A/N: Thanks for all the support, again! You are awesome! Keep enjoying! So, this chapter here wasn't exactly in the role play, so I had to kind of make it up as I went along. It's all a dream sequence, so most of it is in italics. I hope it doesn't disappoint. Enjoy!

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CHAPTER ELEVEN: WOULDN'T IT BE NICE IF...

Sam drifted off to sleep, the smell of Flare engulfing him. Suddenly, he found himself dreaming.

Sam was dressed and ready for work. He had a big case today, and he was determined to stick to his good name and win. As he walked down the long, beautiful staircase, the smell of pancakes filled the air. Using his nose as a compass, he followed the scent into the kitchen. There, he saw Flare, as beautiful as ever, making him breakfast.

"Good morning, beautiful," he cooed, walking up behind Flare, wrapping his arms around her waist. He planted a soft kiss on her neck. "Mmm...they smell so good."

Flare smiled. "Thanks baby," she whispered, planting a kiss on his lips. "How long before you have to go to work?"

Sam looked at his watch. "About and hour."

"Good. That means we have time to eat breakfast."

Suddenly, a tall boy, about the age of sixteen walked into the kitchen. He took his usual seat by the window, leaning his elbows on the table. "Morning, Mom. Morning, Dad." He sniffed the air. "Mmm...they smell so good."

Flare laughed, saying to Sam, "You can tell he's your son." She walked over to the boy, placing a plate of pancakes in front of him, planting a quick kiss on his forehead. "Good morning, John."

John wiped at his forehead. "Man, Mom, I hate it when you do that," he complained. Flare only smiled.

Sam sat opposite John at the table, looking at his boy. "So, what are your plans today?"

"School. Soccer practice. Home."

Sam nodded. "What time does soccer practice end?"

"Five."

"Good. I'll be at the school to pick you up at 5:30. We have a big night planned tonight, so I want you on your best behavior."

John rolled his eyes. "When am I not?"

Sam smiled at him as Flare set pancakes down in front of him. He took a big bite, moaning dramatically to let her know that he loved them.

"So, what are these big plans that you speak of?" Flare asked Sam, serving two more plates of pancakes, taking one for herself and setting the other on the table between John and Sam.

"Dean's coming over later. He has a new girlfriend, and I told him we'd love to meet her."

"Uncle Dean's coming over?" came a small voice from the doorway.

Sam looked at the origin of the voice, smiling at his daughter. "Yep, and he is just dying to see you, Gracie."

She smiled, running into Sam's outstretched arms and giving him a big hug. Sam hoisted her up onto his lap. "Is he bringing Lilly?"

Sam chuckled. "No, Lilly and Uncle Dean aren't really together anymore, sweetie."

"Oh, does he have a new friend?"

"Yeah, and we're going to meet her tonight."

She smiled. "All right," Flare said, looking from Sam to their daughter. "Gracie, don't you think you should eat your breakfast before Mommy has to take you to school?"

Gracie nodded, jumping from Sam's lap and moving to sit in her seat. As she looked at her pancakes, she smiled, taking a bite.

At the end of the hour, Sam jumped into his silver Lamborghini, throwing his brief case in the back seat as John climbed into the passenger seat. "Seat belt," Sam ordered before starting the car and pulling out of the driveway.

Meanwhile, Flare helped Gracie into the car, driving her to elementary school. Once they arrived, she planted a quick kiss on Gracie's cheek before she got out of school. "Have a nice day, sweetie!" she called as Gracie walked into her classroom. Finally, she pulled out of the school parking lot and drove in the direction of her favorite restaurant, planning on meeting her friends there.

Sam stopped the car beside in the school parking lot, giving John a small smile as John got out of the car. "Good luck at practice tonight, buddy. Knock 'em dead."

John smiled. "You too, Dad."

Sam smiled again, knowing that was John's way of wishing him luck on his case. Sam drove off in the direction of the courthouse, feeling very good about his chances of winning.

"And therefore, your honor, there is no way my client could have committed this heinous crime." He turned to look at the jury. "Well, unless he has somehow managed to crack the secret to being two places at once." He chuckled, the jury doing the same.

He waited in the lobby while the jury came to their decision. He had a broad smile on his face as he was called back into the room for the verdict.

The first chair juror stood. "We find the defendant, not guilty, your honor."

If possible, Sam's smile widened, his client wrapping an arm around his shoulder, thanking him for a job well done. Sam glanced at his watch. 4:30; just enough time to get to the school by 5:30. He politely said his goodbyes, walking to his car once again and driving to pick up his son.

Once back at the house, Flare had a lovely dinner cooking in the oven. Sam changed his shirt, wanting to look a little more casual than court room clothes. At 7:00, there was a knock on the door. "I'll get it!" Gracie yelled, running to the door. She opened it, seeing Dean and a woman. "Uncle Dean!" she exclaimed, holding her arms up in the air, waiting for him to pick her up.

He didn't disappoint. He picked her up, pulling her into a tight embrace. "Hey there, munchkin! Long time no see!" He put her back down, tapping her nose. "Geez, I think you grew a foot since the last time I saw you."

She giggled, a blush forming on her cheeks. Dean looked at John who had come out of the kitchen to join them. "And look at you," Dean exclaimed. "All grown up, now."

John smiled, puffing out his chest. "Well, I am sixteen, now."

Dean nodded. "Yes, you are. How's soccer?"

John shrugged. "It's going okay."

