First of all, I am so sorry for the long time between the previous chapter and this. A lot has been going on. Asylum 4 convention, school project and my beta reader had computer problems. Luckily by then I had gotten a second beta reader to help me out, so here the new chapter is!

Thanks so much to supernaturalmydreams for beta reading!

So this was originally supposed to be a comedic chapter, but I guess that changed somewhere along the way. Kinda wish it was the final chapter - not because I don't want to write anymore, but I dunno... thought it would kinda be a nice ending to this series. hehe

O - Obstruction

Set: Many, many years after the series storylines. Hints to "The Dark Side of the Moon"

"SAM!" Dean croaked.
"Huuuh?" came a sleepy reply back.
"SAM!" Dean repeated.
"Sam?" Sam frowned and looked up. He squinted at his older brother on the other side of the small table,
"Oh. Me?" he frowned and started poking his fork into his food again.
"What?" Dean leaned toward his brother and squinted too. Sam grunted as he stood up and rounded the table and started poking Dean in the ear.
"Is it on?" he asked after poking.
"What is on?" Dean coughed once and stood up to face Sam.
"The hearing aid you jerk," Sam went back to his seat to pick up his cane and the last bit of broccoli and stuffed it into his mouth. Dean sighed at his old little brother. Sam was still a tall man, but the years had brought him into a hunch so Dean didn't really need to look up to his little brother anymore. At an age of 96, Dean Winchester was no longer the ladies man despite refusing to accept it. The light in 92 year old Sam Winchester's eyes had slowly been ebbing over the last few years and he had suffered from a stroke not long ago. It was unfair really. He had always been the healthier of the two brothers, but he was the one the nurses were guessing would go first.
"I can't believe you still eat crap. You can hardly chew it," Sam said around the broccoli. Suddenly his eyes turned big as he started chocking. Dean lifted his head very slowly, noticing his brother in trouble, but his old body refusing to act faster.
"Sam?" he humped over to behind Sam and tried to wrap his skinny arms around his skinny brother's waist. He groaned in annoyance when he realized he wasn't strong enough. He looked around for the nurses, but the only one there was sleeping at work. Dean cursed and thumped Sam hard on his fragile back as hard as he could. It did seem to do the trick though because the green vegetable went flying out Sam's mouth and right into another old man's coffee cup.
"Still got it," Dean carefully cocked his neck as Sam ungratefully silently started to hump towards his room,
"Who would have thought a broccoli could be the death of you and not a ghost or deranged hunters."
Sam just huffed and Dean automatically followed. On his way back to his room beside Sam's, he hit on one of the nurses,
"Where were you when this..." he paused and circled a hand around his face,
"... was as smooth as baby's butt?" he smiled and winked at the nurse.
"Ah that's adorable, Mr. Winchester," she smiled and patted him on the shoulder before continuing down the corridor on her errand. Dean sighed and continued on his slow walk down to his room. As he passed Sam's room he could hear his little brother's slow giggle at him.
"Oh shut up," he muttered without looking into the room.
Once settled in his own room for the night, Dean looked up at the boring white ceiling and couldn't help getting nostalgic. All their lives people had said the two brothers had been unnaturally co-dependent on each other and Dean knew there was no point in denying that now. Their lives were reaching an end, surprisingly of old age, and the two of them were still together. Sure, they had both married at some point. Dean had been married twice, with the first marriage going to hell and the second lasting for just a handful of years before his wife was taken away by something they had hunted their whole life. Sam had been a little luckier. He had been married once and he and his wife had been married for almost 30 years when she died of old age five years ago. Neither of the Winchester brothers had kids though. It was a silent agreement to not bring kids into a world where being a Winchester was a curse. Dean's first wife would not go along with that. His second wife never got the chance to consider the idea and Sam's wife was a hunter as well and agreed. So the Winchester bloodline would die with Sam and Dean. It was sad really, but for the best. However, Dean couldn't stop imagining having a little Sammy running around. He knew his thoughts were cliched - that to imagine getting a son resembling his little brother as a kid and maybe having the same name, but that was what Dean imagined if he had a kid. Dean hadn't only been Sam's brother when they grew up. He'd almost been like a father to Sam and he knew that his dreams of a full family were affected by that.
He slowly drifted off into sleep, wondering what the next boring day would bring.

