Epilogue

Dear Sam and Dean,

Since I know that someday, somehow, you guys will get out of that cage, I figured it would be easier to write everything down for you guys rather than trying to tell you.

It's been two days since you both left and I'm still pissed at you.

I'm pissed you guys are down in that godforsaken cage.

I'm pissed we couldn't find another way.

I'm pissed you felt the need to sacrifice yourselves.

Things just feel off around here without you two. You had become just a big part of our lives that now that you're gone, it feels silly to go back to our lives we had before you guys came along.

We're all still at the Bunker. I don't think anyone wants to be the first to leave.

Allison and Tim are still here. When she first found out, Allison blamed herself profusely. She thought if she would've researched a little faster, it would've made a difference. I told her she was wrong. I think they both feel obligated to stay. Personally, I wish they'd just go. They aren't a part of this family.

I hear your mom crying at night, calling out for you. She even prays to Castiel to go and rescue you both. He says he's not strong enough to do that. He's looking into teaming up with Crowley which we all strongly advised against. It's amazing how human he seems. He acts like he's just as heartbroken about the situation as we are.

I just feel bad for Mary. She just got you boys back and here she is, without you again.

John spends his nights drinking. He refuses to drink anything besides alcohol. He feels like he failed you both. He thinks that if he would've tried harder, you'd both still be here.

I don't know who was more delusional.

You two for thinking we could function normally without you.

Or us for thinking there was another way to save you.

I've had nightmares every night. All ending the same way; with both of you dead.

-Jo

…

It's been two months now and I guess you can say things have gotten a little better.

Tim and Allison left about a month and a half ago. Tim claimed he wanted to go back to his normal job, in his normal town, with his normal daily tasks. None of which included reading books about angels and demons.

My mom went back to the roadhouse. The bar needed its owner and with Ash there running it by himself, it was a miracle that it was still standing when my mom got back.

John and Mary left yesterday to go to Lawrence. The couple wanted some part of their past lives back and what better way to do that than to move back to your hometown?

They still seem sad. But at least John stopped the heavy drinking.

Bobby and I are still here. It seemed cruel to make him stay here by himself. I couldn't go back to the Roadhouse and bus tables. It felt like I was disrespecting your memory to just go back to how things were. So, I stayed back, much to my mom's dismay, to help Bobby with whatever he needed. Most of the time it was research but if there was ever a local case, we'd go do it ourselves. I try to kill as many evil sons of bitches as I can.

Every night I try to find a way to save you both and every night I come up empty. We haven't seen Cas in a month. Last we heard him and Crowley had a plan and were working on it. I hope he doesn't get himself killed.

-Jo

…

Ten months later, and a lot has changed.

First, Mary and John got a dog. Named it Poughkeepsie in your honor.

Second, my mom is dead.

God, writing it makes it feel even more real.

She was out on a hunt with a hunter named Garth when they were ambushed by vampires. By what Garth told me, there was more than twenty. He did all he could, but he turned his back for one second and the next thing he knew, my mom was lying on the ground with her throat ripped open.

That was two months ago.

I'm still with Bobby. The thought of stepping into that bar made me physically sick. Ash is running it. From what I hear, he's doing a good job.

We finally heard from Castiel yesterday and he has a plan. He managed to convince half of the angels to help him free you two and with Crowley's help, he thinks they have enough man power to rescue you guys. I don't want to believe it or hope or whatever, but maybe…

I wish I could help.

-Jo

…

It has only been a day since I talked to Cas but I'm starting to get anxious. If he could really get you back, wouldn't you be back already?

But what if he did succeed? What would you guys think? Would you blame yourselves for my mom's death? Would you walk around here with memories of Hell plaguing your every waking moment?

Or would you be the same? Would you understand that my mom was a hunter, her timeline had been short since day one? Would you guys stick around?

There's too many possibilities. Too many 'what if's'. There's really only one way to know.

Someone's knocking at the door. Is that Castiel telling us that he failed? Or is it a hunter seeking refuge for a night? I don't know why I'm writing this down.

-Jo

…

It's been five minutes, and you guys are back.

-Jo

…

THE END

Hey guys. That's it. That's the end. I can't believe it personally. I'm not entirely sure why I felt the need to write the chapter like this but I kinda like how it turned out? Hopefully you guys did too. Stay tuned, I've got a new story coming your way sometime in the near future and I have a few one-shots I plan on putting out in the meantime.

Thanks again, please leave me your final thoughts. Even if they're complaints or praises.

-Lindsay