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Sam had a good, long, life. He had a wife, Eileen, (After Jack brought everyone back, they got married. Sam had a reserved spot for his late brother), he had a son, Dean II. But now, he lies sick on his death bed, breath barely coming out of him.
He was happy about his life but at the same time, sad. He missed Dean, Jo, Ellen, Ash, Castiel, hell— even Gabriel!
But the two angels on that list were now in Angel/demon hell and he was going to human heaven. But at least everyone else on that list will be there…
He got broken out of his thoughts by his son placing a hand on Sam on his chest. “ Dad. It's okay. You can go now.”
Sam nodded, placing his hand on Dean's. He closes his eyes as his head falls to the side a single tear streams down his face. The monitors flatline and begin to beep. As he falls asleep for the last time, he swore he could hear one of Dean’s favorite songs— carry on my wayward son. But Sam imagined a much more slow, meaningful version. That was until—
It was the heat of the moment
Telling you what your heart meant
The heat of the moment
Showed in your eyes
Sam bounced up out of… a motel bed? Dean— his brother, was on the other bed, tying his shoe. “Rise and shine, Sammy!” The younger brother’s eyes widened. “Dean?!” Sam looked at his hands. He was young again.
Sam guesses he didn’t loose anyone on that list.
But what the actual fuck.