Grandpa Winchester
Normal was a peaceful little town in Illinois, but that all changed one fateful day in 1958. It was supposed to be a day of celebration for Henry Winchester and Josie Sands. Instead it was a day of panic and death.
Henry pulled jar upon jar from a well-stocked cabinet, heart pounding hard in his chest. He could hear doors slamming within the halls as the monster possessing one of his closest friends searched for him and the thing he had to protect with his very life. His spell was almost complete. All he needed was to draw the symbol on the door and he'd be sent to the help he needed.
"Henry Winchester?" Henry gasped and spun around, fearing that Abaddon had found another way in. Instead he discovered a young woman leaning against a book cabinet.
"Who –"
"My name is Lydia," the woman stated. "I am here for you and the knight of hell." Henry shook his head, pointing at the symbol half drawn on the door with his own blood.
"This isn't a game, ma'am. I need to –"
The door flew open and Henry stumbled backward. Abaddon stepped into the room, a cruel smile decorating her face. She stepped forward, reaching for Henry, but stopped on noticing that they were not alone. She looked the woman up and down.
"A witch? What's your business here?" Abaddon hissed. Lydia smirked, raising a hand.
"The business is not mine," she admitted. Her hand began to glow. "It is God's."
Light encased Abaddon and Henry and suddenly their bodies were being hurtled through the ether. Abaddon screeched from Henry's side and grabbed at Lydia, trying to stop the witch. Henry remained still, too stunned to act. Lydia, tried to hold Abaddon back, but a quick slash to the chest from Abaddon's sharp nails sent her tumbling away from knight and human. The knight of hell and man of letter's journey took a turn for the worst then. Without Lydia controlling their journey the ether started to warp around them, spinning and flinging them around. Abaddon and Henry screamed until the ether finally spit them out.
Henry's body materialized on a blacktop road. He opened his eyes just in time to see the lights of an automobile beam at him from out of the darkness. Henry covered his head, waiting for impact. It never came. Wheals screeched and the vehicle came to a stop. Henry looked up, brows furrowing as he stared at the automobile. Two young men stepped out of it. One was a tall man with floppy long hair. The other was a shorter man with bright green eyes.
"Please," Henry began, standing to his feet. "Time is of the essence." The two men looked at him like he was crazy. Henry couldn't blame them. There was no telling how he looked to them.
"I need to find someone –John Winchester." The two men flinched at hearing the name of Henry's son and something sparked inside the father. He stepped closer to the two men and their car. "Please," he begged. "Do you know him?"
Tension zapped through the air and suddenly, Henry was pushed backward. His body flew, back colliding with the black top. The shorter man was holding him down, arm pressed against Henry's throat. The taller knelt by his side, eyes just as dark as his friend's. "I can assure you, there is no need for violence," Henry choked, beneath the shorter man's hold. He looked the shorter man up and down. "Is it absolutely essential, Sir, that you keep your hands on me?" The man holding him scowled, but pulled back his hands, allowing Henry to at least sit up from the cold blacktop. "Thank you. Gentlemen, in the absence of any and all other explanations I'm afraid this has been a marvelous tragic misunderstanding." Henry pushed himself up to leave then. These men were brutes to say flatly. Though they clearly knew about John, he doubted the reasons were anything good judging by their reactions. No, it would be safest to get as far away from them as possible.
Hands grabbed at him and the cold metal of handcuffs clasped over his wrists.
"You're not going anywhere, 007, until we get some answers," the shorter hissed. Henry rolled his eyes and broke out of the handcuffs, cuffing the two thugs instead. He ran then, bolting down the blacktop road as the sun slowly began to rise. Something gold flashed in the corner of his eye then and Henry gasped as something soft, but hard whopped him over the head. He stumbled, crashing onto his hands and knees. He looked up, expecting to find the two thugs from before, but instead, a small child at least six years of age stood before him. He was no normal child however. Golden wings stretched out from his back, glistening in the slowly rising sun. Something pressed at his sides and Henry turned his head, staring at two more children. One was blond with silver wings and the smaller had inky black wings and dark hair.
"Sorry, darling," the silver winged child hummed. "Looks like you're coming with us."
"He's clean," the tall, floppy haired man summed up after splashing Henry in the face with holy water. They'd brought him back to a small house where Henry was faced with two women, a boy, an old man, and a red winged child. In that time, Henry had managed to sneak a peek at the calendar on the wall, finding that the year was 2015. That certainly explained the strange clothes and cars.
