Epilogue

"All That I Could Say Was…(Mmm, mmm, yeah, yeah)"

Dean pulled off his sweat soaked black tee-shirt and hung it over the fence, then skated back into the alley where his brothers were waiting. His hair hung in his eyes and perspiration dripped down his face. Summer in Chicago was goddamn hot, but he wasn't going to quit, not while he and Jake were only one goal behind.

His oldest brother Danny rolled up for the face off, placing the bright yellow ball between their sticks. They clacked once, twice, three times and the four brothers began the battle for domination again, eldest two versus the two babies. The game ended with Dean and Jake squeaking out a victory, but only because Dean nearly amputated Charlie's leg while the twenty year old was defending their trash can.

Winded and uncomfortably damp, the brothers lounged on their front porch, soaking up the shade and what little breeze the windy city had to offer. They passed the time doing what the brothers did best other than hockey, bullshitting.

"So she's like moaning under me and I'm about ready to blow, and then my fuckin' roommate comes busting into the room, drunk, and starts pissing at the foot of my bed," Danny bitched, taking a drag of his cigarette. "Hottest brunette I ever seen, and the dumbass fucks it up. Still got her number though."

They laughed, and it was Jake's turn to one up his brother. At only 15, he was eager to catch up with his brothers' experience, and even though they all knew it was all lies, they all humored him.

"Yeah, well, I'm dating this redhead. She's got a pretty bad temper, but it makes her more fun in the bedroom, if you know what I mean."

Charlie and Danny just rolled their eyes at each other and Dean snickered.

"I've got this girl out at BC whose legs just don't quit. Wrap around you twice." Charlie leaned in as if he was divulging a state secret. "And she's into girls."

Danny whistled. "Nice. Dean, you're awfully quiet. Not gettin' any pussy up there at that preppy school?"

Flicking his cigarette butt away, Dean gave his brothers a smug smile. "I am dating this pretty blonde."

Jake was the first to jump on his case. "Everyone's dated a pretty blonde. Except maybe Charlie. And to think I used to respect you."

"Someone's losing the Portman mojo," Charlie added.

"A pretty blonde who can stop a ninety-five mile per hour slap shot."

The brothers fell into silence, and Dean sparked up another Camel, thoroughly satisfied.

Author's Notes:

Thanks to everyone who stuck with this story, as short as it is. I really appreciate all your reviews, and even though it took me forever and a day to reach a conclusion with this guy, I hope it satisfies as much as one of Dean's cigarettes (it's a terrible habit! Don't smoke!).

I don't know when I'll write another MD fanfic, as right now I don't have any plot bunnies for one, but if you're a Life With Derek fan, I do have a fic up called "Same Old Song and Dance" that I'd appreciate you checking out.

Thanks again!

Caro