#seileen

"It's ok, you can go now...", Sam said as the tears rolled down his face and he felt the strength fade from Dean's arm. Dean looked at him and smiled one final time. The smile said everything. 'Goodbye', 'Thank You', 'This isn't the end'. Everything. The blood dripped from his abdomen and his hand slowly slipped out of Sam's, dangling lifelessly from the side of his body.

Dean was gone.

Sam's tears came rushing forth even faster now. He clung desperately to the limp body of his brother as he sobbed uncontrollably. He almost couldn't believe it. Dean had died so many times before. Someway, somehow, Sam always found a way to bring him back, and vice versa. But this time, it was final. It felt final; and Sam knew that. His brother, the man that practically raised him, the boy that pulled him out of a burning house when be was a baby... Was gone. And he was left to pick up the pieces.

Suddenly, an ominous, blinding light filled the room. It forced Sam to shield his eyes and made him squint before he recognised the figure standing at the centre of the glowing ray.

"...Jack?", He asked as figure emerged from the light.

"Hello, Sam", the figure said as it revealed itself and confirmed his theory.

"What are you... What are you doing here?", He asked in a confused tone.

Jack, without speaking, turned his head to look directly at Dean and subsequently walked towards him.

"You came here to heal him right?", Sam asked desperately. "Can you heal him? Of course you can heal him, you're God".

"I'm not here to heal him, Sam", Jack said sorrowfully.

Sam stepped backwards, away from his brother and turned his attention to Jack, "I thought that was a reaper's job".

"I made an exception".

In another realm that existed in the same physical space, a fabric of reality that Sam couldn't see, Dean stood infront of his own body. He stared at his brother with a hopeless gaze as a tear rolled down his cheek. Jack extended his hand to Dean, and he embraced death without protest. All Sam saw was Jack extend his hand into empty space as he looked back at him and the room was once again flooded in a blinding white light.

"Goodbye, Jack... Goodbye, Dean", Sam said as the light faded away. When it had fully cleared, Jack was gone; and he could feel the absence of Dean's spirit.

Later...

Sam looked over the pyre with Dean's body underneath, shakily holding a lighter between his fingers. Eileen laid a comforting hand on his shoulder as he let it go, igniting the wood. Sam started to cry again as Eileen pulled him in closer, "He's in a better place now", she said.

In Heaven, Dean looks around. He admires the golden horizon that surrounds everything and how beautiful it all is. Interrupting the moment, a light fills the room. So bright, it could blind someone, and Dean winces as he holds his arms up to cover his eyes. "Who... Who are you?", Dean asks.

"I am the one who gripped you tight, and raised you from perdition".

"...Cas?".

"Hello, Dean", Castiel said as he revealed himself.

Sam stands in a small room, looking himself in the mirror while Jody helps him with his bowtie, "You look much better in a suit than in flannel and denim", she says jokingly.

Sam chuckles lightly as he turns his attention to a framed picture on his desk, a picture of Dean, "He should be here", he says as he sighs.

"He is", she says as she lays her hand gently on his heart, "in here". She extends her arm as she leads Sam down the aisle, and at the end of the chapel is Eileen waiting in a beautiful white dress.

Dean stands in disbelief, looking at Cas for the first time in 5 years.

Cas steps forward, "Dean... What I said the last time we saw each other--".

"--I love you too, Cas".

"...What?".

"I love you too".

Cas approaches him nervously but Dean grabs him with conviction and kisses him passionately as Cas reciprocates and places a hand on his waist and another around his neck.

Years have passed, Sam stands in a hospital room with several nurses while Eileen sits tired on a bed. "Push, Eileen! Push!", Sam says as he holds her hand. She struggles and lets out a loud, painful scream, before silence fills the air; and is eventually broken by the cry of a newborn baby.

"It's a boy", the doctor says.

"What are you gonna name him?", The nurse asks.

Sam pauses and looks at Eileen as he turns back to the nurse, "...Dean", he says as tears of joy fill his eyes.

Dean and Cas lie in bed. Dean stares with a faraway gaze at the ceiling while Cas runs his hand up and down his chest, "What're you thinking about?", Cas asks.

"Just... Where he is. What he's doing".

"I wonder too, sometimes... But time works differently up here, it's faster. He'll be along soon enough".

"Yeah", Dean says as he takes Cas in his arms and closes the gap between their lips.

Meanwhile on Earth, even more time has passed. An elderly Sam Winchester struggles to breathe as he lies in his bed. His son, Dean Winchester II, takes his hand and comforts him. "It's ok... You can go now", he says. Sam smiles one last time as he closes his eyes and his heart stops beating.

In Heaven, Dean stops the Impala at a bridge and steps out. He looks out into the sky, admiring the view; before he hears someone approaching from behind, "Heya, Sammy", he says as he turns around to greet his brother. Sam embraces him in a long, warm hug as a song plays from the Impala's radio.

♪ Carry On My Wayward Son ♪

"Ugh, I hate this song", Sam says as he reaches to change the station.

Dean swats his hand away, "Driver picks the music..."

♪ There'll Be Peace When You Are Done ♪

Sam rolls his eyes.

"Say it", Dean commands, "Driver picks the music...".

♪ Lay Your Weary Head To Rest ♪

"...Shotgun shuts his cakehole", Sam says unenthusiastically. They look around and notice that their friends and family have joined them. Cas, Jack, Bobby, John, Mary, Joe, Ellen, Crowley, Adam, Garth... Everyone.

Dean places his arm around Sam's shoulders as they stare out into the sunset together, leaving their past in the past and looking forward to the future, their journey having come full circle.

♪ Don't You Cry No More ♪