"You can start by telling us everything before I beat it out of you," the shorter hissed, sitting up from the chair he'd been seated on as the other stepped back. Henry laughed at the threat.
"I'm quite certain this is all beyond your understanding my alpha male monkey friend," Henry insulted. "Violence will not help you comprehend this any easier," he added. Anger flared in the man's eyes and suddenly a gun was being shoved into Henry's face.
"Let me tell you what I understand!" the man Henry had been dumb enough to insult shouted. Some asshat pops up in the middle of the road asking about my dad, so why am I not getting violent again?"
There was a pause.
"John Winchester is your father?" Henry questioned, shock coursing through his veins.
"Yeah, so what?" the taller questioned.
"I need his help to stop somebody."
"Stop who?" the man asked.
"Abaddon –she's a demon." He let out a puff of air and met the two's gaze. If they really were his grandsons then they deserved the truth. All of it. "I'm from Normal, Illinois, 1958," he admitted.
"Yeah, right," Alpha male snorted. When Henry glared at him the man's smirk fell. "Seriously?"
"If you could just take me to John we could clear all of this up," Henry pressed.
"That's not going to happen," Alpha male stated.
"Why not?"
"Because he's dead!"
Something snapped within Henry's soul. He stared between the two men, shock and denial beating at each other within his head.
"What's it to you?" the moose questioned, watching as Henry struggled to comprehend the news. Henry looked away from him, eyes downcast.
"He's my son," he whispered.
Henry sat in Jody Mill's living room alone. After answering questions only John Winchester's father would know, the boys deemed that Henry was telling the truth and untied him. They had led him into the living room where the others in the house waited silently. His grandsons introduced themselves to him, giving him the names Sam and Dean. They then introduced their family to them before leading everyone to the other room. Henry didn't know what they were talking about in there, but he guessed it had to do with his fate. Henry didn't care. At the moment, all he could think about was that his little boy was gone.
"How are you doing?" Sam asked, stepping into the room. He sat in the armchair near the couch. Snuggled in his arms was the archangel Gabriel.
"I've been better," Henry admitted. He looked around. "Where's Dean?" Something glinted in Sam's eye then and he shook his head.
"Still in the other room with the others," Sam stated. "He…uh…"
"Doesn't like you," Gabriel finished for the stumbling man. Sam glared at the angel. "What?" Gabriel squawked. "It's true." Sam shook his head and then looked back to Henry.
"Anyway, this demon you told us about. We'll help you kill her –"
"You can't just kill a demon you need –" Sam pulled out a knife with jagged edges from his coat pocket and then a silver blade. Henry's eyes widened. "Where did you get those?"
"A demon gave me this one," Sam said, stuffing the jagged knife into his pocket again. He spun the silver one in his fingers before putting that one back too. "Gabriel gave me the angel blade." Gabe huffed.
"Uh…I do recall you just taking it," Gabe hummed, thinking back to when he first got shrunk down.
"Gabe, you look and act like a six year old. Sorry if I don't trust you with it." Gabe stuck his tongue out at the hunter. He turned back to Henry then.
"Neither of those will work against her though. She's no ordinary demon." Sam frowned and Gabe kept going. "You said that her name was Abaddon, right?" Gabriel asked, directing the question to Henry. Henry nodded. "Right. Abaddon is a knight of hell. They're the most powerful and oldest of their kind. It is believed that the archangels wiped them out, but as an archangel myself I will tell you that is 100% false. They were killed by Cain himself. Well, except for Abaddon."
"If we can't kill her maybe we can send her back?" Sam offered. He looked to Henry.
"I…I can do it," Henry stammered. "I just need the right ingredients for the spell and a week for my soul to recharge –"
"Wait. You tapped into your soul for the spell?" Sam questioned. "I thought only angels could do that?" Henry frowned at Sam's words, confused. My own grandson doesn't know about something so simple? What level of knowledge was he?
"Angels aren't the only ones that can access souls," Gabriel stated, stretching his wings a little. "There were once –"
"I don't understand," Henry interrupted. "You and your brother were taught to be men of letters by your father, correct?" Sam frowned.
"Our father taught us to be hunters," Sam corrected. Henry laughed. Hunters? It couldn't be true. Hunters were apes. They shot first and asked questions later. They were the complete opposite of men of letters.
"Your legacies," Henry told Sam, urgently. "You come from a long line of men of letters. You, your brother, and father should have been too."
"What are men of letters?" Sam asked. Henry forced down the shock of the question.
