If This Was A Movie, You'd Be Here By Now

Chapter 7

One would think that after 36 years of spending just about every waking moment with his brother, Dean would see Heaven as a chance to have some time to himself.

Whoever thinks that is very wrong.

Sam and Dean may not live together anymore — they live right next door to each other, though, so it's almost the same thing — but they make their trip to the grocery store together anyway. It's not really a grocery store in that they can just walk in and take whatever they want whenever they want it, but it gives off the same vibes as a grocery store and it has pie, so Dean's not too concerned about the terminology.

"You know," Dean remarks, eyeing the lettuce in his brother's carriage, "you can stop eating that shit now. You don't have to be healthy anymore. It's not like you have a body or whatever."

"Well, maybe I just like salads," Sam says indignantly. "Did you ever think of that?" He plucks a chocolate bar from a shelf as they pass by and drops it in his cart, and Dean snickers.

"No one likes salads," a familiar voice says.

The Winchesters turn around to see Claire walking towards them, and seeing her load a bag with nothing but candy is the biggest 'proud father's moment Dean has ever felt.

"Oh, hey!" Sam says with a smile. "How have you been?"

"Dead," Claire deadpans. She waits just long enough for Sam to try to formulate a coherent response before she laughs. "No, I'm totally messing with you. I've been doing great! It only took 60 years but I finally get to see my parents again!"

"That's awesome!" Dean says. "60 years? So you lived to, what, 70? 80?"

"76," Claire says with a proud smirk. "Don't let anybody tell you that you gotta eat salad for a long life. They are liars." She looks pointedly at Sam, who just rolls his eyes.

"And how are your parents?" Dean asks. "How's your dad?" All the Novaks were dealt pretty shitty hands in life, but Dean's always felt like Jimmy had it the worst. He seemed like such a good guy, too.

"They're doing pretty good," Claire says. "I mean, they don't pray anymore or whatever and my dad will never wear a trench coat again, but otherwise it's a lot like it was growing up."

"That's good," Dean says. "I'm glad you have some semblance of normalcy."

"And I definitely don't blame your dad about the coat, either," Sam adds with a laugh.

"So, that's what you've been up to, huh?" Dean asks. "Hanging with your parents and eating boatloads of chocolate?"

"Oh, these?" Claire glances down at her bag of candy. "I'm taking these to Jody's. Owen loves Twix bars."

"Owen," Dean repeats quietly, a small smile on his lips. He hadn't even thought about Owen. For the longest time, Jody's been the adoptive mother of two teenage girls. Sometimes he forgets that before Alex and Claire, Jody had her own son.

"He's so cute," Claire says. "I'm heading over to see him now. We're gonna play on the playground because I too am eight years old at heart. Wanna come? Jody and her husband are gonna be there and I'm sure they could use the company."

Dean shrugs. "I'm game." It'll be nice to see Jody again, and he hasn't seen her family in years — though he's not quite sure their first and last meeting counts, what with them both being dead and/or a zombie at the time.

"I have to bring all my food home because unlike some people —" Sam gives them each a pointed look, "I have fruits and vegetables and I can't leave them in the sun all day."