It was a little over a year later and Safara was staying with them, they were a family now. Dean and John were checking out a lead on a new hunt while Sam and Safara stayed in the motel room, Sam was applying for colleges while the female of the family was getting ready to head down to the local bar for some information on one of the victims. She was looking good with her hair down in beach waves while she was putting her makeup on in the full length mirror while talking to Sam about girl things because he was the only one who would listen. Safara loved Dean and John but they were severely emotionally stunted, which was why she talked to Sam.

"I'm cramping, pimply and feel bloated, ugh, my period's going to start soon and I hate it." She complained while putting on eyeliner then turns around to look at him only one eye done and it would have looked funny except Sam didn't laugh, but he sympathized with her giving his patented puppy dog eyes.

"We'll pick up some chocolate and a movie and have a night to ourselves sometime to make you feel better." Sam told her gently with a kind expression on his face. She smiled brightly at him in her thanks, she was so happy for having a little brother again she didn't know what she would do without him.

"Thanks Sam, you're the best." She replied turning back to the mirror to finish up her makeup. After a few minutes had past and the girl turned back around batting her eyes showing off her finished product. "How do I look Sammy?"

"Gorgeous as always Saf." He told his older sister giving her a big smile. Her eyes were dark smoky with the colors of silver, navy and black. She had bright red lips that were comically puckered as she posed for Sam. In all honestly she looked really hot. Blushing a little Safara went to go get changed in the bathroom, Sam finished up his essay then turned some music on to almost max volume, both of them singing along. Then, she came out of the bathroom in a little black cocktail dress with red stilettoes head held high matching red pearls around her neck delicately. She was holding her hair brush singing into it like a microphone smiling and laughing. They were just having a good time and being kids. When it was time for her to leave she grabbed her clutch with a promise not to be out too long and headed out, but was stopped…by the arrival of Dean and John.

"What the hell are you wearing?" Dean asked rudely taking a once over at her outfit, looking disgusted.

"It's a dress Dean, you know that thing girl wear when they want to look pretty?" She snapped back sassily with a roll of her eyes, then added. "Besides Sam thought I looked nice."

"You look like a skank."

Everyone knew Dean had dug his own grave as he was met by shocked faces from the other three members of his family. The eldest sibling suddenly gulped, a horrified expression on his face, knowing he was in deep shit. At first Safara had wanted to cry, Den was her savior the one she loved most, but then she got angry glaring at him as she brushed past opening the door turning on last scornful look before sneering: "Screw. You. Dean Winchester." And slamming the door behind her. No one spoke for a long moment.

"You're an idiot Dean." Sam told his brother before getting ready to go to bed. He was right and Dean knew that, he knew he was an idiot.

It was late by the time she had gotten home, in the time before her arrival Dean somehow managed to convince Sam to share with their Dad for the night then proceeded to sit on the end of the bed closest to the door looking at his hands pondering what he should say. When Safara stumbled inside the room her hair was a mess her makeup smudged and she was barefoot. Not wanting to push his luck Dean said nothing waiting for her to make the first move.

"Dean?" She questioned squinting her eyes to see better in the darkened room. "What are you doing in here? Where's Sam?"

He doesn't answer her at first, but then slowly raises his deep green orbs to meet her sparkling blue ones. What she sees makes her gasp. There was so much regret and self-loathing in those beautiful greens she couldn't hold a grudge against him. Before she could say anything however he spoke: "Safara…when I first seen you the best though I had was 'what a fine piece of ass' and then you flicked off that man old enough to be your father making me fall hard questioning my motives. Nothing happened however and after that you took down a freaking pack of werewolves for Christ sake. I didn't want to let you go but you left, those two years went by and when I saw you in that factory, a little piece of me died. By that point you were family and I wanted, still want actually, nothing more than for you to be protected. I'm an idiot and should know just how capable you are of protecting yourself, I mean you can kick ass, but I whole heartedly apologize for being an ass."

"I accept." There was no hesitation, no scorn or anything other than pure acceptance from the young women. Dean's gaze which had wandered when he was talking, suddenly locked its way back to meet with hers. He doesn't know why but he stands up and finds himself with an armful of a blond girl. They stay like that for a long while then separate.

"Why don't we head to bed?" Safara questions moving away towards the bathroom to take her makeup and clothes off. The Winchester in the room stripped to just his t-shirt and boxers before crawling under the comforter on the bed he was previously sitting on. Before long the women of the family made her way out in shorts and an overly large t-shirt, but she didn't get in the unoccupied bed she crawled in next to Dean giving him a took that he didn't know the meaning of. "I love you Dean.' She whispers into the hair between them. "And not as the sister way crap you keep trying to pull."

Then she kissed him and he kissed her back sparks flying nothing ever feeling like this before to either of them. They pull away breathing heavy and share a passionate look, then Safara rests her head on Dean's chest wrapping an arm around his stomach closing her eyes. "I love you too." Dean whispers back as she was falling asleep to the sound of his heart. His confession makes her smile nuzzling his chest pulling him closer before speaking herself: "Good."

