Just my idea of an alternative ending, I thought it would be fun to explore other endings. I own nothing. All mistakes are my own. Enjoy :)
The side of the road. A place all too familiar for a car, for THE car. The 1967 Chevrolet Impala. The orange tinged dust resting on her lower half in a light coating. Enough to cover her once shining black covering on paint. The Impala was at a stop. Her wheels resting upon the dried gravel below. The scenery that surrounded her was silent yet beautiful. The afternoon sun though beginning to rest provided enough heat to feel the warmth envelope you had to stood still long enough to enjoy it. And that's exactly what the two brothers would do. The country sides surrounded them, open fields, the breezes of the cleanest yet fresh air filled their lungs. Side by side the two brothers rested against the hood of the Impala. Their legs stretched out, both having one leaning over the other. Hands tucked into their jacket pockets as they enjoyed the remainder of light the sun had on offer.
'So?' Dean asked his brother, the orange hue covering his face as he squinted from the setting light.
'So, what?' Sam replied, confusion written across his face as he turned his head to his brother.
'What do you wanna do now?'
'What do you mean what do I want to do now?'
'Life, hunting, this, everything.'
'You know, it crossed my mind thousands of times, the possibility of what I'd do, what we would do when we were done, if we were ever done...and now we're there, now we actually have a choice for the first time...I don't know Dean.'
Dean took in the words his brother spoke, a small grin forming on his face as he nodded in approval.
'What about you? What did you have in mind?' Sam smiled as he asked his brother, noticing for the first time in a long time that Dean had hope. Hope in the way he smiled, the way he spoke and the way he looked.
'I have a few ideas, it's gonna take a bit of work to get there though.'
'Oh really, like what?' Sam frowned in curiosity at his brothers response.
Dean stood from his resting position as he pulled out the keys to the car.
'First Sammy, we eat.' Dean replied holding his keys up, grinning from ear to ear as his thoughts ventured to pie.
Sam knew the look Dean had, when Dean was set on doing something, it would happen there was no stopping him. He was glad to see that though their futures had once been set to have a grim outcome, now they would be writing their own ending, for the first time their endings would be what they wanted them to be. Together the brothers hopped into the familiar home and drove down the road ahead.
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7 Years Later
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'Brothers in Arms Whiskey Bar' was written across the front of the large wooden building, the letters lighting up in red. The almost amber coloured wood had a fine layer of varnishing on her outskirts. Still fresh, the smell of vanish and wood was rich and potent though the scents blended well together. When inside the fragrant aromas of over one hundred different whiskeys were displayed on the wall in a neat and tidy fashion. The bar was welcoming, the rich colours of red and gold seating swept through out. The walls stained a dark mahogany colour, hanging pictures of classic cars and signed pictures from rock legends from the 70's and 80's rested throughout the walls. High risen tables on the far end of the room and three pool tables close by. In the middle was a sunken hard wooded floored dining area, on the left side of the entrance was a stage for the live music which played every night, a small dance floor which had just been polished stretched out in front of the performance area. This bar wasn't just for whiskey but for entertainment, it was a place you could bring your family had you wanted to. It was also home to fellow hunters. Hunters who needed help, guidance or information. Though hunting enquires were dealt with in the office or over the phone. A large board which had been nailed to the front of the bars service area displayed a message of 'Pie of the Day'. Only there was never just one pie option. Those who knew the owner knew why. They knew when he thought of pie an overwhelming excitement usually filled him, resulting in 'Pies of the Day'. Displayed on the list were Apple, Pecan and Cherry.
Dean Winchester owner and founder of 'Brothers in Arms Bar' sat in his office. It was never a place he thought he'd ever see himself though here he was, behind a desk, phone in hand. Dean had never been one for being tidy, papers sprawled across his desk. It was what once would call organised chaos. Four photographs stood upright on their sides of the computer screen. One which had been taken when Dean had just turned four years old. His mother cuddling him from behind as both smiled widely for their photo being taken. It had always been once of his favourite photos. The other (another old photograph) showed his father John with his two boys. The boys being himself and his little brother Sam. He would have been no older than 15, Sam no older than 11. They were rugged up sitting on the hood of the Impala. The two other photographs stood tall on the other side of the computers screen. The two being more recent photos. One of himself with a dark haired man. A dear friend to him, someone who meant an awful lot. Someone that pained him to see go. His arm was wrapped tightly around the man's neck and Dean was pulling a silly face, his eyes crossed with his tongue out. The other male seemed to not understand the humour, appearing to be confused he wore a royal blue coloured tie and light tan coloured trench coat looking directly into the eye of the camera which took the photo. Dean had always thought that photo had captured them both perfectly, whenever it caught his eye he'd stop and think about his friend, a small smile always appearing on his face. The angel who saved his life. Castiel. He missed him everyday. The last photo was one that couldn't be more than a few years old. A familiar face. His brother, Sam. The photo had been taken in the hospital. The brothers stood side by side, both looking incredibly proud. Smiles stretched widely across their faces. Sam holding a newborn baby cradled in his arms nervously but lovingly. The baby was wrapped in a blue muslin wrap, asleep in his fathers arms.
