There was nothing really to say.

They were together again, they were in Heaven, in their car, just driving around. Some places looked kind of familiar; some they'd never seen before. The sun was starting to go down when they pulled into the parking lot in front of the Roadhouse.

"How can it be day or night here?" Sam asked.

Dean shrugged. "It's dark when we need it to be. It does what it wants. Want a nice sunny day to go fishing? You got it. Need a good soaking rainstorm to brew up some puddles to jump in? You got that too."

Sam gave him a funny look. "You go jumping in puddles?"

"Well, no, not me, but . . . some people like that. Just sayin'. Well, you gonna sit here all night, or you wanna come in and have a drink?"

Sam looked up at the building in front of them. "The Roadhouse?"

"Yep."

"The Roadhouse?"

"Yeah, c'mon. Everyone's been waiting for you."

"Jo? Ellen?"

"Ash. Bobby, Rufus, Pamela . . . Mom and Dad. Like, everyone we've ever met. Well, almost everyone. Let's not keep 'em waiting."

They got out of the car and went inside. The place was packed with people, most of whom Sam recognized. Ash was at the bar. "Heeeey, Sammy! Glad you finally made it!"

"Hey, Ash."

"Ellen! They're here!"

Ellen was at a nearby table with Jo and a man Sam didn't recognize, who must be Bill Harvelle. "Hey, boys." She came up and hugged each one in turn. "Good to see you."

"Good to see you, too," said Sam. "It's been so long."

"You don't feel it so much on this side. Time only happens when we need it to."

"Yeah, I'm gonna have to get used to that."

"How long was it?" Jo asked. "For you."

Sam had to think about it. "Since I last saw you? About . . . fifty years."

"You had a nice long life then," said Ellen.

"Yeah. Yeah, I did. Is . . .?" He looked around the room, full of people he hadn't seen in years but had never forgotten about, and saw her by the pinball machine, looking not one day older than she had the first time he had seen her. He nodded. She nodded back. They'd get to each other, after he'd said hello to all the folks he'd lost long ago.

"Take your time," said Dean. "We have all the time in the universe. This night won't end till you want it to."

So Sam worked his way through the room, catching up with old college friends, greeting his old high school girlfriend and his former babysitter and a boy he'd saved in 1996 who'd gone on to become a doctor and save a lot of lives. She would wait. It hadn't been that long. Like Dean had said, they had plenty of time.

"You took your time getting here, Moose."

The voice caught him by surprise. He whirled around and found its owner sitting at a table away from everyone else, who seemed to be unconsciously (or maybe not so much) avoiding the area. "Crowley?

"Hello, Samuel," said the woman by his side.

"Rowena." This was unexpected. "How did you get into Heaven?"

The Co-regent of Hell tapped a plastic rectangle hanging on a ribbon around his neck. "VIP passes. We're allowed to make authorized visits, within limitations. I wasn't about to miss this."

"Wow. When did this happen?"

"As soon as Jack got here." One of the pool players wandered over, and Sam recognized him instantly.

"Gabriel!"

"That's some kid you raised, Sammy. He did all of this. Okay, he had some help. Maybe a lot of help. But it was all his idea. Tore down the barrier between Heaven and Hell, opened the whole place up. Brought back all the angels and demons and then closed the Empty."

"Is he here?" Sam scanned the room, but didn't see him.

"Not in the physical sense. He's sort of everywhere at once, but mostly he's with-" The archangel broke off guiltily, glancing at Dean, who shook his head ever so slightly.

"With . . . who?" Sam cocked his head to the side.

"Tell you later," said Dean.

There was one person that Sam didn't see. "Where's Cas?"

"He's, um . . . he's back at my place."

"You have a place?"

"Yeah, and so do you. Right next door. Ready and waiting for you to move in. Cas is working on a . . . project, but he said he'd see you later. After we're done here, I'll bring you over. Right now, let's get ourselves a drink."

Several beers later, they made their way to the back corner where John and Mary sat at a quiet table, just enjoying each other's company. Sam hadn't realized how much he missed both his parents until the moment he saw them again. "Hey . . ." he said.

Mary got up and came to him, throwing her arms around him. "It's so good to see you again!"

"Yeah, I know. Are you . . . are you okay with-"

She nodded. "Jack came to me and begged for my forgiveness. I gave it to him. As much as I would have liked to stay with you a little longer, I never felt like I belonged. But once I got here, everything was just perfect."

"I'm glad."

"Sam." John gave his son a hug. "I'm so sorry that I couldn't be the father you deserved."

"Dad, we talked about-" He broke off as he saw the confused look on his father's face. Of course. He didn't remember because once he'd gone back to his proper time, it hadn't happened. Then why do I still remember it?

"It's okay," he said. "I know you did the best you could. I wasn't the son I could have been, either."

"You turned out just fine. I'm proud of you. Both of you boys."

