John's POV:
The drive was blissful. Baby needed to get out of the garage and run. She missed these long drives and asphalt under her tires. She purred like a new kitten. After a few years after the accident, I repainted her black. Back to her basic color. She looked exactly like her old self. She is beautiful as ever.
The drive was long and the company was great. I miss my brother in the seat next to me though. I looked over and saw Ollie sleeping like an angel and remembered how Sam used to sleep the same way many years ago. It felt like an eon passed since I last was in this car with Sam. I missed him.
But I would never trade this happiness back in for my old life. It was hard giving up saving people but I have come to the conclusion that there will be someone out there who would fight for the people that needed saving. I needed to see the world not as something that needed to be saved but to see the world as it is being saved by many others. I need to let the world go and move on.
I don't think I could even go back into hunting even if I tried. I hate to say but I'm not in the best of my years anymore. Every day passed and I was having a new found appreciation for Bobby for staying in the game this long. It was hard on all of our bodies and minds at the young age we were. I don't know how he did it when he was still alive and in his fifties. I'm getting there in age and it's nearly killing me just being my regular self.
The car ride was a slow talk about the new plan to adopt a child. Cass so badly wanted a son but he said he was happy with whatever we could get from the agency. We discussed names in the future with our child. The agency had to run us through proper procedure before we could apply to get a child. It was just a waiting game at this point. Sam knew of the adoption the moment we filed for the paperwork. He was so happy and so were we. But nothing was set in stone yet.
The diner was the same old diner that was always in Lebanon. I stopped the car outside of the diner on the street. All this brought back memories for me. People around us shouldn't remember us. Today, we were going to test that theory.
After an hour, Sam called and said he just arrived in the city limits. I had to remember over all else to call him Josh over Sam. Our food was finished and the empty plate that once had pie was sitting forgotten as we waited for their arrival. I was extremely nervous and hopeful. Nervous because I was afraid the spell had faded and someone would recognize us. Even worse someone would need us to rescue them. Hopeful because I needed this meeting with my brother again. It has been so long since I have seen him.
In walked a tall man sporting a small, well-kept beard and a young boy in hand. I knew instantly this was my Sammy. He has short hair and a nice tan. California has been doing him good. He was still slender and healthy looking. He never mentioned over the millions of phone calls that he had any health issues, so I assumed he was in good health.
He saw me after looking around the room. I stood and watched him approach our table. I instantly hugged him. He still smelled like Sammy. "Joshie," I shouted.
He smiled brightly, "It's Josh," he corrected again for the thousandth time. "I've missed you, jerk," he hugged me tighter.
"Shut up, bitch," I mumbled. We let go after a few more minutes of embrace. Cass was next to hug Sam -I mean Josh - and tell him how much he missed him as well. Cass only hugged him for a few seconds. Cass - I mean Ollie - looked confused and thoughtful while looking at Josh. Cass ruffled the boy's hair.
"This is my son, Dean," he motioned for the boy to show himself and meet them. The boy looked exactly like Sam when he was a small boy. Dean had long brown hair, like how Sam used to wear his. It was cute on the little fellow.
I motioned for them to take a seat and order something to eat. Josh still ate his healthy food and it still looks disgusting to me. No luck on my side, I had no choice but to eat that crap as well.
"It feels surreal. I have so many memories from this place. I can't say they are all good but I did spend a lot of time here in this town," Josh spoke to no one in particular.
"It feels like we never left at some point," I stared out the window. "I don't know if coming back here was such a good idea. But there is one place I really want to check out." I looked straight at Josh and I knew instantly that my brother had the same idea on his mind.
After our meal and reminiscing with each other, we walked out of the restaurant and straight towards Baby. "Dammit, De-" he almost said Dean, "John. Baby still looks good as ever. I missed her," Josh swiped his hand down the side of her. His boy in awe of the car.
We both got in the car as if it was like we were made for it. Josh was getting choked up but would never let it show. He reached deep in his pocket and produced a small golden box. I just smiled. Ollie and Dean got in the backseat and I let the engine roar. I knew the exact way to get to the bunker.
