Author's Note: Last chapter, folks! It's pretty long and completely AU. I'd like to thank everybody for reading and reviewing one last time; this has been a fascinating, and occasionally frustrating, experience.

Nine years

"Bobbie! Get your greasy little butt in here." Sam called from the back door to his oldest child, who was once again helping Dean in the garage. Neither he nor Amelia were bothered that their 8 year old daughter was a full-fledged tomboy, basically a small version of her beloved 'Unc'l'. Well, other than they didn't let her swear like Dean did. But then, Dean had adapted his language, after she dropped the F-bomb; because his niece followed him around almost everywhere when he was at home.

"We need about 10 more minutes to finish this oil change." Dean yelled back to his brother. "15, tops."

Sam shook his head, knowing it would be closer to 30 minutes before they came in, both probably covered in grease. That was why he had called for her an hour before they needed to come in, to take showers and get dressed. It was the 4th of July; and they were hosting their annual barbeque, and their guests would begin arriving in about an hour.

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He looked out over the back portion of 'the Winchester Compound', the term they and almost everybody else used to describe the huge house and sprawling collection of out-buildings that had once been Singer Salvage. There were the two garages that Dean used to build and repair vehicles specialized to the needs of hunters. There was the smaller cottage that Amelia ran her Day Care business out of. His wife had never learned how to cook, at least not without bodily injury; but the woman had a way with kids.

Most of the parents who brought their children to her gushed about 'what a natural way she had with kids' and cited how happy, well-adjusted and well-behaved her four kids were. They had been a little concerned that she let her oldest get a tattoo, and an odd sunburst pentagram, at that, when she was only six years old; but compared to the magic she performed on their kids, they ignored that quirk. The hunters who occasionally needed to leave their kids for a few days while on a job; well, they guessed it was probably had more to do with a several thousand years of practice at it.

They also didn't broadcast that all their older kids had the same tattoos. What 'the civilian' parents didn't know, the tattoos were done when the kids were old enough to understand, and that they replaced the microchip sized anti-possession charm they had had their kids surgically implanted with shortly after they were born.

The playground between the main house and the daycare was nicer than anything in the city parks, and four years ago they had put in a pool. South Dakota didn't have really long summers, but it was plenty warm enough to be used over half the year. Sam had thought it would mostly be for the kids, but Dean spent almost as much time in it as his nieces and nephews.

Amelia's many gardens had also won the annual Sioux Falls home gardening competition for the last two years. Sam thought she had an unfair advantage; but, since she donated over half of the vegetables she grew each summer and some of the fruit from her small orchard to the local food bank, he figured she earned it.

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Sam went back in the house and found Jody had arrived while he had been thinking about all the changes to their place. Of course, the changes to 'the old Singer place' paled in comparison to how much hunting and life in general had changed since 'the Incident'. "Their place', nearly 10 years later and those words still sounded kind of foreign to him. Jody coming early to help out, that had never changed. Since she had retired as sheriff and was working with Garth's Hunter's Alliance, her time was even more flexible.

And, after the twins, Jody and John, were born; she found herself spending most of her free time with her adopted family. They had even offered to build her a suite attached to the house, since 'you pretty much live here anyway'. But, she'd bought the house down the road instead. She loved those kids to death, but the Winchester house was loud, filled with rambunctious kids, and adults.

There were now four adults living in the main house. Dean had started dating Nancy Greer, the mid-wife that had delivered his first niece, shortly after the birth. And by the time the twins came along, they were talking marriage. In true Winchester fashion, their wedding reception, a small, personal affair of just family and friends, so only about a hundred or so people, held in Amelia's rose garden; was interrupted by the birth of Adam, Sam and Amelia's fourth child.

Their relationship had started when she'd insisted on knowing who, or what, and how, the odd-looking man had suddenly appeared and just as suddenly disappeared, during Amelia's delivery. She had taken it amazingly well, when they told her. Turned out, she'd had a brush with the 'unusual' when she was young; and had kept an open mind ever since.

