A/N: OK everybody, the final chapter.

Water From Your Well (Part 145) by frostygossamer

Sam stood in the kitchen staring out the window at his vegetable plot. On the floor stood gallon jars ready to fill with well water for the journey. He was thinking he should lift some of that produce before they left.

He would need to provide sustenance for two until they found someplace in the mountains with unadulterated water. And there might soon be three to feed.

Nature was a beautiful thing.

When Sam had come to that cabin he never would have believed he would leave this way. But then you never expect to win the lottery, do you?

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Water From Your Well (Part 146) by frostygossamer

"Hey, you treading the freakin' grapes out there?" yelled Dean, from the bedroom. There was nothing submissive about that guy.

Grabbing a bottle of homemade wine, Sam headed back for round three. Dean was staying put till he was thoroughly impregnated. Sam wouldn't disappoint him.

When he returned, Dean smirked. "Not saying you forgot something but you gonna drink that from my bellybutton or what?"

Sam glanced at the bottle then at Dean's stomach. "Sounds like an idea."

Dean snickered, stretching out. "Go ahead. Unless it's been on ice?"

"Red wine on ice? Dude, do I look like a barbarian?"

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Water From Your Well (Part 147) by frostygossamer

They finished loading Sam's truck at dawn. "Thought this through, Dean?" he asked.

Dean stood in the truck bed rearranging boxes. "Done nothing the past month but think it through."

"You'll need to get back an Quell after the birth. No other way for omegas. Yet."

Dean laughed and jumped down. "Sammy, after the birth I'll be begging for Quell. During, probably."

"Just enough, right?" Sam wiped off his dusty hands. "THEY overdosed us, made us feel freakin' numb. We can't go back to that. Ever."

His brother slapped his shoulder. "We won't, Sam. We're gonna do this OUR way."

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Water From Your Well (Part 148) by frostygossamer

As Sam mounted the truck, Dean got in his Impala and slammed the door. He had a strange feeling they were starting out on an old-style romantic adventure. One with a happy ending.

In the mountains, locals would be more tolerant than in the city. If they didn't cause trouble people would leave them alone.

They had good years ahead of them, raising their family the natural way. One day, they might take Tina's advice and get back in the program, but not before they had everything they wanted.

Dean banged on the roof, gesturing forward. "OK, Sammy, haul ass!"

TBC

A/N: And that's where their story ends... for now. I hope you enjoyed it. You may be glad to hear I have a sketch already done for a sequel as soon as I have time to get started. Thanks to everyone who followed, favorited, reviewed. Meanwhile, au revoir!