When he finished his shower and changed into some fresh clothes he had found in the large armoire in the bedroom, he ventured out of the room and down the hall. He stopped in front of one of the doors and peered inside, watching as a small boy at the age of four or five, played quietly with toy racecars and army men. The boy turned and looked up at him with a goofy grin. He looked so much like Dean; his face, eyes, hair... except for the light freckles dotting his face, he was the spitting image of himself at that age.
"John, come on, sweetie, it's time for breakfast." Oshea said as she stepped down the hall toward the doorway. Oshea was wearing a tank top and a pair of Dean's boxers. She was cradling a tiny baby to her chest. Smiling, she looked up at Dean. "You hungry, Dean? I've already fed Mary so I can cook you something." She said, rubbing the baby's back.
At first Dean hadn't realized that she even spoke, he was to preoccupied by the baby that Oshea was holding. It had her red hair, and bright green eyes. He looked back up at her. "Oh.. uh.. yeah, I guess I could eat," He said with a smile. "Here... I'll hold her while you cook," he said, stepping forward a little.
Oshea smiled brightly at him and nodded, handing the baby over to him. The little boy, John, scampered out of the room energetically and rushed down the stairs toward the kitchen. Oshea laughed and turned, starting down the hallway after him. The kitchen was just as lovely as the bedroom; it looked like Dean had stepped straight into a magazine. John was sitting at the table, swinging his little legs over the floor as he ate a bowl of cereal. There were drawings and photos on the refrigerator. Oshea hummed softly as she moved around the kitchen, preparing various breakfast foods. "Can you believe it Dean? We've been married four years today. I can still remember the wedding. It was so beautiful. Who would have thought that Ella and I would marry brothers and have a double wedding? It was just like me and her had always dreamed."
"Yeah, who would have thought..." He said a little quietly as he wandered into the kitchen. He stopped to look at the drawings and photos stuck on the refrigerator door, before sitting down at the table across from John.
Mary looked up at him with wide eyes, lifting her tiny hand to brush against Dean's chin as he held her in his arms. She cooed softly and gave a little smile. Oshea glanced over her shoulder at Dean, her brows furrowing some. "Dean, are you okay?" She whispered, walking over to him. "You seem a little... distracted."
"Yeah, sorry, I'm fine... I just... I guess I didn't sleep well, that's all," He replied with a reassuring smile. He looked down at the baby as she began to fall asleep in his arms. He had always told his brother he didn't care about having a normal, happy life, rugrats, white picket fence. He had always said they could never have that kind of life. But deep down, he wanted it. After all the people they've saved, didn't they deserve a happy ending too?
He slowly stood from the table. "I'm gonna go put Mary in her crib.. I'll be right back," He said.
"Well, that's a bit understandable... you and I were up pretty late last night," She said with a mischievous grin as she rubbed his shoulders. She smiled and nodded, going back over to the stove to work on the breakfast she was fixing for him. "Alright, Dean. Your breakfast will be ready soon."
He stepped from the room and wandered to the nursery, laying Mary down in the crib. He watched her for a moment before he walked down the hall, looking up at the pictures hanging on the wall. There was a wedding photo of him and Oshea, one of the kids posed next to an older little girl, and then one of Sam and Ella. He passed through the living room and stepped out onto the front porch. There was a nice breeze, the sun was out, and the grass was cut and the perfect shade of green. He looked up and saw a thin young woman standing at the other side of the road. Her eyes were sunken in, her face was pale, and she was wearing a long flowing white dress that was ripped in some places. He arched a brow, watching as she seemed to be staring right at him A car suddenly passed by, and then she was nowhere to be seen. He rubbed his eyes a little as he turned and closed the door behind him as he walked back into the house and to the kitchen, where breakfast was already served, and his smiling wife was standing by the table.