wedding; she'd told him once that seeing her sisters happy made her happy and she'd do whatever she could to achieve that end. As he watched and listened, he realized he really wanted this dream to become reality for his brother. Maybe he and Phoebe could use their powers to help nudge their siblings down this path…

"Sam Winchester!" Phoebe's voice was suddenly scolding him. "I know you are lurking in my dream! It's rude to go snooping when there's no magical necessity, you know!" She'd caught him; her sisters and the parlor were gone and she was standing alone, nothing but white surrounding her, glaring at him.

"Uhmmm… I was… It just happened… I was daydreaming and-"

"Don't say it was an accident! I know you have better control of your power than that."

"Pheebs? Are you… awake?"

"No… But this is a dream I will be sure to remember when I wake up! Stop creeping on me!"

He disconnected from her dream and finished his shower. He pulled on his boxers and a t-shirt, carried his bag to Phoebe's bedroom and placed it on the floor, right next to the bed, where he could access it easily. It held a few clothes, but mostly, it contained all the weapons he normally kept on his person, plus a shotgun loaded with salt and iron rounds. She'd asked that he not leave his handgun sitting on the nightstand or sleep with a knife under his pillow, but she allowed the duffel. He smiled; he and his girlfriend made compromises. It was such a 'normal' thing, even if the subject of compromise itself wasn't one many 'normal' couples ever thought about.

Her breathing indicated she was asleep and he slipped under the covers and stared at the ceiling. As he let out a breath (he didn't realize he was holding it), he relaxed and let his eyes close. She rolled onto him, putting her head on his chest and stretching her arm out across his torso. He rubbed her back lightly and fell asleep to her making soft 'ummmm' sounds.


Dean and Bobby returned to Leo and Jodi awake at PoL's.

"I know you don't have'ta sleep," Dean said to Jodi "But I though you're human, Leo…"

"I do need sleep, but that doesn't mean I can sleep … Where's Cass?"

"Uh, it's Kevin. We demanded part of Crowley's deal be that he let Kevin go, but he insists that the kid escaped and he doesn't know where he is. Cass is checking Crowley's story and then gonna look for Kevin. It seems he's hidden himself from everyone. Little A.P. monkey must've made a hex bag or somethin'."

"He is really smart, reckon he could pull off simple hoo-doo like that…" Bobby said.

"Did he, Crowley, agree to your terms?" Leo asked.

"For the most part… We couldn't get him to give up lookin' for Kevin…" Dean sighed. "Now we gotta focus on gettin' to him before Crowley…"

"Limey asshat knew we needed 'im and that we needed to get 'im returned downstairs so he could claim his victory 'an take over…"

"Honestly, we got more than I thought we'd really get outta him… I'm gonna have Sam use that creepy, evil face more often…" Dean shuddered.

"Evil face?" Jodi asked.

"Believe me, you don't wanna see it, scarier 'n hell… He's been makin' it since he was a kid 'an… It's only gotten creepier as th'idjit's gotten older."

"I haven't seen it, but Paige was saying it really messes with you…" Leo added.

"Don't I know it…" Dean agreed "But he hasn't used it in a long time. I guess he decided it's back 'in'… Like Joan Rivers'll be shoutin' 'creepy evil face is the new smirk!' on the next red carpet…"

"From what I heard, you brought it on yourself…" Jodi smiled.

"It was those girls! T'was their idea, I swear! I just went along! I never thought he'd get so pissed! S'not like I saw Phoebe naked or anythin'!"

"Just shower an' get to bed, y'idjit... Not gonna solve anythin' tonight." Bobby said while Jodi hugged him whispering 'goodnight' before they disappeared.

"OK, So Paige said everything at the bank is in place. We'll leave about nine, so you have seven hours… Piper asked me to remind you she can, and will, force you if you won't just go the fuck to sleep on your own." He laughed.

"I am hittin' the shower, then m'gonna crash… You headed to bed or you just gonna stay up by yourself?"

"No I'm going to go hold my wife… try to subconsciously encourage her make pancakes for us in the morning."

"I dunno, Leo, you make some mean pancakes yourself…"


Dean had showered and slipped silently into his room, where Paige was fast asleep. She was lying on her side, facing the middle of the bed…

'This won't do.'

He went to 'her side' of the bed and rubbed her back; she instinctively rolled toward him. Her eyes fluttered and she smiled, but fell back to sleep as he kissed her forehead. He climbed into bed from 'his side', moved in close to her back and held her.

'I make an awesome 'big spoon'…'

He nuzzled her neck and whispered "Goodnight, my angel" before falling asleep.