"Men of letters are preceptors, observers, beholders, chroniclers, of mysteries not easily explainable or known to men," Henry explained. "We have knowledge of the mysteries of the supernatural and many arcane arts like alchemy. We share our secrets to the most elite hunters we deem to be worthy."
"So your Yoda's star Jedi," Dean teased, stepping into the room with Cas, Balthazar, and Lucifer in his arms. He was smiling, but it was strained as he stared at Henry.
"If you guys were such a big deal why haven't we heard of you?" Sam continued. Henry shook his head, stopping when his eyes caught the sad look in the three angels' eyes. He stared at them and they stared back. Henry felt the pieces slowly click together in his mind and a sick feeling washed over him.
"Abaddon," he murmured. All three angels nodded. "What happened?" Balthazar, Castiel, Lucifer wiggled out of Dean's arms. Balthazar picked up Lucifer and the three walked over to the couch Henry was seated on. They jumped onto the cushion beside him. Henry pulled a small box from his pocket. "Was it because of this?" The angels nodded.
"What is that?" Dean asked.
"I don't know," Henry admitted. "Abaddon attacked on the day of my final initiation. All secrets were to be revealed after, but…" He shook his head, looking to the angels.
"They were wiped out by Abaddon," Gabriel hummed. "Only a few survived, but all went into hiding."
"The order was lost, along with their secrets," Balthazar added. Henry's head fell into his hands and Lucifer crawled over the couch cushions and into the man's lap. Henry looked up at the smiling angel. He'd never expected that one day he'd even be in an angel's presence, but now here he was in both Lord Gabriel and Lord Lucifer's presence.
Lucifer held up his hands to the Winchester and Henry reached out, picking up the tiny angel. Lucifer giggled, and clutched the lapels of Henry's suit. The angel started blowing raspberries and Henry grinned at the child. He started to whistle and Lucifer's eyes widened with happiness at the little tune.
"What is that? I know that tune," Dean stated, watching the exchange between Henry and Lucifer.
"As Time Goes By," Henry informed the hunter. "It's from Casablanca."
"Dad used to whistle that from time to time," Sam stated.
"Your father saw 'Abbott and Costello Meet the Mummy' at the drive-in one night. It scared the beeswax out of him. So I got him this little music box that played that song to help him sleep at night," Henry said fondly, staring off into space as he ran careful fingers through Lucifer's feathers. "It worked like a charm." Sam chuckled, smiling down at his hands.
"Wow, it's hard to believe Dad was ever scared of anything." Dean walked further into the room and plopped down onto the couch, scooping Balthazar and Castiel back onto his lap.
"Yeah, well, a lot happened to change that didn't it," he snapped. Sam glared at his brother and Henry stared at him. That sick feeling in his stomach was back.
"What do you mean?" he asked. Dean glared at him, leaning forwards a little.
"Dad never saw you again," Sam said gently, beating Dean to it. Dean glared at his brother, but looked back to Henry again.
"He thought you ran out on him," Dean continued, words laced with poison. "You said he was supposed to learn to be a legacy? Well he didn't. He had to learn stuff the hard way. He had to survive a lonely childhood, a stinking war…only to get married and have his wife taken by a demon and then later be killed by one himself." Dean leaned even closer to Henry then and the angels on his lap moved out of his lap so not to be squashed. "That man got a bum rap around every turn, but you know what? He kept going and in the end he did a hell of a lot more good than he did bad." Henry swallowed thickly.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I wish I would have been there for him."
"Yeah, it's a little late for that now, don't you think?" Dean huffed, getting up from the couch.
"It's the price we pay for upholding great responsibility," Henry tried to reason. Something sparked in Dean's eyes and he whirled around.
"Your responsibility was to your family! Not some glorified book club!" Dean yelled, voice shaking with raw emotion.
"I was a legacy. I had no choice," Henry countered.
"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that," Dean hissed. He made to turn out of the room, but he stopped himself. "Everyone has a choice," he hissed before stepping out of the living room and to his room. Jody, Bobby, Alex, and Kevin snuck a peak out from the kitchen then.
"Wow," Jody huffed. "I take it the worst is over?" She looked to Sam and the hunter waved her and the others in.
"Come on. It's safe."
"That didn't sound too good," Kevin commented, taking Dean's spot on the couch.
"I'm sorry," Henry murmured. Jody waved off the apology like it was a bug.
"Don't worry about it. Dean's pretty sensitive when it comes to family."
