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Hey guys! First off, thank you so much for all your reviews :) It's awesome to hear you liked this story. So without further ado, here's the epilogue. We fast forward twelve years and yes, everything about Kevin and Tamara's sentences is explained.

12 Years Later

"Dean Franklin Morgan!" Penelope screeched when she tripped over his muddy cleats he'd left in the middle of the kitchen floor. "Get your butt in here and pick up your shoes. This is the fifth time this week I've had to ask you to do it." She brought her foot up to rub her sore toes, which had hit the bottom of the spiked shoes. Dean came strolling in the room like nothing was wrong and flashed a grin at his mother, so similar to the one Derek usually flashed her. Scowling at him, she said, "How many times am I going to have to ask you to pick up your damn shoes?"

He shrugged nonchalantly and leaned over to pick up the shoes. "Chill, Mom," he said, holding up both shoes in surrender. "They're just a pair of shoes."

"Yeah, and it's my toes that hit the spikes on the bottom of them!" Shaking her head, she pointed down at the floor where the mud was and added, "Put those in the mudroom and clean this up."

Rolling his eyes, he said, "Got it."

As soon as Dean had disappeared from the room, Penelope rubbed her head. She missed the days when her son would run into the room because he was glad to see her. With Dean it had stopped at the beginning of the school year because he was now a freshman in high school. As she was leaning against the kitchen counter with her hands rubbing her temples, the timer on the oven went off and she moved to pull the lasagna out. She checked the clock. Sam was bringing his new girlfriend over for dinner and they should've been arriving any moment. A pair of headlights pulled up in the driveway and Penelope peered out to see if it was Sam or if it was Derek and their daughter, Tori. The slamming of a car door told her it was the latter.

A moment later Tori burst into the house and had tears streaming down her face. She slammed the door to the mudroom too and started to make a run for the stairs. Penelope managed to stop her for a moment. "Tori, what's wrong?" she asked, tilting her daughter's chin up so she could look at her better.

Still weeping, Tori said, "Dad won't let me go to Maddie's party next week! And he won't say why."

Derek's gruff voice came from behind Penelope. "I did say why," he said calmly. "I said no because this party is in downtown DC at a hotel where only one parent will be supervising."

Yanking her hand away from her mother, Tori screeched towards her father, "I hate you! You never let me do anything!" She proceeded to sprint up the steps and towards her room where yet another door was slammed.

Derek sighed heavily and rubbed his head tiredly. He looked down at Penelope and smiled wearily, pulling her against him and kissing her softly. "Hey Baby Girl," he murmured, leaning his chin against her head. "Sorry we're a little late."

She shook her head and kept her arms around his waist. "Eh, Sam and Aria aren't even here yet, so you're fine," she said, snuggling closer against him. She noticed he was unusually tense and rubbed his back. "You seem more upset than a little spat with Tori would make you. What's up?" Touching his cheek, she looked at him sadly. Just seeing him this way made her heart ache. His pain was her pain. "Derek…what's going on?"

"Do you remember what happened today?" he asked in a gravelly voice.

She bit her lip. "Is something going on that I should be remembering about today other than Sam is bringing Aria over for dinner?" she asked in confusion. She cocked her head to the side and studied his face. His face had aged as the years had gone by and as he had his eyes closed she could faintly see the crinkles around his eyes. "Baby, you've got to tell me what's wrong. I'm fairly all-knowing, but I can't read minds."

"Lynch got out of prison today," he said quietly. "His sentence ended today."

She sucked in a breath. She'd forgotten completely about Kevin's sentence. Holding Derek tighter, she whispered against his chest, "I don't think he'll try and hurt the kids or us. He'll end up right back in prison."

"But what if he does?" he asked in fright. "Baby, I don't want Tori going to this party because Lynch might try and do something and she'll get hurt or –"

Penelope put a finger to her husband's lips. "Hot Stuff, the woman who took Sam and Dean is in jail and will be for another thirteen years," she said, trying to reassure him. "Tamara was the evil behind that plot. Lynch is too chicken shit to do anything. If he does, he knows you'll kick his ass so hard he won't be able to see straight." She pulled his collar so she could kiss him more deeply. Even after all their years of marriage, his kisses still made her toes tingle and her whole body throb with longing. Her arms wrapped around his neck and he leaned her back against the kitchen counter, his lips becoming more demanding and full of hunger. His hands slid down her hips and grasped her behind. She moaned against his lips, but the sound of a throat being cleared halted it.

