Author's Note - This follows the last six episodes of season three(minus Ghostfacers), I just added my own character into the mix and a few more things. I don't own any of the characters or the episodes, just Apple and the plot following the NRFTW. Let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Review please. (:

I am the luckiest
Epilogue

A small chubby body made it's way up the bed, settling himself firmly in between his mom and dad. He moved around a bit, trying to get comfortable. Well, he acted as if he was trying to get get comfortable. Truthfully, he was just trying to wake his parents up. If he didn't need to sleep, they sure didn't. Besides, he was hungry.

"Dean, what are you doing?"

"I'm hungry, daddy. Pancakes?"

Sam sighed as he hoisted his son up into his arms. "Alright. But you know what you have to do first right?" Chuckling, he watched as his three year old son wiggled free of his arms and climbed on top of his mother; rocking back and forth.

"What? Dean, honey, what are you doing?" Courtney sat up and pulled her son into her arms, tickling him. Sam grinned as he watched his son squirm around in his mother's grasp.

"Mom," he groaned as he finally wiggled his way out of her hands. "Pancakes now, dad?"

Nodding his head, Sam watched as his son climbed off of the bed and ran as fast as he could toward the kitchen. "Morning Court." Sam said as he leaned over and kissed his wife on the cheek.

"Morning, babe." Court laid back down and looked up at her Sam. They had come such a long way from the pain of losing Apple and Dean. She was proud of their small family and what her and Sam had accomplished. She smiled up at him, watching as he walked toward the bathroom.

"Dad!" They heard Dean yell. Courtney chuckled and willed herself out of bed. She ran her fingers through her blond hair, trying to get out any tangles. She grabbed her robe and headed for the kitchen.

Groaning, she watched as Dean began to pull out everything they needed to make breakfast; making a mess in the process. "Dean, honey. What are you doing?"

"Making breakfast."

"Uh-huh." She laughed as she began to help her son pour the ingredients into a silver mixing bowl.

Sam couldn't help but smile at the scene that greeted him. He leaned against counter and watched his son and wife. They had definitely come along way. Not a day went by that Sam didn't think about his brother and Apple; he wondered how they were and prayed they were safe. He never thought he'd get the normal life he had always wanted. Sometimes, Sam could admit that he missed hunting. But he really just missed the time spent on the road with Dean, and then later Apple.

Sighing he moved to help Courtney and Dean finish making breakfast. "Come on. Let's go watch cartoon while mama cooks the pancakes!" Dean said as he spotted his father. He tugged on his hand, and Sam playfully glared at Court's laugh.

X – X – X – X

Apple sighed as she rested a hand on Dean's shoulder. "I told you he'd be okay, didn't I?" Her hand slowly moved down his arm and to his hand, fingers grabbing it lightly. She stood with him and watched as Sam, Courtney, and their son, Dean made breakfast. Apple could've sworn Courtney had looked at them once or twice, but she erased the thought from her head.

He couldn't believe he was standing in Sam and Courtney's living room, watching his baby brother and his small family. Dean desperately wanted to call out to his brother, but if the family hadn't noticed him or Apple by now, he was sure they wouldn't hear Sam's name as it left his lips.

"Yeah. He looks really happy." Dean said quietly.

"I'm sure he is. He's in good hands, and he's got a piece of you with him."

Dean nodded his head. He couldn't help but smile at the three year old boy. The boy looked a lot like him. Dean had told Sam he'd always be there to watch over him, so he supposed his son looking like his brother was a good enough reminder of that.

"So, what's next?" Dean asked as he took one last look at his brother and turned to face the brunette behind him.

"Like I said, we go home. There are some... people you need to see."

X – X – X – X

Dean had to rub at his eyes to make sure he was actually seeing what he was seeing. He looked to Apple for reassurance; she simply smiled. No, this couldn't be right. Could it? He looked at the man and woman in front of him, and blinked once more.

"Dean," his mother said softly. She reached a hand out and placed it lightly on his shoulder before pulling him into a hug.

"Mom." Dean hugged the woman back, his mind still not able to wrap around the fact that he was hugging his mom. She pulled back and placed a hand to his cheek lightly before smiling at him. Dean's green eyes turned from his mom, looking straight into his dad's eyes. "Dad, I'm sorry. I'm sorry about not protecting Sam like you said to, for not watching out for him. I'm sorry." Dean went on, feeling ashamed as he stood before the man he had always looked up to.

"Dean, it's okay. I've watched you, all along. I know what you've done. You've looked after your brother, you saved your brother's life. I didn't exactly want you to die, but it's okay, son." John smiled at his son before pulling him into a hug.

Mary turned to Apple with a smile. "You've done a good thing, Apple. John and I can't tell you how much we appreciate everything you've done for our boys."

"I'd do it over and over again. They're amazing men, they really are." Apple smiled at John and Mary before she looked at Dean. His warm hand covered hers and he grinned.

"So what is this place?" Dean asked as he looked at his mom and dad.

"Just think of it as a hunter's paradise. We've done the jobs we needed to do, and now... now we get to be with everyone we've lost along the way. We get to have our loved ones and an actual home." John smiled down at Mary before looking at Apple and Dean.

"Come on Dean, I've got something to show you." Apple said as she tugged at Dean's hand. He took one last look at his parents before following the brunette woman.

X – X – X – X

"What is this?" Dean asked as he looked around the living room.

"This, Dean, is our house," the brunette said with a grin. "You've got your own house now, Dean. Everything you need, you have."

Dean looked around and let out a low whistle. It was fully furnished and Dean immediately walked to the refrigerator. He opened the door and pulled back with a grin. "There's beer in here."

"Of course. And I've got one more thing for you." She motioned for Dean to follow her. She opened the door to their garage and flipped on the light. Dean's eyes widened in surprise. "Now, this one is yours, the same one you had before. The one Sam has... well that's a replica."

"How?"

"Dean, the Impala is just as much a part of you as your family and I are. And how we got it here... well that's a secret I'll never tell."

Apple laughed as Dean scooped her up and twirled her around. He kissed her lips and lowered her to the ground. "I love you, you know that right?"

"Yeah, I know. And I love you."

"How did I get to be so lucky?" Dean asked as he pulled Apple back into the house. Apple shrugged her shoulders innocently as she put her lips to his ear.

"Now, how about I show you the bedroom?"

Dean raised an eyebrow as Apple walked away. A wide grin spread across his lips as he quickly followed behind the woman.

(the luckiest – ben folds)

Author's Note #2 – So that's it. That's the end of 'Miss Delaney, Where's Your Boyfriend?' I really appreciate everyone that's read and reviewed. It means a lot to me to know people like this story. I'm not quite sure what I'm going to do now, this story used up quite a bit of my ideas. But, anyway, I might do a couple of random one shots, some might involved Dean/Apple. I'm not sure. But anyway, yeah. Thanks for everything. (: