Broken Things (A Supernatural FanFic)

Epilogue - Closure

"I love your grandmother more than anything in the world." The older man leaned down close to the squatting children who mirrored his excited grin. "And so I slayed all the angels and stood against remarkable evil... So that we could be together." With the last word, the grey old man leaned back in his chair and felt the aches and cracks of his body melt into the cushion.

"Amazing story, grandad, but we are a little too old for that. Tell us how you really met her." His oldest grandchild, the one with a scholarship to Harvard and a baby on the way, said with the roll of his eye.

"That's the truth." The man gave the younger still imaginative kids a wink. "Honest to God."

"She was really an angel?" A bright eyed pigtail wearing youngster whispered with exasperation and wonder.

"DEAN!" A woman yelled inside a the fresh scent of pie varied among the family.

"Alright, you guys go in and he first dips from a pie made by an angel." Dean took a deep breath and watched with a wayward smile as his group of legacies jumped eagerly to their feet and darted inside to get Emily's world renowned apple pie.

He listened patiently to the small tornado that shook his house. A slight breeze shook his gray hair and made his nose itch. Another ache shot from his back but he weathered it and took another deep breath of fresh air.

Te chair beside him creaked and soon her felt a familiar warm hand on his. "Telling them out fairy tale again?" Emily asked with a short chuckle.

Dean let his gaze lead to her eyes and he looked at the woman like he had when she first showed him her golden eyes. No matter the years and the fights, she still manage to take his breath away.

"I don't know if I am happier that they don't need to knowing is real, or sad because they don't know what I have done." Dean's eyes trailed Emily's light smile and the beautiful curves that had care her face after all these years.

"Happy that they don't need to know about the horrors in this world." She squeezed his hand and looked back off their porch. "Sammy called. His Jason is tracking down some demons a couple states over. I told him you'd call him back, please don't ice so it this time. No need to get yourself worked up and have your heart go bad."

Dean sighed and stuck out his tongue. "Once a hunter, always a hunter."

"And once a father, always a father." She whispered as she stood when footsteps creaked the porch stairs.

A handsome young man, one who looked strikingly like Dean only with softer eyes, made his way to his loving parents with a warm smile.

"Bobby, how is it going, time to pick up the youngsters already?" Dean stood much to the dismay of his back, and greeted his son with a warm firm hug.

"Yeah... I hope you weren't filling their heads with your stories again. I thought we had agreed to let them be away from that world." Bobby broke from his hug with his father and gave his mother a longer one before standing back and shoving his hands in his pockets.

"I know, they think it is all make believe. Those stories are the only thing that keeps them talking to me." Dean rolled his eyes and watched his son. Pride beamed from his eyes.

"Well, Natalie is going to be waiting at home. Same time Wednesday?" Bobby was about to turn to call for his kids.

"Hey-I wanted to ask you if you talked with Uncle Sammy lately. He said you helped him out with a werewolf." Dean raised an eyebrow with a mischievous grin.

Bobby shrugged and chuckled. "I help out the family when I can." Then he turned and disappeared into the house to herd his children to te car.

Emily leaned against Dean and took his hand as they watched tier family pack into the car and drive off into their own bright future.

"I don't regret any of it." Dean whispered as he smiled lightly.

"Me neither. We did good, Dean." Emily chuckled and pulled Dean into the house. "They are perfect, and they have a chance at a happy life."

"DEAN! EMILY!" Cas' voice broke their moment and ran in the house.

Instinctively they quickly ran to the living room only to find Cas curled up in his wheelchair in front I the television with chips in his mouth. His eyes lit as he pointed to the television. It was some sporting event Cas had began to invest time in.

"I think I just saw Gabriel in the crowd!" a short chuckle shook Cas' feeble frame. "What a dork."

Dean snorted and went to sit on their couch. Emily giggled and found her way to fall down against his side. And the three sat there together like they do most nights now a days. Between helping their younger generations save the world, and finding time to grow old, the three of them found themselves completely content with the lives they had etched out. The angels and Lucifer long discarded as just a wayward nightmare.

"I love you." Emily whispered into dean's ear.

"I love you, too." And Dean took in a deep breath with the most sincere feeling of happiness he thought one could experience.