Sam looks over the paperwork Dean leaves him. It was an insurance policy for him. It was a generous offer, but Sam would gladly trade it all to get his brother back.

"I know. I know." Sam starts crying. Miracle whimpers.

Sam gets startled when the phone rings.

"Hello?" Based on the southern twang, it was a Texas accent. Sam shakes his head. "I know a Donna Hanscum...Okay. I'll be right there." He flips off the cell.

Once Sam cleans up the Bunker, he takes a final long look.

S.W

D.W

M.W

Castiel

Jack

The new hunters that will be here tomorrow won't know who these names belong to. It didn't matter, the names and initials there, they changed the world.

'Goodbye Dean. Goodbye Cas. Goodbye Mom. Goodbye Dad. Goodbye Adam. Goodbye Jack. Goodbye Bobby.' Sam teared up once he turned off the lights.

Austin, Texas

Sam puts the weapons in the trunk. "Agent Bon Jovi" was done this case. He knew this was over for him. He was retired. Taking the fake badge, he threw it inside the Impala's trunk.

"This is it. I'm done." Sam Winchester was taking over. No more alias. No more hunting. He looks at Miracle. "You hungry? Me too." He sees a restaurant. "How do you feel about double bacon cheeseburgers?" He usually ate healthy these days, but since he was on his final hunt, he decided to treat himself.

"Is that all?" The waitress asked.

"Plus every flavor of pie you have. Plus a beer."

"You sure? There is at least ten pies."

"I'm sure. Just box them up."

Sam wasn't a pie fan, but he remembers the last hunt he and Dean did. They went to a pie festival. Sam smiled as he dug into the apple pie.

'This is for you Dean.' He smiled at the waitress when she brought over the box.

Sam smiled at the phone number he got.

"Hello?"

"Hi. We met before. Um. I was the guy who accidentally tripped and fell in front of your face." Sam nearly died of embarrassment when he fell in front of the cute brunette. But she never laughed at him. Instead she helps him up. Then after Sam apologized, she and Sam started talking about the dangers of frosted sidewalks. After a few minutes, she gave Sam her phone number.

Sam was nervous about what he was going to ask. But it's been almost two years. But he scrimped and saved for six months to buy this ring. Swallowing his fear, he goes to the dining room where she was waiting.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." Sam kisses his new wife.

The house was chilly, but Sam was working hard to insulate the walls. Their son was due in a few months, and Sam needed his family comfortable.

Sam was rocking in the nursery as he rocks Dean Jr to sleep.

"Sam? He's not going anywhere." Mrs Winchester knew about his brother's tragic death. Her husband never liked talking about it.

"I know. But I can't help it." Dean was never going to be in the life. He smiled as he watches Dean yawning, those tiny fists opening and closing.

Sam smiled as he picked up his toddler. Dean's mom was waving from the picnic table.

Sam was exhausted when he came home from work. It was a normal job, Sam became a teacher. He wasn't worried about getting exposed for a shady past, his late friend Charlie wiped his and Dean's criminal records clean.

"Dad? Come play catch." Dean was holding a mitt.

Sam was dead tired, but seeing Dean smiling, he grinned and shuffled his head.

"Let me get changed first. Meet me outside." He walked up to his wife and kisses her. "Want to watch?" He liked the dress she was wearing. Purple suited her.

"So the equation is this way?" Fourteen year old Dean was having trouble with his homework.

"Yep, and when you move the variable..." He puts his hand over his head. Sam didn't mind the glasses, but he was getting older, and his eyes weren't as good as they used to be.

Sam couldn't believe it. He stared at the tattoo. His son was already in college, but he came home for Christmas Break.

"I know. But I'm a grown man." Dean thought the tattoo was cool. His dad had the same one on his shoulder. He always wondered what that tattoo meant.

Sam sighed.

"Dean. We need to talk."

Sam wasn't happy that Dean was hunting, but he couldn't stop his son from living his life.

"Dad. I promise I'll be careful." Dean was hunting with some new friends, Castiel and Sam. He liked Garth, he always gave good advice. They were werewolves, but Dean didn't care. "Tell mom I said hi."

Sam waved goodbye as Dean drove away. He made Dean promise not to make hunting his whole life, that he prioritizes his life first. Luckily Dean promised.

Sam sat in the Impala. He looked at his greying hair and wrinkles in the mirror. He almost laughed. He could only imagine Dean's expression seeing him old.

"Dean." Sam starts crying. Its been years. But he missed his brother everyday. Baby was kept in good shape, Sam spent a fortune maintaining it.

Dean came in the room to say goodbye. His dad, that he always looked up to was dying. His heart wasn't in the best shape. He teared up seeing him so weak.

"Dad."

Sam teared up seeing his son. He hated to go, but he knew it was time.

'Take care of your mom. I love you.' He squeezes his hand.

Dean teared up seeing the monitor whine.

'Say hi to Uncle Dean.'

Dean watched as his father's corpse was getting burned. His two best friends were with him, along with his relatives from Brazil.

"To Dad. To everyone." He raises his beer.

Sam and Dean were smiling as they looked over the raging river in Heaven.

"We have a party to go to." The Roadhouse called, they were throwing a party.