Author's note: Hey, all! I know it's been a long, long...long time, but after one of my reviewers requested some Sam/Shane closure, I just had to come up with something. Unfortunately, it has taken me for absolute ever to do so. Obviously, Knocked Up was useful as a reference as you will probably notice throughout the chapter. It inspired most of this chapter. And I also brought back that sales clerk from Juno (I just couldn't resist.) So there! Now I hope this provides the all around closure I forgot to include in the last epilogue. So anyhoo...enjoy!

Music Suggestions: 'Count on my love' by Liz Phair, 'Head on collision' by A New Found Glory, 'Feeling the moment' by Feeder, 'No matter what' by Def Leppard.

Disclaimer: After all this time...nothing's changed. I don't own Supernatural.

Sam and Shane get some closure

"Sam," Shane began as she walked into the room they shared with a bewildered expression on her face. "Something weird's going on."

"Something...weird." Sam repeated slowly, looking up from the article he was reading. Weird was something they experienced everyday. Especially whenever Taylor happened to be around. "O...kay. Elaborate."

"Lately I've been having visions." Shane began, sitting on the couch beside Sam. Curling her feet underneath her to one side, she began to rub at her ear nervously as she paused to let that phrase sink in.

"Visions." Sam finally parroted back once again, setting his laptop aside to face Shane, his curiosity peaked. Pulling her finger from her ear, he looked at her expectantly. "But you don't have visions."

"Exactly. They're really blurry, though, and I can't make any sense of them at all." Shane explained, a frown crossing her features. "And the strength of my telekinetics is starting to increase. I'm usually not even aware of the little things I do, but now...I have a nightmare or one of those visions, and the whole room shakes."

"And here I just thought that was Taylor punking us." Sam deadpanned, smiling slightly as he tried to ease the worried look from Shane's face.

"And then there's this insatiable craving I now have for Kentucky Fried Chicken and gummy bears, just like Mom did when..." Shane continued, otherwise ignoring Sam's comment as she mused out loud. Trailing off as if lightening had just struck her mind, Shane stood abruptly, a priceless shocked expression on her face.

"I've gotta go talk to Taylor." Shane said distractedly, heading for the door. The door was already clicking shut before Sam could utter a word.

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"Taylor, am I pregnant?" Shane asked as she barged into the room, using her unconscious telekinetics, that her sister shared with Dean and their three year old Sarah.

Taylor looked up at her with a bemused expression, the original start she'd given covered up well.

"Damn, Shane. What the hell?" Taylor replied, standing up from beside the task of feeding her daughter, the blade she'd drawn from her pants slid back into place as she rose. "Do I look like an f-ing pregnancy test?"

"You mean you don't know?" Shane asked flatly, her posture slumping a little. She'd just assumed Taylor had seen it and thought it'd be better if Shane found out on her own. It wouldn't be the first time. But if Taylor really didn't know...

"Whoa, hold the phone." Taylor said with a slight smile, holding her hand up as if to hold Shane back. "You think you're pregnant?"

"No. I just hopped on over here to see if I could shock you." Shane said sarcastically and then paused a moment for emphasis. "Of course I think I'm pregnant!" Shane yelled out at her sister's dry expression. Then her eyes widened in surprise and she looked around furtively to see just how many had been witness to her little outburst. Fortunately the room was empty. Dean would never let it go if he had.

"Wow. O...kay." Taylor said cautiously as her own eyes widened slightly. "Raging hormones, check." Taylor then bent down to retrieve a giggling Sarah before walking over to the door.

Speaking to her daughter in a conspiratorial voice, Taylor continued. "Looks like someone needs a pregnancy test."

Closing her eyes and rubbing a hand across her forehead while drawing in a deep breath, Shane followed Taylor out of the door.

"So," Taylor began as they climbed into the car, "Was it the KFC or the White Castle fish with cheese that tipped you off?" Taylor asked conversationally over her shoulder as she buckled Sarah into the backseat.

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As Shane and Taylor filed into the local Walgreens with Sarah on Taylor's hip, Taylor was greeted by a familiar face.

"Well, well, well, look who's back. Lookin' to buy out our stock of pregnancy tests again?" Said the clerk that had teased Taylor years before.

"Aww. Look at who's moving up in the world." Taylor shot back with false sweetness. "Small town gas station to nationwide Walgreens. Your mother must be so proud."

The nerdy clerk scowled at her as she and Shane walked past the checkout and into the store, a look of amusement on Shane's face as she picked up a basket.

