EPILOGUE

Summary: Nine years after the war, Hermione's the Head of the Auror Department that specialises in dealing with Magical Creatures and fugitive Death Eaters that are loose in the Muggle World. With the fugitive Death Eaters no longer hiding in Britain, she's tracking rogue Death Eaters in the United States, which leads her to The Winchester brothers. The Witch and The Hunters are a dynamic trio that no creature, being or beast wishes to mess with, Magical or Supernatural. Hermione/Dean pairing. Rated M for a reason.

Disclaimer: I don't own original canon characters or events, just those that I create myself. Everything belongs to J.K Rowling and the creators of Supernatural. I am not making a profit posting this fanfic.

AN

A massive, massive thank you to everyone that has taken the time to read, favourite, follow and review this fic. Thank you for sticking with me and coming along on this journey, I know I've had you all over the place with the laughter, happiness, sadness and cliff hangers, but I wouldn't take any of it back and I appreciate each and every one of you. You're all Angels, I swear it!

It's kind of bittersweet; I'm glad we've finally come to the end, but I'm sad it's over. I've enjoyed writing this fic so much, I would say it's one of my top five, maybe even top three. It's taken nearly 16 months but we've finally gotten to the point where I can say we are now and officially complete, and it wouldn't have happened if it weren't for you lovely readers and reviewers.

If you stuck with me this long, thank you, and I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it.

Page count: 14

Eight years later...

"GLINDA!"

"I'm okay," Hermione called, reaching up to grip the back rest of the couch she'd just ducked behind, and she pulled herself up onto her feet, momentarily feeling herself go dizzy.

"Whoa," Hermione muttered, swaying on her feet slightly. The dizzy spell quickly past and she shook her head, just in time to see the coffee table flying towards her.

Her eyes widened before she took a breath and cast a Protego Totalum, the shield appearing in front of her before the table collided with her. Loud noises echoed through the room as the coffee table fell to the floor, splintering and breaking into pieces.

Her eyes scanned her surroundings, looking for her wand which she'd dropped several minutes beforehand, but she couldn't see it. From the corner of her eye she caught the angry woman snarling at her, her fangs lengthening and venom dripping from them and onto the floor.

She lunged for Hermione who rounded to the other side of the couch, putting herself out of reach of the furious supernatural being.

With a growl, the couch was lifted from the ground and thrown at her. Hermione dropped to the floor, her hands catching her fall as the couch went straight over her head, slamming into the wall, but not before breaking the TV that had been sat on it, the screen smashing and the entire thing falling off the bracket and landing on the floor.

"HERMIONE!" Dean yelled from another room.

Hermione didn't answer, her eyes being focused on the woman slowly approaching her with a predatory look on her face. Hermione's breath came out in pants, her heart beating fast in her chest and adrenaline and fear sweeping through her.

"I'm going to enjoy killing you," the woman hissed.

Hermione didn't reply, her eyes remaining fixed on the woman and her mind going at a mile a minute, trying to figure out how to survive the situation. From the corner of her eye she saw the sun light reflecting off a bright surface and she felt a sigh of relief leave her.

Hermione waited for the right time and that came the moment the woman was about to pounce on her. She kicked out with her leg, catching the woman around the back of the knees and she tumbled to the ground, snarling and growling in her anger.

Hermione jumped to her feet as fast as she could, ignoring the sounds of gun shots, and she darted across the room, her hand going under the arm chair and removing the item from underneath by the tip of the blade. Gripping the silver knife by the handle, with a confidence that came from over a decade of being in her line of work, she threw the knife across the room. It soared through the air and time stood still as the knife, with perfect aim, firmly lodged itself in the woman's heart.

Venom dripped from her fangs as she snarled and hissed furiously, before her body suddenly crumbled apart and covered the floor as if she were made of stone. The only sound in the room was that of Hermione's heavy breathing and her hunting knife hitting against the wooden floor boards.

Hermione let out a sigh and she moved to sit on the arm chair, plopping herself down and settling into the cushions as she rested her hands against her stomach and tipped her head back.

Footsteps pulled her attention and she lifted her head to see her husband walking into the room, tucking his gun and hunting knife back into the pockets of his leather jacket. His clothing was a bit ruffled, but he was uninjured and as handsome as ever. Physically, he hadn't changed much over the last decade, if only for a few laugh lines having made an appearance and the addition of a few more scars. The changes came with his behaviour and actions. He was still the same Dean Winchester that loved hunting and taking out the supernatural, but he was the biggest softy she had ever met when it came to their children. Each one of them had him wrapped around their little fingers, and he would turn the world upside down for their children, and she loved him all the more for it.

