Finally Out (Destiel)

Carry on My Wayward Son

It was two in the morning when Dean woke up suddenly.  At first he was unsure as to why he had woken up. He rolled over and felt for his lover but only found the cold empty spot where he usually slept.

Dean immediately sat up, now fully awake. Why was the bed empty? He reached for the handgun he still kept under his pillow. The man got out of bed his senses heightened in fear.

He crept out of their bedroom and down the narrow hallway. As he passed each open doorway he would glance in and swivel quickly into the room ready to fire if something were to charge at him.

Suddenly, he heard a soft voice two doors down from him. The voice sounded like it was coming from...... NO!

Dean's heart was racing as he ran to the room. He paused for a second praying he was wrong. This couldn't happen to him. Not again.

He heard the voice clearer now it was... singing... The lyrics now began to flow into to his ears.

"Hey Jude, don't be afraid.....

You were made to go out and get her..."

Dean felt tears coming into his eyes. He recognized the voice now. He wasn't sure why he hadn't recognized it before. Dean knew that voice anywhere. It must have been because he was just tired.

He stuck the gun into the back of his pajama pants as he continued to listen to the sweet voice singing softly from inside the room.

"The minute you let her under your skin...

Then you begin to make it better..."

The man closed his eyes and flashed back to when his mother would sing this to him as a lullaby. He smiled softly, tears still dripping slowly from the corner of his eyes. He could picture her beautiful face and hear her amazing voice as she sung to him.

Now he mouthed along to the words. The song so familiar but this time sung by different voice that was equally as beautiful.

"And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain..... Don't carry the world upon your shoulders...."

Dean moved away from the wall and peered into the room the voice was emanating from.

"For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool.... By making his world a little colder..."

The man smiled softly when he saw two of the people he loved most inside the room.

Standing near the window of the light pink nursery Dean saw Castiel, his perfect angel.  His jet black wings were extended carefully. They glimmered with a faint glowing light, making the room just a little bit brighter.

The angel was oblivious to the man standing behind him watching with pride. He was still singing softly.

Moonlight shone down ever so softly on to the angel as he stood by the little window. Tucked gently into his arms Castiel was carefully rocking their sleeping little bundle of joy.

He was holding their daughter. Mary Johanna Winchester.

Four months ago the loving couple had decided to adopt her from an orphanage in Lawrence, Kansas.

Tomorrow she'll be exactly six months old. This was the reason Dean had been so scared. He was still worried that little Mary would have the same fate as Sam. The man had worked himself up over nothing.

Carefully, Dean padded silently across the floor and wrapped his arms around Castiel and Mary Johanna.

The angel looked startled at first but smiled gently when he saw his beloved.

He stopped singing long enough lean over and kiss his lover softly on the lips.

When they broke apart Castiel started singing again.

"Hey Jude, don't let me down...

She has found you, now go and get her...."

Dean looked down at his daughter lovingly. She was more gorgeous than words could describe. Her skin was perfect, soft, and pale. Her eyes were a deep green similar to Dean's. She had soft, curly, jet black hair only a shade darker then the Castiel's.

"Remember to let her into your heart...

Then you can start to make it better..." Castiel sung softly.

Mary Johanna had immediately captured their hearts. Dean had said she was a little fighter. A perfect addition for the Winchester family. They had decided to name her after two of the bravest, most badass women they had ever known, Mary Winchester and Johanna Harvelle.

However, unlike the rest of their family Mary Johanna would not be raised into the family business.

Sam, Dean and Castiel had gotten away from it all over three years ago. Dean was so damn glad for that. He didn't miss it at all.

He didn't miss the other angel dicks trying to use him, nor Crowley, the king of hell always trying to bend the rules.  He didn't miss getting beat up by demons and ghost, nor vampires, werewolves or shifters. He didn't miss any of the nightmares they faced every other day of their life. Always leaving them wondering if they were going to live to see another day. Wondering who was going to die this time, who else they were going to lose. Dean had no wish of going back.  He was truly happy now.

"So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin

You're waiting for someone to perform with...."

Now he had his own little family, living in an actual house. Sam did too. He had found a pretty little thing and they got married soon after they all quit hunting.  Now they had a two year old son named Bobby John, and another one on the way.  The boys were both carrying on the Winchester legacy. Imagine how Mary, John, and Bobby would react to this.

Mary would be thrilled. John and Bobby would be proud. Bobby would be especially glad that they got out of the life.

Dean thought of the joyful look on Jo's face when she met Dean and Castiel’s daughter. He envisioned the clap on the back from Ellen as she offered celebratory drinks for everyone. Pictured Kevin, as he pretended to be annoyed by Mary Johanna, but secretly loved playing little games with her when they were alone.

"And don't you know that it's just you, hey Jude, you'll do...."

After all the pain and all the loss, the Winchesters had finally saved the world for good. They saved it with Dean's angel by their side, with their family and friends, though they lost most of them along the way. Earth saved and now the Winchesters were finally free. They had been released from their crushing burden.

"The movement you need is on your shoulders..."

The world wasn't trying to be blown to shit by angels or demons. Everyone was somehow at peace for once in a lifetime.

Dean started to sing along softly as Castiel went into the very last verse of the song.

"Hey Jude, don't make it bad....

Take a sad song and make it better....

Remember to let her into your heart....

Then you can start to make it

Better better better better better better..."

All was finally well with the world and the Winchesters were living peacefully alongside it, not fighting against it. They were able to live as happy normal families for once in their lifetime.