Waiting

She was put here not so long ago that she would forget how her life was. The Father, his wife and sons, the angel, the young boy, even the son of the youngest son.

All family and friends

Now though, she sits here. She watches as people, and traffic go by.

There are days when the weather is exceptionally clear and bright, making it a delight to experience life on Earth while anticipating upcoming adventures or hunts.

There were days when all she could do was sit there and watch as the rain washed away the old and brought forth the new.

But she had been waiting here for a long time now. Alone with the occasional visitor.

There was Garth.

He and his family stayed in the rebuilt house that had once burned to the ground. It was nice to have someone around to talk to. Their Children (being adults in their own right) would visit to let their parents know the pack was doing well and they missed them. Yes, Garth and Bess stayed here with her. They took care of her. Garth often would come up with ways to keep her up and her hopes high that one day the last one would come for her. The last one of the family she was there for.

There was Rowena.

She had shown up when the younger brother put her there. He had summoned her and asked to put a protection ward on her. So, without a question as to why Rowena did as the younger brother requested. She also put an anti-aging spell on her so there would be no issues when the last one would come for her. Rowena occasionally visited, sharing tales of the witch's adventures with the brothers when her duties permitted, or nostalgia struck. Some good, some bad. Some with happy endings, some without. Rowena would always pat her before leaving and say, "Don't worry yourself dearie he will come for you soon." And with tears shined eyes she would be gone.

There was the Angel

Castiel would come and visit too. He would bring news of how her long since gone family was, and she would listen especially when the Angel spoke of him. The one she loved the most. That was the one thing they had in common with each other, they both loved Him. Castiel's son Jack would occasionally accompany him to express his affection towards her. Castiel would often just sit with her not saying a word but just watching the entrance hoping today was the day but there was nothing. And eventually even he would have to leave to fulfill his duties in heaven.

So, she guessed they were all really waiting for the last one to show up.

The Last Winchester.

It was a beautiful sunny day when it happened.

Garth and Bess were standing on the driveway next to her when Garth suddenly inhaled sharply and started to pray to the Angel. And then he invoked a conjuring spell for Rowena. They arrived almost at the same time.

As she listened to Garth's explanation, she saw a man walk under the faded 'Singer Salvage' sign. He had the darker hair of his grandfather John, the height of his father Samuel, and the brawn of his uncle. His hair wasn't long but not short either, kind of between his father and uncle (she remembered many times that the older brother threatened the younger brother with a haircut). She just sat there staring and hoping.

As the group turned to welcome or at least find out what brought him here they all became silent as if this stranger could make or break them. They had all waited so long. Castiel knew him but waited for his introduction. As did the others.

And then he spoke.

"I'm Dean Winchester Junior and," he turned to look at Her "I want to thank you for looking after my Baby."

And she rejoiced. She had often heard her name from others but needed a Winchester to say it. While the others were actively showing their happiness of having a Winchester back with them the Angel Castiel just walked up to him and extended his hands one with a set of keys and the other in greeting…

"HELLO DEAN."