She stood from the arm chair and walked over to him, he instantly took her in his arms, breathing in the comforting scent of apples and cameral, his favourite scent in the world. He pulled back from her long enough for his eyes to search her for injuries and seeing none, he sighed in relief before bringing his mouth down to hers and stealing her breath with his kiss.

She felt her back gently hitting the wall after he'd turned them around and walked her backwards, and he swooped down, picking her up so she was forced to wrap her legs around his waist to keep balance, as he carefully pressed her back into the wall. When the need for oxygen became too great, he pulled his mouth from hers, burying his head into her neck and breathing in her scent as he placed light, teasing kisses against her skin.

"You would think after a decade of being together, that my hunger for you would've cooled off, but in fact, it's the exact opposite. I always want you, always." He muttered, nuzzling at her skin. "Every morning I wake up, I'm so thankful that I met you, and I can't thank you enough for changing my life and giving me a family I can be proud of, for being the woman of my dreams and the mother of my children."

Tears welled up in Hermione's eyes and she sniffled, causing Dean to pull back from her so he could look at her. A chuckle left him and he smiled at her, that smile that he only reserved for her.

"Sorry, hormones," she chuckled through another sniffle.

He lifted his hand from her hip and brought it in-between them, pressing it gently against her clothed stomach, feeling the growing bump beneath his hand.

"I'm sorry," he said, his eyes flashing with a variety of emotions.

Love for her. Upset and hurt that he'd put her in danger. Anger that someone had dared to attack her when she was carrying their baby; and it was obvious to anyone with eyes that she was pregnant. She might have only been four months along, but the sundress she wore displayed her growing bump and it wasn't hard to miss.

"It wasn't your fault," she said softly, running a hand through his hair and scratching at his scalp lightly. "You didn't know, and neither did I. It was just a wrong time, wrong place situation. You are not to blame and we're both absolutely fine," she assured him.

When they'd discovered that Hermione was pregnant a couple of months ago, she'd immediately taken herself out of the field, allowing Dean and Sam to handle the dangerous side of the job while she dealt with research and support.

Dean had asked that Hermione go with him to check out the house of one of the victim's, and it also happened to be the crime scene, but it had been clear for over a week so they weren't expecting any trouble.

When Hermione magically opened the door and they entered the house, they'd only be there a few minutes when they realised they weren't alone. In fact, the ones they were hunting happened to have returned to the crime scene and where hiding out in the house. They were up against vetalas, supernatural beings that fed on blood, possessed paralytic venom in their fangs and had enhanced strength. Having dealt with several over the years, they'd both known there was more than one as vetalas hunted in pairs.

The second vetala, a man, appeared behind them, putting Hermione and Dean in the middle of two hungry, dangerous beings. Dean had taken the man and Hermione the woman, them being separated from each other, but it had only taken fifteen minutes for them to kill the vetalas and find their way back to each other.

"Okay?" She said and he slowly nodded his head. "Honestly, it wasn't your fault and I don't blame you," she promised him.

His hand smoothed over her baby bump, feeling the heat of him seeping through her clothing and onto her skin.

"We're having no more after this one," she told him.

"But you promised me a girl," he all but pouted.

"Then you better pray this one's a girl."

"It's a boy," he said knowingly.

"It could be a girl," she argued.

"It's a boy," he told her and she sighed.

He had successfully predicted the gender of each of their children and he hadn't been wrong yet. She didn't know if she could handle having another boy, but she knew she would love him as she did their other children, but secretly she was wishing that Dean was wrong this time. She loved her boys, but she wanted a little girl, too.

"If you say so. Now, let's get this place cleaned up and we can get back to the children," she said.

"In a minute," Dean muttered, pressing his mouth against hers and kissing the life out of her.

They'd been together over a decade and she had thought that over the years his behaviour towards her would change, not dramatically, but maybe he would calm down a bit. But he hadn't, not even once. He was just as protective and possessive as he'd always been. He was just as caring and loving as he'd always been. And he took every opportunity possible to get her naked and make her purr.

