Dean slid in behind the wheel of the Impala.
Her black paintwork gleamed like new in the sunlight…. or whatever passed for sunlight in the Heavenly dimension.
His lips curled up in a smile as the implications of being in this new, improved Heaven made themselves felt. He could do anything he wanted, have everything he desired; all he had to do was wish.
As he'd told Bobby, it was almost perfect, but until Sam joined him, Dean was going to delay judgment. Whatever this place could offer, it would be nothing without his geeky little brother by his side.
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Although everything felt solid and real, Dean knew he was actually a ball of light… a soul. He wondered if it was as bright and splendent as Sam's had been when Death took it from the Cage.
Dean was sure his own must be spotted with points of black. He was lucky there had been enough of the white sparkly stuff to get him to Heaven.
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Whatever...! All that mattered was that he wasn't in Hell, and when Sam had lived out his life on Earth, he'd join him here.
The possibility of Sam ending up in Hell never passed through Dean's mind.
If a hustler, sinner, and killer like himself had made it to the Good Place, there was no doubt Sam would too.
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As the Impala's engine roared into life, Dean felt a wave of unadulterated bliss wash over him. He and Sam, together for eternity.
"Sammy, we got lucky after all," Dean murmured while putting the car into drive.
"Carry On My Wayward Son" blared out from the speakers as Dean drove to his appointment with his brother, whenever that might be.
The End