Every fiber in Sam's body fought against the idea of working with the British Men of Letters, especially after what Toni had done to him, all in the name of extracting information on other American hunters… but what Mick had said resonated with him.
A world without monsters.
Sam knew he didn't have to agree with everything the Brits said or even be friendly with them- he didn't think he had it in himself to go that far- but they seemed to truly want an America free of the supernatural.
His mother bringing up Stanford had started the wheels turning in his head, shooting the Alpha Vampire with the Colt cemented it.
Sam knew that nothing could go back to the way it was but if he could give up hunting permanently, without a shadow of a doubt that one day he might be dragged back into the hunt, why not grab for it?
Maybe he could go back to school as a mature student, finish his studies, become a lawyer like he'd always wanted. He could find a nice girl, get married, have a family. Something he'd dreamed of since he was a child.
Turning his gaze to Dean, Sam knew his brother would be reluctant to work with the Brits, adverse to the idea of playing nice with the people who had tortured him but Sam knew Dean and he knew how to talk, what to say to convince his sibling to see things his way.
Sam wasn't happy about his decision exactly, but this wasn't just about what he liked or didn't. If the British Men of Letters really could eradicate the monsters terrorizing the USA like they claimed they could, who was he to say no?
This was bigger than any of them.
This wasn't just for them either but the men and women coming after them whose destinies would be changed by an America without monsters.
Dean couldn't argue with that, could he?
Sam knew he didn't really want to be a hunter, that Dean, like he, was tired. Dean had had a taste of a normal life with Ben and Lisa and although he wouldn't be able to return to them, he could make a new life.
"Dean," Sam spoke his brother's name in a tone that belied nothing of his inner thoughts, holding an ice-cold beer out to his sibling.
The elder Winchester looked up and accepted the beverage. Sam sat down across from him, twisting open the cap on his own bottle.
"We need to talk."