azazel gets killed by an up-and-coming demon before he can put his plans for the special children into motion.
the new king of hell (hi crowley) has no interest in competing with the boy king. brady is never possessed, john never gets a lead on the colt, and sam graduates from stanford with honors
he goes to law school and specializes in family law. he proposes to jess the night before he graduates.
“only if you promise we can have breakfast for dinner at least three times a month” / “deal”
sam sends a wedding invitation to dean’s po box. he never hears back.
he tells jess about hunting, now that he knows there’s no way dean’s ever going to drag him back. clearly, he’s moved on. sam should too.
jess doesn’t believe him at first. she thinks he’s going a little crazy-- he’s been taking the brunt of the wedding planning since her med student schedule is insane, so he hasn’t slept in a while. but she wises up when he takes her on a ghost hunt and she almost passes out.
“we are never doing that again”/ “deal”
in all the confusion and craziness of both their schedules jess’s bc fails. they have a long discussion about whether or not they want to keep the pregnancy, esp considering jess’s schedule.
they decide they’ll have the baby after sam’s boss tells him he’ll be able to take paternity leave and work partially from home
sam’s boss is his work dad (tm). his law school mentor also tried to adopt him but that’s not relevant right now.
sam and jess get married. they both hyphenate. dean is nowhere to be found. sam tries not to let that sting. he always thought dean would be his best man. but he doesn’t cry, even though he wants to, because jess is quick and kind and loves him just as he is and he adores her, he just adores her.
the wedding is beautiful, and it’s even better than they planned, because their baby is (sort of) there for it.
sam and jess have a daughter. her name is miriam hannah winchester-moore (jewish winchesters ftw) and sam loves her beyond all reason.
when miri is six months old, sam and jess move her crib back into their room. they don’t sleep a wink, armed with salt and holy water and silver. sam mouths tehillim over miri’s head and prays and prays and prays that his daughter won’t end up like me, please don’t let her end up like me
he looks over at jess once during the night, and she is almost terrible, eyes sharp and clutching a silver dagger so tight her knuckles are white. she looks a little like john, standing at attention like that. sam looks away.
nothing happens. miri wakes up in the morning, and the morning after that, and the morning after that.
nothing keeps on happening, if by nothing you mean normal. jess is first in her class. she’s going to study obstetrics. sam kills it in the courtroom. miri thrives and thrives and thrives.
when miri is a year old, jess hears a knock at the door.
she opens it to find dean winchester. he’s pale. grim.
she slams the door in his face and doesn’t breathe a word to sam, not when he’s only just recently stopped flinching at loud noises and can talk about what happened to him without choking on his own spit.
but he knocks again. and again. and again. and sam yells from the kitchen for jess to just tell the missionaries to mind the mezuzah and be on their way.
