Hello, guys! After the (terrible) series finale, I needed a better ending for Dean and Castiel (we all know that they deserved better), so I did what I usually do in these situations: to write a FF with my dreamt finale.
Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own anything related to Supernatural.
Prologue
The night, as always, was dark. The sky was completely black, without any star or even the moon shining there. Probably it was that, or maybe the instinct, but a woman was walking quickly, holding her bag as it was a fiery shield. She knew, because she wasn't any fool, that some monsters used to live in the darkness, but she was thinking about human horrors, when her problem was, actually, the supernatural ones.
A shadow was stalking her, hidden in the dark. And, somehow, she should have felt it, because the woman started walking faster, winning some time. Finally, she reached the door of a little hallway. The shadow didn't move, in wait, while the woman went up the stairs in order to find a man. He was frowning in front of a laptop, with his long brown hair messed up. Next to him, in the ground, there was a child playing with tiny cars.
"Hello, guys", she smiled.
"Mum!" The little kid jumped, blissed, to be reunited with her mother. She hugged her, making the woman laugh. "Dad and I have been drawing you!"
"Oh, really? Well, I want to see those masterpieces."
The child ran, so the woman raised an eyebrow, funny, while her husband shrugged, as it hadn't any importance. The woman, then, sat down on his lap, throwing her arms around his neck.
"So... Dean Winchester, the brush artist."
"Yeah, I'm like Picasso... And I mean it, because it is not realistic at all."
Both laughed again. They were completely unaffiliated with the truth about the world. Maybe that was the reason which explained how happy this Dean Winchester was... At least, it was what Castiel used to think, because he refused to believe that the first Dean, his Dean, was unable to get happiness because of his own nature. Well, actually, he tried not to think about him at all, it was better that way.
And now he had new problems, because even in a better world, the Winchester family was in danger and, as always, he had to help them.