Happily Ever After.

About time.

Too many times, the happy end had been right within Sam and Dean’s grasps and then slipped away after some new cosmic being wreaked havoc on their lives.

Now? God was beat. Chuck was nothing more than the mortals he used to see as mere pawns for his entertainment. Cursed to die alone and unknown.

Jack had taken the reigns. After he consumed more power than an atomic bomb, he had fought god and won. He set things right.

Castiel was back from The Empty. That swarming nothingness released its hold resentfully but with reverent obedience. The Empty went back to cosmic rest. Peace. A vessel renewed, like a long well-earned nap. Castiel was dropped back into your and the boys’ lives whilst resuming his Heavenly duties with his unofficially adopted son.

Sam and Dean, were freed from the control over their lives. No longer puppets on a string dancing back and forth with the evils of the world, back to combatting the evil they began with. Demons that roamed the Earth. Vampires that haunted the shadows. Wendigos that tormented the forests. Nostalgia renewed.

Sam planned to go separate ways with Dean, pursuing a normal life. He still yearned for normalcy after all these years, so he settled down with his undergraduate from Stanford (no law school unfortunately) and a steady job as a paralegal.

Dean, after a lot of time and consideration, decided to pursue leading an organized group of hunters. Rekindling the past of ‘Men of Letters’ by using the bunker as headquarters (and home). He had hunting ingrained into his DNA. Someone had to do the dirty work, right? He was damn good at it too. On the side he continued Bobby’s work as a mechanic. Utilizing the spacious garage of the beloved bunker.

Miracle is given plentiful (perhaps excessively plentiful) treats from the three of you, and is a cherished canine member of the still-kicking ‘Team Free Will’

Where does that leave you?