The long deserted road seemed familiar to Oliver. It was like something he has been doing almost frequently in his life. So, why doesn't he remember this place?
The building looked exactly as we left it. Josh presented the key and open the door. It creaked open with a smell of familiarity. Carefully climbing into the bunker, we noticed something different about it. The lights were on. We knew damn well that I shut them off before we split. We climbed the steps to the bottom and looked around. The place seemed empty. Someone was using the place and the issue was, were they friendly.
Click. Someone pulled a gun on me. It was angled at the side of my face. I didn't panic. I knew I could talk my way out of this like many other times. But if I couldn't, I had my old gun on me. I slowly turned my head to see a young girl looking at me with defiant in her eyes.
"Who the hell are you?" She said in anger. She looked from one brother to the next. She slowly put the gun down. She looked harder at us over again and again. "Don't I know you?"
"No, I don't think so. We were once hunters. I'm John Singer and this is my comrade, Joshua Darr. This is my husband, Oliver Singer," I pointed to each person, "the little guy is Josh's boy." I didn't want to give out the boy's name since it could speculate to know who we really are.
Thanks to Cass, we didn't need to say more, "His name is Dean." The girl looks like something was clicking in her mind.
"Do you mind if we have a look around? We stayed here once a long time ago. It was a brief time, but we just wanted to run down memory lane," Josh said clearing his throat.
"Umm...sure. Just don't touch anything. There are sharp things that...Dean... shouldn't mess with." The real Dean stifled a laugh.
"We understand. Thank you," Josh replied. The place almost looked exactly the same as it always has. The bunker tour ended back where it started. We didn't find any of our old belongings.
Just went up to the young lady, "I'm sorry, I never got your name."
"I didn't give it." She crossed her arms, "But it's Missy."
Missy looks like to be twenty or perhaps younger. She had a nasty attitude, which was expected in this line of work. But she looked sharp. She looked like someone who was contemplating thoughts in her mind.
Josh pulled me to the side and showed me a small picture that hung on the wall in the library. It was a picture of the Winchesters and Castiel. There was another photo that showed Jack and Mary playing a board game with bright smiles on their faces. We needed to get out of here before Missy and the others saw the pictures.
"Well, I think I have seen enough of this old dusty place," I said and motioned for everyone up the stairs. Little Dean protested that he wanted to stay longer. Josh and I ushered them all out and Missy followed. We took the long way through the garage and I stopped when I saw the lookalike of Baby sitting in there.
Both Josh and I pushed them both back the way we came and almost ran to the front door. It looked very suspicious but we needed more than anything to leave that instant.
We basically ran to the Impala and climbed in. I peeled out of the driveway and saw Missy looking at the car leaving.
"This could be bad. This was such a stupid idea," I shook my head vigorously.
"It'll be okay," Josh reassured me, "We just need to leave and go our separate ways again."
"Why the hell did we give that girl our names?" I looked panicked. Hell, I am panicked. So was Josh.
Oliver and little Dean stayed silent in the backseat. Oliver was connecting dots and realizing that this place is something that we never wanted to share again. But why?
We stayed silent until we got to the restaurant. We said our goodbyes and left each other again. It wasn't as hard as it was the first time around.
"Dean," Oliver said. "Why do I know that place?"
"I'm sorry but some things in this life are better left unknown," I said solemnly. He left it at that.
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Epilogue
The background noise from the TV was washed out from the pounding on the door. Someone was going mad and ringing the doorbell and banging on the door at the same time. Who could it be at this god-awful hour?
With a creak, the door opens swiftly, "I found them," a young hunter named Missy said. "Jody, I found the Winchesters!"
"Don't play this game with me. Those boys died heroes."
"No, it was them. Sam and Dean Winchester are alive!"
The End
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A/N:
Hope you have enjoyed this short story. Let me know what you think. By the way, I don't type my work on my phone, I voice command it. It is written on my personal computer. I hope I didn't miss any mistakes that I have overlooked.