The broken soldier sat alone at the foot of a grave, tears streaming down from those green eyes. These eyes had seen things that many would bet their life on was a lie, but for the hunter they were all too real.
Growing up Dean Winchester wanted to be just like his dad, not just a hunter, a great one.
John fought for a reason, revenge for Mary's death, but Dean was different. Dean fought for the people he loved. Family. "Family doesn't end with blood." as old Bobby used to say.
Yet here he sat. This was the final farewell. No more deals, no more resurrections. This was it. This was the end. Forever.
I know we have been here before, here on the final chapter, but this time is different. As the Winchesters say, "We will find a way." Except there is no way, not this time.
A seraphic arrow, God's weapon itself. An arrow that plunged deep into the body of a friend. An arrow that struck them cold for the last time.
He knew that it would mean the end, yet still here we are. Here on the last page.
Dean sat, staring at the name inscribed on the headstone. Even though he deserved a hunters funeral, Dean couldn't bring himself to do so. A hunters funeral would mean he had to face the fact he was gone. Now, he was still here. They were still a team.
A figure approached, Dean turned his head. The man continued walking, not saying a word, and sat down beside the weary hunter who now rested on his shoulder. Castiel was human, and always would be even though the angels were restored to Heaven. His grace, gone as soon as Metatron's spell was cast banishing all angels from heaven. This didn't matter to Dean. After all, Cas would always be his little angel.
Wiping away his tears, the name on the headstone came into focus, 'Sammy Winchester'. His little brother, the brother he vowed to protect and look after, gone.
His time on the Earth may not have been long, especially if you count up till the first time he died, but that doesn't mean anything. Because how many can say they beat Lucifer, have been to hell and back (literally) and have saved the world? He was given 30 years. There are people out there, who in 30 years have done nothing than sit on their butt. They get the longest, but the heroes die young. I suppose that a flame that burns so bright isn't meant to last as long.
Cas reached into the pocket of his trench coat and brought out a letter. Familiar writing laced the envelope which was passed to the last surviving Winchester.
"An old friend from the Garrison told me to pass this onto you."
The strongest hunter ever to live, opened it with shaking hands.
Dean,
I've always thought I wanted a normal life but now I realise that is not the case. Truth be told, I wanted a normal life for you. I wanted you to be happy. I knew the arrow meant the end, the full stop to my story, but that didn't matter to me. Cas makes you happy. You are my brother and all I've ever wanted was for you to be happy. After everything Dean, you deserve to be happy.
I know you are scared and don't want to face this world alone but that's the thing Dean, you have never been alone. Because we are all up here waiting for you. Mom, dad, they have always been watching over you.
But take your time Dean, he can wait a few years to tell you how proud he is of you.
Thank you for everything,
Sammy.
He turned to face the person who had always been at his side, his eyes glistening in the starlight. "I love you Cas."
"I love you too Dean."
The high school drop-out put his arm around his fallen angel. They looked up to the stars just as him and Sam had done many times in the past when times were tough. The stars above shined brighter than they had ever done before.