He always wanted her and he always loved her. Even when she was ill and looked like death warmed up. Even when she was throwing up her guts, cursing like a trucker, had mood swings worse than a werewolf approaching the full moon transformation and when she was bigger than a whale. Even with her scars and stretch marks from carrying his children. He thought she was beautiful and that every scar, freckle and stretch mark added to her beauty. And because he thought she was beautiful and he told her frequently, even when she knew she was far from it, she believed him.

~000~000~000~

"I wonder how much mess they've made this time," Hermione spoke as she climbed out of the car and she and Dean made their way towards their motel room hand in hand.

"We've been gone less than two hours, I can't imagine it being too bad," Dean replied.

"Then you can be the one to clean it up," she told him and he snorted at her.

They stopped in front of the door to their room and Hermione looked up, checking that the demon trap was still in place before she pressed her wand to the door and it swung open, allowing them entrance. They stepped inside and barely had time to close the door behind them.

"MUM! DAD!" Chorus shouts filled their ears as they found themselves being surrounded and hugged around the waist and legs by their children.

"We missed you," their eldest son spoke, little Evander who was no longer so little with him now being eight years old.

"We missed you, too, Sweetie," Hermione said, bending to place a kiss to her son's forehead.

"How'd it go?"

They looked up to see Bobby sat on a chair that had been dragged over from the table and to the bed, sitting at the foot of it whilst the covers were still made but looked rumpled. He had a book in his hand and his reading glasses perched on the tip of his nose, letting them know that he'd been conducting one of his lessons with the children.

"Turns out the vetalas were still there," Hermione answered, and she saw the way his face hardened, a protective look flashed through his eyes and his gaze fell to her stomach. "I'm fine, Bobby. There's not a single scratch, bump or bruise on me."

"Did you kill them, Mum?" Xander asked, looking up at her excitedly. He was his father's son alright. "Unfortunately we were forced to kill them, but you know Xander..."

"Killing is always the last option," he replied and nodded seriously. "I know, Mum."

"That's my boy," she said, running a hand through his hair and turning her eyes back to Bobby. "Well, we're sorry for intruding on your lesson."

"Granddad's teaching us about shape-shifters," Xander spoke, all but jumping on the spot in his excitement.

"Then don't let us stop you, get back to your lesson," Dean said, prying their youngest off his legs and giving him a gentle push in the direction of the bed.

Their children listened to them and all climbed back onto the bed, getting themselves comfortable and listening to Bobby, as he nodded to them and then pushed his glasses back up his nose and lifted the book.

"Right boys, where did we leave off?" He asked.

Xander's hand shot in the air in his need to answer the question, much like his mother's used to do when she was at school. "How to identify a shape-shifter," he spoke.

"And how do we do that?" Bobby asked.

"Easy, with silver or their eyes changing colour when they're caught on video."

"Well done, Xander," Bobby nodded.

Dean grinned at Hermione and she rolled her eyes but happily snuggled into her husband when he pulled her over to the other bed and they sat on the edge of the mattress, his arm around her waist and resting against her stomach while she was tucked into his side, and they silently watched their children.

Eight years after the birth of Xander, they now had four children and one on the way, and all of them were boys.

Evander Robert Winchester, or Xander as he was called, was their first born and at eight years old, he was the absolute spitting double of his father, so much so that Hermione thought it frightening. He was tall for his age and he had Dean's green eyes and his light brown hair, and Xander had even taken to wearing it like his father, partially spike up at the front. And much like his father, he was rarely seen without his leather jacket, ever since Dean had bought him his first one at the age of five. He didn't only emulate Dean in appearance, but in behaviour, too. He was loud and sarcastic and surprisingly witty for his young age.

Their second child was Chase Samuel Winchester, and he had been born in December, just over a year after Xander had been born. Hermione had fallen pregnant only a few short months after giving birth to Xander, and though both she and Dean were surprised to learn the news, they'd been beyond happy. Chase was now seven years old and their second eldest. Where Xander was more like his father, Chase was more like his mother. He had chocolate brown eyes and mahogany coloured hair, and thankfully he hadn't inherited her wild curls. Chase was the quietest of their children, and he was smart much like his mother. He could always be found reading a book in the library or in the back of the Impala.

Their third child was Jacob Harry Winchester, but he preferred the nickname of Jay, which they were happy to call him. Jay had been born two years after Chase in March and coincidentally on the night of Hermione and Dean's wedding anniversary, making him five years old. He was a mixture of both his mother and his father, having Dean's green eyes and nose, but Hermione's hair colour and mouth shape. Jay was the trouble maker and despite his young age, he was always able to find a way to get his brothers to fall for his pranks, of which were often Weasley's Wizard Wheezes products and Hermione had sent more than a few howlers to her mischievous brother over the years.

