28

When I woke up, Dean was in the shower and Sam was still sleeping. It was going on 10am. I quietly climbed off the bed and got dressed in a pair of jeans, a clean bra, a blue tank top and blue and black flannel long sleeved shirt. I pushed the sleeves up to my elbow as I made a fresh pot of coffee.

I took a hot cup to the breakfast bar and opened my laptop. I took my phone out, having dozens of missed calls from various people and listened to all of the voice mails, most just condolences for my loss.

I called the hospital and got the number for the funeral home handling the cremation and called them getting urns picked out and delivered to the bar the following day. I sent a text to every employee asking them to meet me at the bar at 3pm that day. Everyone replied saying they would be there.

I called the local paper and told them to print a wake announcement for Ted and Lucy to be at the bar in three days starting at 4pm.

Dean was pouring coffee when I got off the phone with the local paper's editor who graciously agreed.

"Have you looked outside your door yet?" Dean asked.

I shook my head, "No, why?"

He walked to the front door and opened it as I walked toward the door. The front balcony was covered with flower arrangements, so full that they trailed down the stairs as well.

I smiled to myself, this town would always be my home. More so that Washington ever had.

Sam walked out and saw the flowers, "Wow, looks like everyone in town brought you flowers."

"That's probably because they did." Dean said.

I went back inside and sat down as Dean brought in a vase and set it on the breakfast bar.

I called Frank Robinson and arranged to meet him at the bar at noon.

The three of us got ready and made our way cautiously through the flower arrangements and back to the bar.

"So, why are we meeting the lawyer here?" Sam asked.

"Because later the hotel and bar's employees will be meeting here. Plus I need to check inventory and what not." I went into the office pulled out Ted's order sheets and inventory.

Before I had looked over them fully, Frank arrived.

We sat down at the bar.

"Are you sure you wanna do this now, Ms. Cavanaugh. It can wait." He said softly.

"Now's fine. Can I get you anything to drink? On me of course."

"Water is fine, thank you."

Sam got him a glass of ice water for me.

"Alright, have you had a chance to go over the accounts in the file?"

"Yes."

"Good. I'll need you to sign these and give me the account information here," He pointed at a box on the paper, "For the funds to be transferred to. There's no stipulations to this… inheritance, it's yours entirely, to do with what you want."

I signed the papers he gave me and put my personal account numbers down, knowing them by heart.

"Alright, these are the deeds to the house, the bar and the hotel. I just need you to sign, taking them over under your name."

He showed me where to sign and I signed.

"These are the insurance papers for the properties as well, you'll need to fill out these papers and get them sent out as well so that the insurance can be transferred into your name." I nodded. "You already signed the papers at the hospital, correct?" I nodded again. "Alright, just a few more papers for you to sign."

I spent the next half hour signing papers and then took my copies of them and shoved them in a folder.

"Well, that's it. Oh, except…" He pulled out a letter envelope. "This is for you. And I think we're done now. Again, I'm sorry for your loss. Let me know if there's anything I can assist you with."

"Thank you, Mr. Robinson."

He left and I stared at the envelope with my name scrawled across the front. Dean was looking over the papers.

"Wait, whoa. Are these numbers correct?" Dean asked, Sam leaning over his shoulder almost choking on his beer.

"Yes." I said flatly.

"Uh, Dee, you realize that you're like a millionaire now, right?" Sam asked.

"Not quite." I said still staring at the envelope. I took a deep breath and slipped the letter out and read it quietly to myself:

To our 'adoptive' daughter,

I still remember the day you blew through town, knocking everyone off their feet. Your personality radiates with warmly and love, how could anyone not love you? Lucy and I fell in love with you that first dinner you had at our house. It didn't take long before the whole town loved you just as much. We were all happy when you had decided to stay. We all hoped secretly that you would stay with us forever, but you are meant for greater things, my dear. You have a bright future ahead of you. I've seen you do amazing things, from following a silly old man's advice to starting your own charity foundation. You've done great things and you're still so young.

