A way to fix the finale
Dean: Hop in Sammy, we're gonna going to the beach *clasps hands together* Dearest angel Castiel, get your ass to the beach. And bring Jack. Amen. *Sam tries to get in the driver's seat* Dean: What are you doing? Sam: It's been forty years and you still won't let me drive? I think I'm technically older than you now. *Dean gets in driver's seat, ignoring Sam* Sam: Can I choose the music? Dean: Didn't you have the car? Sam: um, about that... Dean: Samuel, where is my car? Sam: It's a long story Dean: It's a long ride *Camera starts to zoom out as Dean starts the car* Sam: Jerk Dean: Bitch *They drive into the sunset*

















