"To us." Dean raised the glass in his hand. "Still in one piece. Still breathing."

"Yeah. Still alive." Sam scoffed and followed after his brother, raising his glass and repeated, "To us."

Castiel followed suit, toasting.

Earlier that day they had a close call. A damn close one. They were lucky they walked out in one piece.

"Today was close." Cas blurted out.

"Alright alright, let's not talk about that." Dean nodded.

"Right. Sorry." Castiel agreed. They were celebrating after all. This was about the good stuff.

Sam took a sip of his drink. "But Cas is right." He said. "We need to watch our backs better."