And their fourth child was Caleb John Winchester, but they called him CJ for short. CJ had been born three years after Jay in August, making him two years old, and until the new baby arrived, his was the youngest of the boys. CJ had Hermione's eyes and nose, but Dean's hair and mouth shape. Given that CJ was the youngest, his older brothers were very protective of him and they barely left him alone, which Hermione could understand, after all, they not only lived together, they not only travelled together, but they all attended classes together, too.

They had once sent Xander to a private day care wanting to see how he would take to it. And he hadn't liked it, at the age of only three, he'd had his first burst of accidental magic and on that day, Hermione and Dean made the decision to keep the children from attending school, and instead they would be homeschooled, which actually worked out better and the boys didn't seem to mind that they didn't have normal lives, after all, it was normal for them.

Between the four Hunters, they'd been able to divide the teaching subjects between them to ensure the boys had as good an education as possible, until they were old enough to attend Hogwarts.

Bobby had taken on the role of teaching the children the theory behind the supernatural and being a Hunter. He spent two hours a day with the children in the library, giving the older boys research projects whilst reading to the two younger boys.

Dean had taken on the role of teaching the children the practical and weapons side of being a Hunter. The children spent two hours a day with their father, with him teaching them how to defend themselves and ensuring they were physically fit by playing sports. He'd taught the boys how to throw a punch before they'd even learned to walk; and even little CJ would be able to knock someone out with his right hook.

The younger children were kept well away from the weapons aspect, whilst Xander and Chase had started their lessons once they turned seven. Xander now being eight, had fired a gun for the first time a few weeks ago. Hermione had wanted Dean to wait until he was older, but he pointed out that the both of them had been taught to do the same at that age and she couldn't argue with him after that. Chase not yet being eight, had been allowed to watch, but he wasn't allowed anyway near a gun, knives on the other hand were a different matter, and Chase had taken after his mother in that aspect as well, and Dean couldn't be any prouder of his children.

Given that Sam had the best muggle education of everyone, he'd taken on the role of teaching the children the muggle subjects of maths, science, English and the like. He'd taken a few courses online which helped him to put together the teaching material for the different age groups, and the children spent three hours a day with him. Depending on the weather he'd take them outside by the pond, to their tree house or they'd sit in the library, which now had a children's section filled with school text books and materials, and other books that the children could read for fun.

And that just left Hermione. Hermione had taken on the role of teaching the children magical theory, ranging from the history of magic to potions, basically anything that didn't require the use of a wand. They spent two hours a day with her on various parts of the property, sometimes in the library, sometimes in her lab and sometimes outdoors.

Despite the children not being formally taught by qualified teachers and in an approved school and classroom, they most certainly weren't suffering in their education and they had structure in their lives. Most children went to school eight hours a day, but her children spent nine hours of their day completing their schooling on the week days, and they did fours of schooling every Saturday morning, before having the rest of the weekend off. Hermione and Dean were fairly strict regarding their schooling; whether they became Hunters or not, the children needed to know the dangers of the world and how to protect themselves, with and without magic.

Hermione and Dean had no plans of forcing their children to do something they didn't wish to do, and if they wanted to be Hunters, they'd make sure their children were safe and could protect themselves when they were no longer around to do so. And if their children wished to do something else, they had every intention of supporting them and helping them be the best they can be, to help them grow in a career of their own choice and be brilliant at it. Dean had seen the strain it had put on the relationship between Sam and his father, and he didn't want the same thing to happen to him and his children.

Knowing her children as well as she did, it was evident what Xander planned on doing with his life. Even from the young age of six he'd told Hermione and Dean that he wanted to be Hunters like them, and Dean wouldn't admit it, but he'd been touched by his eldest son's decision. Chase hadn't yet specified what he wanted to do with his life, but Hermione suspected he wouldn't be following in the footsteps of his parents.

Chase was more studious than he was physical, he hadn't taken an interest in the supernatural lessons the way Xander had, but he valued the knowledge of his theory lessons with Bobby and his defence lessons with his father, not only because it was Dean that was teaching him and he got to spend time with his father, but because one more level of protection wouldn't hurt. And Jay and CJ, they were both still too young to have any idea of what they wanted to do, but they had plenty of time to decide, after all, no child of hers would be hunting until after they'd graduated Hogwarts first, which was where the children were being sent and no other option had been discussed.

