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A/N: Sorry this is taking so long to finish…I promise I'll cut this short. I think I've decided what I want to happen, and, well, that's just the way it's gonna be! Thanks to reviewers…you're all wonderful and have my undying love and gratitude 

Chapter Six: Just left of normal…

2 years later

The smell of steak wafted through the kitchen from the grill on the back porch. A seven-year-old Lilia wandered in, a slight scowl on her innocent face. Micah couldn't help but laugh at her daughter, wondering just what Dean had done to disillusion her now.

"What is it, baby?" Micah rounds on her little girl, sitting down in a chair at the kitchen table.

"Daddy told me that Uncle Sam isn't coming tonight," she sighs, sitting across from her mother and settling her chin heavily into a cocked hand. "But I think he's lying."

"Well…let's use that little trick that Uncle Sammy taught you. The one Daddy doesn't like because he can't do it," Micah grins mischievously, tapping her temple. "Think really hard about Uncle Sammy, okay?"

The growing girl closes her eyes tight, as silence fills the room. Moments later, she gasps, and her eyes pop open, a bright smile gracing her lips. "Daddy's a liar," she laughs. "Uncle Sammy's in the car right now."

Just as she finishes her sentence, they hear Dean clear his throat in the doorway. "That was supposed to be a surprise," he grumbles, leaning against the counter.

Micah looks up at him apologetically, standing and striding over to him. Lovingly, she wraps her arms around his waist and leans in close to him, her lips next to his ear. "Yes, well, you can't keep things from us psychics," she teases. He shivers at the feel of her warm breath against sensitive skin. "Besides, if you're good and let this go, I've got a little surprise for you later on."

Grinning wildly, Dean pulls away, looking into her eyes. "Fine, I'll let it slide," he agrees. "I'm such a sucker for you." Grin still intact, he kisses her lips softly, pulling away when he hears the rumble of the Impala down the street.

"I know, 'your baby'," Micah interprets the excited look in his eyes and steps back to let him pass.

"Sammy!" Dean greets his little brother from the front porch.

Sam steps out of the passenger side of the Impala, stretching his cramped muscles. "It's 'Sam'," he sighs, walking up to his brother and pulling him into a large hug.

John Winchester steps out of the driver's side, fixing his eldest son with a proud smile. "Dean, good to see you," he states, striding toward the steps to mimic the motions of his younger son.

"Glad to see she's still in one piece," Dean laughs, looking between his brother and father toward the shining black beauty.

"What? You thought I'd let you down?" Sam cocks an eyebrow. "How's life?"

"Good," Dean replies. It's not the first time, but Sam notices how much 'normal' suits his brother.

He tunes out as his father and older brother catch up, as he glimpses a set of bright green eyes and a smiling young face behind the screen door. He grins up at his niece, making his way up the stairs.

"Uncle Sam!" she calls, finally swinging open the door and running to him. She's small, like her mother, and he immediately reaches down to pull her up into his arms.

"Hey munchkin! How's it goin'?" They share a secret look, each of them communicating wordlessly.

"Sammy," Micah states, appearing in the open door, a small boy of about 9 months perched on a hip. "How are you?"

"I'm good, you?" Micah smiles and nods. "And how's my big man?"

"Crete just woke up from his nap," Micah says in a motherly tone, looking at her son.

John and Dean have just reached the bottom of the steps, and Micah and Sam share a glance, each rolling their eyes at the two men talking shop. "Grandpa!" Lilia exclaims.

John immediately quiets, smiling up at his granddaughter and taking her into his arms. "How's my princess?" he greets, continuing into the house.

"Did you bring me anything?" Lilia inquires innocently.

"You know, I did have something in the back seat of the car. From Louisiana," he replies wistfully.

Lilia moves to jump down and sprint for the car, but Dean's words stop her. "Uh-uh, little miss. Not until after supper," he instructs, and she sighs, settling back into John's embrace. "You spoil her rotten, Dad."

"Well, someone's gotta do it," John admits, which brings a chuckle from Dean. "Besides, don't try to tell me that you don't bring her back plenty of things when you come out on trips."

Dean can't deny that. Each time he leaves, he returns with gifts for all three of them. The first time he'd gone out after finding out about Lilia, he'd brought back a beautiful diamond engagement ring for Micah. And a gigantic teddy bear for Lilia.

"So, what's for dinner?" Sam asks, sitting down in the living room. "I'm starving. I thought you were a stickler on the stops, but Dad's worse."

Dean laughs, sitting in the armchair across from his brother, who holds Crete securely in his lap. "Steaks are already on the grill."

It had surprised Dean how well he'd fit into this lifestyle. John had taken it all in stride, and was happy simply because his son was. Sammy had become accustomed to life on the road, but Dean and John both knew that he'd be looking to settle down soon himself - and they were both prepared for it. Work had slowed a bit, but there was still plenty of evil out there to kill.

Micah had of course said yes to the engagement ring, and that was the night she'd told him she was expecting. They'd been married in a small, simple ceremony just two months later, and seven months after the wedding, Crete came along. That's when they'd moved. Away from Ashland, and out of Maine. They'd settled, to Dean's own surprise, in Kansas. He'd always thought of it as home, but they chose not to live in Lawrence. Dean had said there was too much history there.

All in all, life had turned out to be quite what Dean Winchester had expected. Somehow, he'd found that he liked the surprises. Of course, surprise was usually only something he and Crete could share, as the two women of the house could use their 'abilities' - which Dean found quite unfair.

Sitting at the dining room table, he looked around at his unique family, and decided that maybe, he hadn't quite found normal, but it was as close as he would ever get. And as close as he ever needed to get.

A/N: Okay, so I hadn't originally planned on such a happy ending…though I did plan on the story being short! But, I'm in a good mood, and was reading all kinds of stories earlier where Dean never got what he truly searched for…so…I decided to give him a happy ending! Hope ya'll liked it!