Short, I know. Sorry. I will try to put up another chapter this week!

Four Days Later

"Home sweet home," Dean smiles at her as he pulls up to the small two story house in Smith Center, Kansas. He parks the Impala in the two car driveway and looks over at her in the passenger seat, curious at the reaction she'll have once she sees their place.

Lizzy's face is a mix of nerves, awe and pure hope. She looks out at the modest building, the bright white siding with black trim and red front door is everything she's ever dreamed of since she was twenty and became a hunter, ditching everything normal behind her. It's everything she's wished for in those middle of the night dreams that would plague her. She would always see a cute house, a place to make a home for her boys, and she would always try to grab for the knob on the front door… but she never could quite reach it. Some invisible force kept her from being able to go inside.

But there it is. A house that could be ripped right from her dreams and this time it's actually tangible for her.

The front porch is bright and sunny with a couple chairs, a rocker, and some plants that desperately need watering. She can tell from the green grass in the small front yard and the curtains in the windows that this is a home, a real one. The people in it cared for it, kept it up and loved it. And the Big Wheels bike just abandoned randomly in the bright walkway? It nearly crushes her.

This is everything.

"You alright?" Dean asks her when he watches closely to her reaction to the house. He's getting the feeling she's being a little overwhelmed.

"I get out, daddy!" Sammy calls from the backseat, his legs kicking as he pushes out on the straps of his car seat.

"I'm coming, buddy," Dean says to him, patting Lizzy's knee once before he gets out of the car.

As he pulls Sammy out of the car seat Lizzy opens her own door and gets out. She stands tall, eyes never leaving the house. She can't stop looking at it. They have a house. They have a home. This is… wonderfully weird.

"Mommy! This my bike!" she hears Sammy's voice shout excitedly as he runs past her legs the moment he's put on his feet. He makes it to the Big Wheels swiftly and climbs on. "Watch!"

And he starts tearing down the driveway… or at least what he thinks is tearing down the driveway. He's only going about as fast as two year old legs can pedal.

"I had one of those when I was really young," Dean tells her when he stands next to her, pulling an arm around her shoulders. "Loved that damn thing… Hey!" he calls out halfway through his statement as he watches Sammy. "Too close to the road!"

Sammy diligently listens, turning around and heading back towards them in the paved driveway.

"So… what do you think?" Dean asks, gesturing to the house. "I know it isn't big and it's a little old, but we've put some good work into her."

The way she looks up at him, eyes shining and her chin quivering a bit, he knows the answer.

"Yeah, I like it too," Dean smiles and pulls her closer with an arm around her shoulder. "Sammy! Let's show mommy the house!"

"Okay!" he brightly returns and gets off his Big Wheels, leaving it right where it is while running to the porch. He's just too excited to be home and out of the car.

They grab their bags and follow Sammy to the front door. Dean pulls out his keys, the key ring noticeably fuller these days with more than a single car key on it, and unlocks it. He turns the knob, pushes it open, and lets Sammy bolt inside.

"Mommy! This my house!" Sammy tells her, arms wide as he wants her to look at everything. He immediately runs to the living room and points to a wall covered in picture frames in an array. "Look! You here!"

"Sammy, dude… slow down," Dean laugh a little at his son's exuberance, dropping all their bags by the door and heading towards his boy. He picks him up to prevent him from running around too much and overpowering Lizzy with his energy more than he already has. "Mommy wants to see everything. Give her a second."

Lizzy stands by the door frozen. The home is… damn it, it's adorable. It's not at all what she was expecting from two male hunters that have never had a home before now. The hardwood floors are shiny. The area rugs bright. The overstuffed, comfy blue couch and loveseat look nap-able. The walls are a light gray and they're covered in pictures and artwork… and she can't speak. Even the kitchen in the back of the house looks clean with stainless steel appliances and marble counters.

Pressing a hand to her mouth, Lizzy bites back tears yet again. Three weeks she's been back and all she's done is cry with excitement or joy. When will that get old finally?

"You come here, mommy?" Sammy gives up with his patience and asks Lizzy to come closer.

Lizzy nods, not trusting her voice to be there, and heads for him without a word.

"Look, that you!" Sammy points to the wall. About fifteen framed photos are arranged in a collage, just like in the Massachusetts apartment Lizzy and Dean had for a year. Back then, when Sam was gone and they had gotten out of hunting for the time being, she made it for herself and Dean to remember all those they lost as they had been the only ones left. She placed Dean's most cherished picture in the center, the only picture he had left of his mother and him.

That's not the picture in the middle anymore. In their home it's been replaced. Now, smack in the middle, is a picture of Lizzy holding her infant son, the onesie she loved most on him… the black one that said My Daddy Can Kick Your Daddy's Ass.

"That is me," Lizzy nods at Sammy and points to the little baby in the picture. "And that's you."

Sammy smiles at her.

"You were so little," Lizzy laughs instead of cries. She leans in and kisses her boy's cheek. "And so cute."

"I cute?" Sammy asks.

