Warnings: Language
AN: Thank you for everyone who read this! If you have any ideas for other movies you'd like to see have a Supernatural twist, or any historical figures you would like the boys to meet or something like that, just let me know!
Twelve Years Later
"This year is the tenth anniversary since the defeat of North Korean forces and the reclaiming of the United States. Several events are going on not only today, but all week. There is a memorial service on the front lawn of the White House today, followed by a nationwide moment of silence. Several rebuilt cities are hosting festivities including firework shows. July 4th is a big event, but this gives newer generations a taste of what is worth fighting for…"
"I'm tired of hearing this every year." Benny grumbled, cleaning glasses behind the bar. Retirement looked good on him. He had taken a job at Sal's not long after Operation Reclaim. The colonel was finally ready to relax and more than willing to break up a bar fight here or there.
"Oh come on, it's not that bad." Jo said, setting her tray on the bar and dropping off a couple beer steins. "It's patriotic." Benny shook his head and took the glasses from her. The bell above the door rang then and Benny smiled as Lisa came in.
"Hey honey." Benny said, walking from around the bar to place a kiss on her lips. "Long night?"
"Tell me about it." She groaned. "I was going to go pick Ben up from daycare, but he's asleep so I just thought I'd let him be for a little bit." Benny smirked and went back around to pour Lisa a beer.
"Jimmy invited us all to mass tonight." Jo said. "Mom said I should go. Said church would do me some good."
"I've made my peace with god. We're good now." Benny said with a shrug. Lisa was about to say something when a noise outside caught her attention. She turned to look out the glass door and gasped at what she saw.
A black, 1967 Chevy Impala drove by the bar.
"Is that…" Jo started, looking from Benny to Lisa. Lisa set her beer down and went to the door.
"He's back." She said. Benny looked around the bar and found it empty. Everyone who had been here had to go back to work or the festivities in town. He turned the Open sign off and turned off the lights.
"Let's go see him then." He said.
The car made the trek up the road towards the forest, which was now a state park. People came with their kids to have picnics and camp, many knowing about what happened on this mountain, but someday it would just be a page in the history books and the people who came out here wouldn't know from a first-hand source what had happened here. On the edge of the forest, in a clearing, set several boulders. A plaque was anchored to one of the boulders, explaining the significance of the boulders. The Impala parked right there, right by that memorial.
The driver's door opened up and Dean Winchester climbed out. His skin had been kissed by the sun on his travels, making him a couple shades tanner than he had been when he left Colorado years ago. Dark sunglasses covered his eyes, hiding the green orbs from anyone. A baseball cap that said San Jac's Saloon was on his head. He had worked there for a couple months while living in Austin. He had worked a lot of places for not very many months, just trying to keep himself busy. He took note of some people standing around the boulder, staring at the names and other things carved into it.
"This stands a memorial for the brave men and women who died during the North Korean occupation of the United States," A man read to his kids. "These people died so that we could live, and we must remember them. This stands so that people can also remember the Hunters, a group of kids and young adults who fought to keep Calumet safe for another day…"
Dean nodded along as he read the names on the stone. John Winchester, Mark Pellegrino, Jessica Moore, Caleb Padalecki, Rick Padalecki, Rufus Turner, as well as a few other names that hadn't been there when Dean left. But one name was missing, and that bugged him more than anything. Pulling out a pocket knife he had gotten while working in Georgia, Dean climbed up on the rock.
"Hey! I don't think you're supposed to be up there." The woman that was there with the man and kids said. Dean ignored her, climbing to the top and starting to carve Sam's name into the stone like Sam had done with all the others.
"Hey!" The man said. Dean glared down at him, gripping his knife. The man raised his hands. "Uh…never mind." He quickly led the woman and the kids away from Dean.
"Stupid asshole." Dean grumbled to himself. He slid down to the ground after he finished his work. Sam Winchester. His name deserved to be up there with all the others. He deserved so much more than what he got. But Dean couldn't fix that. This was the best he could go.
"I saw your book." A voice said behind Dean. He spun around and saw Crowley standing there. He was wearing a police uniform, something that surprised Dean. He always expected an orange jumpsuit. "It's really good. Sam's journal. That was a good idea."
"Hey Crowley." Dean said, folding up his pocket knife. "How'd you know I'd be here?"
