Okay. I know I said that the story was over. HOWEVER! I'm not ready to end this story just yet. I have a couple surprise epilogues for this story. I wasn't sure how exactly to end this story so, I came up with a couple different scenarios. Anyway, hope you like the extra bonuses to this story. Here ya go.

EPILOGUE #1

Gun in hand, Dean Ambrose was sneaking around the house in the warm Summer air. He peeked around the corner. Nobody there. He ducked back against the brick wall of the house. He looked to his left to see if he was being followed. Nobody there either. The area was quiet. Too quiet for Dean's liking. He hated it when things were this still. It irked him. It bothered him. He knew something was up. Dean knew what he had to do. He had to find him. He had to find the suspect. And he would not rest until the suspect was apprehended.

"Come on, Jackson," Dean whispered. "Where are you?"

This was ridiculous. Dean had been playing cat and mouse with this individual for 5 minutes now. Yet, no matter how long it took, Dean would nab him. He peeked around the corner to his right once more. All clear.

Dean turned the corner, and stepped softly, keeping his back to the wall, gun extended. He reached the other corner of the house and stopped. He glanced around the wall. Again. Nobody was there. This suspect was good at hiding.

"Crap."

Where was he? This was getting frustrating to him. Okay. Dean admitted to himself that this sneaky individual was very, very, very good at throwing him off. Dean was about to give up when something surprised him from behind.

"HEY HEY HEY!" Dean hollered.

Without warning, he was fired upon from behind. Struck with water. Water splashed his back forcing him to turn around. Watergun still in hand, he turned and gasped. A dark-haired, freckle-faced, blue-eyed 6 year old boy stared up at him. Giggling. This kid was giggling at him.

"Gotcha, Daddy."

"Jackson Ambrose. I don't believe it. You shot me."

"Yes, I did."

Little Jackson Ambrose pointed the nozzle of the watergun he had at his father and fired again, aiming at his chest. Dean gasped again.

"You shot at me again."

Jackson sat the 'weapon' on the ground to his right. "Try and catch me, copper."

Dean dropped his 'weapon' and crouched down till his eyes were leveled with Jackson's. "Challenge accepted."

Jackson screamed as Dean chased him through the backyard of their house. They ran around the tree and around the swingset. Dean nabbed Jackson by the waist and pulled him backwards to his chest. Laughing, Dean grabbed his son under his arms and began spinning around in circles, lifting him off the ground.

"Getting dizzy yet?"

"Yes!"

Dean lowered both himself and Jackson to the ground. He positioned Jackson onto his back and tickled his stomach, rib cage and under the knees. The little boy laughed out loud at his father's tickling.

"Give up, boy! Give up!"

"Okay! Okay! I give up, Daddy! I give up!"

Dean lowered himself onto his back as a satisfied sigh escaped his lips. Jacksong snuggled up next to his father, resting his little head on his chest.

"You know what, Dad?"

"What, buddy?"

"I love you."

"You know what, Son?"

"What?"

"I love you too."

Dean pulled Jackson closer into a hug. He was lying in the grass hugging his son when his wife, Kayla Ambrose, approached them.

"Hey, guys. Shannon, Seth, and the kids are on their way. They will be here in a couple of moments."

"Yay!" Jackson hollered.

"Great." Dean added.

"Jackson, why don't you go inside and wash your hands before they get here for the barbecue?"

"Okay, Mommy."

Jackson stood and rushed past him mother and ran into the house. Dean rose and wiped the dirt off his jeans.

"He really loves you, Dean."

"I love him too. He's a good boy."

"He sure is. So were you."

"Whoa whoa whoa. Wait a minute. Did you say 'were'?"

"You're not a boy anymore, Dean. You're a man. You were a good boy and you are a good man."

"Now, I get it. Come here you."

Dean pulled Kayla close and their lips connected in a loving smooch. She giggled as the kiss broke.

*HONK HONK*

"They're here," Kayla stated. "We'll have to pick this up later."

"While Jackson is asleep?"

"Shannon offered to take him for tonight so it will just be you and me."

Now Dean was getting excited. "Can't we cancel the barbecue?"

"No way."

"Fine. Let's feed them and get them the heck on out of here."

"Not that easy, mister. You are just going to have to wait.

Dean put on a pout and gave his wife the puppy dog eyes. Kayla chuckled as she turned towards the house.

"No. Not going to work."

Dean ran up behind her and picked her up into his arms in a fireman carry causing her to yelp. He brought his lips back down to hers for one more kiss before he carried her into the house to greet their friends and their kids.