It was over, he had answered his calling, and saved the world one last time. A part of him had hoped that his brother had made it. Sam deserved to find some peace, after all the world had thrown at him. Dean hoped whatever his heaven was it was wonderful, because their was no peace on this earth for him, that peace had been robbed from him six years ago. It was robbed form him in Carthage Missouri the night that, that hardware shop blew up.
Dean walked into a familiar bar, the was no mistake that it was the Roadhouse. He was greeted by a warm sight, his mother came up and hugged him, "Welcome home honey." John was setting at the bar drinking raised his glass at his son, "Good job son." Bobby was standing next to John. "Bout damn time you joined us ya ijdit." Ellen was tending the bar. "Glad you could make it son."
Dean didn't notice the blonde girl that was standing next to the jukebox, until the song played. "I can't fight this feeling anymore." He turned around and saw her standing there, she looked better than he remembered. "Is this still the wrong time wrong place Dean." "No I couldn't think of a better time or better place." He walked toward the love of his life and kissed her.