GOODBYE - CARRY ON MY WAYWARD CHILDREN
You guys came back from one of the hardest hunt. Things will never ever be the same now. Tomorrow the sun will rise, and sadly the three of you will be there to see it. No angels, no demons. And as much as you wanted this since day one, you had to say goodbye to members of your family. Castiel, Crowley, Chuck and many others.
Sam, Dean and you were in the bunker. Most of the time you would just take a new book and learn more about the creatures out there, but there weren’t creatures anymore.
Neither hunters. The three of you were the last ones.
Dean tried to make his old jokes and laugh and smile but he was just playing, putting on his act, putting on the mask of the man that doesn’t care. But you all knew that this would be harder than you thought.
Hunting was a life style, and you can’t help but wonder what will happen now. You don’t know anything else. You knew this world and only this world. As ironic it could be, you didn’t knew humans. You didn’t knew how they reacted, how they felt. You didn’t knew any of this.
You were scared. Even more scared than dying.
You stand up and go to your room and close the door. You felt empty.
You take a pen and a paper and start writing.