"Carry on my wayward son..."
The Impala was running on a quiet road surrounded by trees in a sunny morning. Dean Winchester was on the driver seat, his brother Sam next to him.
"Hey Sam? Did we buy pie?"
"Of course Dean, beers and pie." "Awesome."
"There'll be peace when you are done"
They were heading toward a neat neighborhood in Lawrence, Kansas. Outside one of several suburban homes, stood a large deciduous tree full of leaves. Birds chirped. Dean parked the
Impala on the driveway. They were home.
"Lay your weary head to rest"
Sam got off the car and walked to the door. He took a deep breath and went in. They were all there, smiling at him, welcoming him and Dean home. Mary and John, Bobby, Ellen and Jo, Kevin, Charlie, everyone.
Dean, outside the Impala, checked his pocket for the keys, and instead pulled out a shiny black feather. He ran a finger gently on it and placed it in the pocket of his plaid shirt, near to his heart. He glanced at the sky and followed his brother into the house.
"Don't you cry no more"
His smile widened, as he closed the door behind him.