Dean had been impressed with her since the minute she had threatened to shove the baby back into Amelia if she didn't get some answers, while she kept doing her job calmly and professionally. Sam had asked him if those qualities 'sounded like anybody he knew'; and he'd had to smack Dean on the head, and add 'you, you idiot'. Nancy and Dean had soon become inseparable, and she'd even gone on a hunt with them a couple of times. While Dean liked sharing everything with her; he worried about her so much, he felt he was putting them all at risk.

But, it was during their second hunt, that they had found her true role in the hunting world. She may have delivered babies as a mid-wife, but she was still a nurse. After Garth had been injured during the hunt, and 'Nancy Nurse', as Dean still loved to tease her with, had patched him up quickly and more professionally than most hunters were used to; it came to them. The next week, they started construction on another out-building. By the time of Deanna Roberta's, already known as Bobbie, first birthday; they had built the first small Hunter's clinic. They'd contacted Dr. Robert, the back-room MD that had helped Dean a few years ago, and he agreed to be her resource, if she needed one.

She was putting hunters back together, as well as helping them manage the health issues related to the life-style; mainly high blood pressure and liver disease from too much alcohol, before the paint had finished drying on the warded walls and salted windows. She had also kept helping to deliver the occasional baby. She had moved in with Dean the same week the clinic opened.

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Sam walked into the kitchen where Jody was talking to Amelia, who was now allowed in the kitchen as long as she stayed away from sharp objects, their three younger kids, Nancy, who was expecting her and Dean's first kid any day, Charlie and Jenny, their cook-house manager.

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They had found Jenny Klein mostly by accident. After she had fled from Maggie Stark's hex, she had given up being anyone's personal assistant. She had worked in a series of bakeries, until she had found herself in Kansas City. Dean had stopped to pick up some cupcakes from the place, on his way home from a visit to Missouri. The psychic had said he had to get some for Amelia, then expecting the twins. And there was Jenny. She recognized Dean and they talked for a while; telling him about how she just couldn't find a job or place that she liked and/or felt safe.

By the time Dean had gotten back to Sioux Falls, he had another brilliant idea to spring on Sam and Amelia. They talked it over, and a month later Jenny had moved in with them to be their cook and run the household. By the time the twins were born, they were all eating healthy meals and the house ran smoothly. Her life with the Winchesters fit her like a glove, not to mention she felt safer than she ever had before. It wasn't just having Sam and Dean to protect her; they made her learn some self-defense, both physical and supernatural. And she found a new confidence in herself.

When the new Jenny had met Charlie; that new confidence gave her the courage to ask out the pretty redhead. So, by the time Jody bought the house down the road, the Winchesters had helped Jenny and Charlie buy the lot next to theirs, just off the front road, and build their home. Technically, it wasn't part of the Compound, but it might as well have been; they were honorary Winchesters. In the spring of 2018, South Dakota still didn't allow or recognize gay marriage, but being legal had never stopped the Winchesters before. They threw their friends a spectacular 'ceremony' and reception in the same garden where Dean and Nancy had been married the year before.

Years later, Missouri had confided, she had known Dean would find something better than just great cupcakes at that bakery. Sam still wondered if their friend had known about Jenny and Charlie finding each other; he'd always assumed nothing got past the old girl. "Crap!" He muttered to himself. She was on her way here for the barbeque and knowing her, she had probably heard 'the old girl' thought. He'd pay for that sometime today.

They'd been trying for years to get her to move to Sioux Falls, to be closer, since she was an important part of the clan. There was still plenty of land in or near their place. But, she refused to leave Lawrence. She would hitch a ride whenever Cassie had come up from Cape Girardeau, or Garth, or any other of their many friends were headed to South Dakota. That had been another addition to the compound, a couple of guest houses on the lot next to Jenny and Charlie's.