A couple months later found the family of four on the east coast, the three kids were loving being neat a beach and John was happy that his kids got to be kids. Dean and Safara were going strong and it seemed like they were perfect together at least according to Sammy. The real test for their relationship wasn't until the families fifth night on the coast, John and Sam had gone someplace to get in information over an hour away while Dean had gone to someplace to get information over an hour away and Dean went to pick up supplies. Safara was assigned to clean weapons. The test however was that Dean returned from the store he seen his girlfriend in the window arguing with someone, curious he rolled down his window to hear.

"The hell made you think I was going to pack up and leave with you Ly? Not only do I have a life here, I swore I would never go back there." She told whoever it was sternly turning and running her fingers through her hair. Then a boy came into Dean's view, he was about fourteen or fifteen standing a couple of inches shorter than Safara with storm cloud grey eyes and bleach blond hair, he also had a relatively pointed face.

"Everything is going to the dogs! I need you there so grandfather doesn't marry me off! I already love Al!" The young boy screamed back fear on his face he looked so scared Dean knew Saf wanted to hug him right then but she looked too shocked to do anything.

"You don't mean Alcander Peters do you?" She asked breathlessly looking at him wide eyed her blue orbs melting into his grey ones. When he nodded she really did pull him into a big hug holding his head in the way Dean would have done if he was comforting Sammy. "You have made me so proud Lynx, you don't even know."

"Proud? Grandfather is going to kill me and you're proud? What he does to me will be ten times worse than anything he ever did you!" The boy screams at Safara, but she stays completely calm.

"Go back. He will do nothing to you. You're the heir Lynx no harm can come upon the heir." She told him in a completely unaffected manor only she could get away with and placing his face between her hands to make sure he looked at her.

"But–"

"No buts," She leaves the window for a moment returning with a box and a small vial of clear liquid. "Your question is what if father and your mother make a new heir? My answer is this vial, put it in one of their drinks and then make sure they drink it, no matter what you will be the final heir."

He looked up at her like she had hung the moon and stars with her own two hands, before giving another quick hug. Then he grabbed the vial and whispered a goodbye as he disappeared into a flash of red light. Once the light had cleared Safara stood there with a stupid grin on her face before whispering into the room: "Good luck little brother," the second she finished Dean then walks in with a serious expression giving the signal it was time for them to talk.

"Who the hell was that?" He asked in a surprised voice but seemed to remain calm even if there was a fire in his eyes. Safara stared at him with wide blue orbs instantly frozen and Dean approached her setting the groceries on the table he himself then leaned against that table waiting for an answer.

"That was Lynx Mathews." She had told him mystically obviously leaving out a fairly large detail. Dean sighed getting a beer from the refrigerator before sitting down on one of the dining chairs leaning back taking a deep breath.

"And why was Lynx Mathews here?" Dean pushed, trying to get her to tell him more. She sat upon the small countertop in the kitchen giving him nervous glances but never meeting his gaze.

"He was looking for advice." She answered.

"Really, about what?"

"About how he should be himself." They both stayed quiet for a second the Winchester never looking away from his girlfriend wanting for her to be honest on her own terms. It took a while but she looked at him with tears in her eyes before breaking into sobs throwing herself at Dean seeking comfort. Which he gladly gave her.

"Lynx nearly scared the crap out of me when he came to me in a stressed little road trip and I nearly shot his brains out. I hadn't seen the kid since I was fourteen and he was eight. He was frantic thinking his grandfather was going to kill him. I calmed him down making him see reason and gave him something I'd been waiting to use for a special occasion. He's safe." Safara explained and her boyfriend just listened only putting in when she was finished.

"I'm glad." Was his simple comment but apparently the girl wasn't finished.

"Lynx is from my old life. He wanted me to come back but I refused. That boy is a warlock Dean he as magic." Dean doesn't get angry and he doesn't get depressed all he does is pull her close and speak.

"I know that's still a part of you and I don't care. You wouldn't be you without it baby girl." He tells her confidently but something was still wrong. The young girl pulled back to look him in the eyes.

"It's not just that though, Lynx Mathews he's not just someone from my past." She pauses never taking her gaze off him. "Lynx Mathews is my little brother." It was a whisper and everything seemed to stop as Dean took in this information both their eyes boring into each other's. After a couple of beats Dean pulls her back into his chest tightly. Then he whispers to her:

"He's strong just like his sister, he'll pull through." Running his hands through her hair and keeping her tight to him, they did nothing more than ponder these new events and enjoy each other's warmth.

Disclaimer: In chapter 1

A/N: I was really pleased with the way this chapter turned out. I absolutely love Lynx, he's such a cutie and I also enjoyed that Dean and Safara stared dating. I hope you liked it!

Love form,

Saiph