"You two know each other?" Shane asked skeptically, gesturing over her shoulder as they neared the pregnancy test aisle, basket in hand.

"Oh, yeah." Taylor deadpanned as she moved the basket under the first shelf she wanted and set Sarah down on her own feet. "We go way back." She then dragged Shane and the basket along as she plunked one of each test into the basket.

"Are you sure we need all of these?" Shane asked doubtfully as the pile began to grow.

"Sure, sure." Taylor said confidently, waving her off as she dropped the last test she wanted into the basket with a resolute nod. "After all, one can never have enough and variety is always best. Trust me. I know from experience." Taylor finished before picking Sarah back up and walking off with a purpose towards the juice aisle, expecting Shane to follow.

As Shane caught up to Taylor, she was pulling a gallon of Sunny-D from the refrigerated case. Shane's eyes widened in surprise and Sarah giggled at her funny expression. Taylor noticed as well and smiled a small, knowing smile.

"Goes through you quick, my dear, and we have a lot of tests to take." Taylor explained as she handed the jug over. Shane took it reluctantly.

Taylor took off once again, this time for the checkout counter.

"But I don't even like orange juice." Shane called out desperately as she trailed off after Taylor.

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After Shane had went through about half of the pregnancy tests, Taylor glanced at the one she'd decided to take so Shane wouldn't feel like the center of attention. Her eyes bugged out slightly in shock at the positive result.

"Oh my God. No freakin' way." Taylor said bemused, close to hyperventilating. She then looked more closely and realized it looked like one of her sisters. She held a hand to her chest and sighed in relief. "It's one of yours. That was a close one, people."

Shane leaned over to glance at it as well as she threw another positive result in the waste bin. She then looked away, unwrapping another test and handing it to Taylor.

"No, it's not." Shane stated smugly as Taylor snatched the test from her grasp. "I haven't taken any face ones yet."

"No no no! Not again!" Taylor moaned miserably, head falling in her hands as she held up the second positive test minutes later. "Can't I ever predict one of these things? Who's gonna take care of us now while we're both out of service?"

At this, Sarah came up and patted the top of her mother's head in a soothing gesture.

"Don't worry, Mommy. I will!" Sarah stated enthusiastically.

Taylor groaned pitifully.

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"Why did we name the girls Odessa and Emma?" Sam asked curiously, looking over at Shane as she watched their twin girls play on the swings in the park they'd brought all their kids to.

"You remember where we were around the time they were conceived?" Shane supplied in a hinting tone of voice, hoping he'd be able to figure it out on his own. Taylor looked over at her sister with a knowing expression. She'd seen this conversation coming. She'd figured it out easily enough even before this conversation had appeared in a vision.

Sam sat back, trying to rewind the days and years. "Spring of 2009, right? Kansas City, wasn't it?"

"That is correct, Sam." Taylor answered for her sister, leaning forward to look around Shane. "Now think about the cities you passed by on the way there. You were coming from the east."

Sam leaned forward as well, resting his chin on his hand as he thought. A minute or so later, something appeared to click. "Are you kidding me? You can get that specific?" Sam asked, eyebrows rising.

Both Shane and Taylor looked at each other and then out to their children playing together.

"Yeah." Shane and Taylor answered together with matching smiles.

"Once I found out how far along I was with Sarah and later with Will, all you have to do is backtrack in the journal. Or if your memory's that great..." Taylor then trailed off for a moment. "For instance, with Sarah, we were in Indianapolis. Thankfully, I chose to not name her after the city. And Will, Willacoochee, Georgia. I did kind of name him after that one. I couldn't resist." Taylor finished, choking back a laugh.

"How do you do that?" Dean asked from across the way, having been pushing Will in a toddler swing, but close enough to hear the conversation.

"Magic, my dear." Taylor supplied after glancing at her sister as Shane smiled radiantly at Sam.

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Well? How was that? Now this really is the end. If you noticed, I also tried to tie this in with the first epilogue. If you were to insert it into the previous chapter, it would fit in right before the last scene where Dean talks to his daughter, Sarah. I figured it'd be an added bonus to describe where Will came from since I skipped over a few years between the last two scenes. See how that all worked out? For now, it stays as is. I also borrowed a line from Beauty Shop. It was the Willacoochee reference right there at the end. Like Taylor, I couldn't resist when it popped into my head. Something else I couldn't resist saying...if you're interested, go ahead and check out some of my other stories. There are plenty to choose from. Trust me, I won't mind! ;-) Well...it's been fun. WBL.