Final chapter, only a week or so late *whoops*. Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks to the awesome forum for these prompts! Reviews, as always, are greatly appreciated :) On with the show! Day 7: Endings- Ends are not bad and many ends aren't really an ending; some things are never-ending.

Still don't own Supernatural.

They knew the ending would come sooner or later. It always did for hunters, and just plain people in general. It didn't end with a bang, or in a blaze of glory. It ended in an isolated forest five miles outside of the nearest town. It ended with two bloodied brothers leaning up against a muscle car as black as their surroundings and darker than the starry night sky.

Dean had always hated werewolf cases. He began hating them more after he almost lost Sam to Corbin a few years back. But people were still dying because of them, so the brothers still went out to do what they seemed to do best.

By the time they got into town, there were three missing people in the woods. It didn't take them long to track down the werewolf, which turned out to be a small pack of three, all with sharp claws and knives.

Things took a turn for the worse when Sam took a blade in the gut and Dean one in the right shoulder. Things went downhill from there, quite literally, when all five of them tumbled down a hill. But the night still ended in Sam and Dean's favor, with the three monsters dead far away from the town, which was sleeping soundly.

"You good?" Dean breathed out through a wince, caused by multiple broken ribs from the wonderful fall, one hand on Sam's abdomen and the other arm around his shoulders as he lowered him down to the Impala. It had taken half an hour to get back, and Dean was in no better shape than his brother, but he could walk…sort of. It hurt to walk with gashed legs, but he hadn't lost quite as much blood as Sam.

"Peachy," Sam replied quietly and hissed as Dean set him down against the cool metal before collapsing next to him. In truth, the pressure was doing nothing to keep the blood where it belonged, and there was no way Dean could drive them back to town with his beaten legs. How he had been able to walk was a miracle. Sam figured it was a last ditch effort to get the family together one more time, the two of them and Baby, because Dean was not leaving her in the forest by herself for…who knew how long. "You?" he eventually bit out, his hands losing purchase on the slippery, shredded shirt.

It took Dean a few moments to reply, gingerly stretching out his legs in front of him. Had there been sunlight, the ground beneath them would have steadily been turning red. "Aces," Dean whispered back, and leaned his head back against the car.

For the next few minutes it was quiet, save for the labored breathing on both their parts. The rest of the forest was quiet and dark, the stars and galaxies burning brightly where the trees weren't stood up quite so high.

"Sorry, Sammy," eventually broke through the silence.

Sam lolled his head over, sure that picking it up and turning would result in a wave of dizziness that would have him passing out. "F'r what?" he slurred a bit, the blood loss and ambiguity of the apology not making any sense.

"No blaze of glory like I promised," Dean tried for a joke and quirked a small smile at his brother before patting him once on the shoulder.

" 's okay," Sam shook his head. "Picked a nice spot though."

And it was. For a life filled with insanity, it was a peaceful resting spot.

"Hm," Dean hummed in agreement, and nodded before he closed his eyes and sighed. "Bitch."

It was a simple word, but it took a few minutes for Sam to reply. When he did, it was no more than a whisper of "jerk", but it still had Dean smiling through it all.

Because of course their last words to each other would be the Winchester way of saying 'love you' without saying it at all.

When Sam slackened against him, head hitting his shoulder, Dean took that as his queue that it was alright to go too. He leaned back against the car a little bit more in a silent 'thank you' and listened to the slight wind in the trees until there wasn't anything else to listen to.

When the fireworks started, Dean wasn't sure he wanted to be there. His last stop in heaven hadn't exactly been a nice trip, with Sam's greatest memories being some of his worst. But still, it was nice to relive the fireworks again and not have giant gashes on his legs. It was nice to be nearly a decade younger and not quite as weighed down. It wasn't quite so nice being, well, dead again, but Dean supposed it could be a bit worse, and eventually left the field when the fireworks ran out.

Even in heaven, his baby still looked as good as ever, although this time there was no Cas over the radio to tell him where to go. So instead, Dean turned on the radio low, which surprisingly worked just a bit for music, and started driving down the road.