"Very," Lizzy grins at him with pride. He is damn cute. They made one hell of a cute kiddo. She looks at Dean. "Thank you."

Dean just kisses her lips quickly and puts Sammy down. He knows she means that she's thankful for making sure Sammy knew who she was while she was away. Sammy doesn't seem confused at all by his relationship to her and he more than seems excited to have her around. Her level of gratitude is immeasurable.

"We see my room now!" Sammy shouts as he runs off, halting when he reaches the stairs. He takes them one at a time, his quickness slowed down drastically by the obstacle, and his cuteness just gets that much cuter.

"You better listen," Dean laughs lightly as he watches his boy get way too happy to be home. "We can do a better tour when he's down for a nap later."

Lizzy nods and goes along with it despite how badly she wants to look around more, especially at those pictures. But her boy is overly excited right now and she can't help but want to follow him more than do anything else.

Making her way up the stairs, Lizzy takes a deep breath. Surreal. Everything is so surreal.

When they reach the second floor there are three open doors. One in the middle that Sammy bolted through and one to either side of that. She heads into Sammy's room and smiles the second she gets in there.

"Mommy, look! I got car!" Sammy nearly shouts as he climbs into the red Corvette car bed in the center of the room. "Mommy! Look!"

"I see it, baby," Lizzy laughs at his antics as she walks to it. She drops down on it and looks at the wide grin Sammy has on, realizing he actually does look like her a little. Specifically when he smiles wide like that. "This bed is pretty awesome."

"Daddy say I can have it."

"I'm sure daddy was very excited to buy it for you because he wishes they made them for daddies too," Lizzy giggles and reaches out for her boy, pulling him into her lap.

"Never got to have one myself," Dean shrugs and stands in the doorway, watching. He leans a shoulder into the frame and crosses his arms, watching happily. "And sadly they don't make classic Impala beds, which is crap."

"Mommy, you stay here now?" Sammy asks up to her as he sits there, his back to her front and comfortable. Being close to her is easy and he's so used to her now that it's all second nature.

"Of course," Lizzy tells him. "From now on, where ever you are… I'm there too."

"You don't leave and work?" Sammy wants to make sure. Now that he knows her so much he doesn't want her to leave.

"I certainly hope not, baby," Lizzy promises, leaning down and kissing his cheek. She then blows a raspberry onto it and he giggles again, her new favorite sound. "I'm staying with you and daddy for good."

"Honey, we're home!" Sam's voice calls out through the home and Sammy's reaction is priceless.

"Uncle Sam!" he shouts in a high pitched voice that makes Lizzy wince. He scrambles out of her lap and runs out of the room to greet his aunt and uncle that where just behind them on the ride from Montana. The second he's gone, Dean smirks at his wife.

"He's a whirlwind."

"You don't say," Lizzy smiles right back. "He loves his home."

"So do I now that everyone's in it," Dean tells her, reaching for her hand. He pulls her to her feet. "You doing okay?"

"I'm alright, surprisingly," she nods. "A lot to take in."

"I figured."

"But it's all so… fuck, it's so nice," Lizzy laughs with disbelief. "I wasn't ready for that."

"What did you expect?" Dean asks her.

"I don't know… some Zeppelin posters and beer bottles laying around. Maybe more military bunker and less… real home."

Dean grins. "Yeah, well… it's funny what a kid will do to your sense of style."

"And Lou probably did most of it."

"Probably," he lets on to the truth. He then slides his hands over her hips and faces her straight on, looking down at her surprised brown eyes. "But I helped where I could. I'm good at painting walls and swinging a hammer."

"Ooh, is that supposed to be a turn on?" Lizzy flirts a little, arms coming around his neck. "Because you doing house repairs… mm, kinda sexy."

"I also rebuilt the front steps and replaced some boards on the porch," Dean leans down a little closer, grinning with how damn happy he is to have her here in the home he made for them.

"So hot," Lizzy smirks back up at him as his lips come closer.

"And… I built the swing set out back. No help," Dean grins a little more, his lips brushing hers as he tells her.

"Ooh, baby," Lizzy jokes a little more and pulls him in, kissing him good for the very idea that he's been such a domestic king. She loves it. A lot.

Taking some time to enjoy the moment, the feel of his lips still like a long lost treat to her even after feeling them every day for a few weeks now, Lizzy melts against this man she never thought she'd see again.

"This is some kind of dream, right?" Lizzy asks against his lips, kissing him again instead of waiting for an answer.

"Mommy! You come outside!"

They both hear Sammy yelling for her on the bottom floor and they part lips, Lizzy's cheeks hurting with how hard she smiles with the interruption by their little boy.

"You're awake, momma," Dean winks at her and grabs her ass with both hands before letting go of her. "Wanna check out my craftsmanship?"

"Definitely," she grins, her face hurting from not being used to smiling so much. She takes his hand and he leads the way.

