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Chapter 34

After a good twenty minutes of dozing lightly, Sam Winchester's eyes fluttered open and blinked a few times as his surroundings registered to him.

He'd conked out in the Grecian sofa by the window in his son's nursery with said baby son sleeping peacefully over his heart.

A loving smile slowly formed across Sam's face as gazed down at the serene little face of Tristan Dean Ozzy Winchester, who still had the pacifier firmly between his little toothless gums. Sam carefully, gracefully stood from where he'd been laying on the sofa. The baby stirred a little at the movement but thankfully didn't rouse from his slumber. Sam made his way over to the dark mahogany crib and took a moment to look over the many small, intricate symbols and signs that had been carefully carved into virtually every inch of the wood.

This crib had been a gift from a mysterious and as of yet faceless friend of Alkaya's known only by the name of Naima. The crib had simply materialized into the almost finished nursery about two week after Tristan had been born.

When asked about this Naima, all Alkaya would say was that, this mysterious woman was a fellow hunter for the Higher Powers, and a very powerful on at that. Naima was like a sister to her and that was all that Alkaya say about the other woman.

Sam pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of his sleeping baby boy's head before carefully lowering Tristan into his crib, laying him on his front the way he liked to sleep.

Sam turned and picked up the Bugs Bunny baby blanket and softly draped it over his son's little body.

" Daddy loves you with all his heart Baby Boy." Whispered Sam as he gently ran a hand over Tristan's blanket covered back before quietly slipping away and out of the room. Once he was standing in the hallway, his eyes grew pale blue once again as his lips spoke a quiet latin command.

" Servo." (Guard)

The blessed sheild given by the Higher Powers was instantly activated, the walls and empty voice where the door was beginning to swim with a glittering silver light.

Now, only Sam, Alkaya, Dean, John, and Missouri were allowed to enter Tristan's nursery, anyone else who tried would bounce off, literally.

Anyone who didn't get the hint and kept trying, would end up extra crispy.

Sam quietly made his way downstairs and as he neared the final steps, his ears caught the feint sounds of someone moving about in the kitchen.

" Hey Missouri." Called Sam as he spotted the older psychic in the kitchen, she was making her customary cup of tea. Sam walked into the livingroom and all but fell into one of the large sofas.

" Hey honey, is Sugar Pie asleep?" Asked Missouri as she walked into the livingroom with a fresh, steaming cup of tea as she took a seat on the sofa opposite Sam.

" Yeah, he's out like a light. But he did manage to throw up all over one of my favorite shirts before he nodded off." Answered Sam, completely deadpanned. Missouri chuckled hartily at this information, Sam joining in as they delighted over Baby Tristan's antics. Then, the tappered off into quiet conversations about life in general.

In three months, the lives of the three Winchester men had changed dramatically. John, Dean, and Sam Winchester no longer roamed the whole of the United States like nomads, drifting from one hunt to another.

Lawrence, Kansas had once again become... Home.

Dare it be said that nowadays, the Winchesters were moonlighting as... Honest Citizens, with regular Day Jobs.

Now, one may ask how this titanic feat was made possible considering the rather large accumulation of credit card fraud, use of fake identities, grave desecrations, illegal impersonations of law enforcement personnel, the press, even federal agents, and a whole slew of other felony transgressions including unfortuantely, a wrongful murder charge on Dean's list of mis-steps thanks to that damn shapshifter.

The answer was simple.

Sam and Alkaya, working in conjunction.

The two of them together had used their powers of mind-control, along with a little electrical manipulation to conveniently have certain personal records permanently deleted and wiped from state and government databases. And on top of that, between them, they'd mind wiped anyone with knowledge of any of the Winchester's wrong doing.

And, this little record expungement had been acted upon not a moment too soon since Sam had discovered that a Federal Agent by the name of Viktor Henricksen had been following the Winchesters through all of their trangressions and was getting ready to start hunting them down.

But thankfully, the FBI agent had been no match against the powerful mind control of one Sam Winchester.

He forgot what he'd been working on, and moved on to a new case involving extortion between some big-shot companies in Washington, D.C.

This impending crisis had been averted thanks in part to Alkaya suggesting it to Sam while the two of them had been enjoying giving Tristan his afternoon bath. It had given the three oldest Winchesters a clean legal slate. In a manner, the Winchester family had been given the chance to start over a little, sure they were still Hunters of all things Supernatural and weird, but now, they didn't have to worry about the Feds pouncing on them and getting thrown in the slammer for a hundred plus years to life.

They had a few less things to worry about now and could focus on the more important things, like actually living life and collectively raising the baby boy that had come into their lives.

And, as for the regular Day Jobs mentioned earlier.

Hell had indeed frozen over.

John Winchester, senior Demon Hunter of the family, had gone back to his roots... as a Auto-Mechanic.

And where their father went, Sam and Dean decided to join him.

The three Winchester men, among the best hunters known through the network of Demon Hunters, were all working at Larry's Automotive Garage...

Like normal, law abiding citizens.

Oh yes, Hell had definitely frozen over the day that had happened.

Meanwhile, on a road just outside of Lawrence...

The night air was calm and quiet as a soft yet slightly chilly wind picked up and blew across the open asphault.

Then, a feint crackling filled the air as a few miniscule sparks of blue light popped over the blacktop.

Then, there was a loud, booming crack before a feiry blue light illuminated the empty road, the ball of blue light moved down the road until it died away to reveal a sleek, black 1967 Chevy Impala driving with all four wheels firmly on the asphault.