"Hey Mom and Dad," Sam said. Derek released Penelope and the two of them straightened themselves up. The look on their seventeen year old's face as he held the hand of a very pretty brunette girl was one of discomfort. Penelope almost slapped herself internally for doing this when her son was bringing someone over to meet them. It was as bad as when he'd accidentally walked in on them when he was five years old.

"Hey Sam," Penelope said, going forward to wrap her son in a hug. Unlike Dean, who hated showing any form of affection, Sam still allowed his mother to hug him. In fact, he was still as close to Penelope as when he was still a young child. "I'm sorry about that," she added. Turning to the girl next to her son, she held out her hand. "And you must be Aria."

Aria smiled shyly. "It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Morgan," she said, shaking Penelope's hand. "Sam's told me a lot about you."

"Likewise. And please, call me Penelope. It makes me feel old when people call me 'Mrs.'," Penelope said. She grabbed Derek's wrist and yanked him towards her. He was notoriously wary of anyone who wanted to date their children for some strange reason. Putting her arm around his waist, she added, "And this is my husband, Derek."

Derek cleared his throat. "Good to meet you," he said gruffly.

"Why don't you take Aria into the dining room," Penelope said, clapping her hands together. "Derek, take the food into the kitchen please. I'll fetch Tori and Dean." She laughed as Derek started to grumble and she knew she was going to have to talk to him later to subdue his worries about Kevin. Heading towards the living room where Dean was sitting in front of the TV, staring aimlessly at the screen, she plopped down on the couch next to him and ruffled his hair. "You," she said. "Dinner. Now."

Dean huffed and stood up, flicking the remote to turn off the television. "Fine," he griped, again, just like his father. She smiled as he started for the dining room. He turned around and said, "Hey Mom? I'm sorry about the shoes." He flashed her a grin and went into the dining room before she could say anything.

Penelope merely sighed and went upstairs to fetch her daughter. She knocked on her daughter's door and entered, completely ignoring the "go away!" that came from the other side. Tori was sitting on her purple sheet-covered bed with her knees pulled up against her chest. She glared at her mother and said, "Leave me alone, Mom!"

She sat down on the bed next to her and said, "Well, you've got to. Aria's here and it would mean a lot to your big brother if you would come downstairs."

"I don't want to be anywhere near Dad!" she said venomously, like her father was the deadliest poison in the world. "He's being stupid!"

"Honey, I can't explain everything to you right now, so what I can tell you is that I'm going to talk to your father," Penelope told her, stroking some of her daughter's mahogany hair out of her face. "He wouldn't be acting like this unless he was really scared of something."

Tori huffed. "Dad's not scared of anything," she said, wiping some of her tears from her face. "He just doesn't want to let me do anything that he thinks is too grown up for me."

Holding out her hand for Tori to take, Penelope sighed. "Come on sweets," she said, moving to kiss her forehead. "Let's just get through dinner. Then you can come back up here and bemoan how much your father drives you crazy."

Groaning, Tori rose from her bed and followed Penelope out of the room.

XXXXX

Derek and Penelope were sitting on the living room couch, absentmindedly watching television, but mostly kissing like they were teenagers. Dean and Tori had already gone to bed and Sam had yet to return from taking Aria home.

"We don't have very long until Sammy gets home," Penelope whispered against Derek's lips. His hand was sliding up her shirt to cup her breast. "Maybe we should…ooh, that's really nice. Oh!" His fingers tweaked over her now hardened peaks and she moaned in pleasure.

"You like that?" he teased. Her fingernails digging into his back was all the answer he needed. His hands started to slide underneath her skirt, but the sound of the mudroom door opening stopped them both and Penelope sat straight up, desperately fixing the hair Derek had just messed up. Sam tossed his keys down on the kitchen counter and looked over at the couch where his parents had positioned themselves completely innocently and paying attention to the television.

"Hey guys," he said.

"Hey, Sam," Derek said. He stood up and kissed the top of Penelope's head where she was still sitting on the couch. Caressing her cheek, he said, "I'm going to bed. I'll see you upstairs, Baby Girl." He clapped Sam on the shoulder as he was going to the stairs to go up. "Sleep well, son," he said, before he disappeared up the steps. Penelope had to bite back a groan of displeasure at the sight of Derek walking away. She was painfully aroused and as soon as she got to bed she was going to end up throwing herself on top of him when she finally made it up to their room.

