"Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Yeah."

"Positive? Because Ruby and I could go either way. We're happy with whatever decision you make. It's on you."

Dean patted his brother on the shoulder. "I'm sure. Go for it. You want this more than anything."

Sam took a deep breath. They were in a small, stone room with pretty stained glass windows. A table sat in front of them and upon it sat a pretty outfit made from soft, valuable fabrics. Sam picked up the biggest part, a red tunic, and looked it over. The collar had a gold trim with a few stones set into it. The ensemble was a heavy thing, made with great care and time. Sam smiled. "I'll learn how to read," he said. "I'll learn how to write. I'll make sure that our story is saved in the library."

"That's my Sam," Dean grinned. He then opened his arms real wide and gave his brother a tight hug. "Thanks."

"For what?"

"Everything. This worked out great."

A few trumpets sounded from within and they perked up. Sam even grew a little flustered. "I have to change!" he said, scrambling to get undressed. "I'll see you later, right?"

"'Course. Be good."

Dean sniggered as he left the room, then descended a tall spiral staircase. He passed through a few more doors and hallways until he was outside where the trumpets' music came from. The space in front of the grand castle at Lawrence was filled with people, likely everyone who lived there and then some. Dean pushed his way through the crowd with ease, since they all recognized him now. He cut through until he got to the main doors to the castle, which were open but blocked by a few guards. There, he met up with Cas, the baby and their two eggs. Charlie and Meg stood next to him, each with a big smile.

"Excited?" Dean asked. They all nodded.

The fanfare dwindled and a short, older man with a well-groomed beard stepped into view behind the guards. "They are ready now," he muttered to the armored people, who then stepped aside. The crowd began to lurch but the bearded man held up his hand. "Please," he said. "Only those at the front may proceed."

Dean nodded to Cas and they went in, along with a few dozen others. They stepped down the long hallway of stone, the one that looked so much like the gold and white variation in Chuck's domain. Dean looked around with a smile. He held Cas' arm, since he was too busy with eggs and babies to take hands.

They stopped at the head of the hall. There were the thrones and crowns that they had seen when they first came to Lawrence. All was unchanged except for the amount of people who stood and watched.

"Ahem," the man with the beard said. He stood in front of the thrones with his hands together. "Your attention, please? Thank you…I will now begin the crowning ceremony. By order of the rightful King of Lawrence, Dean Winchester, the crown shall be passed to his brother, Sam."

At this moment, Sam came out from a door to the side. He was wearing the clothes from the small room—the velvety red tunic and a long fur on the shoulders. He looked shy but continued to the throne. He gave a small bow. "Mr. Crowley," he said.

"Please don't bow to me, Your Majesty," said the bearded man, clearly named Crowley. "You need only kneel, but don't bow." He picked up the gold crown from the larger thrown and held it high. Sam got down on both knees. "With this crown, I call upon the higher powers to channel their spirits through you. This, the symbol of responsibility of our great land, tells all of Kaz that you are the leader of our people. From henceforth shall you preside over our city and our land, delegate leadership when leadership is needed, give aid when aid is needed, and give hope when hope is needed." The crown lowered down onto Sam's head, resting nicely atop his hair. "From this day and until the day you part from us, shall you be known as Samuel, King of Lawrence. You may stand."

Sam got up and the crowd erupted into applause. Blushing, Sam looked at everyone and gave a humble wave. His attention was drawn away from them when Ruby stepped into the room. She wore a long, blue gown that had been altered last minute for her wings to stick out of the back. Makeup had been done and she looked different. She smiled at her husband, then got to her knees. Mr. Crowley had to lean down for Ruby, since she was so much shorter than Sam. He held the silver tiara in his hands.

"With this diadem, I call upon the higher powers to channel their spirits through you. This, the symbol of faith and love, tells all of Kaz that you are bound to our great King. May you cherish his love and give peace to our people." The tiara went onto Ruby's head. It was a little bit too big and Crowley frowned before pushing it down a little further. Ruby's wings fluttered. "From this day and until the day you part from us, shall you be known as Ruby, Queen of Lawrence. And may I also add that you are the first fairy to attain royal status in Lawrence. You may stand."

The fairy stood and more applause came from the onlookers. Crowley signaled to the thrones and the new royal couple took their respective seats. They held hands between the chairs and Crowley stepped aside. "Does the King have any words for us?" he asked.

"Um, I do," Sam began, chuckling nervously. "I want to thank my brother Dean for giving me this opportunity. He is your rightful king, but he doesn't want it. He would rather live in the Valley, in the old volcano, with his mate and his children. I think that is a respectable choice. His life has been hard. He has seen many challenges. He and Castiel deserve the peaceful, quiet life they always wanted. And I, as your king, shall see to it that we all have peace and quiet. The Dark Lord Azazel is gone, and the fairies are moving back to Avalon, their true home. I am honored to be your king for these wonderful years to come. Thank you, everyone."

More cheering. Sam looked the Dean and gave him a knowing nod, which Dean returned with a wink. The baby reached out and tried to touch Dean's arm.

"Heey, what'cha doing there?" Dean asked, laughing.

"He wants you to hold him," said Cas. "Here."

He handed the baby over and Dean took him comfortably in his arms. "I bet you're ready to go back home to the Valley, eh?" The baby cooed.

"We will come back to visit, surely," said Cas. "I do like the city, but the Valley is better."

"Yep," said Dean. He leaned against Cas and bounced the baby. "I think little Lawrence likes it better, too."

Cas laughed and gave the baby a kiss on his forehead, then he kissed Dean on the lips. Sam and Ruby watched them happily, knowing everything worked out well for most of the people in their lives. His gratitude towards Dean was endless, as was the peace that the land of Kaz saw from that day forth.

~*~THE MOTHER FUCKING ~*~