They didn't get to see Cassie nearly as often as they used to, or as much as they'd like, since her book had been published. She was on the road a lot. And after she testified to congress after 'the Incident', she rarely had time to visit. Amelia also thought it was hard for her, after Dean found Nancy; seeing them together was a constant reminder of what she let get away.

The Front Road, as they called that part of the place, was where they had built his office. He was finally putting his college education to use; it turned out he had a gift for real-estate, the stock market and making money, legally! Not only had he built the money Bobby had left them into a small fortune, he was helping make other hunters financially secure. He helped them grow and save enough money that they could send their kids to college, and get health insurance; and if they lived long enough, retire comfortably.

Actually, it had turned out because of all of their businesses, "D.W. Custom Autoworks", "Amelia's Daycare" and "S.W. Investments" they had never had to hustle a another game of pool or poker, or scam a credit card company again. Not to say he and Dean didn't go into town for a friendly game every once in a while. All four of the Winchesters helped the Hunting community in one way or another; and had added to the formation of the Alliance. But, even now on rare occasions, Dean, and Sam, still got the itch to "Save People, and Hunt Things".

When Missouri had come up for Bobbie's fifth birthday, she'd told Sam and Amelia that she could sense Deanna Roberta was very special; and not special like all beloved children. They had already figured out their daughter was going to be 'special', in the supernatural way. She frequently, but not always, knew when some people were coming or certain things were going to happen. And, she could revive a sickly houseplant or lethargic goldfish just by talking them. Her parents had assumed it was because she had been conceived while Amelia was still Mother Nature; that somehow she had picked up a little of that juice in those first few days.

Missouri was one of the people she could always sense when she got near. So was Cas. It had taken a year to get him to stick around for more than a few minutes at a time. One morning they had found him in Bobbie's room, just standing at her crib. Apparently he had been reaching in to touch her and she had grabbed his fingers, and wouldn't let go.

Sam and Dean both knew he could have left, that the baby's grip wasn't what had kept him standing there until Sam had gotten up to check on her. Or, maybe it was. Maybe her absolute trust of him, and her Winchester stubbornness, her refusal to let him leave; was what it took for him to decide it was time to come back where he belonged, with his real family.

That morning, he'd finally talked to Dean and Sam; and they'd convinced him he'd done his penance. As Dean had put it, "We're good, man". Castiel, of course, didn't live in or near the compound like the other members of their ever growing clan. But he spent more and more time with the people who taught him what being part of a family really meant. And, his existence became the most poorly kept secret in the hunting community.

Part of the reason that most Hunters knew about Cas was because Sioux Falls had become the center of the Hunter's Alliance. By the time Garth and Charlie had relocated their efforts there, and leased a small business complex to house everything, they had expanded from building databases and mobile apps, to manufacturing hunting tools and equipment. The growth and support for the Alliance had been tied to the reaction to Cassie's book; and by the time of 'the Incident', as it was universally called, they were poised and ready to step in and help change society.

Angels had not been part of 'the Incident' and they weren't known to 'civilians'; Hunters could still keep secrets. Garth had actually called Dean to see if the angel was interested in working with other hunters. To both Winchesters' surprise, he had actually agreed to help; especially if demons were involved. It had been after the second time Cas had helped take down a demon plot, that they had had a very surprising visitor. Death had walked into Sam's office the next day and told him to 'get his brother and that troublesome angel'.

Sam had looked up to see Cas and Dean standing there. Cas had already sensed the Horseman's presence and grabbed Dean and brought him to the office. "Holy Crap, Cas. What the he…" He said before looking around and seeing why he had been snatched so abruptly.

"Get the girl, too." Death instructed the angel.

'You leave her out of this!" Sam said, hoping he sounded braver than he felt.

