It took a week before the snow thawed. Dean and Rebecca worked to mend their relationship. Though they were certain they, had saved Mason Dean wanted to be sure that nothing was going to drag his son through the hell he had survived. Rebecca wanted this holiday to be the best for their son. Dean anxiously searched the cabinets. His heart pounded. Rebecca had him running across town for the last week finding decorations and special ingredients for her pies. One trip took him three hours and a forty-minute wait in line at some hippy market she had found for fresh herbs. She owed him a bacon pie. He did not know what it was but she promised he would love it.
"Rebecca!" He screamed panicked.
"In the pantry where I put all the baked goods to cool." She called from the stairs.
"Yes," He spotted it near the window. The hunter took a whiff of the savory pie. "I love me some pie."
Dean turned around to find his father watching him. "Boy, you are some kind of wrong."
Mason shoved the eldest Winchester aside. He gave his father a cocky grin. "I want some."
Dean, Sam, Bobby, and John sat at the table trying to decipher what she had put in the amazing dish.
"O.k., we have bacon, potatoes, eggs, onions…" Sam said.
"Cheese, I'm tasting at least three, I think." Bobby chimed in.
"Cream?" John guessed. "But there's something else."
Mason giggled from his chair.
"Do you know?" Dean asked the boy. His son nodded. "Are you going to tell me?"
Mason shook his head.
"You know they think they found evidence of pies or pie type of pastry in the tomb of Ramses' II?" Sam ate another large piece.
"Why do you know that?" Dean shook his head.
"If you lived all those lives then that would explain your obsession with pie." He explained.
"Or I could just like pie." Rebecca came into the room followed by Ellen and Jo.
"Roads around the bar are finally clear. Jo and I need to be heading home." Ellen said touched by the scene before her. The boy she thought of as her son really looked happy. "We'll be back for Thanksgiving."
"Sam should say bye to Jo." Mason chimed in between bites.
"Yeah, Sammy say bye to Jo." The girl blushed at Dean's teasing.
"And kiss her. Girls like kissing." Mason stuck out his tongue. "Mommy makes funny noises when daddy kisses her."
"And with that…" Sam took Jo by the hand and walked her outside.
"Mase, eat." His mother swatted at his head.
"Ow," He gave her a lopsided grin that matched his fathers.
"That's my boy."
Time passed quickly for Dean. He and Mason learned about each other. Rebecca was the intermediary when they did not see eye to eye. The snow cleared and Thanksgiving came and went. Jo and Sam rented an apartment near their home. John finally admitted he was in love with Missouri. They moved in with Bobby.
They still could not find the stupid ring. Rebecca meticulously searched the house. Dean got angry. He felt his life was on hold because of the prophecy.
He was walking from the garage into the house when he saw a woman standing near the porch.
"Can I help you?" He asked as he took in the tall dark haired woman. She looked nice. She did not compare to Rebecca but she was all right.
"Dean Winchester," She smiled. Dean felt a chill run through him. "I thought you would never forget that weekend."
He raised an eyebrow. "Ma'am?"
Rebecca came onto the porch and stared at the woman. Something about her chilled the younger woman.
"I thought you should know your son." She waved to a blue car that sat outside the house. A tall young boy moved from it and went to stand next to his mother. "Dean this is Ben, your son. Bens 12 Dean. I thought he should know his father."
"Wait who are you?" He choked taking a step towards her.
"Lisa. Lisa Brennan, you said I was the bendiest weekend you ever had." She smiled as reconnection raced across his face.
"You waited twelve years to tell me I had a son?" Dean demanded.
"I couldn't find you." Lisa pleaded.
"How did you find me now?" He demanded not liking what he was hearing. He heard small footsteps rushing from the house. Mason stood next to his mother.
"Jezebel!" Mason cried from the porch. "Tah Ma Sut Kahn!"
"Mase?" Rebecca touched his trembling arm. She looked at Dean as their child continued screaming in the foreign language.
"Whore of Babylon. Leave my sight." The child's tone sent a shiver down his father. Castiel appeared behind the boy holding his blade.
"Cass?" Dean whispered. He had not seen the angel for weeks.
"Leave demon. Your kind is not wanted in this holy house." He advanced. Ben hissed. They watched in shock as his formed changed. A serpent like creature appeared. Its body slithered like a cobras.
"The house shall fall and the soul shall be mine." It hissed then vanished.
"What now?" Dean rushed to the porch and lifted his shaking child into his arms.
Castiel waved his hand. Lisa's image vanished.
"Smoke and mirrors." Rebecca stroked Mason's hair. "Just tell me Mason's soul is safe."