Lucy and I only want you to be happy, no matter what. So, while we are leaving you everything, we don't want you to feel obligated to stay in this small town. If you want to sell the bar and hotel and house, that's fine. We don't care as long as you're happy, sweetheart. You've been our ray of hope, the closest thing to a daughter that we have. So, go out and live your life, darling. Don't mourn our deaths, just cherish the love that we have for you. We'll always be watching over you, sweetheart, always. We love you and don't worry, we know you love us too.

Live a long and happy life, doing whatever it is that makes you happy. Out of everyone I've ever met, you are truly someone that deserves that happiness. Chase your dreams. We'll watch over you.

Love always and Forever,

Ted and Lucy

PS. There's a safe in the house, behind the large portrait in my office, the combination is Lucy's birthday. Good luck, darling. We love you.

I folded the letter back up and wiped the few tears from my cheeks and took a deep breath.

"You alright, hun?" Dean asked and I nodded.

"So, what are you gonna do with the bar and hotel?" Sam asked.

"I'm selling them if that's what you're asking. And I'm not closing them. This bar is literally the main bar in town. The hotel… until it starts costing more to maintain to keep it open, it'll remain open too." I replied.

Dean nodded, "And his house?"

"I'll keep it. It gives us another safe house just in case. Never know when we'll need a place to stay. And it's kind of out there so I think it's good to have."

Sam and Dean nodded. I glanced at my watch I had an hour until the employees got here.

"Think you two would be willing to go into town and pick up an order of pizza in like thirty minutes?"

"Anything you need, love, just tell us where to go." Dean replied.

"Alright, just give me a few." I went into the office and called in an order for 10 pizzas in a variety of toppings from a local pizzeria, giving them my debit card information for payment.

I gave Dean the address. "Why doesn't Sam stay here with you? I'll get the pizzas. I'd rather you not stay alone." He said softly.

"That's fine. Sam can stay here." I said, not wanting to argue over something so small.

Dean nodded and kissed me briefly before leaving. I went back to the office and finished looking at the inventory and order logs. The bar had just received a shipment within the last week. I made sure to contact the providers and doubled the orders for the next shipment since the bar would be hosting the wake and had already had a free night of drinks.

Sam entered and started rubbing my shoulders gently as I worked at the computer in the office. "Is there anything you can't do?" Sam asked softly.

I turned the chair around and looked at him. "What do you mean?"

He leaned his hands on the chair's armrests. "You literally take to everything like a fish to water."

"You mean this?" I asked pointing to the computer. "I was doing most of this for Ted when I worked here."

"You still amaze me."

I wrapped my hands around his neck and stood up to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around me and deepened the kiss.

A light knock on the office door made us pull away.

"Uh, sorry to interrupt." Kelsey said with a soft smile. "We're starting to show up and some are asking if we can have a drink…"

"Yeah, that's fine." I said with a nod. "Foods on the way."

Kelsey nodded and went back out front.

I turned to Sam, who was blushing slightly, and smiled as I leaned up and kissed him briefly. "You're cute when you blush."

Sam ran his hand through his hair with a little smile, "What are they all doing here anyway?"

"You'll see." I said as I finished the last on the computer and locked it.

I grabbed his hand and we joined the growing crowd in the bar. It was still a pretty solemn mood in the bar, making it quiet. I knew everyone there and they all knew me. Sam stayed by my side as I shadow, not knowing anyone other than Kelsey and even that was barely an acquaintance.

By 3:05pm everyone was there. I waited until Dean returned with the pizzas sending out one of the dishwashers to help him bring them in. I went up to the mini stage.

"Alright everyone, get some food, grab a drink and take a seat. Remember I know who's 21 here and who isn't." A few chuckles as everyone did as I asked. Within ten minutes everyone was either sitting down and standing quietly as they stuffed their face.

I grabbed a bar stool and sat down on the stage. "So, as most of you know and for those that don't, Ted and Lucy have left everything to me. And I'm just gonna go ahead and say I have no intentions of closing or selling the bar or hotel." I paused as they cheered and clapped. I smiled warmly. "I'm not staying on personally." Now moans, groans and questions of why. "My reasons for not staying here right now are personal. I'll be going over the employee records and either selecting managers from those or hiring new managers. If you feel you are manager material please come see me later."

