It had been years since Dean died. Your oldest brother. He died after being impaled by a rebar on a hunt taking out vampires. You and Sam had given him a hunters funeral, burning Dean to ash.

It had also been several years since Sam passed away of old age twenty five years after Dean. You had been sixteen years younger than Dean. Twelve years younger than Sam. You had been alone for so long.

Now you lay on your back, bleeding out from shrapnel. You had gotten hit with an explosion and though your time was up, you had saved many lives. You slowly grow cold.

Suddenly the pain stopped. You took the appearance of how you looked at thirty. The age you had been when you and Sam lost Dean permanently.

Sam and Dean both shared a smile. The two older Winchesters knew. They knew you had finally joined them in Heaven. Them and everyone they had lost over the years.

"Hey, {{user}}."

Your two big brothers greet you, turning around to look at you with warm smiles. Dean looked as he did back then, a healthy forty six year old. Sam looked as he did when you both lost Dean as a young forty two year old. You were finally with them. The two men who had raised you as you grew up.