This is a short story I've been thinking about for a while. It takes place ten years after the season 14 finale. I tweaked it a bit for my own outcome, but the only major difference is Sam's and Jack's death and Dakota is seven at the end of season 14. I may use her in other stories but they will most likely each be in alternate universes so they will not be connected to this story
Part one.
We are in a forest. I don't know how we got here, it all happened so fast. Dad stands up, putting himself between me and Chuck. Chuck laughs. "Do you really think you can stop me Dean? After all these years?"
"Dad.." I try to tell him to run, but only a hoarse whisper comes out. He looks at me briefly with his famous Winchester grin.
"It's gonna be ok, Pumpkin"
The bunker is filled with people. Some I have known all my life. Some I only know from stories. It had been ten years since the last Winchester funeral. I still remember it. Dad had been broken by Uncle Sammy's and Jack's deaths. But then we had had each other. Now I only have myself and Cass, who at the moment was no were to be found. I shuffle awkwardly through the crowd, ignoring all of the glances and mumbles of condolences. I make my way up the stairs of the bunker finally sitting on the top. An uncomfortable amount of people looked up at me, only to speak about me in hushed tones. A hand touches my shoulder as Cas appears behind me.
"Hello, Mary." He says, "It's time."
"You just made a big mistake, Pal." Dean says facing Chuck again. "You see, nobody. Nobody touches my kid."
"You can't beat me Dean, I am all powerful, I AM GOD"
Dad chuckles. "Well, Chuck." He says his name full of poison. "I've finally figured you out. All these years of searching for you. I realized some things."
"And what was that?" Chuck sounds amused, he is cocky. He believes he will win and he is right, but I can't move and Dad refuses to. I can see Dad reaching for something in his jacket. Chuck doesn't seem to notice.
"You're no God"
We carry the coffin through the woods, to a clearing where we have had the other funerals. Piles of ashes mark parts of the clearing. I am on one side of the coffin, between Cas and Bobby. On the other side are some hunter friends. No one had wanted me to help carry the coffin but I didn't take no for an answer.
We carefully lay the coffin down of a pyre. I am tempted to open it. Maybe it wouldn't be empty like I know it was. Maybe he was in there and I could say goodbye. But he is not. He had been turned to dust instantly. We were burning an empty coffin.
One by one everyone lays something on the coffin. There were many different things. Some witches and wiccans had put magical objects, priest had sprinkled holy water and blessed the coffin, some of Dad's better friends put some albums and other things from Dad's favorite bands, and Cas lays down Dad's wedding ring, the only thing that had been left of him. Finally it was my turn. I pulled the keys from Baby from my pocket and laid them down. Before I let go Cas stops me.
"Are you sure?" He asks.
"Yeah," I say "He always said that he would be the last one to drive her. This is what he would have wanted." I let go of the keys and moments later watched them melt as the flames engulfed everything that I had called home for the last 17 years.