I took a deep breath. "As for Lucy and Ted's wake, I've decided to have it here. It will be three days from today starting at 4. For the cooks here you can either cater through here, or I can hire an outside caterer, discuss it among yourselves and tell me your-"

Henry, the lead cook stood up, "No need to discuss that, darlin'. We'll do it proudly, wouldn't have it anyother way." He nodded as he sat down.

"Alright, thank you, Henry." I replied. "It will be open bar as Ted would want it. And I'd also like to remind you all here that Ted and Lucy… they wouldn't want us to mourn their deaths, instead I want this wake to celebrate their lives. Celebrate what they meant to this town and to all of us, and what they will always mean to us. I know we've all lost someone important to us, a friend, a brother… a father, a mother... " I swallowed the lump in my throat, "But they wouldn't want us to mourn their passing. They would want us to celebrate their life; and that's what this wake is going to be."

I waited as they cheered, once they quieted down again I cleared my throat. "There's a lot that needs to be done. For those willing to help please let Kelsey know. I do, however, expect you all to be there. I hope that goes without saying. In the meantime, you will get still get paid for whatever hours you were supposed to be working even while the bar stays closed the next few days. After the wake I'll work on getting things scheduled and back to normal. I won't be leaving until I know this place is in good hands." I stood up. "So, with that all being said, those wanting to help with the wake please stay and speak to Kelsey. Those that think their manager material please speak with me before leaving. Other than that, enjoy the pizza and drinks. And thank you all for being here."

The bar started buzzing with voices as almost everyone was willing to help. I headed back behind the bar and grabbed a beer as Kelsey walked up. "Oh, could you make sure everyone willing to help is here tomorrow same time so we can start assigning tasks?"

"Uh, yeah, no problem, but about the manager-"

"Kelsey, hun, I love you, and please don't take offense to this-"

"Oh, no, not me. I was actually going to suggest Marcus. He's still in town. Graduated and looking for a job here in town." She said.

"What about his degree?" I asked.

She shrugged, "I think it has something to do with wanting to stay close to his mom."

"Thanks, I'll look into it." It was a great idea.

Marcus had the capability to handle the job; had even been a manager at a local starbucks near his college. He was by far the most promising candidate I could think of. Plus, I trusted him wholly.

Dean came around the bar and wrapped a hand around my hip. "You're really stepping up here, Dee." He said with a smile as he kissed my cheek.

"I have to. I've gotta get this all situated so that we can get back."

Dean ushered me into the office motioning for Sam to join us. Once the three of us were inside he closed the door and locked it. "Dee, we aren't rushing you through this. We'll stay here as long as it takes to get things taken care of. You don't have to rush, babe."

I turned on some music, not loudly, just enough that if for some reason someone were trying to eavesdrop they wouldn't hear what we were saying. "I'm not naive enough to think that Lucifer is just going to sit on his hands while I handle some personal business. I'm not just gonna let you two galavant off on your own without me! I have to get this all taken care of quickly so that we can get back out there doing what we do best."

Sam and Dean exchanged glances, but didn't say anything. "What?" I finally asked them.

"Look, Dee." Dean said, stepping forward and taking my hand. "We love you, we're here for you. But it's alright if you want to take a breather and stay here for a while."

I narrowed my eyes at him, "Are you seriously suggesting that I stay here and let you two go out there and do this on your own?"

"You've had a lot happen to you in the last couple of weeks." Sam replied softly.

"Trust me, Sam, I'm well aware of what I've gone through in the few months, but I'm not sitting out. Give me a week. I'll have everything settled here and we can leave. Just one week."

"Dee, that's a lot to have to take care of in one week." Sam added.

"And you're gonna watch me get it done." I said turning off the music and unlocking the door.

Dean put his hand on the door before I could open it. "Dee, we aren't trying to push you away."

I looked at him, "Certainly feels that way."

"No, babe, not at all. We just want to give you the time if you want to take it." Dean replied.

"I don't want extra time. We don't have extra time, and you know that."

Dean and Sam both nodded. "Alright, then we'll do what we can to help." Dean finally said.

"Right now, if you want to help you can run back to my place and get my laptop, please."

Dean nodded and kissed my cheek. "Consider it done. I'll be right back." he slipped out the door, closing it behind him.