Dean blinked once. Then twice. Then cursed when his back hurt. He very slowly sat up in bed, running a hand over his bald head. He patted the night stand for his glasses and struggled to put them on.
"Ugh. Still alive," he grumbled and got up and dressed in boring grey clothes. By all means, the retirement home was nice enough, but oh so boring! He would actually rather go out quickly then quietly dying over the years.
He heard some noise in the corridors outside his room and huffed his way over to the door.
"Who makes so much noise at this unearthly time in the morning?" he complained. Of course the unearthly time was 10:00 am, but that was only late when they were younger. As old men that was way too early.
"What's going on here!" he grumbled annoyed, but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a stretcher being rolled down the corridors by two men. There was no mistake what was going on. There was a white blanket covering up a body on the stretcher.
"Huh... who is that?" he asked one of his neighbours.
"Huh?" the man squinted at him.
"Huh?" Dean squinted back.
"Did you say anything?" the man repeated and then lifted a finger to his ear. Dean realized what was going on and clicked on his own hearing aid too.
"What is going on?" Dean repeated loudly.
"I can hear you now. No need to shout," the man complained,
"Someone died this morning. That grey haired fella in the room beside you."
"Where in an Retirement Home. There's only grey haired or bald fellas here," Dean argued before realizing the other thing the man had said. At that moment a sad looking nurse came walking up to him.
"Mr. Winchester," the young blond woman looked honestly heartbroken. It was his and Sam's nurse.
"No..." Dean whispered and staggered over to Sam's room.
"Mr. Winchester. I don't think..." she didn't finish because Dean was already outside Sam's door. Dean slowly felt the rest of his pity world collapse around him when he saw the empty room. No Sam.
"I am so sorry. Sam had another stroke this morning. There was nothing we could do," the young woman rested a hand on her old patient's shoulder, feeling tears in her eyes. She hadn't been taken care of the Winchesters for more than two months, but she had grown quite fond of the two brothers and their wild stories.
"He can't be..." Dean felt tears run down his cheeks and stumbled into Sam's room and slowly sat down on his little brother's bed.
"He didn't feel anything. It went fast..." her mouth hang agape, not sure what more to say. She was still new in this job and comforting someone after their loss of a loved one was never easy.
They sat in silence for so long, nothing stopping the tears running down Dean's face or the hopelessness that was growing in him. He had lost Sam to death a few times when they were younger, but it was never any easier. He had actually thought it wouldn't break him as much now that they were old men as it did when they were young men, but it wasn't like that at all. This time it really felt final. It was final. Sam's time was up and there was nothing he could do.