"Don't worry. I'm only here to talk." He replied with an amused air. He would still never say it out loud, but he really did like these boys. Amelia and Cas were standing behind him by the time he had finished talking. He waved his hand at the chairs. "Okay. Sit down." And he held up a warning finger when Amelia made to hug him. "We didn't hug before, we're sure not doing now that you're human.

Okay, listen up; this will be the only warning you get." He turned to look at Amelia. "You do remember that little problem I helped you with a couple years ago?" He held up his hand when she opened her mouth to answer. "It was a rhetorical question. I held onto Crowley for a year. I know I said only until you got those two back." And he nodded his head at Dean and Cas. "But, he was so annoying, I kept him trapped for a year; and then even I couldn't take him anymore.

I set him free to let him find a new body." And, again, he gave them a look that kept them from saying anything. "He was quite upset to find out he had been replaced as King of Hell. Anyway, I gave him very clear instructions to stay away from any and all persons of the Winchester clan. I think that's what you're calling this rag tag group of people you've collected. And, even as he's fighting his way back into power, he hasn't laid a hand on any of your friends." And he paused to look at Cas. "But, loaning out your pet angel to use against his demons…. Well, let's just say he feels that's not fair."

"We had no idea.." Amelia started to say, but stopped at his stare.

"Of course not, you moron, you gave up your powers."

"Hey! I don't care who you are; you don't talk to her that way." Sam said, again trying to jump up.

As the Horseman stared at him, Sam sank back into his chair. "Huh. She still has you besotted I see, even without her powers?" And he turned back to all of them. "Angel, you're done hiring yourself out. It happens again, and I release Crowley from his restrictions. Are we clear?" He didn't wait for an answer, people rarely said no to him, and it hadn't been a negotiation.

That had been seven years ago, and as far as Sam knew; none of the people they considered part of their extended family had been bothered by Crowley or his factions. Garth's intelligence had learned he had regained control over Hell, about a year later. So, the only demon troubles had been 'the limey bastard's' rival factions. But, since no demon wanted to piss off the Horseman; the Winchester's had been off limits to pretty much all demons.

Other hunters had the occasional demon run in; and there were still plenty of other fuglies out there. There were fewer and fewer of those that had origins in Purgatory, with all the seals repaired. But, not all the nasty things Hunters fought came from those places, there was still the planet grown monsters. Of course, Hunters no longer had to hide or work in the shadows. It had been about two years since the Hunter's Alliance had been officially recognized by the Federal Government; after Cassie's book and 'the Incident' had permanently drawn back the curtain on all things supernatural.

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Dean and Bobbie had come in 31 minutes after he had called them. They had the barbeques fired up and their matching aprons on by the time the first guest, because Jody was family, not a guest, arrived. Sam was on the back porch again as he watched his brother supervise the grilling of hundreds of burgers, hot dogs and cut-up chickens; just as Amelia had foreseen; when he felt Amelia's arms slip around his waist. "You better go relieve Dean."

"Are you kidding? He's in hog heaven out there."

"I know. But, Nancy's water just broke; and I think he might want to get upstairs to see his son arrive." She said as she pulled her arms away and headed back to the house.

"Well. He's got the timing of a Winchester." Sam said to himself, as headed out to tell his brother he was about to be a dad.

As Dean ran into the house, Sam enlisted a few of their friends to take over the grilling. As word spread of the impending birth, the party became even more festive. As dusk approached, everybody agreed the fireworks would wait for the newest Winchester's arrival. Sam sat with his kids and they excitedly speculated what their new cousin would look like and what Uncle Dean and Aunt Nancy would call him.

The outdoor lights had just come on when his cell phone vibrated in his pocket. Sam smiled, full dimples, something he did a lot lately, at his kids and they all ran into the house. They reached Nancy and Dean's bedroom door just as Dean stepped out carrying a small bundle in his arms.

"Hey, kids. Hey, Sammy." And he turned and bent down slightly so his brother and his brother's kids could see his son's face. "Meet Samuel John Winchester."