"Can say that again," Alex hummed, sitting cross-legged on the floor. "The guy doesn't care about anything else. So you have to realize, Mr. Winchester, that when you talk about putting your little club before family…it doesn't sit well with him." Henry nodded. He looked around himself.
"He has quiet the family," he commented. "I wish I knew what John went through. I wish I could understand."
"You can," Bobby interrupted. He walked over to the coffee table in front of the couch and pushed aside a handful of papers, revealing a leather journal. It was taped and stitched together, but as Bobby opened it and flipped through it everything was still readable. "This is John's journal." He handed it over and Henry flipped through it, finding his own initials on the inside of the cover. It was John's, yes, but a different owner had been meant for it. It was the journal Henry had sent for to record his adventures. Now it held John's.
"We'll leave you to look through it," Jody said, ushering for the others to leave. The group left and Henry was alone with only his son's writing as company.
Henry stepped out of Jody's home and into the afternoon sunlight. He'd finished the journal and wanted nothing more than to go back in time and fix everything that happened. He wanted to save John from the nightmares he'd gone through and give his grandson's the lives they deserved.
The Winchester started towards the end of Jody's driveway only to stop in his tracks. Castiel fluttered in front of him, blocking his path.
"We know what you're planning, Henry," he stated. Gabriel and Balthazar fluttered to Cas' side with Lucifer between them. "It won't work."
"I have to try," Henry whispered. "I have to make things right –"
"Will you make things right?" Balthazar asked. "Think about it, Henry."
"I know I might risk some things never happening, but –"
"Oh no," Gabriel interrupted. "Everything will still happen no matter what you do about it."
"Sam, Dwean, Mary, John, you…their fates and yours have been written since the creation of Adam and Eve," Castiel explained. "No matter what you do John will always meet Mary.
"He will have two sons with her," Balthazar added.
"John will always lose his wife to a demon and train his sons to be soldiers against all that is supernatural until his own death," Gabriel continued as Castiel walked closer to Henry.
"No matter what you do, that will always happen. They will always choose family and they will always fight," Cas stated. "Your attempt to change anything would be pointless."
"Then what do I do?" Henry cried, falling to his knees. "I've lost everything. I lost watching my son grow, him fall in love, his children…" He looked up at the angels surrounding him. "What do I do?" Lucifer reached out a hand and patted Henry's chest. He smiled up at the Winchester.
"Stay!" the archangel squealed.
"What he means…" Gabriel started, clearing his throat. "You stay and be here for the family you have now. Don't abandon us, Henry."
"Don't abandon your grandsons," Balthazar pleaded.
Henry remained silent. He stared between the four angels, processing what they said and what the others had said only a few hours before hand. He'd lost sight on what was more important and lost his son to it. Now he had a new chance. He could make things right.
Henry picked Lucifer up into his arms and whistled at him loudly. Lucifer screeched with joy at the funny sound and smiles erupted over everyone. The angels tackled Henry then and suddenly Henry was being dragged all over the yard. The angels showed him their treehouse and ran around him with wide smiles on their faces. It reminded Henry of when he used to play with John.
"Well, look at this," Jody laughed, stepping outside with the others. Henry didn't pay them any mind. His focus was only on the angels. Dean stepped out of the house last, eyes widening as he watched Henry play with the angels.
"What the hell is he doing?" Dean questioned.
"I think," Bobby started. "He made a choice." Dean frowned and looked to his brother. Sam grinned at him, slapping him on the back a few times before turning back to watch the angels play with their grandfather. Dean followed his gaze and the rage he'd felt before whisked away.
"Taggy!" Lucifer crawled, slapping Henry on the shoe before crawling away from the Winchester. Henry laughed and ran to where Lucifer had crawled into the tree line only to stop in his tracks.
"Hello again, Henry," Abaddon chuckled, stepping from the shadows of the trees. She was dressed in black and a shirt that said 'the devil made me do it'. Struggling in her arms was a wide eyed Lucifer.
"Abaddon," Henry growled. "Let the angel go!" Abaddon smirked and looked down at the angel in her arms and then back at Henry.
"Give me the key and he's all yours," she cooed, kissing the top of Lucifer's head. Jody and Alex both saw red and made to charge the demon, but Bobby and Kevin both held them back.
"Don't," Kevin warned. "She'll end up hurting you and then we really have a problem." Jody and Alex nodded reluctantly, but still glared daggers at the knight. Dean and Sam slowly inched closer to their grandfather until they were only a few feet away. Abaddon looked them over quickly.