The day went by agonizingly slowly. The Retirement home held a service in memory of Sam and many had come. Some stupid old woman was playing horribly sad music on piano. The sad music were playing in the background like some stupid soundtrack of their lives didn't help Dean coping. Dean was the first to leave as quickly as he could. He was no longer crying though his eyes wouldn't dry. He humped down the corridor to Sam's room as fast as he could, which wasn't fast, but he got there quicker than usual. Naturally, his nurse wasn't slow to follow. They spent the evening together in Sam's room. They didn't say much, but she wouldn't leave him alone. Somewhere along the way she had found a small book under Sam's pillow and handed it to Dean. The little book contained scrambled words Sam had written over the past two years. The pity thing was that it was like a diary and way too short to expand over two years. It was so boring Dean didn't bother reading more then one page before jumping to the last thing Sam had written. It was sad. Just by the little he read he could imagine how boring Sam felt. He had seen the light dying in Sam's eyes since the first stroke and there hadn't really been much left in his life beside Dean.
"Ash once told me and Dean that only soul mates share heaven. Dean and I didn't. That's what scares me the most about death. Maybe I wont see him again?"
Dean swallowed hard after reading Sam's last words.
"Who is this Ash?" the nurse asked curiously.
"Some old friend from when we were young. He told us things few know about the afterlife," Dean's voice became distant as he thought back at the old days.
He had found it harder to remember how people looked like when they were younger now. He couldn't really remember what Ash looked like besides the hockey hairdo of course. It had been almost 60 years since Jo and Ellen died, but he still remembered them, at least Jo. Ellen's face was washed out of his memory.
He could remember his father's face though, and Bobby's. Since Sam's wife died, he was gradually forgetting how his little brother used to look. It felt awful. He had spent his whole life with his little brother, but all thanks to age and dying spirit, the old Sam had taken over every memory of young Sam.
"He was a genius, Ash. Didn't look like one though," he laughed sadly and the nurse smiled.
"Well Mr. Winchester. I don't doubt this Ash was a genius, but how can anyone be an expert about death without being there himself?" she wondered, trying to reassure her patient that there was still hope for him to meet his little brother again.
"Trust me, you wouldn't believe it. Oh look," Dean's face lit up a fraction when he found two photos in the back of the book. He held up the first photo to show the nurse.
"That's me and Sam at our Uncle Bobby's when we were just kids," he explained. She took the photo and smiled. She could easily guess who Dean was of the two since he was taller. Sam was sitting on the kitchen counter while Dean leaned against it beside him.
"That must have been in 1993 or something. Our dad was out working and we had to stay with our Uncle," Dean took the photo back with a sad smile.
"Imagine that," the nurse smiled happily.
"Yeah, we looked like that once too," Dean huffed another laugh. He looked at the second photo and his wrinkled face wrinkled even more when his smile widened.
"Look, this is Sam and me by our car sometime in 2011," Dean felt his heart starting to break again seeing Sam and himself together right after the Apocalypse. Exhausted and just sick of everything, but still together. They looked honest to God happy there. Right at that moment Dean couldn't understand how as soon as he looked away from the photo he would forget Sam's young face again.
"Wow that's Sam?" the nurse smiled and ran a finger down Sam's face on the photo,
"So young and handsome," she snickered before looking up at Dean,
"You too of course."
"Heh. It's rather depressing thinking of how long ago this was," Dean's focus went from between Sam and the Impala behind them. Gosh how he missed his car. He had had it for almost another twenty years after the Apocalypse was won, but in the end his baby just couldn't go anymore. It had kept going for over five decades.
"Get some rest, Mr. Winchester. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day," the nurse offered with a sad smile and left the room, closing the door after her.
"I doubt so," Dean mumbled to himself, still looking at the photo of himself and Sam. He sighed and lied down on the bed, photo resting under his hand against his chest and closed his eyes.
"Dear God, of all people, I know you're real and although I'm still not one to pray, I am now. Please. Please let this be my time of dying too. Please let me find Sam," Dean whispered.

