AN: and here we go, the last chapter! phew Well I've enjoyed the story, not you need to tell me what you think! all reviews welcomed!

Chapter 8:

'Carry on my wayward son…'

The radio in the Impala was playing Dean's music, as usual. Sam was sitting up front for the first time in a long time. He looked back to see Danica grinning. In a car seat, in the middle of the backseat, was a little clone of Sam dressed in a red shirt and denim overalls. He was asleep now, finally.

Dean looked back as he parked the car in a driveway. Sam got out as Danica unhooked little Johnny from his car seat. She looked up at her old apartment, where all of this started so many months ago.

XxX

Danica was up early. She had just called in sick to work. She wasn't really sick, but after a dream like that, she couldn't seem to keep her stomach from churning. The last thing she needed was to serve overpriced coffee and sweets to people wearing bad cologne.

She sat back on the couch, rubbing her forehead and trying to find something to watch on TV. The dream had been so vivid, she believed it had to be true.

It was from her point of view, and she had to be very little at the time. She was in the backseat of a car. A woman with long dark hair looked back at her and grinned. Then the car came to a sudden, harsh stop. Danica had started crying.

Then she saw her mom and dad look back at her, making sure she was okay. They were both okay too, it seemed. Then there was a blur of yellow as her dad's head was slammed into the steering wheel. Her mother screamed as dark hard gripped her neck. Then she was quiet too.

Then there were the bright yellow eyes.

Danica shook her head, shivering. She had seen those eyes before. She walked over to an old photo album she had sitting on the coffee table opened it. Right there on top was an article from a newspaper: '3-year old only survivor of car wreck'.

There was a knock on the door, making her jump. She made her way to the front door and opened it. There, in overcoats and suits, were two guys barely older than her. One had a cheesy grin as the other spoke.

"Danica Richards?" she couldn't help but think he was cute

"Yes?"

"We're from the electric company." Cheesy grin said.

"We've heard reports about weird lights in your house." Cutie said.

"Come in." Danica moved for them, but she knew right away they were lying. She closed the door, "I have holy water under the sink in the kitchen and a rock salt loaded gun in my bedroom." Cutie and Cheesy grin blinked a few times, "I'm a hunter too."

"Aha. Well, I'm Dean, and this is my brother Sam."

"And you want to know how I can manipulate light?" she grinned, "Sorry, I don't have an answer for that."

"Actually, we think we can answer that for you." Sam said, "I had a similar problem."

XxX

Johnny kicked against her as she came out of thought. She looked down at him as he started fussing. She knew that cry; he was hungry.

"You're too much like your uncle Dean." She said.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Yes." Sam said, taking bags from the trunk, "You feed him, I'll unpack."

"Are you sure?" Danica asked.

"No, I want my kid to starve." He stuck his tongue out. Danica grinned.

"Yeah, yeah." Danica went inside, unlocking the door since so far there was only one key. Nothing had changed since she had started her travels with Sam and Dean. Her photo album was still on the coffee table, "Welcome home, boys."

THE END