That sequel I said I might write isn't going to work out, mainly because my obsession with Supernatural has died down (but of course I'm still a fan) and also because I don't have enough time to write it. While I won't be making the sequel here is kind of an epilogue chapter that takes place ten years later. I know it doesn't really wrap things up, but I actually wrote this before I ever started writing the story at all so I wanted to publish it. To the few of you who have followed this story thank you for the follows and reviews. I don't own anything.

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I looked on at the white picket fence house. How he had changed in the last ten years. Before a house like this and a life like this was the furthest from reality. No hunter could ever live like this and leave it all. I slowly walked up to the house wondering if I should even let him know I was alive. I knock on the door twice. A woman with dark brown hair in her early forties opens the door.

"Hi, I ummmm… I'm looking for Dean Winchester, is he here?" I hate the way I stutter every time I get nervous.

" I'm sorry there isn't a Dean Winchester who lives here," the woman responded very sincerely.

I looked past her into the house to see an old cowboy movie playing on the T.V. along with one of Dean's favorite beers sitting on the coffee table. All of a sudden I heard the distinct sound of a bullet sliding into a chamber of a pistol.

"Barbra, go downstairs now! Go into the tornado shelter and don't come out!"

Before he had time to shoot me I took out Holy water and splashed it onto myself, then I proceeded to take out a silver knife and draw it across my arm.

"It's me, it's really me."

I watched as a mix of emotions crossed Dean's face, anger, sadness, confusion, guilt…

"Why? Why give yourself up for me? You shouldn't have sold your soul for me! I didn't deserve it! You had your whole life ahead of you!"

Before I knew it I hear the gun clatter to the floor and felt the tight embrace of the man who I knew before my ten years in Hell. He held me so tightly as if I might slip away.

"I'm sorry. I just couldn't let you go back, and I did not have my whole life ahead of me. I'm a hunter, I always will be."

"But you had Alex and you could have left this life, you could have gone to college."

I felt a tear drop to my shoulder, rarely did Dean cry. It showed me how much my life meant to him.

"Dean when do you here of a hunter escaping, you tried yourself, you know that's not possible."

Dean squeezed me tighter and refused to let go every time I tried to pull away. It was after five minutes of silence when I heard Barbara coming up the stairs. She peered around the corner of the wall. It only took a few glances until she finally did what I had been waiting for.

"Kyle! Kyle! Who is this? Why are you crying? Are you okay?" Barbara screamed, terror and anger in her voice.

Reluctantly Dean pulled away and looked at his wife.

"Honey it's okay it's not who I thought it was. This is a uhhh a uhhh an old friend of mine."

I look at Dean, he didn't tell her anything. He changed his name, he hid his past, he left it all behind. At first I was mad but how could you be mad at somebody who wanted to leave this horrific life.

"What do your mean she's from your old life? You said that you never wanted to talk about that life again, that you were leaving it all for a new life, for me," I saw the hurt in her eyes the way any girl would feel.

"I know what I said and it's true. I left it all behind except for two things, two people."

`"So what, your two girlfriends? Your girlfriend and your kid? I have spent years wondering what past you left behind! Trying to figure out what awful things you did! Did you cheat? Were you a murder? It kills me not knowing, but I never ask cause I know how much it hurts you! Until now! I want to know all of it! Now! Everything!"

At that moment something broke in Dean's eyes. He nervously looked at his wife and then at me. I gave him the best advice I could think of "You need to tell her, there's no way of hiding it forever."

"Trust me when I say Barbra that you don't want to know. You will hate me."

"I need to know Kyle, or we will never be the same."

Dean let out a long sigh. He had dug himself into a hole, either way he was going to lose her.

"The first thing you should know is that my name isn't Kyle Singer."

Barbra let out a small gasp; Dean cringed at how, in only one sentence he had already hurt his wife.

"My real name is Dean Winchester, and I was and always will be a hunter," Dean stopped there to let that sink in.

"Who is she?" Barbra spat the words out with more venom than I thought humanly possible, I can only imagine the ideas running through her head.

"This…" Dean paused to look back and forth between the two of us, "is Katliyn. She's my sister."

Something in Dean's face changed like a ton of rocks was suddenly lifted from his shoulders.

"I have two brothers as well. Sam and Adam. Adam is only my half-brother, never even really knew him. But Sam and Katliyn, I would die for them and frankly I have. They've died for me too though."

This got a smile out of me. Dean had never really died for me like he had for Sam but he had risked his life to save mine countless times. There was one time when he jumped in front of a bullet to save my life.

"What do you mean you have died for each other? And when you say hunter I'm guessing you don't mean deer and bear hunting. Who are you Ky… Dean?"

After a couple minutes of silence from Dean and faces of absolute pain I decided to answer for him. I knew that talking about Hell and Purgatory was something that was hard for him, especially when he was talking to someone who didn't know the first thing about either one of the places.

"Let's just say that Dean has literally been to Heaven and back, but he's seen Hell as well. We all have, all of us Winchesters."

With that Barbra finally looked at me for the first time without the hatred in her eyes.

"You mean you have all been through a really rough time?"

Dean finally decided to step back into the conversation, "Ghosts, demons, angels, gods, werewolves, vampires, it's all real. Me, Sam, Katliyn we hunt them and we save lives, even if it means dying in the process."

It wasn't the typical look we get from people when we tell them, she seemed to believe us. I took a good long look at her and I could tell, she has had experience with something supernatural, the question is what?

"What was it? How old were you?" I ask Barbra in the kindest way I could.

"Shifter. It killed my brother and then killed eleven people as him. It was awful seeing the way people cringed when they saw his picture or when they heard his name. He didn't do those things. A hunter came to me and needed information. He told me it was all real but, Dean you? A hunter?"

"I'm sorry I never told you but I was trying to leave that life behind," he paused for a minute, choosing his words carefully, "After Katliyn sold her soul so I didn't have to go to Hell I decided that her life was worth more than me going back to risking mine."

"So Hell is real?"

"Very. And time in Hell is different. One month in Hell is like ten years. Dean spent four months down there, forty years of being tortured or torturing."

Dean turned to me as if he had just made a major breakthrough. After about three minutes Barbra finally asked what we had all been waiting for.

"You said all Winchesters had been to Hell. How long were you there?"

As I answered I stared straight at Dean, not to make him feel guilty ,but so he would understand that I was really there.

"Ten years. Your time. One thousand two hundred years of torture."

With that I felt it was time for me to go, Dean had enough explaining to do. Dean was still in his daze, something he didn't do before I left. I put my number in his phone and got his. Then I apologized to Barbra for coming and told her that if he asked where I was going, to tell him that I was going to find Sam.

With that I walked out the door of Dean's second ruined attempt at a white picket fence life.