Epilogue
I pray to be young and pray to be inspired.
Stockton, California…
It's been two years. Long enough to forget the nightmare of loosing Kris … …
Junior doesn't question her anymore. She can't remember anything after the mugging and maybe it's for the best. He's only happy its over and they're a happy family once again.
"Go! Go! Go!" Max shouts from the rail, it's the closest Junior dares get him but he's cheering for Kris along with his son. Back at their box, Jean has Delilah with Dani and its a family affair once again.
The last turn comes up and Kris pulls ahead on Flame. They're going to win. Junior knows they will because they've won everything else and Flame certainly is Wildfire's foal. Max screams louder than the horn or so he'd claim and he's pulling on Junior to hurry up and get them to the winner's circle where Kris will be with Flame.
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Sam spotted the picture a few weeks ago. Three to be exact and Dean's first response was to head towards California and either make sure Ruby was dead and gone or kill her for good. He didn't believe the krap in the article about Kris Furillo the Jockey while Sam kept thinking Ruby lied to him about Coma Girl but then he's had to own up there was a lot of what Ruby told him he never wanted to look too deep into. Sam turned a blind eye willingly. He broke the last seal, he set Lucifer free and many more innocent lives were lost and then he tried making it right by jumping back in the cage. He left Dean to deal with life alone which he did or tried to but didn't really manage it so well. The truth was apparent from the moment Sam showed up and Dean just couldn't go back to being Joe schmoe. Its not who they were – not who they will ever be.
Dean gets annoyed with the crowds of people at the race track but he makes sure to get his bet down which only leaves Sam on his own. Its not a problem to get back to where the horses are and Dean easily spots his brother talking to 'Ruby'. Her face is smudged with dirt, dark hair falling out of the braid and he can still see the flush in her cheeks from the excitement. She's won the race.
Sam walks up to her, a cup in his hand filled with holy water and he calls out to her.
"It's Kris." She says turning towards him, head tilted slightly and then she has to look up because Sam is way tall. "Uh, hi…?"
Sam is at a loss. He's not sure what to do now that she's looking at him and Christo had no effect either. The good thing is it sounded sort of like Kris and she gave him an out. The cup in his hand has to find its way onto her and he's thinking how to get that done without drawing attention.
"You're a…jockey." He tries a smile, hazel eyes skipping to the horse she's brushing down and raises his hand; the one holding his holy water and gets a big splash of it on her shirt.
"Oh!" Kris' shoulders hunch inward and she gasps a breath at the coolness of it.
"I'm- I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." Sam tries unsuccessfully to 'fix' his accident but she just brushes his handa aside.
"It's alright. Don't worry about it." Kris smiles thinking he's nervous around her and likely is a fan of theirs; hers and Wildfire. "I actually need to get cleaned up so…this helps."
Sam can't help chuckling and she's totally good-natured. He's gotten no response though- blacked out eyes or even smoke and its not like he can pull their demon killing knife on her in public…
"Momma!"
Both Sam and Kris look towards the stables where Dean is standing suddenly trying to look as though he hasn't been watching them but Kris only has eyes for Max.
"Momma! Momma!" Max yells, sweeps past Sam who tossed a handful of salt at Kris and jumps into her arms. "You won! You won!"
"We did!" Kris hugs him to her and they turn in a slight circle.
Sam takes a step back as Junior comes closer, a dark haired little girl in pretty white dress in his arms.
"Congratulations." Junior places a kiss on Kris' upturned lips and then has Delilah grab onto Kris. "Lilah, hey." They both laugh and Kris pecks her daughters cheek while Sam slowly moves off.
Its not Ruby.
He's sure of it and Dean's questioning expression receives a slight negative shake of Sam's moppy head. They walk away together without a backward look at the happy family reveling in their win.
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