At the bar, Dean saw someone he wasn't expecting. He sidled up to him and asked, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Hello, brother," Benny said. "Your boy brought me here. Sealed Purgatory so only monsters can get in-and nothin' gets out. He said I earned somethin' better."

"Is that . . .?" Dean glanced at Benny's glass, which contained the remnants of a suspiciously red liquid.

"Special blend. Part real, part synthetic. Don't have to hurt nobody for it. Never liked that part."

"That's good. It's good that you're here, man."

The night went on longer than any evening had a right to. Sam noticed that although he'd been here for hours, and by his reckoning it was about four o'clock in the morning at this point, he wasn't a bit tired.

"Relax," said Gabriel. "You're on Heaven time. You don't need to sleep or eat unless you want to."

"Yeah, another thing." Sam glanced down at his glass, which was full again. "I must have had at least ten beers so far, and I don't feel a thing. I can't get drunk here?"

"Unless you want to."

"And I suppose there's no hangover the next day?"

"What do you think?"

Sam started to reply, but then out of the corner of his eye, he saw-

"Excuse me." He pushed through the crowd until he got to her. She was sitting at a table with someone he didn't recognize.

Just the sight of her took his breath away. It had been a lifetime ago that he had last seen her, but she was still just as beautiful.

"Jess," he said.

She looked up. "Hey, Sam. Been waiting for you to get over here."

He took a seat. "I have so much to say to you. Starting with, I am so sorry for what happened to you. It was all my fault-I shouldn't have left you-"

"Sam." She placed her hand over his. "It's all right. You got the demon who killed me."

"How did you know that?"

"Dean told me."

"Really?" He looked over his shoulder at his brother, who was now sitting between Bobby and Rufus, probably acting as a referee for the older men's constant bickering. "What else did he tell you?"

"He said that he expected you to show up here a long time ago. When you didn't, he knew you'd gotten out of the life. He's proud of you for that."

"Yeah. Oh, hey. There's someone I want you to meet." He stood and scanned the room until he saw her, standing at the bar with Jody and Donna. "Eileen!" he called to her. "Come join us!"

He'd been saving her for last, since he'd last seen her only a few months ago, but now he wanted Jess to meet her. She nodded, picked up her half-full glass, and crossed the room to sit in the fourth chair at the table.

"Jessica, this is Eileen. My wife."

"Hi," she said, and her voice sounded different. It took him a moment to realize what it was.

"You can hear now?"

She nodded. "This is Heaven. The blind see, the lame walk . . . the deaf hear. It's wonderful. And terrifying."

"All the best things are."

Eventually Dean came and collected him. "Come on," he said. "There's someone I want you to meet. Back at my place."

"Okay. Let me just go say goodbye-"

"No need. They'll be around. You can see them whenever you want. Now come on."

They went out and got in the car and drove to a place a few miles away. It was a two-story Colonial with a white picket fence and a basketball hoop.

Dean opened the front door (without a key, Sam noted) and called out, "Cas? You here?"

"We're in back, Dean," came the angel's voice.

"We?" Sam inquired.

Dean just nodded and went around through the garage to the back yard. It was about the size of a football field, and at the fifty yard line stood Castiel.

"Hey, Cas." It had been forever since he'd last laid eyes on the angel. Cas saw him, broke into a huge grin, and came over to hug him.

"Welcome home, Sam. Though, technically, your home is next door."

"It's all right," said Dean. "We're all one family. Right, Jack?"

Sam took a look at the person beside Cas and his heart nearly leaped out of his chest.

"Jack!" He ran to the young God and threw his arms around him. "It's so great to see you!"

"It's good to see you, too, Sam. I'm glad you finally made it. We've been waiting for you a long time."

A young man with short blond hair, in a denim jacket with white wings embroidered on the back, came running over. "Was that good? Should I do it again? Oh, hello," he said, seeing Sam.

"Sam," said Jack, "this is Destiel."

"Destiel?"

"Don't look at me," said Dean. "I would have called him literally anything else. Jack gave him the name."

"I created him," Jack said, beaming proudly. "I used bits of Dean's soul and Cas' grace. Dean plus Castiel equals Destiel."

"So he's a Nephilim?"

"No, he's all angel. Raised by humans. Humans you know. Your parents, for starters. Bobby, Charlie, Jody-"

"Wait, they all knew about this? How come no one said anything?"

"What, and spoil the surprise?" Jack looked from one to the other and smiled.

"So you're creating angels? I thought you were supposed to be hands-off."

"I am," Jack nodded. "With one big exception." He looked at Destiel and then back to Sam. "The Winchester bloodline must be protected. It's the most important human bloodline in human history."

Sam felt a shiver of fear in his heart. "What are you saying?"

"I'm sorry, Sam, but your son is in danger. Luckily, I've created a protector for him."

"Hello," the young man (angel?) said. "I'm Destiel."

To be continued in Supernatural: the Legacy, coming soon!