Dean woke with a start and rolled out of bed. He froze at once and looked around the room without moving his head. Something wasn't right. He slowly got up and on his way to his feet he realized what the difference was. He held out his arms in front of him and gasped. The skin on his arms was stretched back and soft like they used to be in his younger days. Not old and wrinkly with unexplainable spots all over.
"Oh man am I dead?" his face actually lit up a bit. Morbid as it was, right now death was what he had wished for. He ran over to a mirror and gasped in delight again.
"Oh man! I'm... I'm awesome!" he grasped his face with his hands and grinned like an idiot. His hair was short and spiky like he had liked to have it most of his life. He ran toward a door and ripped it open.
"Where am I?" he frowned when he noticed he was in a motel room, but there was no way he could separate it from the endless motels they had stayed at throughout their lives.
"S... Sam?" he whispered, not sure why, but it felt most appropriate. He spun around when he heard a gasp for air behind him. His heart almost exploded in his chest when he saw Sam, looking like he did in his early twenties.
"Sam!" he stepped forward to greet him when he realized that this had to be a memory because things were coming back to him.
"You're choking!" Dean gaped stupidly when he remembered what memory he was in. Just a week after Jessica's death. Dean had come back from the store to find Sam choking on something. He looked around, not sure whether to expect himself to come through the door or if he was supposed to do something. When Sam started to fall to the floor Dean reacted and caught Sam around the chest from behind and pulled. Sam kept wheezing for air when it didn't work, but Dean kept going.
"Come on!" he shouted and finally a big piece of some yucky stuff shot out of Sam's mouth. Sam sagged against his brother's chest and sighed.
"Thank you. Thank you," Sam sighed relieved and let his head rest back against his brother's shoulder and closed his eyes. Dean felt emotions overwhelm him when he recognized Sam's words.
"This is all so fucked up..." Sam sobbed now, tears running down his face as one of his arms blindly reached back for Dean's neck. Dean hugged Sam closer and hid his face in his little brother's neck. He remembered how broken Sam had been the first months after Jessica's death, but the first week had been downright horrible. Dean realized though that this was most likely his memory. He had Sam with him, thanking him and needing him and freshly saved by his big brother. At the same time, Dean didn't know whether to be happy or cry. If this was a memory of Sam - where was Sam? How was he going to find his brother's heaven?
"This is a good memory to you?" Sam spoke up and Dean frowned again. He opened his eyes and realized Sam had changed in front of him. He was no longer holding his skinny, needy little brother, but an older looking one. Just under 30, but still.
"Sam?" Dean ignored the question and let Sam sit up, but held his hand to Sam's shoulder,
"What's going on?"
Now tears suddenly welled up in Sam's eyes again, but instead of a miserable look on his face, a smile had replaced it.
"We're in the same Heaven! You're not a memory!" Sam whispered as he looked his big brother over. Dean just gaped like a fish on land, not really sure what the hell was going on. He closed his eyes and shook his head, but when he opened them again they were no longer in that motel room. He took in their new surroundings. They were on a dark road and Dean immediately recognized it. Castiel had once said that everyone in Heaven has a different road to follow. Dean's had been a road with the Impala. He turned to look at Sam again who was smiling like a dork.
"You have any idea what this means?" Sam stepped closer to Dean,
"We share Heaven!" he pointed down the road where they could just spot the Impala by the side of the road. Dean felt his heart flutter at the sight of his old car, but turned to look at Sam again, smiling like an idiot too.
"You're kidding..." he snorted, but wasted nothing more and hugged his brother,
"Thank God. Who the hell gave you the right to die first!" he sobbed, but smiled through the tears, hugging Sam closer to him, having to pull his tall brother down a bit. There was no telling how long he hugged his brother, but he didn't really care. He was so happy he found his little brother, so happy to actually be dead and even happy that Sam had to lean down for the hug.
"I'm sorry. I don't really control that," Sam snickered as they broke apart. He took hold of Dean's upper arm and pulled him towards to Impala.
"Oh man this really is heaven!" Dean grinned and patted the car over the roof,
"I got my car, my little brother and I look awesome again!" Dean flashed his one million dollar smile at his little brother before patting Sam on the back.
"Why is that anyway? You know?" Dean watched as Sam sat down on the front of the Impala and frowned,
"Why am I all hot again and you're all Sasquatch?"
Sam snorted at the old nickname,
"It's been so long since you've called me that."
"Well you went from Sasquatch to Hunchback so I was just trying to give you fitting nicknames."
Sam went quiet for a little while as he thought. "I don't know really. I assume maybe when we die we return to the age of which was the highlights of our lives. It makes sense kinda," Sam suggested.
"How does that make any sense?" Dean wondered and sat down beside Sam.
"Well think of it. Remember all those years ago right before the end of the Apocalypse? We met Ash and mom and... uh... Pamela! Well, mum looked so beautiful and happy. It wouldn't surprise me if the highlight of her life was when you were just a kid. Ash, well he seemed pretty happy with his life to begin with and Pamela..." Sam didn't really know how to explain Pamela, but Dean was nodding.
"College boy really is smart!" Dean laughed,
"So, I'm like 25 now?" he suggested hopefully.
"Hah, Dean! Hate to break it to you, but you're more like 31. I think I'm 27. Don't you see? What would be the highlight of our lives? I would guess throwing Lucifer back in his cage is way up there," Sam smiled.
"Not arguing with you there."
"So, what do we do now?" Sam wondered and looked up into the sky. The stars were rotating around a purple moon. It was a stunning sight and Sam felt hope in him. Maybe the afterlife wouldn't be too bad? Maybe they could find their old friends?
"I would go for be dead and merry," Dean suggested with a cocky smile. He stood up and went to the drivers seat and sat in, waiting for Sam to join him in the passenger seat.

So, what ya think? Do you accept my apologize-gift for the late chapter? hehe