A/N: I just thought up this little fic idea and it was so cute I couldn't resist ahsjsuq I hope you enjoy c:
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural (if I did season 9 would be a lot better) and I don't own any characters
Sam set down his beer, sighing. It had been eight months since Dean died, and he still wasn't okay. He was better, but he wasn't okay.
He found comfort in the fact that he knew Dean was in heaven. He had sent Crowley to Hell a few months back to track down his older brother but he had come up empty handed. He wasn't quite sure how his brother had managed it, but he obviously had a friend somewhere.
Sam opened his scrapbook, the one thing that his dad had always carried with him before he died. The edges were worn from overuse.
He smiled at the very first picture. It was a picture of Dean after he had been born, sleeping soundly in his mother's arms.
He flipped the page, and a similar picture of him was there. He laughed, noticing that he was much less passive than Dean had been. That had definitely changed over the years.
Sam flipped through it, stopping on a photo of Dean at his fifth birthday party. He was in the middle of blowing out his candle. Dean had insisted on having a birthday pie, and of course, their mother had obliged. She had always been one to spoil them on their birthdays.
Sam felt his throat tighten, wishing he could have had more to celebrate with his brother.
He tried to remind himself that Dean was now happily in heaven. He tried to imagine what Dean's heaven was like. No doubt it was a bar or a strip club. He laughed fondly.
He wiped a tear from his face, and smiled, hoping that whatever Dean's heaven was that he was happy.
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Dean sat on a bench, watching the sky, wondering how he had ended up so lucky. He watched as his nephew, Lewis, ran around chasing bugs. He smiled.
"He's grown up so fast," a voice said behind him. Dean grinned at the familiar voice. He turned around to see Cas standing above him.
"He'll be five next month."
"Well, we better go. Jess and Sam are waiting." Cas said.
Dean nodded, calling for Lewis. As they walked to Sam and Jess' house, he wondered again at his luck. Here he was, with the love of his life, and his brother had his and they were able to stay peacefully. He grabbed Cas' hand, squeezing it tightly. This was all he needed.