Sam flipped the lock on the door and gently pulled me over to the small sofa against the far wall. I had caught Ted sleeping there plenty of times, it was the reason it was in his office in the first place.

"Just take a breather, Dee. For a few minutes." Sam said softly, giving me his perfectly puppy eyes.

"Don't look at me like that, Sam. I'm not breaking here. I can handle this. I've mourned the loss of two people close to me and I'm moving on. It's what they would want. I've cried enough already." I said, moving to get up.

Sam pulled me back toward him, making me fall in his lap. "That's not what I'm saying. You've been going since you got up this moment. Just take a moment for yourself."

I turned to face him, my legs sprawling on the couch. His arms around me. Well, if I was going to take a moment, I might as well… take it. I wrapped a hand around his neck and leaned down to kiss him.

"What… are… you… doing?" He asked between kisses.

"I'm taking a moment." I said softly.

"That's not quite what I had in mind." Sam replied.

"Are you saying that you don't want to kiss me?" I asked teasingly.

He chuckled, "No, that's-"

"Then shut up and kiss me." i leaned back to his lips and kissed him. For a few moments he deepened the kiss until a knock sounded on the door. I got up with a sigh and unlocked the door, opened it and sat down at the desk, while Sam stayed on the couch.

It was Kelsey. "So, pretty much everyone will be here tomorrow, same time. Most of us are clearing out now. Don't worry we're all cleaning up after ourselves. I'm headed out now. But, you should really call Marcus and get him in here and make him an offer. 'Cause no one out there is manager material except for Henry and he doesn't want to take it."

"Thank you, Kelsey. I plan on it."

"Alright. I'll see you tomorrow."

I waved at her as she walked away. Dean came back and handed me my laptop. I opened it and dialed in Chelsea's skype number as I prepped the fax machine to fax everything over to her from Mr. Robinson.

"Well, hi there!" Chelsea said to the guys sitting on the sofa.

I made my way back on screed. "Hey, so I have somethings I'm faxing over to you right now as we speak. Please, no sad words let me just get this all out. I've had a death in my… personal family and inherited quite a lot. I'm sending you over all the paperwork, copies of deeds, insurance papers, death certificates, and whatever else is in there. I need it all added into my accounts and get things switched into my name. Yes, I know I will be charged for these hours and you know I'm good for it."

"Um, first off. Wow, that was a lot to take in. Yes I'm getting the paperwork now…" She paused as she started going through the papers. "Wait, are these figures accurate?"

Dean stood up and leaned over my shoulder, "We already asked her that, and yes they are."

"No, Dee. There's an actual life insurance form in here too. Did the… Frank Robinson go over it with you?"

"Um, no, actually. He didn't. Why?"

"I'll take care of filing the claim for it, but…" She held up the life insurance paper. Proudly displaying the 2.5 million for each of them as a life insurance policy with me as the benefactor. "That on top of everything else you just got… Don't take this the wrong way, I'm truly sorry for your loss… But will you please stop making so much money so easily!"

"Trust me, Chels, it's not easy. So, let me know if I need me to take care of anything else. You have access to my accounts to handle property insurance changes and all of that, right?"

"Well, yeah. I am your personal attorney as well. Anything else you need me to do?"

"Yeah, take the insurance policy money and donate it to the foundation."

"All of it?"

"Yes."

"Alright. I'll take care of it. I'll probably need some signatures from you though."

"Call me on my cell phone when you need me and I'll skype you from here."

"Alright, sounds good. Sorry again for your loss, hun. Ted was a good guy."

"He was. Thank you."

I closed the skype call and looked into my accounts seeing the transfers of Ted and Lucy's assets into my personal account.

Dean whistled, "Damn, is that seriously your bank account?"

I closed my laptop, "Yes, now you know why I insist on paying for everything."

He nodded, "No kidding. Anyway, everyone is pretty much gone. What's next on the agenda, babe?"

"Right now, I need to head over to the hotel and check the office over there." I got up and headed out of the office, Sam and Dean behind me.

The bar was empty now, except for us. Everyone had cleaned up after themselves leaving no mess behind. I turned on my heel and grabbed my laptop and the bar's keys. I locked up the office and the bar before grabbing the hotel keys from my car.