Suddenly, Sam came into the room, and it was like time stopped. Sam and Dean hadn't seen each other since their father's funeral two years ago. Sam had been away on business last time Dean had come through, so he had missed him. Sam walked closer to Dean, wrapping an arm around him in a brotherly embrace. Dean did the same, tightening his grip when he thought Sam was going to pull away too early. With a slap from each brother, they pulled free, smiling at each other.

"How have you been, Sammy?"

"I've been good. How about you?"

Dean shrugged. "I can't complain." He pointed to the girl standing beside him. "This is Lisa."

Lisa smiled at Sam. "Hi. I've heard so much about you, Sam. Dean talks about you all of the time. All nice things. He really misses you when you're not with him."

Dean smiled, wrapping his arm around Lisa's waist and chuckling. "She talks too much." He looked at her and smiled. She smiled back, knowing he was just joking.

Sam looked at Dean. "Well, Flare said dinner was ready, so if you're hungry--"

"I'm starving," Dean interrupted, walking to the dining room. "Flare! You're looking as beautiful as ever. Dinner smells delicious."

Flare laughed. "Thank you, Dean. I'm sure you'll be pleased with our dessert selection."

Dean smiled. "Is it pie?"

Flare smirked. "Of course it's pie. What else would it be?"

Dean smiled. "You're awesome."

At around 11:00, Sam and Flare headed to bed. They had sent Gracie to bed around 8:00, and John at 10:00. Now, Dean and Lisa were the only two awake. Lisa rested her head on Dean's shoulder, closing her eyes. "Are you ready to go to sleep, baby?" she asked, kissing his neck.

Dean pulled away, slightly. "Nah, you go ahead. I'll be in later. I want to finish this movie."

Lisa stood up. "Okay. Don't be too long."

Dean smiled, letting her know he wouldn't be. As soon as Lisa was out of sight, Dean sighed, getting up and walking to the kitchen. He rummaged through the fridge, pulling out a beer. He walked back into the living room, taking his seat back on the sofa. He popped the cap off the beer bottle, taking a long pull of the amber liquid, lowering it from his lips with a loud "Ahhh."

Suddenly, the light came on, causing Dean to jump. He hid the bottle as well as he could. "Sam?" he asked, seeing a figure in the doorway.

"Dean, what are you doing?" Sam asked, sitting next to him.

Dean smiled. "Drinking a beer."

"It's late. Shouldn't you be asleep?"

"Okay, mom." He smirked.

"Oh, speaking of Mom, her birthday is next week. Are you still going to be in town?"

"Yeah, I could stay here until after Mom's birthday. I've been dying to see her, anyway."

Sam got up, walking to the kitchen. He returned with a beer of his own. "Cheers," he said, lifting the bottle in Dean's direction and taking a long swig. He smiled at his older brother, missing the days they had done this all those years ago. "So, what have you been up to, lately?"

"Oh, you know, the garage is taking off. Got a few customers. The people around Lisa's house really know how to screw up their cars." Dean smiled. "How about you?"

"I won every case since the last time you saw me," Sam proudly explained. "So, I guess you could say I'm doing pretty well." Sam's smile fell a little.

Dean noticed. "What's the matter, Sammy?"

Sam shook his head, a tear falling from his eye. "It's just...it hasn't been the same without you, man."

Dean nodded. "I hear you. But...after--" He pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. "It's hard, Sammy."

"I know. Flare feels the same way. And I hate it."

Suddenly, Gracie came into the room. Sam looked up at her, pulling her into his arms. "What are you doing awake, sweetie?"

"Daddy, I'm afraid of the monster in my closet. He won't go away," Gracie explained, scared.

Sam smiled, looking over at Dean. "Well, I have a monster to go chase away," he explained with a smile. "Get some sleep, man. I'll see you in the morning."

Dean nodded. "Good luck, Sammy. Show him who's boss."

Gracie ran back to Dean, wrapping her arms around him. "Goodnight, Uncle Dean."

He wrapped his arms around her. "Goodnight, munchkin." As he watched them leave, he smiled.

Slowly, Gracie followed Sam. Once Dean knew they were out of eyesight, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a picture of a woman. He smiled at it, remembering the times he had with her. Slowly, he turned it over, reading the back. 'To my one, true love. I love you, Dean. Love, Abbey.' A tear fell from his eye as he remembered the day she died, a part of him dying with her.

He walked into the closet. "All right, Mr. Monster, my daughter doesn't want you in here anymore, so you have to leave now." Sam smiled at Gracie. "All right. Thank you, Mr. Monster." He walked out of the closet, picking Gracie up and putting her on the bed. "Okay, honey, he's gone, now. He said 'bye'." Sam smiled, kissing her forehead. "Get some sleep, sweetie."

"Goodnight, Daddy," Gracie said, rolling onto her side and closing her eyes.

Sam padded back into his bedroom, crawling into the bed with the woman of his dreams. Flare moaned as Sam lay down, scooting closer so that there was no space between them. Slowly, she opened her eyes a little bit. "Is everything all right?" she asked, sleepily.

"It's fine. Just a little monster problem." He smiled, giving her a soft, passionate kiss. "Goodnight, baby."

Flare wrapped her arm around Sam, resting her head on his chest. "Goodnight, Sammy."

The sound of the motel door opening jerked Sam out of his slumber, and he braced himself, ready to fight if necessary. He relaxed when he realized it was just Dean. He realized that it had all been a dream. The normal life, the happy little family, and the perfect innocence to the supernatural world. He closed his eyes, feeling somewhat disappointed that he had to wake from the dream so quickly.