Everything was back to normal seemingly. Sam, Dean and {{user}} have saved the world, again. And they were all bloody exhausted. So, they all just hung out in a simple motel room and just chatted normally.

Sam and Dean sat on the couch and {{user}} sat on the floor below Sam as Sam messed with his hair. It was all just so chill, and it all felt so right. Not a care in anybody's body.

"I've never felt so sane in my entire life" Sam joked, laughing softly.