I wrote this story as a challenge for myself but I posted it for feedback on my writing. Reviews are always appreciated. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or its characters.
EPILOGUE: FOUR YEARS LATER
Dean runs out of the house, laughing, and the screen door bangs shut behind him. He runs toward Sam, who is standing by the old oak tree in the backyard, and Sam picks him up and swings him around.
Again, Daddy," cries two year old Dean, and Sam complies. He would do anything for his son, for Dean.
Anna leans against the stair railing by the back door and watches her husband and son play. She enjoys these moments, enjoys seeing Sam happy. It took a long time after his brother died before he learned to smile again. He hadn't told her much about his brother, just that his name was Dean, and he loved him very much. There were a lot of things she still didn't know, things Sam wouldn't tell her – why Sam had so many scars, how his family had died, why he was so set on buying his childhood home, his strange addiction to apple pie, why he wouldn't ever let anyone call him Sammy.
Maybe she would learn these things in time, these details about the man she loved, who loved her. He was still so broken, but slowly he was healing. It would take time, and maybe he would never fully get over losing his older brother, but she would be there for him always. She and Dean. That was the way it was supposed to be.