When Dean opened his eyes the next morning, he knew it was over. He knew it was over because he woke up in his own bed in the bunker. He knew it was over because all the souvenirs he bought were sitting neatly in a pile on his bedside table.

When he looked at the clock, he definitely knew it was over, because it was Saturday, July 24th 2014 and it was already 1 o'clock in the afternoon. Dean got up, put on a T-shirt and jeans, and went into the kitchen.

There was Sam, washing some dishes and minding a pot on the stove. Sam turned around seeing Dean in the doorway,

"Welcome to the land of the living Sleeping Beauty," Sam laughed. Dean rolled his eyes, and went to the fridge for some pie. Luckily, Rose had gone shopping that morning and almost an entire apple pie awaited his pleasure, although he observed one of them had help themselves to a piece.

He put an oversized slice on a paper plate, then turned to Sam.

"Where's Rosie?" he asked.

"In the study, but don't go in there," he warned.

"Why not?" Dean asked, shoveling in the first bite of pie.

"Just don't," Sam said, adding some ground up spices to the pot.

"I'm going in there," Dean said leaving the kitchen with his pie.

"Dean," Sam called after him. Dean walked a little faster, and turned the corner to the study sharply. Dean took in the scene in front of him and couldn't help but ask,

"Rose? What are you doing?"

"Dean!" she cried jumping up from her chair and turning her back to the piles of colored paper, and ribbons. "Wh-what are you doing here?"

"I live here Rosie, what are you doing here?" he asked playfully before poking another bite of pie into his mouth.

"Um... Something. But it's not ready, so go away," she said. Dean got the message and laughed,

"Alright, alright. I'll go, but do I at least get a kiss?"

"No, go away. You'll get one later," she said firmly. Dean made a pouty face, but left to go eat his pie in the living room. Sam came in after a while, and took a seat on the couch next to Dean.

"She mad at you?" he asked.

"Well, she wouldn't give me a kiss," Dean said mindlessly watching TV and eating the last bit of his pie.

"Well I'm sure as hell not gonna kiss you," Sam joked.

"Does nobody love me in this bunker?" Dean said dramatically.

"I do," Rose said from the hall, holding something behind her back. She came into the room, and wedged herself in between the boys. She giggled a bit, then gave Dean a kiss.

When he wasn't looking she brought the mystery item out from behind her back. And placed it gently in his lap. Dean pulled away to look at the item before him.

A small book, "You Sam's the reader not me babe," he laughed.

"Shut up," she giggled. "Open it,"

Dean opened the book and was pleasantly surprised to find that it was a scrap book, with a different polaroid on each page. The backgrounds artfully decorated with colorful paper, ribbons, stamps, little hand drawn bits. Dean smiled, as he looked at the picture of Sam giving Rose a piggy back ride.

The last page, had a picture that was not taken by Sam. But by Gabriel, he knew this because it was a picture of himself and Rose kissing as the sun was setting. All that could be seen was their dark siluets, and the bright orange sun framing them in the background. On the bottom of the page, was a handwritten bit,

Heaven enjoyed the show,

We hope you had fun

~Gabriel

"It's wonderful, thank you baby," he said wrapping his arm around Rose.

"For our next big vacation lets go to Disneyland," she said. They all laughed.