Last bit of this one I'm afraid - decided to put a little epilogue that should hopefully bring it right up to the beginning of Rituals and Chocolate Cream Pie.

If you want to find out what happens next I suggest you read that - that is if you are willing to go through all of that one (14 chapters and still rising).

Anyways hoped you liked this one - let us know what you think because, well I have these self esteem issues and getting a review or two to tell me what someone thinks sometimes helps ;)

And thanks must be said to Twinkiecat and Mayalaen with regard to betaing this for me.

Two Years Later (June 2026)

"John, what are you doing sitting in the dark?" Ellen asked as she came into the kitchen and flicked on a light

John turned his head. "Thinking. Anyway, not in the dark. Back light is on."

She put a hand on his shoulder as she joined him. "The porch light?"

"Yeah," he said with a smile.

"It's been more than a month, John," she said as she saw the page on the photo album he was on.

"I know, and before you say it, I know it's been nineteen years," John said, pulling her into his lap.

"Is this because of the doctor today?" Ellen asked.

He shook his head. "No, tests are routine. They'll be the last ones, remember?"

"If they come out all right," Ellen said.

"They will," John replied. "You shouldn't worry about it."

"Well, I do. But if it isn't that, then what?"

John shrugged. "I don't know."

"John, you sulked on Sam's birthday, and you were a bear with a sore head on the actual anniversary. So what now?"

"Nothing. Hell, I don't know," John said. "I can't get over it. Sam's forty-three now."

"And Dean would be forty-seven, and Jo would be forty-one, although she would definitely not like that."

"I'll take your word on it," John said, giving Ellen a small kiss.

"You coming back to bed?"

"In a minute," he said as she got up to go. "I've been thinking."

She stopped and turned. "Why don't I think this is good?"

"Why don't we get away for a couple of days?"

"Excuse me?" Ellen asked.

"Why don't we? It's quiet. Why don't we just go?"

Ellen rubbed her brow. "Quiet? You think it's quiet?"

"You know what I mean."

"John, Alec has disappeared with Max doing something that involves the Russian Mafia as well as stealing something from White if what I can get out of Logan is right, which means we will probably be patching up some piece of your son when he comes back. Molly is at the end of her rope because she has been dumped with most of the arrangements for Eve's birthday party while Gem fills in at Command, and you have caused half of the hunters in the country to bring dead birds here, filling up the freezer in the bar you talked me into buying."

John smiled. "Yeah, it's quiet."

"Jesus, John," Ellen said with a shake of her head. "Anyway, I thought you were going to help Fix-It and Luke set up their garage?"

"I'm semi-retired, which means I can take time off when I want to. Anyway, they need to start doing things by themselves, get some confidence in running things," John said. "I'm not talking about a cruise; just a couple of days."

Ellen smiled. "While the painting is going on?"

"Maybe, but you need a break I need a break, and you got to admit, it would be nice to get away from here while the place turns into a disaster zone. We'll be back in time for the results. Carr said it'd be about a week."

"You called Joshua, didn't you?" Ellen asked.

"Yeah," John admitted. "He said he can touch up Billy's wall while everyone else does the rest."

"Okay," Ellen said, not really wanting to be around the house as Joshua worked on the mural he had done for her son a few years before, "a couple of days away would be nice."

"Yeah, it would, wouldn't it?" John said. "There is a place a couple of hours outside the city, hires cabins out. What do you think?"

Ellen nodded. "Yeah, sounds nice, but why do I feel like we're tempting fate here."

John shrugged. "What could happen?"

"With this family?" Ellen asked.

Wyoming

"Eighty, right?" the man said as he counted the cash.

His opponent shook his head. "Sorry, dude, it was an even hundred, but don't take it too hard. I'll buy you a beer."

"Fine," the man said as he was poured a glass from the pitcher.

"So Seattle. What is it like?"

The man shook his head. "You seem like nice people, for a bunch of pool hustlers, anyway, but I'd be lying if I tell you going that way is a good idea."

The three of them looked at each other before turning back to the man they had just taken a hundred bucks off of.

"Why do you say that," Sam asked to which the man just looked confused.

"You guys been stuck down a rabbit hole or something?"

"Humor us," Sam replied.

"Because the freaks are there?"

"What freaks?" Jo asked.

"You don't know? Good luck, then," the man said, picking up his glass and walking off.

"Dean?" Sam started to say.

"Don't say it, Sam," Dean said cutting his brother off. "We're going."

Sam clenched his jaw. "I'm not saying not to go. What I'm saying is going in when we don't know what we're facing might not be a good idea."

"Doesn't matter about any 'freaks' that may or may not be in Seattle. We are going, and putting it off isn't going to help things," Dean said to Sam and Jo. "Look, I know the past couple of weeks have been fucked up, even by our standards, but if we have come unglued in time or space or whatever geek-type metaphor you want to use, then we need answers from someone we can trust. That means we are going to Seattle, because if there is a chance that Ellen and our dad are there, then that is where we are headed; 'freaks' or no 'freaks', you got me."