A/N: My first Supernatural story. It is short, I usually don't like anything shorter than at least 1000 words but, what can you do? This is nothing more than a very optimistic, probably completely unrealistic view of how the series should end. However, no matter how it actually ends, this is the way it will end in my head :P I am looking forward to immersing myself in the Supernatural fandom as I have already started. So enjoy and review please :]
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters and details belong to Supernatural and the song is Carry On Wayward Son by Kansas. Nothing is mine except the absolute denial that the series will probably end with everyone dead :P
Carry On
The black four door 1967 Impala sailed down the open road, music blasting out the open windows. The younger of the two brothers inside was shaking his head at his older brother who was drumming along with the song. He sighed in relief when the song came to an end and there was a pause of silence.
"Can we turn it down now?" Sam said.
"Come on, Sammy!" Dean said with a grin. "Cheer up! We're off on a regular case for the first time in years!"
Sam couldn't argue. The case sounded like an angry spirit. Nothing more than a salt and burn. There were no more Angels—except Cas—and no more Demons. Abaddon was dead, Metatron was dead, Hell was sealed, Heaven was sealed, Crowley was back in Hell though he liked to pop in on them sometimes just because he was Crowley and irritating. The Angels had been returned to Heaven, there was no massive Demon invasion, the Leviathan were completely gone, and, unless they made another deal with a Crossroads Demon, no more Hellhounds. Life was back to normal, well, what was normal for them.
"Doesn't mean we have to blow our eardrums," Sam said.
Carry on my wayward son
The radio was turned off and Sam raised an eyebrow at his brother.
"Hate that song," Dean muttered.
Sam grinned and turned the radio back on.
...when you are done
Dean clicked the radio off with a glare. Sam turned it back on.
...head to rest, don't you...
"Sam," Dean growled, turning it off.
...no more!
"Sammy!"
"I like this song," Sam said, smiling at Dean's huff.
"Out of every possible song in the world, you have to like this one?" Dean said and Sam just shrugged.
"I think it's fitting."
Sam and Dean jumped and Dean jerked, making the car swerve into the other lane. A lone oncoming car blew their horn and swung around Dean's car, narrowly avoiding a collision. Settled into their lane again, Sam and Dean glanced into the backseat.
"Goddamn it, Cas!" Dean swore, glaring at Castiel in the rear view mirror.
"Hello," Cas said calmly, looking at the two brothers as though he hadn't just almost caused them to crash.
Sam raised an eyebrow at the Angel. "What's up?"
"I heard you two talking," Cas said. "I thought I would join in. We have not seen each other for a few days."
"We've been resting," Sam said.
"You have a case now?" Cas said.
"Yep, on our way to Michigan," Dean said.
"Are you going to turn the song back on?" Cas asked. Dean scowled at him and Sam grinned.
Dean looked at his brother—a mistake—and sighed as he saw the look that made him do anything Sam wanted.
"Only you, Sammy," he said and reached out, turning the radio back on and settling back for the drive. Sam smiled at him softly, put a hand on Dean's shoulder briefly, and then began a conversation with Cas.
Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done.
Lay your weary head to rest,
Don't you cry no more!
The End