The gates of hell have closed and there are no more demons and the monsters of the world are dwindling in numbers now. Dean watches the kids play while he flips through a car magazine and Cas washes up after breakfast.
There are peels of laughter and Dean's little giggles floating from the living room as Cas wipes his hands dry and goes out to investigate.
Dean is pinned under two beautiful dark haired kids with green eyes and wide smiles.
"Rawr!" The little girl growls.
"Grr" The little boy snarls.
"I'm under attack!" Dean manages to squeal from under the pile of little fingers that know just where to tickle.
"We're monsters." She looks up at her Angel Daddy and smiles.
Dean is all too happy to break up the fray by lifting the wiggly little troublemakers off of him one handed. He is almost clear when Cas pushes him back to the floor and pins him to the carpet with his ever fading, but not quite gone, superhuman strength.
"Your father never lost a fight," he tells the kids, "but he never had to contend with this kind of monster before. Get him!"
Dean is pink and breathless with laughter in just a few seconds. When he cries "Uncle!" and is free at last, he pulls his angel into his arms.
"It is a shaky truce at best, but my terms can only be met with kisses, or I may still seek out retribution. That goes for all of you."
His eyes pass over his kids and his husband and he can't help but feel he isn't quite so tired as he thought. His children can play and joke about the things that go bump in the night instead of sleep with a 45 under their pillows. He was responsible for that.
Two messed up hunters without a prayer, a reluctant prophet, and a broken angel did the unthinkable.
And he knew peace at last.