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What now?
The brothers both let out a deep sigh. They were finally free. Free to make their own choices. Free to be who they wanted to be. Jack fixed everything. Everyone in the world was revived like nothing ever happened. It was all too overwhelming. Sam and Dean didn’t know where to start. Jack was the new god and Cas was- It was just all too much. Everyone around them seemed completely fine and their life was in pieces. How they picked them up, was all up to them now and the question is: where do they want to start? Jack left to figure out his new role in the universe. Being three years old and God should be fun. Suddenly, Dean felt a small tug at the back of his legs. He quickly turned and was met with a familiar golden, furry friend. “Miracle! Oh buddy, it’s great to see you!”
His younger brother let out a brief chuckle. Taking in the moment, his brother looked the happiest he’d been since Cas sacrificed himself. He then noticed something shiny around the dog’s neck. “Dean, look,” Sam announced.
He shifted his gaze from Miracle’s face down to wear Sam’s fingered pointed. He had a collar. Was that there before? The glisten in Dean’s eyes slowly faded. Of course Miracle already had an owner. He took in a deep breath before reading the letters engraved onto the round piece of silver. Miracle -- (778) 237-3022
“Wait, that’s my number!” he grinned. He quickly pulled Miracle into a tight embrace. Happiness filled the air for a moment. When he let go, Dean turned back to his younger brother who was smiling down on them. In the corner of his eye he noticed a bright red car that resembled the one that belonged to a certain someone. “Eileen,” he remembered. Instantaneously, Dean was on his feet and hauling Miracle into the backseat of the Impala. “Dean, what are you doing?”
“What’s it look like I’m doing? Miracle’s not making it back home by himself and you have a girl to find.”
It hadn’t dawned on him until Dean brought it up. She’s back too. He wanted to move but his legs stayed glued to the concrete. He spent what felt like an eternity grieving for the world and especially her. What was he supposed to do? For a few seconds, he just stood there as tears began to pool in his eyes. “Come on- Woah woah woah,” Dean reassured. “Let’s go, big guy. Save it for when you see her.”
Finally making it into the Impala, Dean started the ignition and the street filled with Baby’s rumble. Miracle sat with his head perked up between the brothers, looking onward. Their future was filled with endless possibilities that were now dictated by them. Not Chuck. Not Billie. By them. Ever since they got pulled into the family business, they carried the world on their shoulders and made decisions for the greater good. But now? They're taking baby steps.