"Found the grandkids, huh? Sorry to interrupt on the little reunion. Just give me the key and it'll be like I was never here."
"What key?" Henry hissed. Abaddon rolled her eyes.
"The one Larry entrusted to you and told you to protect. Don't think I didn't see him hand it over." Henry's fingers twitched over his pocket where the box was hidden.
"What's the key for?" Henry questioned. Abaddon grinned and pulled a piece of paper from her pocket with her free hand.
"A key for this," she hummed, waving the paper around. "It's coordinates to the biggest treasure mine of supernatural information in the world. It's got things dating back even before creation."
"I can't let you have it then." Abaddon's eyes darkened.
"Then your angel is demon chow." She lifted a hand, aiming for Lucifer's wings. The baby angel screamed and everyone charged for him. Abaddon flicked her eyes at them and they all flew backward, slamming into the ground. Her hand continued to fly towards Lucifer's wings, but her hand punched through something other than Lucifer's soft feathers. Blood gushed around her fist and she pulled her hand out of Henry's stomach. Henry weakly latched his arms around Lucifer and pulled away from Abaddon, collapsing into the grass. Screams filled the air along with Abaddon's laughter. Henry clutched Lucifer as tight as he could as he watched Abaddon come nearer. The others were starting to pick themselves up from the ground, but it was too late. Abaddon was already right on top of them.
"There you two are," a voice huffed. Everyone turned, their heads towards the swing set in the yard. Lydia sat on one of the three swings, smiling. "That was very naughty of you two to run away from me."
"Lydia?" Dean croaked. He got to his feet, moving to stand protectively over Gabriel, Balthazar, and Castiel while the others slowly got their bearings back too. "This your doing?"
"God's," Lydia corrected. "It's all part of his new plan you see."
"New plan?" Sam questioned. "Isn't he busy enough with the one he's got?" Lydia shrugged.
"I do not question his judgement."
"Yeah, well we do," Bobby huffed.
"What would Dad want with Abba-douche?" Gabriel asked.
"What does it matter," Abaddon, hummed. "I'm going to kill every last one of you anyway." She turned to Henry and Lucifer. "Starting with them!" She made to stomp down on Henry with her healed boot, but Lydia jumped from the swing set, letting out an arch of power. Abaddon screamed when it hit her and everyone watched with wide eyes as Abaddon's body shrunk down to the size of a two year old.
"There," Lydia hummed, picking the little red head up in her arms. "That's better."
"Bloody hell," a new voice gasped. Lydia clicked her fingers together and the trees nearby bent to her will, revealing a suited king of hell hiding behind a large oak. Crowley grimaced and stepped out of his hiding spot.
"Crowley," Dean and Sam both growled. The king of hell smiled at them.
"Hello, boys. Sorry, but you can tar and feather me later. We've got bigger issues on the line right now."
"Bigger issues?!"
"Do you mean God's plans for your people or your plans to create an angel army, Crowley?" Lydia questioned innocently. Crowley's eyes widened and suddenly the air became thicker.
"Angel army?" Kevin questioned. Lydia nodded.
"Remember that angel you found called Abner? The one from the abusive home? That was never God's doing. That was Crowley's. All those angels he had packed up in cages he's sent off to abusive families to be broken. Once they've been beaten enough he planned to take the angels back and become their loving father and have them help him in taking down God." Crowley clapped.
"Well done," he grumbled. "You've found me out. With just a little bit of work those cotton balls could become even worse than demons and knights of hell put together."
"I…" Dean's fists tightened at his sides and his eyes blazed. "I'm going to kill you!" Dean lunged at the demon, but Crowley only smiled at him, sidestepping out of the hunter's way. Dean crashed against one of the trees behind Crowley and stumbled, dazed from the hit.
"Why would you want to do that, Squirrel? I'm only trying to save the world after all."
"You what?" Dean sputtered, rubbing at his head. Crowley rolled his eyes and waved a hand at Lydia.
"Don't you see what they're doing?" Crowley hissed. "They're re-writing everything. They're changing fate! God is meddling with things even he shouldn't and I'm not going to stand by and wait for the consequences. God must be stopped!"
"And an army of angels will do that?" Sam questioned, words laced with venom. Crowley merely shrugged.
"I'm taking his new creations and turning them against him. It's the best weapon in the world."
"You hurt our angels," Dean growled, slowly inching towards Crowley again. "I don't care about your reasoning and I still wouldn't even if God's gone crazy. I'm going to make you pay, Crowley." Dean lunged for a second time at the king of hell. "You'll never hurt them again!"
