I just want them to have a happy ending. None of them dies, Sam, Dean, Cas and Jack live happily ever after. I wish that they find a way to retire from hunting and build themselves a normal life that makes them all happy. Oh, and obviously Destiel is confirmed.
It’s been a while since Sam’s seen his brother.
It’d taken a month to get Jack settled into his college dorm. Driving down to Stanford had been easy enough, but actually convincing Jack to stay and study? That had been a challenge in itself.
“What about hunting, Sam? You need me.”
But they aren’t hunting anymore. Heaven and Hell are closed for business, and as for the little creatures that go bump in the night, Jody and Donna’s hunter network is a force to be reckoned with.
Sam would be lying, though, if he said that he didn’t stay at Stanford a little longer than necessary. He’d checked out the law school again, the same path toward that familiar building that he’d taken with Jessica when he’d first thought of applying. But he’d promised Dean that he’d come home, so here he is.
The house is different. Sam sees it straight away. Dean had mentioned renovating the place when they’d first bought it, the day before Sam had left with Jack for the other side of the country, and Dean hadn’t been kidding. There are flowers, for one. Tamed plants littering the garden, a new letterbox and a welcome mat to greet Sam’s feet as he makes his way inside.
But out of all these changes, there’s only one that he’s not prepared for.
He doesn’t mean to intrude. He walks into the sitting room because it’s a neutral space, so for a moment, the sight that meets his eyes doesn’t register.
It’s not something that Sam hasn’t seen before. Sam’s seen Dean lying on his back on the couch a thousand times. Sam’s seen a hundred different girls straddle his brother, Dean’s hands on their hips as he calls them sweetheart or gorgeous or darling between kisses.
But Sam’s not expecting Dean’s sweetheart to be Cas.
Sam can tell that whatever this is, it’s new between them. When Dean’s hands travel up under Cas’ shirt, it’s with a whispered Is this okay, Cas?. When Cas’ breathing gets heavy, Dean’s kisses get softer, and it’s with gentle movements that he helps Cas climb off him, until they’re curled together, pressed together on the couch that still smells like it was bought yesterday.
Sam should leave, so he does.
But he leaves with a smile. He leaves with a stupid grin on his face because for once, things are good.
Maybe it’s time to go back to Stanford, after all.
tell me how spn should end