Nine weeks
Despite all their efforts to make the remote cabin into a home for the three of them, it was obvious it wouldn't be suitable for an expectant mother, much less a newborn. Amelia had started puking about a month after they had settled in; and hadn't missed a single morning yet of throwing up as soon as she woke. Dean complained, bitterly, about not needing an alarm clock; that Amelia was more consistent than a rooster. But he was also the one that suggested Amelia needed a better place to 'gestate his niece'.
That was when he had brought up the idea of moving to Sioux Falls, and rebuilding Bobby's house; that his niece needed a real home and a yard and a decent school system. After recovering from the shock, Sam remembered somewhere along the way he had told Dean what Jody had said; that Bobby had left almost everything to them.
Dean and Sam had spent a lot of time talking about their future, since arriving at the cabin. Neither knew if they wanted to keep hunting, but both doubted if they could stop cold-turkey. Sam talked about not wanting to leave his child and her mother behind, if something went wrong, like Jo and Ellen Harvelle, when Bill was killed. But, he also felt strongly, he didn't want his brother out there alone.
Having a home base hadn't been possible for their dad; and coming back to a family hadn't worked out for Dean and Lisa. Dean had been the one to point out, they weren't their father; obsessively chasing a demon all over the country, and they weren't the same people they'd been two years ago. He didn't want to lose his brother as his hunting partner; but he didn't want his brother to lose this chance for a home and family.
What Dean didn't tell Sam or Amelia, he had already contacted Jody, and as executor to Bobby's estate she could put his plan into motion. He and Jody had already torn down the old house, after Garth and Charlie had carefully gone through the rubble to collect anything useful to hunting; and Missouri had come up and helped them look for anything with a psychic aura or energy. None of them knew when Bobby had had time to collect everything out of the debris; but the only thing the old man had left in the house was the amulet Sam had stashed in the mantel. Well, except down in the panic room, they found a bottle of very nice whiskey, two glasses and a note. For Dean and Sam. This is the last time you'll be mooching my booze, ya idjits. Bobby.
X
Four weeks later, they packed all their gear in the Impala and Tahoe, which Missouri had had Charlie drive out to them. Dean finally got the chance to tease Sam about the SUV, just as Sam had assumed he would. "No wonder you got Amelia pregnant, you were already driving mom mobile, it's almost a frickin' minivan". Sam resisted comparing their trip to the Tortoise and the Hare, with Dean racing ahead, only to have the Impala stop for gas twice as often as the Tahoe, until they were checking into their motel rooms in Sheridan, Wyoming that first night.
By the time they rolled into Sioux Falls late on the second day, they went straight to Jody's. If Sam hadn't been so tired, he might have seen the sly smiles Dean and Jody exchanged. He and Amelia had flopped into bed almost as soon their bags were in the house. Again, if he hadn't been so tired, he might have been suspicious that Dean hadn't tried to talk him into 'a beer, at least'; but in fact, he had almost pushed him into the bedroom and closed the door for him.
Sam knew Dean was up to something though, when his brother had already left Jody's house by the time he rolled out of bed; because Dean was not famous for early rising unless they were on a case. He found a cryptic note about taking a look 'at the old place' and for him and Amelia to meet him there. Sam had seen 'the old place' three months ago, the night he met Amelia. Holy crap, had that only been three months ago? So much had happened. Of course, it had only been nine weeks since Dean got out of Purgatory, and Amelia had become human; and look at all that had happened!
For the first time since her morning sickness had started, Amelia didn't throw up when she woke. They both took it as a good omen; they just didn't know if it was because of the change in climate and if she was just done being Dean's alarm clock. She only had a light breakfast, not wanting to push her luck; and they piled into the SUV and drove out to what was left of Singer Salvage.
The first thing Sam noticed was a lot of new cars and pick-ups and people moving about. As they got closer, he could see, well, it was more what he couldn't see; the house was gone. But, just a few feet away from where Bobby's house had stood, he saw his brother, wearing a hard hat, with blueprints in his hands, walking through a partially framed new house. Dean saw Sam and waved him over, meeting him with two more hard hats and handed one to Sam and Amelia.
"Welcome to our new home, kids." Dean absolutely beamed. "Let me show you some of the details." And he started walking back toward the house. He turned back when he noticed Sam was just standing there, his mouth hanging open. Amelia looked shocked, or about to puke, he couldn't tell. "What?"
"Dean…what?...when?...how?" Sam muttered out.
"Very good, Sammy. You throw in why and where and you've covered all five." Dean mocked.
"Dean? When did you have time to do this? We've only been in town since yesterday." Sam asked.
"Well, technically, I didn't do anything, Jody did. I just made a few phone calls." And Sam knew his brother must have made a hundred phone calls; and then he remembered the three days he had gone for a drive. "Come on, let me show you some of the great features; it's going to be the greatest house ever built." And he proceeded to show them how there was an iron pentagram incorporated into the foundation, and a tunnel to the old panic room, and every window and door had salt compartments.
X
The house was amazing. Dean had found an architect who could design for the 'discriminating needs of hunters'. It also was going to be more wired than Bill Gates mansion, have a kitchen Emeril Lagasse would be proud of, and 'enough bedrooms for the passel of brats you and Amelia will crank out'.
"And, that brings me to our little problem." Dean stated as he wound up his tour. "Sam, you and I are either dead, and can't take possession of Bobby's estate; or we're on the 10 Most Wanted List, and can't go through probate without getting arrested."
"You know about probate?" Sam asked, too shocked to remember how smart his brother really was.
"Of course. Well, mostly Jody told me. Actually, Jody has a solution, too."
"I'm listening." Sam could tell his brother had not dropped his last bombshell of the morning.
"We let your wife inherit everything." Dean paused, letting that sink in. Both Sam and Amelia looked like they were going to puke, now. "Actually, it would be your widow, Amelia Winchester. See, Amelia Stone is still wanted for questioning in Spokane; not to mention all the news she made a few months ago. And, we were supposedly dead before that, so we can't forge wills leaving her everything."
"I don't remember telling you about that?" Sam asked, feeling like he might throw-up.
"You didn't Einstein, I can search the internet, too, ya know." Dean said as he led the increasingly green Amelia to sit down on a pile of lumber.
"May I say something here?" Amelia whispered, felling like she might be sick. When they both ignored her and kept arguing, she really missed her powers, not for the first time when dealing with these men. "GUYS. May I say something?"
They both turned to look at the small, but loud young woman. "Of course." They replied in unison.
"Sam's been trying to get me to marry him since the day after we got to Whitefish. If I don't want to get married, I sure as hell don't want to be a widow."
Dean turned to Sam. "You asked her to marry you, and you didn't tell me?" He asked, sounding very hurt.
"Well, yeah. She turned me down." Sam replied sounding both contrite for not including Dean and sad because of her rejections.
Now Dean turned to Amelia. "How could you turn him down? Look at that face; how could anybody resist that face?" Dean said as he grabbed his brother's face and turned it to Amelia.
"I can't resist that face. It's just marriage is an arcane and proprietary ritual, and I'm all full up on rituals right now." She said as she batted Dean's hand away from Sam's face.
"No problem, then." Dean said as he regained his smirking smile. "Because, it wouldn't be real or legal anyway. I mean, we'd have to forge the marriage license to pre date before the last time we were killed anyway. Once everything was transferred into your name, Amelia Winchester, you could start shacking up with these two handsome guys, who are totally unrelated to the Winchester brothers. Let's say Dean Smith, the older and better-looking one; and Sam McGilicutty, the taller but dumber one."
"Hey." Sam squawked just before Amelia puked on both of their shoes.