"Hey, Sammy! Look at this."
Dean held out a picture of the two of them when they were in their twenties. Over the years, both men have changed, both physically and mentally.
"Damn, is that us?" asked Sam.
The years had taken a toll on Dean's baby brother Sam; he was slowly falling into a mist of forgetfulness. Dean hated to admit it, but there was nothing that could stop Sam's dementia.
"Yeah, that is us," he confirmed. "We were so young."
These memories arose in both the older gentlemen, yet were soon to be forgotten by one.
Over the last 20 years, their life has been peaceful- a given since they beat the shit out of every known monster. It was a somber feeling, yet they knew that the end result wasn't in vain for all the loved ones they lost along the way. Even Crowley, the devilish piece of shit yet lovable at times albeit Dean's disagreeance, was missed.
Everything in their life was so messed up that the only thing they could do was go with the flow and try to stop any unnecessary deaths from occurring. In the end, God had a plan for everything. It was all set in stone, so who could change that, right? Only one person- an unreliable source yet cunning in the most effective ways. He would end up changing everything within the lives of people, including Sam and Dean.
Dean's skepticism of the being has long since held its ground, but she, she was one hell of human to teach the growing child and live through his destructive feelings. These two people caused Sam and Dean to live the life they could and Dean knew this. Yet in the end, they both were swept away in the eastern wind of Lawrence, Kansas, where everything began.
