Okay, first of all, I realized looking back on my last chapter that the minister was marrying Jeff Kenline and Piper James. Oops! It was supposed to be Jen Merold.

Second, I completely forgot about something I wanted at the end of the story, so I'm just going to put it in here. This is just after they killed Yellow-Eyes.

"So, you're Dean now?" asked Piper.

Dean turned to look at the others. "Yeah, but I won't yell at ya if you call me Priestly."

"Hey, where'd you get that name, anyway?" asked Sam. "I mean, Boaz? Seriously?"

"Hey, don't look at me," Dean defended himself. "Dad made up those cards. No self-respecting bachelor picks the name Boaz."

"Hey!" said John offensively.

"You were married," Dean told him. "There's a difference."

"Well, let's get the wounded to a hospital," said Jen.

"Good plan," said Trucker as he leaned on Jeff for support.

And now, the actual story. Once again when finishing a story, I feel like I'm saying goodbye to a good friend.

P.S. I know that Sam's season six car was a 2009 Charger, but I had to change the year to match the timeline of the story. But the 2008 looks almost exactly like the 2009, so…

Epilogue

Dean jumped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and starting to dry off. The bathroom door opened, and Tish walked in.

"Oh, trying to catch me in a towel?" Dean smirked at her.

"Well, that only works if you're actually wearing the towel," Tish told him, sauntering on up to him and wrapping her arms around him.

Dean kissed her as he pulled her close and then laughed. "You're all wet now."

"I'll dry," said Tish, giving him another kiss before turning towards the sink to get ready. "Oh, Bobby called this morning. He can make it to the wedding."

"Great!" smiled Dean as he finished drying himself off and dumped the towel on the floor, turning to the clothes on the top of the toilet tank.

Tish pulled her mascara out and began applying it. "And I spoke with Bethany. She said she'll bake the cake. She even has a few figurines she's already picked out for the top. We just need to narrow them down to—"

"Tish, honey," said Dean after he got his jeans on. He placed his hands on her shoulders, stepping up behind her and looking at their reflection in the mirror. "Slow down. The wedding is still two months away."

"I'm a girl," Tish told him. "Girls freak about weddings. Get used to it."

Dean turned and pulled his shirt on. "Well, then, don't forget to enjoy it." He headed for the door.

"Hey, don't leave your towel there, you slob," said Tish, pointing at the towel bunched up in the corner.

Dean turned and picked up the towel, hanging it on the towel rack. He walked back to Tish with a smile. "Yes, dear." He gave her a peck on the cheek and then headed out through the bedroom and to the living room.

Dean grabbed his customary "in case of hunting emergency" duffel—full of a few extra changes of clothes, fake I.D.s and other hunting accessories—and plopped it down by the front door. Tish came out of the bedroom, toting her own emergency duffel.

"Wow, that was fast," remarked Dean, picking up his duffel again.

"A hunter needs to be ready in a hurry," smiled Tish, opening the front door.

Dean chuckled as he followed her out to the Impala. They threw their bags in the backseat and hopped in the front, heading into town. As Dean pulled the Impala into the small lot behind the Beach City Grill, he spotted Zo heading in the back door.

Tish climbed out of the car. "Morning, Zo."

"Morning," smiled Zo as Dean got out as well.

"Trucker behaving himself?" asked Dean as he and Tish walked over. "No wild parties?"

Zo chuckled. "Oh, Dean, you still make me laugh."

"That's my job," shrugged Dean, holding the door open for the ladies.

The three of them headed past the back office and through the storage room before emerging into the main store.

"Hey, beautiful," smiled Trucker, giving Zo a kiss.

"Hey, yourself," winked Dean with a smirk.

Trucker smiled and rolled his eyes at Dean before Zo gave him another kiss.

"See you tonight," Zo told him before heading out the front door and over towards her crystal shop.

"Apron!" called Dean as he headed over to the stove behind the counter.

Piper tossed him one from her seat at the computer. The bell on the door jingled as Jen and Jeff walked in.

"So, say…six?" asked Jeff.

Jen smiled. "It's a date." She gave Jeff a kiss, and he turned to head back to his car at the curb.

"Ooh, big plans tonight?" asked Dean, tying his apron around his waist.