As Phoebe left for work just before six a.m., she leaned down and kissed Sam's cheek. "Paige will be here to get you in an hour…"

He reached up and pulled her onto him, rubbing her back and nuzzling her neck… "Why?"

"You're going to the bank this morning, remember?"

"Oh, yeah… Hopefully we'll find enough to pay for the furniture and apparently Dean wants us to get a tub too…"

"Yeah, he wants to have a way to do bath time for the kids and I have to admit, I wouldn't mind access to a big tub… I volunteered you to go with Paige to pick it out… make sure you can fit into it yourself…"

"It'd need to be the size of a horse trough…"

"Whatever, just go with her. She's intimidated by those home improvement stores… And she's gonna take pictures of you sitting in at least one tub-"

"Phoebe, c'mon-"

"Aaannd, as your girlfriend, I am asking you to please help my sister with this, so you two can get to know each other better…So…"

"So, I shouldn't say no…"

"Now you get the idea… We'll call it penance for you spying on my dream last night…"

"Wha-at?" innocent face deployed, Sam tried to continue. "You think I'd-?"

"I know you did, because I felt your emotions… You were amused and happy…. What did I say, the first night we met?"

"I'm a witch, my sisters are witches and if you or your fowl-mouthed brother makes one false move, you're as good as dead?"

She ignored his comment and stated flatly "I said 'Don't lie to me'…"

"No lying; got it. I wasn't trying to be a dick, honest. I just wanted to make sure you weren't having any bad dreams from the mission... I was only going to peek, but I heard you say 'wedding' and then… Well, I thought you were talking about us…" he blushed and she kissed him.

"You are sweet, not out of trouble, though…"

"How about dinner, let's have a real date tonight?" He smiled. We can talk about music, movies, art, whatever, but nothing fugly or magical… It will be 'normal'."

"I'd like that…Let's say, seven, Cali time… Meet me here. Ask Piper or Leo if we can use the Jeep so I don't have to stuff you into my Mini." She kissed him again and said "I love you" as she pulled out of his arms and headed down the stairs. "And, Sam" her voice carried up from the foyer "if you want to talk about marriage, we should do it while we're awake, don't you think?" He sighed and softly said "I do…" as he heard the front door close.


Dean drove Sam and Leo to the bank. After producing all the required documentation, Sam and Dean Wyatt, along with their attorney, were given access to the security deposit box. It contained almost $8,000 in cash; Dean was a little disappointed, until Leo pulled up the MSNBC app on his phone… "There are bearer bonds here and just looking at the first few companies of stock certificates, I'd say you have over $175,000 here… We'll need to take it to a broker… So, we won't get exact answers today…"

"Excuse me, um, Mr. Wyatt and… Mr. Wyatt?" The bank manager interrupted. "I found two accounts; a savings and a checking, matching your grandfather's name and social security number… When you're done here, we can do the paperwork to change those accounts as well… There's… Well, almost $200,000 between the two accounts. Here at GNB we'd love the opportunity to continue provide service to your family."

Later Leo would tease that she was not only vying for their business, she was mercilessly flirting with them both. "Can't blame her for tryin', man… I mean, she prob'ly figures a coupl'a guys who just came into serious coin are gonna blow it on booze and babes… She's thinkin' I'm hot an' I have money… an' well' Samsquatch here has money at least…"

In the end, they ended up with over $400,000 between the accounts, bearer bonds and stock certificates.


Paige smiled as Dean bounced on mattresses and the sales clerk made suggestions.

He was like a kid in a candy store and it wasn't because of all the money they'd fallen into; he was genuinely excited about his 'home'; he was nesting. The joy on his face was intoxicating to her.

"Hey, angel! Check out this one! It's memory foam!" He shouted across the store as he flipped from one side to another "It remembers me!" Paige looked apologetically at the sales clerk and said "I bet you'll remember him too!"

Dean and Sam had each picked out their respective mattresses and OK'd purchase of 8 'basic' sets along with a crib and bunk beds… They also bought a couple sofas and a few recliners.

"Why didn't you bring Phoebe here, Sammy?" Dean asked as the clerk finished up the sale. "I mean you don't want her reasons for not stayin' over to include 'you picked a bad mattress' do you?"

"She and I looked a few already… So she had a say in it. But, why are you talking like she's got a list of reasons to not stay over?"

"She should… I could help her make it… There's your smelly feet, or your stinky breath or your hairy legs, or you take up all the bed or she chokes on your un-manly mane or you fart in your sleep…." The clerk was chuckling as Sam wondered off, leaving Dean babbling at no one in particular.

