Author's note: A little bonus chapter before the epilogue.
Chapter 19: I'm going to go back there someday
Here lies Dean Winchester
24-01-1979
03-04-2052
Whatever our souls are made of
His and mine are the same
'It still seems strange to me that your brother liked literature,' Sarah remarked. 'It's especially difficult to picture him reading Emily Brontë.'
'Well, he didn't come up with that one on his own. Neither did Castiel for that matter,' Sam answered. They both looked at the headstone next to Dean's.
Here lies Castiel Nicholson
18-09-1978
30-03-2059
If you press me to say why I loved him
I can say no more than because he was he and I was I
'I looked it up. It's from Michel de Montaigne. Obviously, neither of them understood the concept of epitaphs,' Sam joked. Instead, they had chosen to interpret them as love letters from the grave. Sam looked back at his family.
'I think it's cute,' Rory said, patting his father's arm.
'You're such a pussy,' Amy whispered. Rose punched her in the shoulder.
'Bitch,' Amy hissed.
'Jerk,' Rose fired back. Suddenly, Sam had to hold back tears.
'Guys, please,' Sarah interjected, indicating their surroundings. Properly chastised, they shut up. Rory was already halfway out the gate and Sarah shepherded Amy and Rose into the parking lot too. She glanced back at Sam, but he nodded at her to go. Hannah hung back. They stared at the headstones. Hannah linked arms with him and squeezed.
'How's it up there? You've been there, right?' she asked.
'Yes,' he admitted. He didn't know how much Castiel had told her, but Hannah was old enough to know that things were rarely as wonderful as they seemed.
'When I was there, it was... not fun. But I'm sure they'll find a way to make it work.'