"A vintage '67 Chevy Impala comes into town and people talk." He said with a shrug. "They all want to see you."
"I can't. Not with the way I left." Dean said. "I'm just passing through. Have an appointment with a woman named Jenny. She lives in the old house and has things that were left." He looked Crowley up and down. "And since when did you get on the right side of the law?"
"Since you ran off and inspired people." Crowley explained. "You and Sam saved a lot of people. I figure that I might as well follow your example." Dean sighed. "Jimmy is hosting a mass tonight. More of a get together for the surviving Hunters. Please come."
"Crowley…"
"There will be food." Crowley said with a shrug. Dean sighed.
"We'll see." He turned and headed for his car, leaving Crowley standing there by his own.
"Mommy, is this going to be boring?" Ben asked as Lisa carried him into the church. While it would be a mass, it was really more of a reunion for the hunters that remained in Calumet, or the ones that had survived the occupation.
"No honey. It'll be fun." Lisa said, ruffling his hair. "And Aunt Meg and Uncle Cas will be here. I know how much you love them." Benny watched his wife and son with a pleased smile on his face.
Soon, Benny, Lisa, Jo, Cas, Crowley, Meg, Ruby, and Bobby gathered in the first few pews of Jimmy's church. Ben set between Benny and Lisa, staring at the beautiful stained glass windows and amazing artwork. Jimmy looked around at everyone, sighing a little.
"I'm glad to see everyone here." He said. He was about to start his small sermon before the food was served when the doors to the church opened. Everyone turned around to look.
"Mom, who's that?" Ben asked. Lisa stood up and raced down the aisle to him, wrapping her arms around him.
"Dean." Lisa gasped, hugging him tightly. She pulled back after a second. "Where the fuck have you been?! Sorry Jimmy."
"Acceptable in this case." Jimmy said, waving her off. Dean took the hat off his head.
"Everywhere." He said. "I stayed in Free America until the occupation was over. Then I travelled the country. Anywhere I could to keep my mind off of things. Published Sam's journal, minus a page or two." He looked around at everyone staring at him, including a little boy he had never seen before. "This can all wait though."
"I think the lord would rather hear this story than me telling his word right now." Jimmy said. Dean shook his head. He didn't want to get into this right now. He didn't even really want to be here, but talking to some of the old neighbors who had gotten their homes back and seeing Crowley up at the mountain made Dean think. And he decided it was best after all these years to tell them he wasn't dead. He sighed and set in a pew. Everyone turned so they could see him.
"Well, after I left, I headed towards deep Free America. I hung out there for a while, doing some training for Special Forces who would go to drive the enemy out. Once that happened, I bounced from state to state. Texas for a few months, New York, hell I even ended up in Canada for a while. But after all that running, I got tired. I figured it was time I came home." Dean explained.
"We're glad you're back." Jimmy said. "If you need a place to stay, I'm sure that many of us would open our homes to you." Dean nodded and settled into the pew. Plans could be made later. Right now, Dean just wanted to listen and forget for a while.
Months Later
A mountains still were a beautiful backdrop to Calumet. The roads had been repaved during reconstruction, taking away potholes and unnecessary bumps. The McDonald's with the burnt out M had been upgraded and was now partnered with a gas station. "Eat here and get gas" was a popular joke among the locals. The inside was new though, and it still was a popular place for breakfast.
The movie theater had been updated with a digital projector. But it mainly showed vintage films on the weekends and kids movies during the week when schools were on a break. There was a multi-cinema not too far away that housed newer films. Currently, there was an Elvis movie on the marquee. Viva Las Vegas and Jailhouse Rock would be on screen this weekend.
The parking lot of the high school was finally paved. There were a lot of divots in the gravel from tanks and other machines tearing it up. The Wolverine had been repainted, standing out against the old building now. There was a memorial in the main hall of the high school, to remember the former students of Calumet who had fought hard and proud to keep the town safe.
Dean Winchester took it all in as he drove from the small house he had bought on his old street. Two down from the one he used to live in with his brother and dad. He had gotten a job at the old garage his dad worked at. The owner had welcomed Dean with open arms, after making Dean promise that he wasn't going to jump ship after a couple months. So Dean made the trek from home to work, a Blue Oyster Cult song soundtrack for his drive.
The End