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At the end of a road in heaven, there’s a roadhouse. The road is long—almost forty years long, but only Sam Winchester is counting—and the roadhouse is old and worn and loved.
To Jo Harvelle, there’s been a party at that roadhouse for an hour, or maybe forty years, but she’s not really counting. Nobody else is either. There’s good beer, and laughter, and stories long gone but still happening. She plays games, and brings Bobby Singer his drink, and shouts at Ash to get up off the pool table so Charlie Bradbury and Alicia Banes can play a round.
There is fire in her memories and hell hounds to match, but that doesn’t matter nearly as much as the sound of Kansas out of the jukebox. Mary and John Winchester nod along.
And then the door opens.
Dean Winchester steps though, a funny little smile on his face, with Sam Winchester on his heels like always.
For a second, everyone goes quiet. Then Jo raises her glass, and says, “Welcome to the party, boys! We’ve been waitin’ for you to get here.”
Then there’s shouting, and crying, and a rush as Mary Winchester and John Winchester push forward, along with everyone else who’s ever cared about the Winchesters. It’s a lot more than most would have guessed.
Henry smiles as his grandsons shake his hand and tell him about Abaddon. There’s a grin on Ellen Harvelle’s face as she ruffles hair and Caleb and Jim Murphy watch.
There’s tears and confessions too, because Kevin Tran and Adam Milligan haven’t forgotten, but it’s hard to hold a grudge in Heaven.
Sam Winchester hugs Jessica Moore with tears in his eyes, and she smiles and says, “Maybe you did crash and burn for a while there, but you did alright in the end, Sam.”
They laugh, and Sam says, “I never did stop loving you. I just have more room for love, now.”
“That’s normal. Unlike everything else about you,” Jessica laughs, and there’s a wound, mostly healed and long scarred over, mended.
Sam walks over to Eileen Winchester and kisses her long and deep and tells her all about how their son grew up while Dean listens in.
A world away, another Dean Winchester starts a car older than his father and stares out onto hot asphalt. There’s a thousand miles of empty space out there calling his name. He has work to do, but it will be his choice.
On a beach on the coast of California, a young man smiles. Perhaps it’s okay to be a little hands on. If only to fix his predecessor’s mistakes.
The party stretches into the night—or maybe it’s only been ten minutes. Dean Winchester crushes Samuel Colt at pool and starts playing Pamela Barnes. Maggie cheers her on.
There’s a knock at the door. Claire Novak puts down her beer, rolls her eyes, and suddenly she’s eighteen again. “About time. I’ve only been waiting for literal years.”
Castiel steps through the door with an embarrassed shrug and eyes only for one person in the room.
Dean Winchester and Castiel have their first kiss in a roadhouse at the end of a long road in heaven. It’s almost as long as the road that brought them here, but not nearly as winding.
It’s a kiss for the ages. There are cheers.