Hermione and Dean both knew it was where their children would complete heir magical education, what with the entirety of their cousins now attending the school. It was overrun with Weasleys and Potters, and soon, The Winchesters would be added to the list and the school population, ghosts and professors wouldn't know what's hit them. Scorpius was the only cousin that hadn't started Hogwarts yet, but he was due to start the following September, and Hugo had already graduated the year just gone.

When it came to juggling their hunting and their family life, it had been difficult in the beginning, but as the family grew and the children aged, they'd finally been able to find the right balance, ensuring the children never lived the life Dean and Sam had.

They made sure to take no more than three cases a week depending on the longevity of each case, sometimes it was only one a week. When working a case, the children would stay at the house with Bobby and the house-elves, who were more than capable of keeping them safe. If they planned on staying more than one night away from the children, they took them on the road with them and with Hermione's new and improved Enlargement Charm, she'd made the inside of the Impala even bigger, so that the children, Bobby and Sam could all fit in the back. Sam had made a joke about the Impala now being a people carrier and Dean had never forgiven him.

If the children were travelling with them, they were kept far away from the hunting side of the job and instead they would stay in the motel room with Bobby, continuing with their schooling and with more protection wards around the room that even Hermione wouldn't be able to break through, even if she'd been the one to cast them.

After closing the case, they would take the children for a visit of the town or city they were in, exposing them to different cultures and sights, something they'd never get to see or experience in the classroom of a school.

And that was how they found themselves in a motel room in Rockford, Illinois, with their family. The Winchesters had planned a surprise trip to Disney World and it was being kept from the children until they arrived. With neither Hermione or Dean liking to fly, they'd opted to drive, despite it meaning a several days trip just to get there and even more stops at stations, diners and motels, but they didn't care.

Sam had caught wind of a case and seeing as they were passing through anyway, they'd agreed to check it out. And it hadn't taken as long as they thought it would, given that they'd only arrived eight hours ago and they'd already dealt with the ones responsible.

"Well done, Chase,"

Bobby's voice brought Hermione's attention back to the present and she turned her eyes to her second eldest and he was beaming a wide smile at getting the answer right to whatever question Bobby had asked.

"And if you need to kill a shape-shifter, how would you do it?"

Jay raised his hand and Bobby nodded to him. "Silver bullet or knife to the heart," he answered.

"Well done. And with that, we're done for the day."

Xander and Chase looked disappointed but for different reasons, while Jay and CJ didn't seem that bothered and they all went about their own devices. Chase picked up the children's book from the bedside table and set to reading, Jay and CJ ran over to the table and Jay helped CJ onto the chair, before they both took a crayon and began drawing a picture on the paper in front of them, and Xander took the book from Bobby, laying down on the floor on his stomach and flicking through the book, mostly looking at the pictures. Again, much like his father, he hated reading.

"Where's Sammy?" Dean asked, only just noticing that they were a family member down.

Speaking of Sam, much to Hermione's sadness, he hadn't yet found someone to settle down with. The first person he'd taken an actual interest in was a woman named, Dianna, and he'd met her when they'd been working a case in Bellevue, Washington. They managed a long distance relationship for five months before Dianna called it all off.

The second woman he'd taken an interest in was Amanda, and he'd met her when they'd been working a case in Minneapolis, Minnesota. They'd also managed a long distance relationship but for a period of a year, but when Sam refused to spend less time with his family and more time with her, after all, his nephews were important to him as were Bobby, Hermione and Dean, and when she'd given an ultimatum of his family or her, he hadn't even thought about his choice.

The third woman he'd met had lived in Detroit, Michigan, and she'd been called Sarah. Their relationship had lasted eight months, but given the distance between them and even with Hermione's magical help, it had been too hard to maintain a relationship and neither of them saw their relationship going anywhere, so they'd called it quits.

And the fourth and most recent relationship had been with a woman named, Lindsey, and he'd met her when they'd been working a case in Helena, Montana, and it just so happens that it was only a two hour drive from their house in Great Falls, which wasn't a problem since Hermione had bought Sam a new car for his thirtieth birthday. They were together for a year and a half before Sam decided to come clean to Lindsey and tell her the truth about his family and job. She hadn't taken it well and Hermione had been forced to step in and alter the woman's memories. Sam's mood changed afterwards and it was clear that he'd loved her and it had taken three months for him to pull himself back together and move on.