"The boy will not suffer as he has in the past."
Rebecca blinked. "So he's safe?"
"I believe so." The Angel followed Dean into the house.
Hours later Mason sat on his father's lap watching television as if nothing happened. The hunter shook his head when Castiel started to speak.
"Hey babe, come help mama make daddy some lunch and maybe a pie." She held out her hand.
"Apple?" The eager boy asked hurrying into the kitchen. Dean waited until he heard his sons' favorite music flowing from the room.
"What the hell? Can't we get a break?" He demanded. "We have bent ourselves in half to save him. I took the potion. Rebecca nearly died. Is something else is coming?"
"Yes, but not for Mason." Dean shivered. "Rebecca is the heart of this body."
"Cass-English." He grated.
"You told me before Dean, kill the soul, and you kill the body. Rebecca is the soul of your family. Your children feed on her strength. The only reason you have survived these centuries is because of Rebecca."
"So demons are trying to kill her?" He paced the room.
"Yes." Castiel watched him curiously. "They need the ring to break the bond."
"We can't find any ring." He threw his hands up in frustration.
"Do you love her?" He asked quietly.
"I…I" He sighed opening himself to the truth he had been denying. "Yes."
"Then ask her for it. Call her by her true name and ask her for the ring." With a flutter, he was gone.
"Sonofabitch." Dean stalked the room. Her true name? What the hell was her true name?
"Rebekah, most beloved daughter of Sarah." Dean looked into the large mirror above the fireplace. The demon that had possessed him still appeared in his form. "I told you I love her."
"Demons can't love." He denied.
"Where do you think we came from? A well of the purest love." He sighed. "You could never believe what you did not see."
"Dear God I'm going to gank you if you don't speak English."
"You have no patience." He muttered. "The first Demons. The most powerful ones… we were once Angels, the very same Angels that rebelled with Lucifer against God."
"You are one of them?" He stopped and glared at his image. The demon ignored the question.
"The ring is your love for her. Call her by her name and then take it. She is powerful, Dean." The demon dragged his name out with a hiss. "She is more than you can contemplate. All the pure power of heaven contained inside something so…mortal. Something that could wipe out say, every demon is existence. Send them all back to hell locked up tight like Lucifer."
"Including you?" He knew the answer. The question became how much did the demon love Rebecca? He waited for centuries for her. He tortured Dean for hurting her. Could he really be willing to sacrifice himself to save her?
"Not just Rebecca but her children." The demon sighed. "I still feel her fear. She will not lose her son again that is a fact and as much as I love torturing you, I cannot take him from her. I have accepted my fate."
Dean believed him-for whatever supernatural reason he believed the monster. "What do I do?"
Rebecca tussled her sons' hair. "Mase you listen to your grandfather."
"I'm not going." The four–year-old crossed his arms over his chest.
"Tag, you're it." Rebecca slapped Dean on the shoulder.
Dean took his son by the hand and led him to the road. "I know I've screwed things up majorly and I knew you remember more then you are saying."
"You never do it right." He mumbled.
"How am I supposed to do it?"
The boy threw his hands in the air. "I'm not a grown up!"
"You can remember me being a jerk but you can't remember how I'm supposed to save your mother." Dean sighed. "You go with grandpa. I'll take care of mommy."
"Don't screw up." The boy stomped to the truck.
"Ohhh, daddies in trouble." Rebecca stroked his shoulder and waved as the truck disappeared around the corner.
"You think I can do this?" Rebecca saw a brief glimpse of uncertainty in his green eyes.
"I know you can." She took his hand. "A world without demons? What are you going to do with all that free time?"
He gave her a lopsided smile. "I can think of a few things."
"Somehow I knew you'd go there." She turned back to where Sam and Jo stood.
"You know in one life you gave me twelve kid's?"
"Without drugs?" He nodded. "I must have loved you. I don't think I like you that much now."
"You better or we're screwed." Dean took her hand. All the furniture had been removed from the living room. Sam and Jo quietly watched as the pair drew the symbols on the floor as the demon instructed. Dean slowly mixed the ingredients they would use. His brother held an ancient black book in his hands. Rebecca felt his eyes on her. She took his face in her hands.
"We can do this." She whispered.
Dean touched his lips to hers. He was certain he could do this but what happens when their year was over? Would his feelings for Cassie overwhelm him? Rebecca was perfect for him. She did not understand the life but she embraced it for their boy. If he died tomorrow, she could protect Mason. She was the antithesis of everything he thought he needed in a woman. Yet, she fit perfectly in his life.
