They both ended up in Heaven. I would visit from time to time. Jack really did a good job fixing Chuck's mess. Dean's death hit me harder than Sam's, which was understandable. Sam confiscated everything, made sure I didn't have any blades nearby and didn't have access to alcohol. Not that it mattered much anyway. I had taken to staying with Miracle in Dean's bed, crying myself to sleep while cuddling with the dog.
The day we abandoned the Bunker was especially hard. It was the first time in weeks that I snapped at Sam.
"A fucking nail!"
"I know, Angie."
"After all that he went through, he died because of A FUCKING NAIL!"
I beat at Sam's chest, angry, before collapsing into his arms in a fit of sobs. He rubbed my back, softly hushing me before leading me out to the car, Miracle at our heels.
We stopped hunting. Sam settled down, got married, had a kid that he named Dean. I would come over and visit a few times a week. Miracle and I lived in our own apartment elsewhere in the town. I got the Impala. I got to watch as Sam grew old like Dean had always wanted for him. He died with his son and I near him.
I got to tell Dean when I met my first real crush. Had my first date. First kiss. Got engaged. Found out I was pregnant with a girl. I was scared at first when I found out about the pregnancy. I had thought that I couldn't have children because of what I was. Dean had reassured me, saying that I would make a wonderful mother and it didn't matter that me or my child weren't completely human. I named her Mary Deana.
We were both under constant supervision, even though I was the only one who was aware of it. Life was good. Even though it was hard sometimes, I couldn't complain. I stopped drinking entirely and on days before Mary was born that I felt like cutting I would visit Dean and Sam instead. Even though I didn't visit them as much after Mary was born, I was happy. And the boys were happy for me in Heaven.
-FIN-