Epilogue

"Okay," Dean said. "Now aim for the target."

"Like this?" The tiny voice of his daughter asked.

Dean smiled. "Yes, that's good. Now squeeze the trigger." She slowly pressed the trigger and the small gun kicked back in her hand. She looked at her father.

"I did it, daddy, I did it." Her green eyes lit up with her smile

"Yes you did, sweetheart." He smiled at her and pushed her brown hair over her ear. His son's frustrated yell drew his attention. "What is it, Cas?"

"I can't aim right, dad."

He came around to his son. "Okay, what's goin' on?" He knelt down to be eye level with him. Mary's blue eyes stared back at him.

"I can't get the cross hairs to stay on the target. I can't do this."

"You're only seven, son. These things take time. Why don't we take a break and see what mom's made for lunch?" Samantha immediately unloaded the gun and jumped to tackle him. He deflected and pulled the giggling girl into his arms. The three walked through the bunker to the kitchen. He set the wiggling child down and she ran to her mom.

"Don't eat yet," Mary said with her back to the table.

"I'm not," he said looking at the five year old little girl at the table. "Hello, Ellen, how are you baby?"

"I wanna shoot too daddy," she whined. "I wish I could shoot." Her bottom lip popped out in a pout that made him laugh.

"It's okay baby, you'll shoot soon enough. You need to be at least six before you can hold a gun."

The little blonde huffed. "Okay," she muttered and crossed her arms.

"Where are Sam and Cas?" Mary asked. "I thought they were going to be here."

"We are here mom," Cas said. Their mother smirked and narrowed her eyes.

"Not you two, smarty pants." She looked at Dean. "That's your DNA right there."

Dean hid his smile and popped a chip in his mouth. "They're in Nebraska and should be home tomorrow night." They sat down and ate lunch. Dean looked around at his family and smiled. He had a wife, beautiful children, and a home that kept them safe. He looked at Mary and smiled which she returned. She had truly been the greatest gift he could have ever had.

That's all folks! I have completely enjoyed writing this and I hope you liked it too. Please check out my other fanfics; Help Me Help You (Harry Potter) and I Hate That You're Perfect (Trolls). I also have a few published stories with PK Burian. The first one is David Finkleman and Dangerous Magic (more info in my profile).

Thank you for reading!