"What?" She smiled at him.
"I don't want to lose you." Jo took the ingredients him mixed and combined them in a cup with holy water. Then she handed it back to Dean.
"Ready?" Sam asked. They nodded. He began reciting from the book.
Rebecca held onto Dean's hand. He looked into her eyes as he drank the bitter liquid. She took the cup from him and drank what was left. A gentle wind swirled around them. His limbs tingled.
"Rebecca, Ming, Anise, Gertrude, Beatrice, Naomi, Ruth, Rebekah, most beloved daughter of Sarah…where is my love?" Dean recited the names the demon had him memorize. She smiled at him for a brief second then collapsed in his arms. "Rebecca!"
Dean lowered her to the ground and knelt next to her. Her skin began to glow. His head was spinning. Somewhere in the distance, he heard his brother call his name. The pair lay in the large circle. Jo urged Sam to continue to read. Small iridescent globes escaped from their bodies. Jo watched as the souls took form. Tall, short, thin, heavy, women and men of different race and colors stood before her. The youngest, an African girl about fifteen, knelt next to Dean. She stroked his short blonde hair before slipping something into his hand. A final spirit emerged from Deans' body. The giant warrior towered over the other forms. A great jewel encrusted sword hung from his waist. Long wavy locks startled Jo. He was identical to her friend yet so different. He nodded to the girl.
"Rebekah." Jo heard him whisper over Sam's chanting.
The girl bent over them. She touched her hands to their heads and joined Sam's chant. Dan and Rebecca's body lifted, Rebecca glowed brighter, a bluish haze rose from her. The girl struggled to keep control of the rolling blue haze. The warrior knelt behind her. His massive hands covered her smaller ones. Her chants became more frantic, the haze became brighter until it filled the room.
The explosion shook the house. Sam and Jo flew across the room landing hard against the wall. Sam stood up to see seven of the eight couples vanish. Only two remained the large blonde warrior and the young African girl. They rewarded him with a gentle smile before disappearing back into the motionless bodies.
"Dean!" Sam rushed over to his brother. The elder Winchester lay on his side smiling at the girl next to him. He took her right hand and slid the ring onto her finger. She laughed.
"You certainly know how to impress a girl." She laughed.
"Oh my God, Dean you were so hot." Jo gushed. "Like one of those men from the romance novels."
"Well you were also short and bald." Sam sneered slightly.
"Sammy call dad." Dean leaned into the woman next to him. His kiss was slow and sensual. Jo felt the energy from her position behind Rebecca.
Sam grabbed her arm and hulled her away from the pair. "Let's go."
"Did you feel that?" She asked as they went into the kitchen.
"Yes and I never want to feel it again." He opened his cell phone but it was frozen. "A world without Demons."
"There will still be monsters to hunt." She shook her head. Waves of invisible energy pulsed through the walls. "Is it over?"
He waited for his cell phone to reload. "The demon Bobby has strapped in his basement will give us a clue but we need to wait to hear back from the network."
Rebecca's website connected hunters from around the world. Everyone knew from the unique fan fiction she wrote to get a possessed person and hold him or her until the ceremony was complete.
"Bobby?" Sam held his breath.
"It's gone the girl is alive." There was a relief in his voice.
"Dad?" Sam tried to block out the moans that came from the other room.
"Mason did this glowing thing. These souls came out of him." Bobby sighed. "It was amazing to see Sam."
"Same thing happened here. Dean and Rebecca-whoa, man it blew me away" He listened to the couple laughing. "I'll call you back after we check the site."
"Alright." Bobby hung up the phone and watched his brother rock his grandson. The boy had been exhausted. "If that ain't something."
"Enough!" Sam walked into the room with his eyes closed.
"Stop being a bitch." Dean snarked as he lay next to Rebecca with the computer. "It's over."
"Everyone is saying the demons are gone. Pam and Missouri are channeling but nothing yet. It may really be over." Dean rolled her over onto her back. "How are you feeling?'
"Good, really, really, good." Tears formed in her eyes. "Did you see her?"
Dean nodded unable to speak. For a minute when their spirits returned to their bodies, he saw their daughter resting inside of her mother. He ran his hand over her flat stomach.
Sam slid down the wall. The realization of what they had done overwhelmed him. The force that dictated his life for so long was gone. There were still Windigos, werewolves, and vampires to hunt but the real threat to their family was gone.
"So what now?" Jo sat beside Sam holding his arm.
"I want a real Christmas." Dean sat up pulling Rebecca along with him. "A big tree, lots of lights, presents for days, and pie."
They laughed. "Can't forget the pie."