We all headed over to the hotel's office. I bypassed the front desk and went straight to the manager's office. Dean behind me. Sam stopped at the front desk.

"Hey, Dee, do you mind if I take a room? I'm kind of beat." Sam asked.

"No, go for it. What room?"

"Um, I don't care. How do I work this card machine thing?" Sam asked.

I chuckled and walked out there, showing him how to program a keycard to a room. I handed him the card, "Room 101." I smiled.

He took the card. "Thank you." he kissed my cheek before walking out.

I went back into the office, where Dean was.

"So, what's behind that door?" Dean asked pointing behind the desk.

"The manager's suite." I walked over and unlocked the door. "At one time Ted had a stay in manager when he first opened this place. He just took one of the family suites and added a door to the office."

The suite had a small kitchenette with a living room that included a pull out sofa and two separate rooms with a bathroom.

"I used it before Harold gave me the apartment. Hasn't been used since. I still have a key for it on my keychain too."

I walked back out and closed the door to the front office and locked it. I didn't want anyone thinking we were open right now. Until I got a manager in place, the hotel and bar would be closed. I went back into the manager's office and started going through the files on the computer. The hotel had never been really busy on a regular basis. During the summer it was pretty busy and it of course had regulars like truckers and what not that passed through frequently.

When I was done I locked the computer and got up. Dean was behind me and wrapped his arms around me. "Dee, dang. Seriously, just take a breather."

I turned and faced him. "Yeah, that's what Sam said, but he seemed rather reluctant to let me use my time the way I wanted to."

Dean smirked at me, "You'll find me much more willing." He teased.

"Is that so?" I asked as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Very willing." He nodded as he brought his lips to mine and nearly took my breath away with the instant rush of desire that flowed through me.

I pulled away and took his hand and led him into one of the bedrooms in the manager's suite. I striped off my over shirt and tank top before turning around to face him. He had already removed his shirt as well. I ran my hands over his bare chest as he kissed me passionately.

Before long we were both naked under the covers. His fingers trailing over my skin making me yearn for more as his lips caressed teasingly. When he was finally between my legs, I was adrift in the ecstasy of pleasure. Forgetting everything for just those minutes was a welcome relief.

Afterward we got dressed I told him that I wanted to check out the house real quick and he agreed. He called Sam's phone and let him know. Sam had finished taking a shower and decided to go with us.

I drove us to the house, remember what Ted had put in the letter about the safe. When we got there, everything looked the way I remembered it. I went straight to Ted's office and moved the portrait and found the safe.

"What's in there?" Dean asked.

"I have no idea." I spun the lock to Lucy's birth date and it clicked open.

Inside were stacks of cash, ID cards, passports, fake ID cards and newspaper clippings. Dean looked through the IDs, tossing them on the desk.

"What is all this?" Sam asked.

I shook my head and shrugged. "I don't know." I scanned the newspaper clippings, finding that most of the articles were about strange deaths… the same type of cases we usually took.

"Uh, guys, there's something else back-" We all went quiet as we heard a mechanical grinding.

"What the hell did you do?" Dean asked Sam who had his hand in the safe.

"I pressed the button." Sam replied.

I walked over to the coat closet where the noise had come from and opened the door. I moved the coats aside and behind them was a staircase leading down into a basement I didn't even know that the house had.

"Over here." I said.

The guys peaked down the stairs with me.

"Dee, you got any idea what's going on?" Dean asked.

"Do I look like I know what's going on?" I replied as I pulled out my phone, using the screen to light the stairs.

I slowly started to head down and the guys followed me. I found a light switch at the bottom of the stairs and flipped it on. I almost dropped my phone in shock. We stood in a large room, probably half the size of the whole house. There were rows upon rows of bookcases stuffed with old books. A large sofa with a desk behind it were in the middle of the room. Behind the desk on the wall, were weapons, guns, knives, axes. What stopped me in my tracks were the sigils on the ceiling, the same ones we knew to use to keep demons out.

On the desk was a laptop, a bit bulky and looked more military grade than anything.

"This library could rival Bobby's." Sam said as he skimmed through the books.