Dean turned his head up to look at his brother, and just as he had expected, because he had cried at each of his nieces and nephews births, he saw his little brother had tears sliding down his face. "Hey. No chick-flick moments. Bitch!"

Or at least that's what Sam thought his brother said. The word of the baby's arrival must have reached the crowd outside; and someone had started the fireworks. But then, since when did Sam and Dean Winchester actually need to say or hear anything to know what was in the others heart!

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Nine years-Footnotes

'The Incident' had caught mainstream America by surprise. But, there were thousands upon thousands that had known it was only a matter of time. Cassie Robinson had been one of those people, and was one of the major reason 'believing in the Supernatural' hadn't shattered society to its core.

The newspaper reporter spent three years collecting data and editing her book. It was the ultimate source on supernatural beings, the Hunters that had been protecting humankind for centuries and the people who had come into contact these things/beings/monsters. It took her another year to find someone to publish it. Cassie didn't like the publisher's plan to release it as fiction, 'like the Carver Edlund books'. But, Cassie knew the Supernatural books were based on the actual experiences of Dean and Sam; hell, she was featured in an early volume.

She agreed to the publisher's plan, she thought it was more important to get the information out there; and they were the only publisher that even returned her calls. When the first small printing was first released in 2016, it sold much better than the publisher had expected. What the publisher didn't know, all the people saved by Hunters over the years and the readers of Chuck's books would want to learn more.

By the second printing, the mainstream media was taking notice of the popularity of the book. They attributed the success to all the craziness of the last five years. In interviews the young woman made outrageous claims and seemed to truly believe everything she had written. Soon, they heard some nut-bags had formed a Hunter's Alliance; truly believing the Robinson woman's ranting.

Garth and Charlie had been creating the Hunter's Alliance (originally called the Hunter's Society, but Charlie had objected that it came across as too 'old boy club'); at the same time Cassie had been writing and publishing her book. They, as well as most of the people who called themselves hunters, declined almost all requests for interviews. Going public still tended to make them a focus of derision and/or brought too much attention from the authorities.

The Incident as it was universally called everyone associated with hunting, occurred in the summer of 2018. At a rally for the current front runner for the next Presidential election, a group of "hunters" attacked the charismatic politician. Every smart phone and camera in the crowd caught what happened. It appeared they had thrown acid on the man, smoke or steam could be seen rising from where the liquid made contact with his skin; and his entire entourage fell to the ground after being shot. But, before security could reach the stage, courtesy of additional "hunters";a loud recording of words no one could understand, started being played over the loud speaker. The crowd gasped as the politician and his aides rose up, seemingly writhing in pain. As the last word was broadcast, black smoke poured out of the mouths of the politician and his aides.

The "hunters' immediately surrendered. They were searched, there was no sign of any acid, only water, and their guns had only rock salt in the shells. As the politician and his staff came to, again, they intervened and supported everything the 'terrorists' had claimed.

It took weeks of investigations, and law enforcement agencies tried to cover-up the truth; but the internet had already been flooded with videos of the attacks; and whatever the the black smoke had been. The Hunter's Alliance finally agreed to interviews. They claimed to be behind the mass exorcisms; that their research had detected the plan to get the demon-possessed politician elected President. Cassie Robison's book was finally seen for what it was; and she was called to testify before congress that winter.

In the fall for 2019, The Hunter's Alliance was recognized by Congress as the first line of defense against supernatural evil by a grateful Nation.

The Winchesters did not take an active role in 'the Incident' that day; but they had been the major financial backers of the Alliance for years. And, S.W. Investments paid the extensive legal costs for every member of the Alliance arrested that day.

Every one of the Hunters involved in the raid that day had tattoos identical to the ones Sam and Dean had gotten almost 15 years ago. Many of them also had the unofficial slogan of the Alliance, inked on their bodies somewhere; "Saving People, Hunting Things".

The End