Sam sighed and sat down next to his mother. She looked over at him and smiled. "I really like this girl," she said. "She's a sweetheart."

"Yeah, and Dean's lovely antics didn't scare her off, so I guess she likes me too," he said with a smile on his face. He leaned back against the couch cushions and looked up at the ceiling. After he finished thinking about his girlfriend, he glanced over at Penelope and said, "Hey, so I know why Dad's been so uptight lately."

Penelope looked over at her son and frowned. "What are you talking about?"

He smirked at her. "Mom, I've overheard him on the phone with Uncle Hotch," he said in his best "well, duh!" voice. "He's been freaking out about that Kevin Lynch guy…you know, the one who helped Tamara Barnes abduct us when Dean and I were little?"

"Oh, yeah," she whispered nervously, biting her lip in the process. She could never forget that scumbag and what he did to her family. "How much of that do you actually remember, Sammy?" she asked.

Shrugging, he said, "Not a ton. I remember what she looked like. I remember being afraid of that closet. Other than that I don't really remember much."

She looked at Sam dejectedly. Pulling him into a hug, she said, "You don't have to worry about that terrible woman ever again. She'll be locked up for a long while still. And Kevin, well…you could easily beat him up. It's mostly Tori your dad's worried about him. She's still fairly naïve about stuff like this." She enjoyed the small moment with her son. He was leaving for college the next fall and she hated to think that she was losing him that soon. She'd already cried against Derek because of it.

Sam hugged her back briefly before yawning and rising to his feet. "Well, I'm going to bed," he said. He leaned down and kissed her cheek. "Night Mom. Love you." He headed for the basement door where his room was and disappeared downstairs.

"Love you too," Penelope murmured.

XXXXX

Penelope entered her room where the lights were off already and stripped down to nothing before crawling into bed with her husband who already appeared to be asleep. She sighed. She would be going to bed without the release she was desperate for. But as she closed her eyes, a warm body poised itself over her and she opened them to see Derek's eyes, black against the moonlight streaming into their room. "There you are," he murmured, kissing a trail down her neck and dotting them along her collarbone and between her breasts. "Sammy go to bed?"

Giggling, she said, "Yes." Her hands started up at his shoulders and moved down his strong back to his ass. "Hot Stuff," she murmured, as his hands started to stroke her center. "I don't want you to worry about Lynch. He's a nonissue."

Derek sighed and stopped pleasuring her momentarily to stroke her cheek. "I just can't stand the thought of not being able to protect you," he whispered. "I would never be able to live with myself if something like that happened to you or the kids again."

She kissed him sensually and locked her ankles around his hips. "You are the best protector anyone could ever have, Derek Morgan," she said honestly. She stroked her hand over his smooth head and rested them on the back of his neck. "And for that I love you." Moving her hands to stroke his rock hard length, she murmured, "Make love to me, Handsome. Forget about everything else. We're safe, our children are safe. And that is all that matters."

Grinning, he pressed into her with one swift motion and covered her gasp with a scorching kiss. Penelope's whole body felt like it was on fire at that moment and she couldn't contain her moan of pure delight. Derek groaned and started to suckle on her neck.

"Oh God," she hissed. "Derek, oh!" He began to stroke her core as he thrust and she squirmed uncontrollably, losing control of her muscles.

"I love you so much," he gritted as he thrust harder and faster into her wet heat. Each stroke caused her to arch her hips and meet his every movement. Their bodies were slick with sweat and he rolled over onto his back so she was now on top of him, riding him and moving her hips in spiral motions. She looked down at him and his glittering eyes and smirked. She knew exactly what he liked. He brought his hands up to her breasts, tugging on both her nipples and sending her over the edge.

A moment later, he climaxed underneath her and his release pooled inside of her. She collapsed down on top of him, covered in sweat and satisfied and he started tracing small patterns with his nails on the small of her back. "I love you," she whispered, kissing him softly, inhaling his earthy, spicy scent.

He kissed her back and nuzzled his face against her neck. "I love you too, Baby Girl," he responded, both of them falling asleep, still intimately connected and wrapped in each other's arms.