"There's bedrooms back here." Dean said from down the hallway. "And a small kitchen and bathroom. My guess, it's a panic room… for a hunter. You got something you need to tell us, Dee?"

I was still standing at the bottom of the stairs gawking.

Sam walked over to me, "Dee, you okay?"

I shook my head, "Not really…" I brushed past Sam and sat at the desk.

I opened the laptop. It required a password. I tried Lucy's birthday, but that didn't work. Then something told me to try my birth date. Ted had left this here for me. He had directed me to the safe for a reason. The laptop dinged with approval.

I didn't know what to look for, but right on the home screen was a file marked for me. I opened it and a video of Ted played:

"Hey there sweetheart. If you're watching this it means my time finally came. I've got a lot to fill you in on. First off, welcome to my safe room. This house belonged to my father before me and he built this room. I just added to it. I'm sure you've guessed by now, but I was raised a hunter. Them boys you're with… I know their hunters too. In fact, I met their father once, John Winchester. I knew their grandfather too, Samuel Campbell, not that he was very friendly toward other hunters." By now Sam and Dean were leaning over me as we all watched the video. "This is all yours now. I never would've picked the life of a hunter for you, but you decided to follow your heart. I got into investing as a means to have continuous income, something my father taught me. But I was never an investment banker. Once I decided that Lucy was it for me I quit. I got out, but I maintained connections and helped from a distance. Anyway, this is all your nows. Lots of information in those books, but throughout the years I've scanned them all and they're all on this laptop. All the information my many generations of hunters in my family has gathered is here. This safe room is lined with iron and salt, marked as well. Safe as can be, should you ever need a safe haven. I wish I would've talked to you about this in person, but I guess I hoped that if I chose to ignore your obvious choice… maybe you wouldn't be a hunter." He paused for a moment. "In the back bedroom there's a box of things for you. I've learned in my time that having these are usefully when investigating, hopefully they'll help you and those boys too."

"Lucy never knew about any of this. I never wanted her to. But that's not important right now. I'm not sure what you've gotten yourself into, girl, but I know that them boys will protect you… or more likely you'll be the one protecting them. You're a good girl, Dee, strong, independent, smart, resourceful, and skilled in many ways. You'll make a great hunter, even if it's what I wouldn't have wanted for you.

"I love ya, kiddo. Just know that. Be careful out there and I'll be watching over you. Stay safe." The video ended and I stared at the screen.

"Bobby's never gonna believe this." Dean said.

"I don't believe this." Sam added.

My head was reeling with all the information I had just found out. I could barely focus on what the guys started talking about. Sam nudged my shoulder, "Dee, can I take a look?"

I nodded absentmindedly and headed toward the stairs and sat down. I had known him for a while. I had sat in his office. Ate dinner with him and his wife. How did I not know that this was here the whole time?

"Wow, Dean, this database is so easy to search. Just a few search terms and it brings up everything on it. Enter in cause of death, or wounds, or markings… this is awesome." Sam rambled on.

My head felt like it was going to explode with all the new information about Ted and I couldn't handle it. I got up and headed back upstairs and outside. Sitting on the front porch steps, I rested my elbows on my knees and cradled my head as I tried to organize my thoughts. It was already dark and the cool air felt refreshing.

If he knew what I was doing, if he knew who I was with… why didn't he ever tell me?

Dean came out and sat behind me, pulling me against him, between his legs. "Too much to handle right now?"

"I just needed a minute to breath… and sort through this. Why didn't he ever tell me? He knew who you were… he could've said something. We could've…"

"What, had a bonding moment over risking your life killing demons and ghosts?" Dean asked.

"Maybe. I don't know."

"So, Ted's real name was Theodore Markson… his dad was Larry Markson, and guess who had his contact information?"

"Your dad?"

"No, Bobby. He knew Ted. Not like, closely or anything, but still knew him." Dean replied.

I shook my head and sighed. "I can't believe all that time in this house I never knew that safe room was there."

"Are you sure? You're the one that said you wanted to keep this place as a safe house. Maybe you had intuition that it was there?"

"No, I just figured it would be a good thing to have when we're passing through." I said as I leaned against him.

Sam came out, carrying a box. "So, this is for you. I haven't opened it." He set it down in front of me.