Jen just stared at him. "Yeah…our anniversary? Remember?"

Dean frowned. "Gosh, has it been a year already?"

Tish patted his back as she passed with a bottle of cleaner and a rag. "You'll have to forgive my soon-to-be-husband. All he ever thinks about are cars, munitions and fight tactics."

They all chuckled as Dean took on a hurt look.

"Hey, not everything," said Dean. "I think about…stuff."

"Oh, yeah, I forgot about the classic rock," smiled Tish.

"And the girls," said Dean. "Especially this one right here." He moved up behind Tish, snatching her up in his arms and lifting her off of her feet.

Tish laughed as Dean hauled her up and then put her back down. She turned and whacked Dean in the arm with the rag. Dean laughed and retreated back to the stove as Tish went to clean the tables. Jen took over the computer station as Piper went over to the back booth where Noah and Julia sat, Noah holding a baby boy.

Piper smiled at her infant son. "Hi, baby!" She took him from Noah, holding him close. "Hey, Boaz! Mommy's here!"

"You know, I still don't get why you decided to push the name Boaz on that poor kid," Dean told her.

"'Cause if it weren't for Priestly, he probably wouldn't be here," Piper told him pointedly.

"He'll be picked on his entire life," said Dean with a pityingly look at baby Boaz.

"Then he can go by his middle name," said Piper, giving the baby a kiss.

"Jackson…" Dean shrugged. "Much better."

"Ooh, can I hold him?" asked Jen, standing and walking over to her.

Piper carefully eased the baby into Jen's arms. Jen began cooing over him, her face lighting up.

"How come you and Jeff haven't had kids yet?" asked Dean. "I mean, you love babies."

"We're gonna wait a few years," Jen answered. "We're not really ready."

"Well, you are gnna make a great mother," said Tish, wiping up a table.

Jen handed Boaz back over to Piper, who went and sat down next to Noah. They fussed over the baby as Julia waved a teddy bear in front of him.

People began filing in throughout the day, and Noah left with the kids to head to the park. It was getting about two o'clock in the afternoon when Jen looked up from the computer as the door opened.

"Hey, Dean, you've got visitors," said Jen, the smile clear in her voice.

Dean glanced over from the stove at the small counter with the register on it. Sam stood there with a petite blonde woman.

Dean startled in surprise for a moment and then smiled. "Sam! Jess! Hey! What brings Mr. and Mrs. Winchester to our neck of the woods?"

"You, actually," Sam told him.

Dean grew serious as he turned away from the stove and walked over to them.

"What's up?" asked Tish as she joined them from the storage room.

"We were hunting a few werewolves upstate when they turned into one big ole pack," Jessica explained, fiddling with her wedding ring. "It kind of became too much for us to handle by ourselves."

"What do you say?" asked Sam with a smile. "You in?"

Dean looked back at Tish and shrugged. "What do ya think?"

Tish gave him a daring smile. "Bring it."

Dean and Tish tore their aprons off as they followed Sam and Jess to the door.

"Catch ya on the back nine, Trucker!" Dean called with a wave back at their friends.

"Good luck, you two!" Trucker called back.

Sam looked back at Dean as they stepped outside. "Golf reference? Really?"

"It—it's a sport," Dean sputtered defensively.

"You pick that up when you were Priestly?" Sam chuckled as they headed to Sam's black 2008 Dodge Charger.

"So what if I did?" said Dean. "Just because married life doesn't give you time for a hobby—"

"Married life is my hobby," Sam told him, stopping at the driver's door. "Not to mention full time hunting."

"Well, good for you," said Dean.

Sam motioned to the Charger as Dean just stood there, indicating they get in.

"Oh, hell, no," said Dean. "I'm taking my wheels."

"Of course," scoffed Sam. "Sure you can keep up?"

"Bitch, you'll be eating my dust," Dean threw at him.

"Just get your car, jerk," Sam told him, climbing into the driver's seat of the Charger.

Dean turned and began heading around to the lot in the back for the Impala.

Tish and Jessica smiled at each other and shook their heads fondly. "Boys…"

Jessica joined Sam in the Charger as Tish followed Dean to the Impala. Within half an hour, both were headed down the highway, AC/DC blaring from the Impala's speakers.

THE END