Friday, August 9th, 2051

A warm and breezy afternoon, an old man sits alone on a wooden chair, in a small backyard surrounded by five of his bouncing dogs. One of them is way too big for life and naps on a hammock. Two of them are still puppies and are sitting on his lap, and the other two are running around a big oak tree in the middle of the yard. A warm hand is placed on the man’s left shoulder. His dogs begin to howl loudly, and the puppies jump off his lap.

“It’s time to go.” A middle aged man in a tan trench coat whispers at the old man who appears to be falling asleep on his chair. His gray hair long and disheveled on his forehead, covering tears that didn’t seem to be there just a minute before. 

“For good this time?” The old man struggles to open his eyes against fleeting sunlight. 

“Yes, for good.” The man in the trechcoat kindly replies with a smile.

“I can’t wait to see his face.” He rasps out with a genuine smile rippling wrinkles across his face. 

“Oh he knows you’re coming. He wanted me to be here to make sure you’re comfortable. They’ve been waiting for a long time.”

“What about… my?” The old man gestures to the things around him and then points to himself.

“I’ll take care of it after I take you home.” The kind trenchcoated man says.

“Will you place me where he was placed?” The gray haired man asks.

“Of Course. Now close your eyes, Sam.” Cas says while he kneels in front of Sam to place a hand against his cheek. The last bit of orange lights dancing on their bodies as Sam leans into the touch.

“I’m taking you home.” 

Sam’s body gives it’s last breath at 7:47 pm.

Sam Winchester hugs his brother for the first time in four years at 7:48 pm on a sunny Friday afternoon, surrounded by everyone he’s ever loved.