That afternoon, Dean, Kyle and Piper met the delivery crew at the decoy location like they'd planned. Piper froze them and Kyle orbed everything to the bunker. Dean gave them each a hundred dollar tip for 'working so quickly'; they seemed confused but really didn't have a clue what had happened.

Sam and Paige went and picked out a bathtub. They decided to make it as fun as possible. He was instructed to 'try them out'; so, Sam sat (fully clothed, of course) in various tubs at three different home improvement stores. He got stuck more than once because he picked one that was too small. He and Paige had a blast goofing around together. Paige took pictures. She promised she'd only send them to Phoebe, and she kept her promise… Phoebe, however, sent them to everyone.


Bobby got off the phone and settled on the couch at the cabin. Jodi joined him; wrapping his arm around her shoulders and snuggling into his chest.

"I could hear Dean…" She said "He seems excited."

"Yeah, he wants us to stay over; they're gonna have a huge party this weekend… Idjit said we can have our own room, wants us to decorate it. I said we'd stay once - for the party, but we got ourselves a place here an' we don't need another - seein's how we can go anywhere we want in a blink…"

"It's nice he's got a home. I know your place was as close to home as he ever had and it was hard on all three of you to lose it."

"Yeah, it was their only home, b'sides his car." He sighed. "Also, Dean said we're getting a fancy state of the art computer system so we can track hunters an' a phone system for incoming calls when we gotta fake bein' FBI an' Federal Marshalls and the like. I guess it's gonna have hold music an' everythin'. He said this is officially a Persons of Letters branch location."

"That's great; we could use a little more tech up here…"

"Yeah, and I guess we're gonna get some hack on public surveillance systems so we can keep an eye on demons an' fuglies… Sam says it was Frank's work, he used it to track 'em. I'll have my eye out for Crowley's mischief."

"Speaking of the king… What did Crowley agree to?"

"We got more'n we thought he'd give. It helped b'cause he doesn't understand the magical community. He doesn't know I'm not alive anymore… He doesn't know the brothers're witches – Gawd is he g=onna shit a brick when he sees them in action – an' he never understood exactly how powerful the sisters really are… So he agreed to a lot he's gonna be pissed about later. Like he can't have Hell's demons possess witches an' they ain't allowed to possess good creatures like elves or fairies or leprechauns… Now he still gets control over all evil magical creatures and can do what he sees fit with 'em.

He can't hurt the Winchesters or Halliwells or sanction any offensive against 'em for seven hundred years. If'n when any of 'em die, he can't trap their souls in hell – gotta let 'em go up where they belong, that includes Dean and Sam, no Hell part deux for either of 'em. No more trappin' souls outta vengeance. He had'ta let some good folks' souls go... The bastard had Rufus and the Harvells… Also, he's not allowed to make any deals without fully explaining the terms…"

"He can still make deals, as in 'sell your soul to a demon' deals?"

"Yep, and so can his minions… If'n people're dumb enough to sign, then they we won't stop 'em... We are "team free will", after all… But he's gotta make sure they understand the real terms, full disclosure on every contract and no contracts with minors anymore…

"That's good…"

"Yeah, there were other things like he can't open purgatory or a devil's gate an' no minions possessing children… If'n he catches 'em doin' it, he's gotta deal with 'em. And Crowley hisself cannot become magical under any circumstances. All these stipulations come with an 'or we kill him' on the end."

"He agreed to a lot…"

"Everythin' 'cept Kevin and the demon tablet."

"Those are big, though…"

"Yeah, but his argument was right, he has no control over either Kevin or the tablet now an' we got a lot of immunity outta the deal. He is still an evil asshole and will continue to be a tricky bastard. We just have'ta find Kevin first…"

"Can we even do that? Dean said he's hiding from everyone…"

"Those are tomorrow's troubles, maybe even next week's. The kids stopped a merger, killed a 'big bad' and we got the King of Hell and the underworld over a barrel for the next seven hundred years." He sighed and Jodi kissed his cheek.

"As fer me, I'm gonna call it a big win."


A/N: I think that is a good place to leave it. We all know that there will always be fuglies to hunt and the fight against evil is never done… They will search for Kevin and continue to protect those who need help. Our beloved Winchesters will continue to hunt, while building lives with their respective Halliwell women. Phoebe and Sam are married exactly a year after they first met. Dean and Paige take eighteen months. There are kids and homes and dogs… There are things to vanquish and hunt but there are birthday parties and family dinners. Sam and Dean teach hunting, using the PoL's bunker as a magic school annex.

If there is something else I should specifically address but haven't - let me know and I will add an epilogue.

Thanks for reading.