That had been nearly two years ago, and he hadn't had a relationship since. But Hermione held out hope. Sam was only thirty-four years old and he had plenty of time to find someone and have a family if he wished to, but at the moment he seemed to be content in single life and being with his family. There was someone out there for everyone; she and Dean only proved that. When he was ready, he'd find the right one for him, and Hermione secretly though it'd be a witch.

"He left not long before you got here," Bobby said, taking his glasses off and slipping them into the pocket of his plaid shirt. "Jay was complaining of being hungry, and given it's almost lunch, he went to get food."

Dean turned his eyes to Hermione and they were alight with happiness and amusement. "He's definitely yours, that one," he said to her, and she rolled her eyes, but he did have a point. Jay really did have an appetite and he ate more than all of his brothers.

Hermione lowered her gaze when she felt the mattress dip beside her and Jay moved so that he perched himself on her lap, holding out a picture to her.

"This for me?" She asked her five year old. He nodded in response.

She turned her eyes to it, seeing it to be a picture of the entire family. There were four adults, one of which was Hermione and she had a large stomach which Hermione laughed at. Four children of different sizes stood with them, and there was a drawing of the Impala off to the side, and the house was in the background. Next to the house stood several green figures and she knew them to be the house-elves, and at the children's feet were the many pets that roamed the house and grounds, and Ricky was flying in the sky.

Hermione and Dean found it difficult to say no to the boys, so when they'd asked for a dog, despite having Lucky the hellhound –which the children were able to see due to Hermione's Angel side carrying over to them- who'd grown to full height and adored the children, they hadn't been able to refuse. Now, as a result, they had a four year old golden retriever called Max, a two year old german shepherd named Cookie, a stray cat Jay had found in the woods called Holly, and a toad Chase had found in the pond which he'd named Reggie, as well as her owl, Ricky.

"It's lovely, thank you," she said to her son and he smiled up at her, before snuggling closer to her and he put his hand against her baby bump.

"Mummy having a baby?" He asked her.

"Yes, Mummy's having a baby," she replied.

"I want it to be a girl," he said.

"Sorry to say, Buddy, it's a boy," Dean said.

"Ignore him," Hermione said. "It could be a girl."

"It's a boy," Dean said.

"I think it's a girl," Jay said and Dean raised an eyebrow.

"Winchester vote," Hermione called, and all the children stopped what they were doing to look at her. "If you think Mummy's having a boy, raise your hand."

Dean raised his hand confidently and of course Xander was quick to follow, while Chase looked thoughtful before raising his hand and CJ copied him.

"And if you think Mummy's having a girl?"

She raised her hand, as did Jay and CJ raised his hand, too, making them laugh. The door opened and Sam stepped into the room carrying several bags, before shutting the door behind him and looking around curiously.

"What are we voting on?" Sam asked knowingly. The Winchester vote was the only fair way of making a decision when there were so many people living in one house.

"The baby, girl or boy?" Hermione said.

"Girl," he said instantly.

Hermione turned to look at Dean. "It seems we're tied, we'll have to wait and see."

"And you'll see I'm right, I haven't gotten one wrong yet."

"We'll see," she said, before shifting Jay off her lap and walking over to see what Sam had gotten for lunch.

"I picked up a paper, there's been some strange deaths in Brentwood, Tennessee, and we're passing through there anyway, I thought we could check it out," Sam said.

Hermione and Dean looked to each, before nodding in agreement.

"Alright, but last one, we'll never get there at this rate," she said.

"Hey, Uncle Sam!" Xander called from across the room and pulling the attention of his uncle. "Granddad taught us about shape-shifters today, it was so awesome," he grinned.

Sam chuckled at him. "That's great; now let's see if you can get this excited about maths."

Xander groaned and dropped his head forward to rest against his book. So much like his father.

"I like maths," Chase said and Sam smiled at him.

"Good, we're starting with addition and subtraction after lunch, then we'll move onto science and English, and if we have time, I'll take you to see the dinosaur exhibit at the Museum of Natural History."

"I love dinosaurs," Jay said, his words being muffled slightly as he'd shoved a cookie in his mouth. "They make cool noises and walk funny, like this, watch."

He ran to the middle of the room and started doing an impression of a dinosaur with his Father, Uncle and Granddad chuckling and his brothers laughing loudly.

Hermione shook her head fondly and smiled when Dean stepped up beside her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his side.