Sammy crashed after two hours outside in the backyard. Playing on the swing set followed by nonstop running around playing any game Sammy wanted all while Sam grilled up burgers for dinner on the grill. They have a backyard. With a swing set. And a grill.

And Lizzy's not sure she made it out of Purgatory after all. Maybe when a human dies even there they get sent to Heaven or Hell. She likes to think she's Heaven bound so maybe this is Heaven.

Now, Lizzy's wandering the house, stopping to check things out like the refrigerator stock or the picture collage on the wall in the living room. She's impressed. Everyone important to them was there, even the picture of her parents when they were dating that Dean still somehow held onto for her. It was touching to see.

By the time she finishes the bottom floor she's amazed. She gets to live here. She gets to spend days with her family making real lives. They'll probably still hunt when necessary. Lou and Sam sounded damn confident that they had work to do with Kevin… if they ever find him that is… but they can have a home too. The possibilities seem endless all of a sudden.

When Lizzy's wanderings lead her to the second floor she takes a guess and heads right. Looking into the open bedroom door she finds Dean with an open duffle bag on the big bed in the middle of the room. Taking one look around the space Lizzy immediately starts to laugh.

Dean's head whips up to see her in the doorway. "What's so funny?"

"Who lives here, a sixteen year old!?" Lizzy asks while hysterically laughing at what she sees. Clothes are strewn all over, something she's not really all that surprised by. Dean's never been a clean, tidy man. But it looks like his own closet threw up, nothing on hangers and all items, dirty and clean, mingle together in piles everywhere. And then there are the posters put up with tape. Led Zeppelin, a classic Impala print, Metallica. No curtains on the two windows in the room, old second hand furniture that's seen better days, piles of lore books on the dresser with no rhyme or reason to their organization, and an unmade bed. If she hadn't know her husband so well, known what he's like when left to his own devices, she might have asked when they adopted a teenaged boy.

"Hey! Easy!" Dean calls her out as he tosses dirty clothes from his duffle in the general direction of the hamper. He misses completely but doesn't even look to see if he missed. He doesn't care all that much.

"Easy? Dean, you're thirty-three. You're a dad," she laughs a little more as she makes her way to the hamper and scoops up the items he missed. She drops them in for him.

"Yeah, so?" Dean asks, pulling more clothes out of his duffle and leaving it in a pile on the bed. He walks for the dresser while asking, "What are you, my mom?"

"No, sweetheart. I'm your wife… and I have to share this room with you," she says, something slightly giddy behind her voice at the very idea. Their bedroom. They have one.

"You like Zeppelin," he points out, pulling the drawers on one side of the dresser all open. He pulls a few stacks of t-shirts and folded jeans out and adds them to the pile on the bed.

She sighs a little. "Look, I get it. You never had a room of your own…."

"Don't Freud me right now," Dean complains, hating when she does that. She's too accurate for it to be fun.

Lizzy rolls her eyes. "Baby, it's not like it takes Freud to figure this one out. But if I'm gonna share a room with you…."

"Compromise," Dean finishes for her, gesturing to his work now completed.

Eyes checking out the dresser, Lizzy sees that Dean's opened every drawer on the right side and emptied them out. It didn't take all that much as he's still simple at heart with his necessities but still, the gesture is there.

"Unpack," Dean says with lighthearted excitement behind his veiled same-old-same-old demeanor.

Without responding, Lizzy watches him scoop up item after item from the floor, making one giant pile of clothes on the bed. He starts sorting, tossing whatever smelled a certain level of used into the hamper and quickly folding the rest.

When he's occupied he doesn't see her come up right next to him. She grabs his arm and kisses his cheek, another thank you of sorts for everything that's happening.

Standing next to her husband while her son is asleep in his own room, sorting through their laundry and filling her dresser with her clothing in her room in her house… the surreal becomes real for her for the first time since they arrived.

That night she put her son to sleep after brushing his teeth and putting him in his favorite SpongeBob pajamas. They read a book from the small bookcase full of options for him to choose from, most of which were collected by his very smart uncle that loves him dearly. And Sammy tucked right into his bed, out like a light, proving just how comfortable he is in that house.

Lizzy walked around the small, sweet house one last time around midnight. She locked all the doors, checked under rugs to find devil's traps and found all the very secured, child-proof hiding places for the holy water and weaponry she assumed would be there. She smiled the entire time. Winning the lottery couldn't feel half as good as this.

And when she was happy with the security of their home, their home, she bid Lou and Sam goodnight as they say on the couch catching up on Breaking Bad episodes. She climbed the stairs, checked in on her boy one last time, and went into what is now considered Dean and her room.

She found him shucking out of his flannel and hanging it up in the closet. She immediately helped him out of the rest of his clothing, him returning the favor right after, before getting into the big, comfortable bed. With her mind in a far better place now that she's been back in the real world for a month, Lizzy let herself be pulled fully into the domestic dream when Dean's hands and mouth welcome her sweetly and so lovingly.

If this is what she fought for… then every drop of sweat and blood, over ounce of pain and heartache, have been more than worth it.