Cliché

Epilogue

"So how were they all connected?" Adalyne questioned as she stuffed a doughnut in her mouth.
"The lady who worked the morgue, her name was Myia Noble, she was close with all the families."
"And that is why I trust no one," Dean stated as he walked into the motel room. Sam rolled his eyes then looked back at his computer, he was ready looking for another case. Addy walked over to Dean and kissed him quietly.
"Will I ever see you two again?" As a reply, he placed a kiss on the top of her head.
"Of course." Dean put a piece of paper in her hand before walking away to grab his and Sam's bags.
"Adalyne," Sam called from his computer. "I've missed you too ya know." The Sheriff giggled then went to give Sam a hug.
"Me too Sammy. It kinda sucks that we had to see each other under these circumstances though." Sam shrugged then closed his laptop.
"You know, Dean used to talk about you all the time after we left."
"Really?" Adalyne sat down.
"Yeah, he would go on and on saying how you were the one and that her find you again." The Sheriff blushed.
"Yeah yeah, I did that. Now let's go. Baby is itching to get back in the road." Dean entered the room and caught sight of Adalyne's blush. Sam gave a nod then walked out to the Impala.
"So, I guess this is it." She frowned.
"Yeah..." Dean walked up to Adalyne and crashed his lips into hers. She embraced the scent of gunpowder and alcohol. She wouldn't change that for the world. When he finally pulled away, he whispered in her ear. "Check your pocket." And then with that, he left. The Sheriff watched as the love of her life drove away from the small town of Alberton, Montana. When she could see the car anymore, she pulled a folded piece of paper from her pocket. She opened it and smiled.
It was the address of the bunker.

Eh this was short but oh well, we needed some closure :)