A/N: I have decided to do a small epilogue since this hit me a few days ago. It is set in a different tense than the rest of the chapters I know, but that's how I wanted to do it. I hope you enjoy it.

Epilogue

Many years later...

A man walks along an old beaten path he knows well. He knows it for it held all his wildest dreams at one time. The trees appear to be beckoning him, guiding him towards where he is going. A place he knows so well. It's a place that a man very dear to him told him about when he was merely a child. He'd never known he'd be going back here to make final amends before he left Newsburg. He's lived all there all his life, but now is the time he needs to move on from the place he's called home for so long and find somewhere else to begin. He's met a nice girl after all and she loves him and he loves her and that's enough for him to pack up and find a new life with her.

Before he can find this new life though he's made it clear to her that there are things he has to make amends with. His father's death was one of them. He can feel his presence in the forest when the breeze shakes the trees. He can still hear his voice in the babbling brooks nearby that he can't quite reach unless he goes there again. Hell, he can even see him when he closes his eyes and takes all of that in. All that once was is long gone and he's thankful to two men in an Impala who passed through many years ago for ending the heartbreak of his townspeople. If he closes his eyes he can almost see them too, but he reminds himself that they are much older by now and possibly dead. He pictures them anyway though because it's ok to hold onto bits of the past at least until he leaves for real. It's almost comforting.

The path is old and worn and he feels it under his feet, electricity, or perhaps he's imagining that. Either way he wishes that he felt like this everywhere he went, but he knows this path is special. It always will be to him and his father and those who went there before and probably will go after him. At least there's no danger anymore so anyone is welcome. The man stands for a moment at the edge of the forest and takes a deep breath. His legs are shaking slightly and he feels a little dizzy. He hasn't been here since his rescue and he never would've returned had it not felt right. In his left pocket is his father's police badge. He hasn't removed it from its place on the mantel until now and he looks down at it, running his thumb over the cool metal. He sighs and looks up as the air in front of him ripples and bends.

Suddenly another old face from the past is there. Org greets him kindly and doesn't ask where he's been. Org's been guarding this place long enough to know when children have to grow up and leave his lands. He's a bit surprised at the man's visit, but he motions for him to enter just the same. The man nods and gives him a smile back before stepping into the dark forest path. The mushrooms glow blue as ever and he passes them quickly, afraid if he sticks around too long he'll cry. They're just too beautiful and he can't believe he'll never see them again, at least not for a very long time to come. When he comes to the end of the path the warm sun hugs his body like an old friend and he can't help but smile. There in the field is the last unicorn.

He remembers the first time he ever saw the creature and affectionately pets her muzzle when he comes over to her. She whinnies and then shakes her head so her mane is messy and her horn is visible. The man can see his own reflection in her dark serene eyes and for a moment he sees his young self and he feels that familiar pang of melancholy that only comes from remembering the past. The last unicorn takes off into the forest, leaping over a fallen tree and disappearing without a trace just like the man's visions of his past self. The trees seem to smile at him too though these ones in particular don't have faces and the leaves blow up behind him as if they could lift him up like a weightless feather. He closes his eyes again and stretches out his arms, lifting his head up to the sky. For a moment he feels weightless and for a moment he's at home again and hearing his father's gentle voice telling him stories of the fearless fairy warriors and the ogre that guards the way. He can see it now, running through the forests, feeling the fallen leaves and moss beneath his bare feet and carrying a wooden sword, hearing the laughter of fairy children that he once played with echo through the woods, seemingly endless and forever happy. He wishes for just a moment he could back to those simpler times when life wasn't about paying the bills and growing up, but he knows he can't because he can't stay a child forever no matter how hard he tries. He suddenly feels alone again.

He's not alone though. Suddenly out of the forest come more familiar faces, three to be exact. Fairies, he was always told, were graceful creatures, but today they look like angels upon high as they all approach him with smiles plastered across their faces. They are all a bit older now, wiser too and they all are happy to see him. The woman has definitely grown her maturity is shown in her face. She no longer wears her childhood princess clothes. Instead she has on a more beautiful deep green every day gown. On top of her head she wears the crown of the Queen. The man to the right is still as chiseled as the day he was first trained by his superior, but his features scream that he is halfway to retirement. Fairies age slower than humans after all.

The third is the King of the Fairies, the rightful King who wears his crown with pride now that Oberon has long since passed away. His eyes speak less of mischief, but more of leadership and adulthood. It suits him well. The King wears a red shirt and brown pants and in his belt is a dagger that is similar to the one used to use in battle, but it's obvious it's been fabricated to look like the original he'd given away to the older man in the Impala. The man looks at the King and takes his hand, smiling at his old friend before handing him his father's badge and answering the necessary questions that are asked about what happened to their oldest visitor after Shakespeare. The three fairies bow their heads in respect but then their smiles return when they see the man in his new light, his older light, his adult light. He doesn't tell them he's leaving yet, but he doesn't have to. They can sense it. They can read minds after all and the man knows this so he knows there's nothing to be said aloud. He simply watches them turn and motion for him to follow them back to their home.

"Christopher Rolland," Puck, King of the Fairies, says to his old friend. "Welcome home."

Sindri, his right hand man, and his sister Lily nod in response to what their King has said and Christopher smiles contently as he follows them to the fairy kingdom for the last time. Maybe one day he'll tell his children about Somewhere and how he came to stumble upon it, but for now he decides that it's his father's, the Winchester's, and his secret to keep. Somewhere only they know of and know to go to when times are tough. Something they can rely on even when they've passed on.

And that's good enough for Christopher in that moment.

The REAL End!