I've been wanting to write a Supernatural story for a while, I had the inspiration, but no ideas.

But then whilst chatting with another fan I had an idea, and decided to write it. In this story, it is based after the season finale. But the way I want it. Sam, Dean and Castiel are all living in the Men of Letters bunker. They are all healthy and happy. Dean and Castiel are in a relationship and are taking it slowly, as its new for both of them. But ignoring the (facts I didn't like in the) season 8 finale, Cas still has his grace, Sam is not sick, Hell is closed, and the angels have not fallen. Kevin, Garth, and Charlie show up from time to time.

Dedicated to Bobby Singer. I miss the old nanny goat.

DISCLAIMER: do you honestly think I own it? (sigh) I don't.

In Heaven…

Bobby Singer lounged on his porch, sipping a cold beer. He closed his eyes and basked in the sunlight on his face. Beside him, his wife let out a happy sigh. Even though it was just a memory, they both were truly there. It was a memory from when they were still engaged, they shared the same heaven space, and treasured the same memories together.

His wife's delicate hand was surrounded in his own massive paw, he gave it a small squeeze.

They stayed like his for who knows how long, enjoying the never ending sunset. There was no time limit there. They would spend the rest of eternity together. But still…

"Bobby, what's wrong?" his wife asked him.

"Nuthin." He grunted and shifted closer to her on the porch swing they shared. His wife cupped his stubbly chin (it was a memory from the past) and brought around to her own face. This wasn't a part of the memory, it was two souls interacting outside of the memory.

"Robert Singer, you tell me what has your knickers in a twist." Bobby couldn't help but grin. When his wife used his full name that was when the gloves came off.

"I can't help but think about the boys…." He admitted. She let go of his chin and nodded, understanding. There was no way for souls in heaven to find out what was going on down on terra firma. With the main reason being: why would you want to? Loved ones would surely arrive when they passed away. Everything here is perfect. Its paradise! But Bobby was worried about the brothers. When last he saw them Sam was going through three trials to close the gates of hell permanently, but the kid looked and sounded like crap!

He closed his eyes tightly and blocked out the memories of hell that came with that flashback. Once or twice he wished he could go back to being a ghost, but those thoughts were dismissed. He was in heaven now. You can't leave heaven….why would anyone want to? He felt his wife's hand if his own. He gave it a kiss. Even if he could, he wouldn't leave his wife. Not now, not ever.

"Do you ever think of going back and seeing them?" she asked him gently leaning on his shoulder.

"yes." He admitted, leaning his head on hers. "But it's impossible to leave here, and why would I want to, we're finally together again!" his wife laughed, surprising him.

"Bobby, we have the rest of eternity together! But the boys are still stomping around now." She sat up and took his larger hands in her own.

"If you do love them, which I know you do, you goat. You'll find a way to see them. I know you will." She gave him a smile of encouragement and love.

"Will you come with me?" he asked.

"I'll help you find a way down, but no, honey. I won't go down. Last time that didn't work out so well." She stroked his hand with her thumb.

"Shall we?" she stood up and walked off the porch.

"Now?" bobby asked, surprised.

"The sooner you see those boys, the sooner we will both be at peace." He stood up with a smile, re-adjusted his cap, and followed her.

Back on Earth…

Life was good for the Winchesters. Sam took a deep breath in the fresh air during a jog, thinking about it.

The gates of hell were shut. Crowley was no longer on their asses, he wasn't sick anymore, and his brother and the angel FINALY admitted their feelings for each other, and were in a relationship. Did he forget to mention the new abode? The Men of Letters bunker was amazing! They only spent a few months there and yet he leaned so much by going through records and books. He let out a sad sigh. If only Bobby could see this place. He stopped his jog and looked up at the sky. He smiled. Bobby was in heaven, most likely with his wife. After that hard life, the old goat deserved some happiness.

He finished his jog and entered the bunker.

He was hit with the smell of meat. Dean was frying bacon. Sam hoped his brother made some for him too. Or if he didn't, at least didn't finish the entire package. Sam wondered in his brother's new-found ability to cook…meat at least. Growing up in motels didn't gave them the best environment to learn how to cook or bake. Well, he might have learned a bit that year apart… Sam pushed aside those thoughts.

They all spent the past three weeks in the bunker because there were no jobs to be found. Sam liked the peace, but dean was starting to get cabin fever. He entered the kitchen to find two B.L.T's on two plates in the kitchen. Dean didn't go cheap on the B, or on the L or the T! Sam was impressed. He'd been working on trying to get more fruits and vegetables into his brother. Even though it was only lettuce and tomatoes, he still chalked up the small victory.

Dean pulled the apron off his neck and handed one of the plates to his brother.

"Lunchtime Sammy." He happily announced, sauntering off to the main room, grabbing one of the many Daily and weekly newspapers scattered over the table. Sam followed with his own plate.

"Cas didn't want?" Sam asked, taking a bite. Dean took his sweet time answering while he was enjoying his BLT.

"Nah, he flew out a while ago." Since last week, the angel had been spending time looking for a job, as Dean got more and more antsy. Cas had been adjusting well to life full time on earth, (and a relationship.) Dean had found him a few books on modern slang and references. "We'll be communicating better if you understand what I'm saying." He told the angel, there was a promise made that he would receive a swift kick in the ass if he tried "yo" or "wazzup". The past weeks job-less had been good for the new couple. They had watched Dean's favorite movies, and spent private time together, walking, working out, or just reading in the same room, holding hands. Sam thought it was adorable the way his brother held Cas's hand. And it was even cuter the way he did it when he thought Sam wasn't looking.

While the Angel occasionally enjoyed food, he never really had meals. He'd snack, and occasionally ask for a bite off of whatever Dean was eating. (He was smart enough not to ask for a bite of his boyfriend's pie) he was surprisingly picky. But he did enjoy coffee as much as the brothers did. Sam chuckled at a recent memory.

(Flashback)

"I've grown fond of the flavor." He explained to the brothers one morning. Dean chuckled. "What's so funny?" Cas asked. Sam had explained: "Most people don't drink coffee for the flavor, they drink it for the caffeine, once they get hooked on it, THEN you start to like the flavor."

"oh." The angel replied. Taking a gulp from his favorite blue mug.

(End flashback)

Dean finished his lunch and buried his nose in the newspaper, searching for a job. Something had to happen soon or else Dean would go crazy. Sam opened up his laptop and searched, typing with one hand, sandwich in the other. Sam didn't look up when he heard the familiar flapping.

"Good news!" Castiel announced. Now Sam looked up. He saw the angel beaming over his brother, his hand on boyfriend's shoulder. The smile slowly dropped from his face and he continued.

"Good news for us, that it. I mean, it wasn't good news for the poor girl." His face became solemn.

"You found us a job?" Dean asked, surprised. The Angel nodded. His face softened as he made the hunter happy. The older Winchester jumped up from his seat, gave his angel a peck on the cheek and ran off to gather supplies. Both the angel and younger Winchester waited. Sam ticked off the seconds on his hand.

"Five, four, three, two…" the elder Winchester walked back into the room.

"Uh, what exactly is this job anyway?"