Sam Winchester enters the bunker, having finished his morning run, and he feels amazing. He takes a moment to stare from up on the rafters at the mess from the night before. Empty beer bottles and leftovers litter the table. Cas' trench coat is lazily folded over the top of a chair. It is an absolute mess, and Sam smiles.

He smiles, thinking back to the celebration last night, having Cas and Eileen back in their lives, back here home with them. He smiles as he throws the trash out. He smiles as he wipes everything down with Clorox wipes. He smiles as he throws that dirty trench coat into the washer.

After he takes a shower and starts making breakfast, he feels his stomach jump as small arms wrap around him from behind. Flipping the stove off, he turns around, Eileen's hold still on him.

"Good morning." He signs to her.

"Good morning." She says back.

They share a sweet kiss, and Eileen helps him continue with breakfast.

Sam was terrified when he found out Eileen was alive. Because now they had the chance. The chance to see where all of this was going. What was their endgame? He had no clue.

All Sam knew for most of his life was where is the next threat, and how were they going to stop it? With Jack in charge, promising to keep things under control, Sam could finally sit back and figure out what he wanted to do with his life. And there was no John Winchester to tell him no. The sky was the limit for him, and that was equally nerve-racking.

Dean stumbled into the kitchen with Cas, and Sam refrained from saying anything because they both still looked tangled up in each other. Even when Dean went straight for the coffee and Cas went to the cupboard to get the plates.

Sam smiled really big, fighting for self control.

But the biggest, genuine smile of the day was seeing how well they all worked together. How Dean and Cas were finally open and honest with each other; how Eileen was so happy to have a home; how Cas fluently spoke with Eileen in sign. [He texted Cas to help him so he could improve his fluency as well.]

A week later, Sam had that research scowl on his face. He had been staring at his laptop for who knows how long. He did not even notice Dean had been trying to get his attention until he jerked the laptop out of Sam's vision.

"What's got you all seized up?" Dean looks at the screen, and smirks. "Huh, college boy..."

"I was just thinking-"

"Hey, it's cool." Dean holds his hand out, and gently set the laptop back down. "You know we can do whatever we want, and if you wanna go back to school, then by God, do it."

"Well, it's almost $20,000 a year, and, hunting doesn't really pay the bills." Sam sighed. "Can you imagine doing all of this if we had to pay rent somewhere?"

"Don't you worry about a thing." Dean shook his head. "I've been wanting to take Cas to Vegas anyway...now I've got a noble excuse: to help my baby brother become a bigger nerd and know-it-all..."

"I'm touched, Dean, but I'll just look for scholarships."

"I'm still going to Vegas, can buy me a baby grand!" At Sam's confused look, Dean's smile drops. "A piano. Geez, you do need to go back to school."

"Dean...are you sure about this?" Sam got up and his heart was racing.

"Is this what you want to do?" Dean asks. Sam nods his head. "Well, tit's settled, then."

Sam's eyes water, and he crushes Dean into a hug. "Thank-you...thank-you for everything, Dean."

"Ok, ok...you're ok." Dean held the hug longer, cause he did not want to be seen crying over such a chick-flic moment. "You know I've always got your back, Sammy."

Sam nodded, thanking God for such a loving and supportive family. The future was bright, and he could finally breathe and rest and do whatever he wanted to do.