I took a deep breath and leaned forward, taking the top of it off. Inside were a couple of handgun, IDs, fake ID badges for FBI for me in various names and his hunter journal with his dad's journal as well and a few other odds and ends.

"Well, now you have you're own ID badge…" Sam picked them up. "These are better than ours."

"These guns are also standard FBI handguns." I added. "I have a feeling those FBI IDs are also verifiable."

"How?" Dean asked.

"Let's take it down stairs and find out." I said.

Sam grabbed the box and we headed back to the safe room. I sat in front of the laptop and brought up the FBI HQ website and found the necessary links for verifying agents. Sam laid down the IDs and I entered one in at a time. Each ID was verifiable, not entirely traceable to supervisors, but easily verifiable the same way a police agency would verify them.

"All verifiable." I said.

"How did he manage to do that?" Dean asked.

I shrugged, "Connections maybe. I have no clue. But they're verifiable."

"Well, now we just need to get you a suit and you can actually work more on cases with us." Dean said, kissing the top of my head.

"Seems Ted was better at this than dad was." Sam added.

"Alright, it's getting late and we need to eat. I'm gonna head upstairs and cook us some dinner." I said standing up.

"Wait, you cook too?" Dean asked.

I smacked him playfully, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Uh, we've known you for a while Dee, and you've never cooked since we've known you. At least not that we know of." Sam replied.

"Well, then prepare to be surprised… again." I smiled as I headed up stairs.

In the kitchen I found everything I needed to make a chicken tetrazzini. I set to work cooking the chicken, getting the cream sauce ready, making the noodles and getting the cheese shredded.

Sam came in, "Can I help with anything?"

"You can shred the cheese for me." I said with a smile.

Sam nodded and set to work.

Within thirty minutes the tetrazzini was in the oven and making the house smell amazing.

Dean came up sniffing the air, "It smells amazing! What is it?"

"I have no idea, but it looks just as good." Sam said as he sipped on a beer.

While the tetrazzini was in the oven I got a salad made with fresh ingredients Lucy must've just gotten before she passed. I also readied some bread for garlic bread.

When everything was ready the guys helped me set it up on the table while I went to Ted's small wine fridge and pick a nice red wine to go with the pasta.

We sat down and dished up. The guys dug in with gusto. I chuckled as I watched them and sipped on my wine. I ate salad first and picked at the pasta, merely because I wasn't too hungry.

"Damn, Dee! This is awesome!" Dean said between mouthfuls.

"Yeah, really good, Dee. Thank you." Sam added.

"You're welcome." I said with a smile.

"Where'd you learn to make this?" Dean asked.

"Myself." I said with a shrug. "I actually enjoy cooking. I have a small collection of recipes." I added, tapping my head with my finger.

"You really just never cease to amaze, do you?" Sam asked with a chuckle.

"Yeah, but this," I gestured to the food, "Is me, not my power."

"Well, babe," Dean said, "We love everything about you. And you still amaze us… pretty much daily."

"And that's powers aside." Sam added.

I got up with my plate, "I still say you're both biased." I turned the water and got ready to start cleaning up.

"Oh no you don't." Sam said standing up. "You cooked. Dean and I can clean up."

"Are you sure? I don't mind."

Sam handed me my wine glass and the bottle. "You go relax." He kissed my forehead.

I headed out to the back porch and sat on the swing out there. I sipped the wine and just enjoyed the quiet. Then I caught sight of the back yard's shack. I had never been in there and had never thought to ask what was in there. Lucy had her garden shack along the side of the house, so it couldn't be filled with garden tools.

I took out the house keys from my pocket and headed over. I found that the ring of keys had a key to the lock on the chain around the door. I opened it and smiled widely.

Ted had a motorcycle! A gorgeous double seat sport cycle. I found the keys to it on the shelf and got all giddy. Then I found the bike's papers. The bike was already registered in my name and he had purchased it only a couple months before. He had purchased the bike for me!

I couple of happy tears fell over my cheek. I had told Ted I had enjoyed riding motorcycles, but hadn't yet decided whether I should purchase one for myself. He had even gotten me a nice helmet. I rolled the bike out the doors and turned the key in the ignition. The bike purred and displayed a full gas tank.