"It's a boy."

"You better hope it's a girl, this is last one, I don't think I can handle any more. We already have the most children out of everyone."

Dean smiled smugly and she elbowed him in the ribs.

~000~000~000~

Six months later...

"You can say it."

"You were wrong and I was right," Hermione said smugly, staring down at the little bundle in her husband's arms. "Now I know how Molly felt after having all those boys," she said and Dean snorted at her. "You've finally gotten your daddy's little girl."

His eyes traced the face his of his newborn daughter, barely even an hour old and Dean thought she was absolutely beautiful, much like her mother, of who she was the spitting double of. She had Hermione's chocolate brown eyes, small button nose, and she had mahogany coloured hair which he would swear was curling at the tips slightly, leading him to believe she would have her mother's riotous curls when she grew older. She was dressed in a little pink sleep suit with the matching hat and she was wrapped in the softest blanket possible, which Hermione had charmed, monogramming her name onto the blanket, much like she'd done for their other children.

"And we're positive on the name?" She said. "I won't be able to change it."

"It's the perfect name for our perfect daughter," he replied. He'd been staring at her for the last ten minutes and had yet to take his eyes off her.

"I think it's time to introduce her to the family," she commented.

Dean frowned and finally tore his gaze from his daughter and to her. "I don't think I can let her near another man."

"They're her Grandfather and Uncle. You said you wouldn't let an unrelated man near her."

"I've changed my mind, no man, related or not, is allowed near her."

She rolled her eyes at him. They were at a muggle hospital in Montana, and their children, Sam and Bobby were waiting for them in the waiting room, while they'd had Mimsy send word to everyone back in England about Hermione going into labour and that they'd visit as soon as they could.

"Stop being ridiculous," she said, before alerting a passing nurse that they were ready to see their family.

Within minutes they arrived, all staring at the pink bundle in Dean's arms with wide eyes and big smiles, and they were crowded around as everyone tried to get a better look. Sam lifted CJ onto the end of the bed and he sat Jay on his hip, whilst Chase stood beside her and Xander stood beside Dean.

"I've got a sister," Xander grinned.

"You have," Dean agreed. "And what are to do you?"

"Knock out any boys that get too close to her," he answered confidently, after being told from a very young age that it was his and his brothers' job to keep boys away from any sister they might have. Both Sam and Bobby laughed and Hermione sighed.

"So, what's my niece's name? Don't make me wait, I've been waiting years for a little Winchester Princess," Sam asked.

Hermione and Dean smiled to each other before they looked up to the ceiling, and together they called, "Castiel!"

This time Castiel listened and he was with them within moments, finding himself being hugged tightly by the four boys as they grinned up at him.

"Uncle Cas, we haven't seen you in ages," Chase said.

Castile have them a smile; an actual warm smile which had taken Hermione years to make happen.

"Sorry, boys, I've been very busy in Heaven," he said and his eyes then turned to Hermione, his smile widening when he saw the pink bundle in Dean's arms.

"Hey, Cas, come here," Dean said, gesturing with his head that he should walk around the bed to stand beside him.

Castiel frowned in confusion before he did as Dean wished. It had been decided by Hermione and Dean that Castiel would be the first to hold their daughter, even before Sam and Bobby.

Dean stood and with practiced ease, he reluctantly placed his daughter into Castiel's arms, and although the Angel was nervous, he'd held all of The Winchester children when they were younger.

"We'd like to introduce to you your namesake."

"Excuse me?" He said, his head tilted to the side confused, whilst both Sam and Bobby looked to each other and smiled in understanding.

"This is our daughter, Cassie Arariel Winchester," Hermione said. "Named after our two favourite Angels."

Hermione had never seen Castiel cry, but she thought he was very much near to doing so in that moment. Dean smiled and wrapped Hermione up in his arms, turning to look at her lovingly.

"I love pie," he muttered, placing a gentle kiss to her mouth.

"I love pie, too," she replied.

They both looked to the bed when they felt movement and it was to see Chase climbing on beside Hermione, whilst Jay climbed into her lap, and Xander climbed on beside Dean and CJ moved to sit in his lap.

"I love pie," his four sons chorused together.

Dean knew he could die a very happy man. He had his beautiful wife, his four sons and his little princess. He had Sam, Bobby and Castiel. He was healthy, Hermione was healthy, his children were healthy and they were perfect, loved and safe.

"We love pie, too," he and Hermione said, hugging their children to them.