Family Never Ends

III

Jack smiled and looked at Sam, Dean, and Cas. They were finally all together again. After so long. Jack had seen Sam grow old and pass away on earth and it hurt his soul, but he knew that Sam and Dean reuniting would be a magical thing. He wanted them all to be happy again. Like in the old days at the bunker. When things were rough, but they were all a family, looking out for one another.

The four of them headed to the car and sat there for a minute remembering their memories together in there. Driving to go on hunts, saving people, hunting things. The Winchester family business. Jack and Cas were a part of the family.

Dean and Cas could keep their thoughts away from each other. All they wanted was to spend some time together and catch up on what's been going on since Cas' unfortunate demise in the bunkers storage room.

They drove down the empty highway, just Baby's wheels gliding across the asphalt. Sam and Jack chatted about their lives and how things changed and improved after Chuck was gone. They'd finally saved the earth and were able to live in heaven without worry. They didn't need to hunt any monsters any more. It was truly good.

Jack cleared his throat and looked toward Dean.

"I have a surprise for you guys, there's a house for you in town. Third house on the left. The one with the big garage and dark grey siding."

Dean smiled.

"Oh really! Damn Jack, you did that all for us?"

Dean saw it approaching ahead. A modestly sized house with grey siding and a large 4 car garage was to his left. The grass freshly trimmed and not a crack in the driveway. Something Dean had never seen before. It was perfect. He remembered Bobby telling him that his mom and dad had a house somewhere near here. And he remembered, it was the bluish one to the left of theirs. Finally they could try and be a family again. Try to right their wrongs and get along for once. With no apocalypse or hunting, he hoped it'd be different. especially with his dad, John. John wasn't the best father, which Dean accepted, but at least John tried. He tried to keep the boys safe. And even sacrificed his life to save Dean's at the hospital, when Dean was on the verge of death. He hoped John would be a more forgiving father. He hoped John would understand.

Dean pulled Baby into the driveway and put her into park. Excitedly, he turned to Sam and Sam smiled back. They both got out of the car and waited for Jack and Cas to follow. The four of them made their way up the front steps and Jack handed Dean a small copper key. Dean, gladly, took the key and placed it into the lock of the handle, turning it slowly. He'd never had a real home before, constantly on the run in dinky motels. The closest thing they'd had to a home was the bunker, but that wasn't a house like this in front of him. This was a real house, what normal people had. He never had anything normal.

He pushed the door open and stepped in slowly, admiring the room in front of him. Sam smiled and looked around, nodding to Jack. This was nice, nicer than any house he'd ever seen. Sam felt happy that they were all together again, after all this time. Finally happy.

Dean walked in, making a beeline to the kitchen, swinging open the door of the large white refrigerator. The refrigerator was full of food, beer, and had Dean's favorite thing resting on the bottom rack.

PIE!

An apple pie sat on the bottom shelf, calling out Dean's name. His mouth watered for the special delicacy, his favorite food. Hurriedly, he pulled it out of the refrigerator, placing it on the counter, shredding it out of the box. He pulled one of the drawers open to his left and pulled out a fork, hurrying back to the pie, which smelled amazing. He quickly scooped some pie onto his fork, bringing it to his mouth, closing his lips around the fork.

"Mmmm!"

He exclaimed, giddy that this pie tasted so good. Sam walked around the corner, finding Dean with the pie, letting out a laugh.

"Oh my god Dean, of course you found a pie!"

He laughed, walking up to Dean, looking around the kitchen. He was glad to see the childish look of joy pasted on Dean's face. It was a look he hadn't seen in a very, very long time.

Dean smiled at Sam, motioning toward the refrigerator.

"Dude, check that thing out, it's full as hell!"

Sam smiled, walking over to the refrigerator, gently pulling the door open, leaning over to look inside. His eyes widened as he saw the amount of things inside. He pulled out two bottles of beer, turning around, handing one to his brother. Dean quickly popped the cap off of his, letting it clatter to the floor. He brought the mouth of the bottle to his lips, letting the chilled beer flow against his lips. His taste buds screamed in content as he tasted the tangy, sweet beer flow against his tongue.