The Shape-Shifting Winchester

Epilogue

Epilogue

(A/N: Yeah, sorry about the abrupt ending. But I've kinda gotten bored writing this, and need to end it. So here's about a thousand words for you.)

Another day, another battle. But no one minded. Not when they were together.

As the lore suggested, Trinity stayed with her family-all three members of it. Cas stayed with them, as a live-in mentor for Trinity.

She learned how to handle seeing her brother's souls, and she wasn't sure if it was time, or that she had stayed, but she could see them slowly mending. The Winchesters were...almost happy.

Of course there were still demons to fight, evil to banish, but they took it a step at a time. Saving one life at a time. Mostly, their focus was on demons and shifters. Since word about Trinity had spread, shifters everywhere were rising up and mass-murdering people.

But Trinity was still good. She was still fighting the never-ending fight. And she was getting stronger. Every day she was banishing shifters to uninhabitable parts of the earth, using sigils and silver to trap them there, like a supernatural prison. There they could prosper, grow, and maybe, a thousand years down the road, cause an uprising.

Dean had been opposed to the idea, until he saw that having so many people to kill, things that looked like or were possessing humans, was causing his siblings to be torn away shred by shred until they were only skin on bones. Finally he consented, and Cas, along with a few other trustworthy angels, set about making this prison in the heat of the Sahara and the icy cold of the poles.

No more killing.

They spread the word to other hunters, and many, surprisingly, agreed. The hunters would all round up the things that were killing (apart from ghosts of course, which had to be put down) and bring them to a central location, where the angels and Trinity would teleport them all to either place. It was a fragile system, but it was working fantastically.

Sam's visions had merely been Trinity projecting her future, or what it could have been, on him accidentally. After learning this, she reigned herself in and Sam quit having visions. She was once again living with two human boys.

The bunker became a hub of energy, as Sam supposed it was originally intended to be. The doors were thrown open (figuratvely) as a shelter for hunters. After learning about the Men of Letters, some hunters moved in to learn more and start up the group again.

Women were allowed to be Men of Letters this time, and they formed a group called the Women of Words, to show that they were almost exactly like their male counterparts. Hunters married, had kids, for the first time.

The kids could stay in the bunker while their parents went to hunt and round up more evil creatures, and when she didn't have anything to do, Trinity would entertain them. She became their best friend, always with something new to show them, something cool to teach them.

Seven years after learning she was the trinity, Trinity was sitting in the library with a five-year-old, teaching him how to read. The Women of Words had begun crafting children's books that told true stories in a non-scarring way, so this particular child was learning about wendigos at the moment.

"Trinity," said Dean, and she looked up with a smile, then down to the kid.

"You keep going. I'll be right back." She stood and almost stumbled at a hunter walked right in front of her and through to the kitchen.

Dean led her back to an empty hall. "What's up, Dean?" she asked brightly.

"We've got another load ready to go, but this one has shifters in it."

"And? I take them to Antarctica all the time." She furrowed her brow in confusion.

"Shifters from California. Sacramento, specifically."

Her face smoothed back out in understanding. "Oh." She hadn't seen Linda since kidnapping her daughter, using her to fake her own death. "Cas can handle it. I'll just stay out of the way."

"She let us take her, Trin. I think she wants to see you."

She made a face. "I wouldn't blame her. I mean, I killed one of her kids. But I don't want to see her."

He nodded. "Good. That's what I told her, and Cas. But he thought it would be good for her or you or something. Took her to the dungeon."

She almost gasped. They never used that anymore! She'd practically forgotten it was there. "Well, she can beg and beg all she wants, I'm never looking at her again."

Dean nodded. "I hoped you'd say that."

Smiling, she walked back to the little boy and sat beside him. He leaned into her side so they could both see the book.

She couldn't ever see Linda again because it reminded her of a terrible time in her life. One where she doubted her family. And she wouldn't ever do that again. She had a big family, one she trusted explicitly.

Hunters came from far and wide, entering and leaving the bunker, stepping over a sigil which seemed, to them, pointless. Everything could, would, and had stepped over that line. But Trinity knew what it was. Only people who had no intentions of hurting those inside could step over it.

And so far, no one had been stopped. Trinity considered that the sign of family.