'No, that won't do anything you've got to use a flare gun, that'll give the best result...alright bye.' Dean pressed the hang up button on his hunters phone.
Though he was now a business owner Dean still provided hunters with assistance when required but of a different kind. More of a hunting consultant. If you needed information Dean was your guy to see. The satisfaction of having the best of both worlds. This bar was his baby, baby number two after the Impala of course. A large filing cabinet to his left was filled with information on all things supernatural. Beside it was a large book shelf, once again filled with books of the supernatural. Useful information for hunters passing through. The other side of his office was filled with paperwork. Paperwork of the boring kind. Paper work for his co-owner to deal with. Paper work for Sam. Though the bar was his idea, he wouldn't be where he was today without the help of his brother. Together through years of hard work the brothers had managed to purchase and build up from the ground a once failing business. Now successfully operating together side by side. Their hunting days though no longer physical, were now spent assisting those who needed help in regards to research and all things that didn't involve getting almost killed everyday.
Dean sat back in his chair as he ran his hands through his hair. He could here a small continuous pattering thumping noise. A smile now beaming across his face. He knew exactly what it was. Exactly who it was.
'Uncle Dean!' The voice of an excited 4 year old yelled out as his office door was carelessly forced open. The small child running into his arms as the two embraced a much needed cuddle. The boys father following closely behind now entered the office space. Deans face still filled with happiness as he rose up to greet his brother, giving him a hug.
'How you two doing? How was the trip?' Dean asked his brother, having not seen him in just over two weeks now.
'Yeh, not too bad. Though I wish someone had told me about not giving kids a tablet in the car. He puked everywhere, we still can't get the smell out.'
Dean threw his head back as he laughed.
'You used to do the same thing Sammy, up until you were about 11. We had to stop you from reading in the car because you'd just hurl everywhere.'
'Yeh well, we won't be making that mistake again. Anyway, Grand Canyon was about as exciting as you can imagine. How's things been here?'
Sam began digging through Dean's bottom desk draw and pulled out a used packet of crayons and paper, placing them on the hardwood floors for the child to draw on.
'Yeh not too bad, helped out a hunter who was taking down a Wendigo. There's been a vampires nest out west. Oh, and get this something that sounds like 'Vamp Mimes'.' Dean used his fingers to make the motion of quoting fingers. His face looking half serious half humorous at the monster combination he'd come up with.
'Right, sounds interesting.' Sam replied. There was a moments silence before Dean spoke again.
'You ever miss being out there Sammy?'
'With the life we've got now, I can't say I do. I mean it was great having my brother with me every step of the way for 15 years, but I'm happy. Im safe, you're safe. We've built something awesome together and I've got my brother by my side and a family to be proud of what more could I want.'
Dean nodded his head in agreement as he opened his arms gesturing his brother to come in for another hug. He appreciated his brothers words. Though sometimes Dean did miss the life of having the adrenaline of a hunt pulse through his veins, he also loved the life he had been able to control. The life he was able to write on his own terms with his brother. They would still be saving people, hunting things. Just differently, while still being able to enjoy the finer things in life.
Dean glanced down at his watch as it began to beep. An alarm he'd set earlier was now going off to remind him of something.
'Oh, gotta go Sammy, it's rehearsal time.' Dean whacked his brothers chest as he walked past him to exit the office. Once reaching the door Dean stopped and turned around to face the little boy colouring in.
'Oh, you coming Johnny? I need my best man on back up guitar.' Dean's hands now playing an air guitar solo.
'It's John.' The young boy glared at him as he got up to join his uncle Dean rehearse his music to be performed later that night.
Dean continued to look at the young boy in disbelief before darting his eyes up towards his own brother. Sam's only response was to laugh. His son had definitely taken after him.
The End.