One minute it was trees, and the next he was pulling into a motel parking lot. Dean checked what he remembered from his last time in heaven, and that didn't match up, so he got out, pocketed the keys, and went inside. There, he was met with a hallway and several doors on each side, one at the end. It was all…familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on why.

But something dragged him to the door at the end of the hall, and he knew better than to ignore a gut instinct, especially there. Dean stopped at the door, steeling himself for something, when he felt a familiar weight against his chest, one that he hadn't felt in years. Looking down, he saw that the amulet had appeared over his neck and was resting comfortable against his sternum, where it belonged.

He looked at it quizzically for another moment before he knocked twice on the door. It only took a moment, but the door opened, and there he was, looking a decade younger himself.

Sam stood there in a grey t-shirt, also looking about a decade younger, and stared at Dean for a moment before wrapping him in a hug, which Dean returned, adding a few pats on the back. Sam eventually dragged him inside and closed the door, leaving the two of them standing in some random hotel room, in Sam's heaven.

"How are you…here?" Dean eventually asked. Their heavens were very different, that had been shown earlier, unless something had drastically changed since their last vacation upstairs.

"Dead or in heaven?" Sam replied, a small smirk on his face. "Pretty sure we share a heaven, Dean." It was spoken so simply, and with such belief that it took Dean aback.

"Like…soulmates? But what about Zachariah? You and Bones and Stanford?" Dean prompted again, to which Sam shook his head.

"You really think my heaven would be made up of memories not including you?" he asked, looking a bit hurt at the thought.

"I mean, last time…" Last time every single memory hadn't included Dean in it. Sure, it was happy for Sam, becoming his own man and all, but it didn't reflect every aspect of him.

"Zachariah was messing with us. Like he always did. Dean, heaven couldn't keep us apart in life, or in death no matter how hard it tried. Better to just stick us together," Sam explained before a look of doubt crossed his face. "Why? Your heaven not have us together?"

Now it was Dean's turn to shake his head. "No, no, same as last time. July 4, 1996."

"When we almost burned down that field," Sam finished immediately with a knowing smile. "Was in mine too," he added quietly as an afterthought. "You really thought, after everything we've been through, that we'd be stuck apart for the rest of eternity?"

The question was posed with such innocence and half begging that of course Dean wouldn't think that. The elder Winchester eventually shook his head. "If I have to spend eternity with anyone," he smiled, just…relieved that heaven wasn't what he thought it was going to be. Because sure, reliving the good days was great and all, but that the end of the day they were just memories. Sam was a person, one that he could share it all with.

The smile that broke across Sam's face made it all worth it. Dean mirrored the action before he looked around the room a bit more closely. "So…why's this random motel room so special? You have a thing for glass panes on the ceiling?"

Sam looked down at Dean's amulet and back up to his brother's eyes. "It's the uh, the first time I saw you…when you got back from hell."

It took a moment for it to click, without Ruby and Bobby there and the cellphone tracking that had led him to the motel, but then it all made sense. One of his brother's most cherished memories took place in a dingy motel room, simply because Dean had been there too for the first time in months.

"You always were the sappy one," Dean commented, the smile softening on his face. There was only love and relief in the tone that he used.

"You are the one that taught me to love chick flicks," Sam replied in the same tone.

Dean chuckled and shook his head and waited not a second longer to wrap Sam in a hug, which the younger man returned just as tightly. "You good?"

Sam nodded into his brother's shoulder. "I am, Dean. Really, good," he assured.

Dean simply nodded back. If Sam was good, well, that was pretty much the only thing he had ever wanted. If his little brother was good spending an eternity in heaven with him, then Dean was good with it too. He was great with it, in fact.

So they kept holding onto each other in that remnant of a memory that meant so much to both of them. But this time, it didn't symbolize the demon blood, the apocalypse, and the lying to follow.

It only symbolized the end, but also the beginning. Because sure, they were done on earth, but they were just getting started in heaven. And as long as they were together and at peace with their decisions, that was all either one of them really needed.