Supernatural Ending Rewrite: The Happy Ending

Carry On

(This takes place instead of 15x20)
BEEP BEEP BEEP

   "Ugh," Dean rolls over and smacks the top of his alarm clock. He looks up at the ceiling, tired in his hazel eyes. Dean may be tired but Miracle is certainly not, she makes sure he's up by smothering him in kisses. Dean replies with ear scratches.
   As he walks to the kitchen, Miracle close behind, he's thinking about what he's gonna do. There's no schedule for him anymore, he can do whatever he wants. Dean stops looking around. "Sam?" He yells, "Sammy?" He walks into the kitchen and finds a note on the table.

Went for a jog be back soon.
-Sam

   "God why does he's have to be so healthy" Dean thinks. He looks down at Miracle, just huffing, her tongue hanging out of her mouth. "Let's eat some breakfast, how's that?" Dean asks, looking down  at the dog, who is now excitingly wagging her tail.
   Dean shuffles to the fridge, and opens it. There's not much there, just some beer, eggs, milk, bread, and some other stuff that is completely pointless to him. He grabs two eggs and some milk, turns the stove on, and starts cooking.
   "Let's eat!" Dean exclaims dumping some eggs into Miracle's bowl. "How'd I do?" He asks her as she gobbled down the entire bowl, "Apparently good." He sits down at the table and digs in. He's thinking hard about, him, and doesn't even notice Sam walk in.
   "Morning," Sam says as he lays his jacket down on the counter. "Hellooo?"
   "Oh, uh morning Sammy," Dean says, his focus broken, "there's um eggs on the stove for you."
   "Okay, thanks." Sam gets his eggs and sits down across from Dean. As he eats, he asks, "What's on your mind?"
   "Nothing." Dean says quietly, "I'm going to go, uh, clean my room." Dean says as he stands up and puts his plate in the sink.
   "Really?" Sam questions if this is actually what he's going to do, "You've never cleaned your room."
    "Yeah, well, there's nothing to do, so it's something new." Dean says extending his arms outwards.

*****

   Dean doesn't go to his room. He goes to Jacks room. Jack isn't the one he's been thinking about all morning, but Jack can tell him about who he's been thing about all morning. He sits down on his bed.
   "Hey kid," he starts, putting his hands together, "I know you said you were going to do favors or anything, but please," Dean puts his head down, "Just tell me how he is."
  No response.
   Dean stands up, defeated, and walks out to his own room. He's been thinking about him since it happened. It's never left his mind. What he said. How he acted. Dean couldn't stop thinking about it. And he had to do something. Anything.
   "Sam, I need to tell you something."

I hope you guys like this, better than the actual ending. Because let's be honest, it was bad. I'll keep updating :)