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Epilogue:
I was in the kitchen cooking and turned to see little Bobby playing with his food. I smiled. That boy knew how to play.
John walked into the kitchen holding little Sue.
That's right. We had given birth to twins. One boy and one girl. We were blessed and happy. The werewolves had given up, and our lives returned to the normal life of a hunter.
John would go out. I would stay home with the kids, and do the research. Eventually, Dean and Sam got old enough to go out on hunts with their father. I didn't like it at first, but who was I to not let them do what they wanted.
Little Bobby laughed as John places Sue in her high chair. He turned to me and hugged me from behind. I smiled.
"If you are trying to butter me up for food, you are mistaken, you have to wait." I said. John chuckled into my hair. "Who needs food. I have you and that's all I need." he said as he started to kiss my neck. I smiled and laughed. I pushed him away and turned to him. "Not in front of the children." I said. John chuckled and went to wipe up little Bobby who now had turned the food into face paint.
"It's funny how my father knew what he was doing. Didn't he?" I said. John smiled. "Little did he know that we would have five beautiful children." said John. I smiled. "Don't you mean six?" I asked. John looked at me with a confused face and then smiled. "You mean?" he asked. I nodded. "Yup. I confirmed it this morning." I said.
John smiled and ran to me and scooped me into a hug. "Six kids, who would have thought." he said. I smiled. I was finally happy and I guess I would have to thank whoever let the dogs out for this one.
Little did we know that those six kids we had were actually eight. And that is how I got my happy ending.