Family Remains

Epilogue

*3 Years Later*

A little girl squealed with laughter as she ran past her father, her uncle was on his hands and knees chasing her around the house. The young girls father was standing by, talking on the phone, watching his young daughter run around with an amused smile on his lips.

She reminded him so much of her mother with her long auburn blonde hair, adorable button nose, full like lips, and her pale skin. She has his bright green eyes and easily able to tan with only being out in the sun for a couple hours.

He hung up the phone and picked her up as she jumped in his arms, still running away from her fathers younger brother.

The younger brother stood up with a small wince.

"I'm getting to old for that," He groaned.

His brother laughed.

"Sammy, you're not too old for anything with its with her," Dean said tickling his daughters side.

She giggled and tried pulling away, but was trapped in his embrace.

"Daddy!" She squealed. "No, stop!"

Dean laughed and put her down. She ran off with a smile on her lips.

"Thank you for watching her," Dean said.

"No problem," Sam smiled. "She can definitely be a handful."

"Yeah, especially since Ashley is gone, it's been harder for me," Dean said, smile slightly dropping.

"You do alright, brother, you really have," Sammy reassured him.

"Yeah," Dean said, bowing his head looking down at the floor.

"I'm going to go find the Little Monster," Sam said, leaving the room.

Dean sighed and went towards the stairs.

"Sammy! Dean! I'm home," A voice yelled from near the front of the house.

"Mommy!" Mary screamed.

"Baby," Ashley smiled widely as she picked up her daughter.

"I missed you, mommy," Mary smiled.

"Babe, you're back early," Dean said heading towards Ash and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"I missed you guys too much," She said.

"Missed you too," Sam said coming into the view and giving her a side hug.

"Hey guys, I stopped at the store and got a few things, will you get the bags please?" Ash asked the guys.

Sam and Dean went out the front door towards the car that sits out in the parking space.

"I got you something," She told Mary, her three year old daughter.

"What did you get me? What did you get me?" She bounced in Ash's arms.

"You'll see when Daddy and Uncle Sammy come back in," Ash told her.

Ash set her down on the kitchen counter just as the guys came back in, arms full of bags.

"I thought you said 'a few things'?" Dean questioned, setting the bags down.

"Eh," She shrugged with a laugh.

Ash started sifting through the bags, searching for the thing that she had bought for Mary.

"A tutu!" Mary yelled in delight as she watched her mother pull it out of the bag.

It was a cute, layered black tutu that would look adorable on the little girl with just the right shirt.

"Can I put it on?" Mary asked.

"Of course," Ash said, helping Mary out of her pants.

Ash looked over at Dean who was watching.

"Will you go find a shirt to go with it?" She asked him.

"Be right back," He mumbled, heading for the stairs.

Bounding up the stairs, he disappeared from sight. Sammy came into the kitchen, holding a couple bags.

"Yeah," He said. "A few things."

Ash laughed.

"Don't judge me," She said.

"How was your visit to your parents?" Sam asked.

Ash nodded and smile slightly as she fixed the tutu on Mary.

"It was fine," She said. "Can you believe its been thirteen years?"

"Has it really?" Sam asked, surprised.

"Yeah," She said, looking at Mary.

"When can I meet Grandma and Grandpa?" Mary asked.

Ash smiled sadly at the young girl.

"I'll take you to meet them once you're old enough to understand," She said.

"Understand what, Mommy?" She asked, confused.

"You'll see, ok?" Ash asked her.

Mary nodded.

"Here," Dean said, coming back down the stairs.

"Really?" Ash asked with an amused grin, shaking her head.

"She's not a real Winchester if she doesn't," Dean said as seriously as he could.

"My lord," Ash shook her head again but still went with it.

Helping Mary into long sleeved shirt that Dean picked out, Ash helped her stand up on the counter so that they could see the full outfit.

Mary stood there in her black tutu that reached her knees and her long sleeved red and black flannel that was buttoned and ties in the front. Her hair was in a messy bun completing the outfit, looking ridiculously adorable.

"Perfect," Dean whispered.

Ash looked for her phone, needing a picture. Turning around, she found her bag on the dining room table. She went to grab her from and when she turned around, she found Dean in front of Mary. His hands resting on the edge of the counter, her hands on his shoulders and she kissed his lips lightly. Ash managed to get the picture at just the right moment before Mary pulled away.

"Your my little Flannel Princess," Dean chuckled.

Ash watched her small family being a family and she thought back to the night she made that deal. The night when everything changed to normal. Like she had asked for, everyone and everything forgot about them and what they've done. Later when Dean stormed out of the motel room, he went to the crossroads and tried to get Crowley to take the deal back, but like Crowley had said, he wanted Ash too much so he refused. Dean tried to shoot him, but Crowley left before the bullet could hit him. Pissed, Dean tried making his own deal, but nobody wanted to cross the King of Hell. Still nothing worked, Dean couldn't get the deal to go away. They went through the months in agony, him more than her. She made the deal, she knew what she had been doing, she had already accepted it, but Dean refused to stop trying. Weirdly enough, Hellhounds never came for Ash and obviously, she never went to Hell. She must have broke the system by asking that even everything forget about them. Her deal was forgotten, the contract lost. None of them looked into it, not wanting it to be remembered or something along those line.

Ash was able to stay with her family and grow with it. She wasn't complaining. They do slightly worry that one day, all will be remembered and that she will go to Hell, leaving her family, ripped away from them.

Bringing herself back to reality, she noticed that Sam, Dean, and Mary were laughing about something and took another picture of them laughing.

Ash sighed contently and put her hands on her stomach. Having a "small" surprise to tell Dean later before they go to bed.