" Man, no matter how many time we do that to get home faster, I am never gonna get used to it." Said Dean, his voice slightly shaky and his hands white-knuckled as they gripped the steering wheel.

" Me neither." Added John as he sat somewhat rigid in the from passenger seat.

" Sorry about that." Said Alkaya apologetically from where she sat in the back seat.

" It fine really, just a little jarring that's all, I'm just glad were back." Assured John.

" Yeah, and it's still pretty early, not even 9:00 yet. I think that might be a new record." Smiled Dean as he drove straight onward into Lawrence.

A good twenty minutes later they were pulling into Missouri's driveway with the door to the garage opening for them.

Sam.

Dean and John couldn't help but smile to themselves as they watched the young woman in the backseat twitch restlessly and search with blue-green eyes for the now second youngest Winchester as the Impala pulled into it's now customary spot beside Missouri's own car.

Once the Impala was turned off, it's three passengers climbed out.

" Hey guys." Came a familiar, deep voice.

All three hunters, returning safe and well from a successful battle against a werewolf looked up to see the fourth hunter of the family standing in the doorway that led to Missour Mosely's kitchen.

" Hey Sammy, how was diaper duty?" Asked Dean with one of his signature smirks.

" Oh Man Alki, tell me you didn't spill the beans about tonight's barf-fest." Groaned Sam as he walked into the garage with Missouri chuckling behind him as she followed in his wake.

" Sorry Bean Stalk." Shrugged Alkaya with a small smirk.

" You really are a Big Mouth ya know that?" Said Sam as he stood beside his father.

" How'd the hunt go?" Asked Missouri.

" It went fine, 'cept for the part when dad here temporarily forgot how to duck." Answered Dean as both he and Alkaya gave the oldest Winchester a look.

" Oh really, well then, what do you have to say for ya' self John Winchester?" Asked Missouri as she put her hands to her hips and pinned the Winchester with one of her patented Mother-Hen glares.

Sam quirked an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest as he two joined the " Pin Dad with a Look" party.

" Oh come off it, like I told these two, that damn Overgrown Mutt was really fast and besides, Alki here clobbered him with one of those flaming torpedo things before me and Dean shot him full of silver." Grumbled John as he squirmed under the four gazes zeroed in on him.

" Heh, after that, the lady here pulled some freaky mojo that pulled the ghost guy the wolf used to be out into a white ball of light before it turned into something human. He actually thanked us for wastin him before he just melted. Now that was freaky." Said Dean as all eyes went to the blue-green eyed woman among them.

" What? All I did was set his trapped human soul free. After that it was just a regular bon-fire." Replied Alkaya.

The five adult melted into quiet chuckles and feelings of relief at a job well-done and a safe return home.

" Is Honey Bear asleep?" Asked Alkaya as she stood across from Sam.

" Yeah, he's out like a light and the guard's up and working perfectly." Answered Sam with a smile as he gazed at the woman he was madly in love with.

There was suggestion within his gaze that called for those who weren't Alkaya Duncan to basically take a hike.

" Hey cool, I'm off to see the little guy before I turn in." Said Dean, immediately catching on to the look Sam was giving his girl.

" C'mon Dad." He added as he tugged lightly on his father's jacket sleeve, John was confused for a moment but, one look at his youngest son and the blue-green eyes girl who'd become a daughter to him and he instantly got the message.

" Yeah... let's go see the baby." Said John as he, Dean, and Missouri left the two love birds and young parents to boot, to each other's company.

The second Sam was sure that the rest of the family was well up the stairs, he all but pounced on the mother of his son.

Alkaya gave a small, startled yelp that ended in a small, muffled giggled as Sam's mouth covered her's in a very sultry, passion filled kiss. His long arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her flush against him.

Alkaya in turn, melted into the kiss with a smile as her eyes fluttered shut and her arms instinctively wrapped themselves around Sam's neck and shoulders as she responed in kind.

Sam made a small noise of approval before he tightened his hold around his woman before he stood to full height.

They pulled apart with a laugh as Alkaya felt her feet leave the garage floor.

" Hey, not that I'm complainin but, what was all that for?" Asked Alkaya as she gazed down at the smiling face of Sam Winchester.

" No reason, just showing a little love and gratitude for what you do when you aren't being a really sexy Demon Hunter." Answered Sam with a small chuckle as held his girl up with no problem at all.

" By the way, have you notice how must our son acts like a mini-slime machin?" Asked Sam.

" Oh stop, he probably throws up when you or your father and brother hold him cause it's his special way of saying he loves you." Chuckled Alkaya.

" Or maybe he's just telling us that we don't hold a candle to his mommy." Replied Sam, his voice lowering a little at the end as he stared up at the woman he loved.

" Maybe, but enough about slime, there's something else I wanna do, an it don't involve long conversations." Purred Alkaya before she closed the distance between her and Sam, her lips covering Sam's and ending any chance of a reply.

Sam gave a small growl of approval as he now responded in kind.

Meanwhile, upstairs on the second floor inside Baby Tristan's nursery, Missouri let out a small chuckle, grabbing the attentions of Dean and John from where they all stood beside the sleeping baby's crib.

Dean knew immediately why she had laughed, and he spoke with a small groan.

" Lemme guess, those two are making out like a couple of horny, love-sick teenagers aren't they."