I grabbed the helmet and put it on. I got on the bike and revved the engine. I felt a thrill run through my system. I kicked the kickstand up and took off around the yard.

I caught sight of Dean and Sam standing on the back porch and came to a stop in front of them and took of my helmet, shaking out my hair.

"You like?" I asked with a wide grin.

"Where did that come from?" Sam asked.

Dean walked down and admired it, "Very nice."

"Ted bought it for me a few months ago. He just hadn't had the chance to give it to me yet." I replied. "Wanna ride?" I asked Dean.

Dean smirked, "Hell yeah."

I handed him the helmet and he slipped it on and got on the bike that was still running. He revved the engine and kicked the kick stand up.

"Since when do you ride motorcycles?" Sam asked, crossing his arms and leaning against a post.

"Since college. Got on one my first time and loved it! Obviously in a state where it rains more than anything a bike wasn't very practical. Living here I had contemplated it. I happened to mention it to Ted once so long ago. Didn't even think he was really paying attention."

Dean returned after a few minutes. "Sam, you gotta try it!"

Sam chuckled, "Fine, but Dee's riding with me." he handed me the helmet put I shook my head. He shrugged and tossed it back to Dean and got on.

I climbed on behind Sam and wrapped my arms around him. He took off almost expertly. I loved the feel of the wind blowing through my hair behind me. I moved my hands to Sam's shoulders and made sure my feet were study on the stands and stood up.

"What are you doing?" Sam yelled.

"Just hold it steady." I yelled back with a smile.

Sam laughed, "You're crazy!"

I felt free, standing behind Sam on the bike with the wind whipping around me. I sat back down and he brought us back to the porch.

I got off and Sam did too. Then I climbed back on and took off. I went back on the back wheel excitedly and revved the engine faster as I landed back on the front wheel. I stood up, keeping my hands on the handles as I sped up to a small yet steep hill and jumped it landing with a rush of adrenaline.

"Thank you, Ted." I said to myself and hoping that wherever he was watching over me from he could see how happy his gift had made.

I heard Dean whistle at me and headed back to the porch and cut the engine.

"I take it we'll be taking the bike back with us?" Dean asked with a wide smile.

"Hell yeah! I'm not leaving it here!" I said.

"So, get you a bike and you're all smiles? Good to know!" Sam said with a chuckle.

"Alright, are we staying here for the night? Or what?" Dean asked.

"Might as well. Plenty of rooms here and it's already getting late." I replied.

"Okay. I'm gonna take a shower and get some sleep." Dean said as he kissed my cheek and headed inside.

"You coming in?" Sam asked.

"No, not tired. But I am gonna grab my jacket." I ran around the house and grabbed my jacket from my car and headed back to the bike.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked.

"Wanna come with?" I asked with a smirk.

Sam turned and glanced back toward the house for a moment then turned back toward me. "Alright."

I climbed on and Sam got behind me. I pulled my hair into a messy, but tight bun so that my hair wouldn't bother him. I took off, heading to a great spot to stargaze up in the hills.

It took us fifteen minutes to get there and I parked the bike and we got off. I let my hair down, hating the weight of it up on my head and shook it out as I sat down. Sam sat behind me and I leaned back into his arms.

"Is there anything else that you can do that you haven't told us?" Sam asked with a chuckle.

"Like what?"

"I don't know. You just seem to keep surprising us." He kissed my temple. "It's nice up here. Quiet."

"I know."

We stayed there for almost an hour and then headed back, he drove us back. On the way back I pulled a move from a classic movie and wrapped a leg around Sam and moved to straddle him. He moved his arm so that I could. Once I was situated he sped up as I wrapped my hands around his neck.

"You're the craziest woman I've ever met!" He said with a chuckle.

"You love it, and you know it!" I met his lips as he pulled up by my car and stopped the bike.

He cut the engine and wrapped his arms around me and deepened the kiss. We got off the bike and headed into the house. I led him past the room, Dean was snoring away in and toward another guest room.

I closed the door behind us and took my jacket off and boots. Sam did the same and then wrapped me in his arms and lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He laid me on the bed and finally let me have my moment with him.

We fell asleep quickly.