Bright light enveloped Crowley and Dean stumbled to a halt. He looked at Lydia and she smiled at him before finishing up her spell. The light faded and a little boy sat curled up in the two big clothes of Crowley's suit. Lydia walked over and picked him up, pressing him against the other baby in her arms.
"There," she hummed. "Two down.
"So that's it then?" Balthazar growled. "Dad created baby angels and now he's doing the same to demons?" Lydia nodded.
"Yes. The angels have been doing so well God figured that maybe humanity could even save hell."
"Oh you have got to be kidding me!" Dean growled. "We can barely keep up with the angels and now you want to dump demons on us too? What next? We can't do this! It's too much."
"You will do it," Lydia reassured. "It is your destiny. Also…" Lydia pulled the piece of paper Abaddon had been dangling in front of Henry earlier from the demon's hand. She handed it over to Dean. "This will make your job easier." Lydia looked upwards then, staring up at the heavens. "I must go now," she sighed, looking back to the others. She looked towards Henry's shivering body. "I'm sorry for your loss, but this was always meant to happen. If things would have gone differently…if your paths would have went in a different direction he would have met you years earlier, but died the same way." She shook herself and looked back to the heavens. "Good luck, Winchesters."
"Fucking witches," Dean hissed when she vanished. The baby demons reappeared in Kevin's arms and the prophet scowled down at the sleeping demons. They were the last thing on everyone's mind at the moment though.
Sam ran to Henry's side, holding the dying man in his arms. Alex and Jody pulled a shaking Lucifer from Henry's limp hold and hugged him tight.
"We're too late," Sam whispered, voice shaking. "He's gone."
"No," Gabriel, Balthazar, and Castiel hissed, stepping forward. They each pressed a hand to Henry's chest, sending out pulses of grace.
"What are you doing?" Alex questioned.
"We're healing him," Balthazar growled, gritting his teeth as he unleashed more grace than he was used to.
"But your healing never lasts longer than a few seconds," Sam gasped, watching the three with wide eyes.
"A few seconds is enough time to say goodbye," Castiel croaked, already looking like he was on the verge of passing out from the insane amount of grace pulsing out of his body and into Henry.
Finally, all three angels collapsed in a tired heap and Henry's eyes fluttered open. He looked around, smiling up at the shocked and teary faces surrounding him.
"We did it," Henry whispered. "We stopped Abaddon."
"No, you did it," Dean corrected, kneeling down in front of his grandfather. "You saved Lucifer."
"I'm sorry…that I judged you two so…harshly for being hunters and…for…the things I said about family," he croaked. "I should have known better."
"About?" Sam asked.
"You're also Winchesters." Henry smiled and reached out, taking Dean's hand in his. "As long as we're alive, there's always hope. I didn't know my son as a man, but having met you two and the family you both have created together…I know I would have been proud of him," Henry murmured tiredly, taking Sam's hand too. He let out a few weary breaths then as the last of the angels' grace drained away. His body slumped against Sam's and Henry Winchester's life drained away.
Dean and Sam stood together in front of the spot they buried Henry. A cross with Henry's name etched on it marked his grave. It wasn't much, but it was at least something.
"I found this in Henry's wallet," Dean whispered, pulling a small black and white picture from his pocket. He handed it to Sam and the two looked at it. It was a picture of their dad as a kid standing beside Henry with a wide smile.
"Dad looks happy," Sam said, handing the picture back to Dean.
"Kinda makes you wish he knew the truth, huh?" Dean sighed. "I mean, all those years of thinking his old man ditched when the poor son of a bitch got sent here thanks to Lydia and saved our bacon from Abaddon. Freaking time travel, man." Sam shook his head and pulled the box he'd taken from Henry's pocket before burying him from the inside of his jacket. "What are the chances that this place is still standing?" Dean questioned, staring down at the box.
"A chance we've got to take I guess," Sam sighed.
"Dean? Sam?" Cas called. The Winchesters looked up, watching as Cas, Balthazar, and Gabriel walked over. Sam and Dean smiled at them and held their arms open as the knelt down. The angels barreled into them, hugging the two tight.
"We're sorry," the three whispered. Sam and Dean hushed them softly. Dean pulled back a little and waved the slip of paper with an address scribbled on it.
"Ready for a road trip, Angels?" The three frowned.
"Where to?" Balthazar asked. Dean grinned.
"Lebanon, Kansas."