Rain had just finished falling over the city. Drops clung to window panes, tree branches, and car roofs like tiny mirrors catching morning light. The sky was still grey, but the air felt fresh—washed clean of something old and heavy.
John Harrison stood outside the bunker now, staring at the quiet skyline. He could hear birds again, their chirps crisp. The world hadn't ended. Not yet. Maybe, just maybe, it was starting over.
Selene came up beside him, holding two mugs of coffee. She handed one to him and leaned against the railing. "Didn't sleep?"
He took the mug, nodded. "Too much running through my head."
She sipped her drink. "Lucifer?"
"And what comes next," he replied. "The balance shifted. A piece of darkness is gone, but the world doesn't stay empty for long."
Selene looked thoughtful. "Maybe it doesn't have to be filled with darkness again. Maybe something better can take its place."
John turned to look at her, really look. Her eyes were steady. Brave. Hopeful. He wasn't sure when it had happened, but he'd come to trust her completely.
"Do you think we're allowed to believe that?" he asked.
Selene smiled gently. "I think it's the only thing that keeps us going."
Elsewhere, far from the city, Dean Winchester walked through tall grass, a little girl running beside him, barefoot and laughing. Her hair bounced in the breeze. Her name was Emma.
She was his daughter—born from something violent, something cursed. But she was free now. Free of the Amazon bloodline's shadow. Free to just be a child.
Dean knelt and caught her mid-run, spinning her in the air. She shrieked with laughter.
"I got you, peanut!" he said, grinning.
"You're too slow!" she teased.
"No way," he chuckled. "I let you win."
Emma hugged him tight, burying her face in his shoulder. Dean closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the warmth of her trust, her love. It was the kind of moment he never thought he'd have.
Nearby, Amara stood with her hands clasped, watching them. The dark cloud that had surrounded her for so long was gone. She looked peaceful, whole.
Sam Winchester was in a small house on a quiet street. The curtains were open. Inside, Jessica laughed as she cooked breakfast, teasing him about his beard.
"I swear it's becoming a pet," she joked.
Sam rolled his eyes but smiled. "You just say that because it hides my face."
She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Exactly."
Their house smelled of eggs and toast, and outside kids played on bikes. It wasn't flashy or epic—but it was everything Sam had ever wanted. A normal life. A second chance.
And in the background, unseen but always watching, Castiel walked through the woods, hands tucked in his coat pockets. He sensed the change in the world. It hummed in the trees and wind.
He smiled faintly. "They finally get to be happy."
In the quiet church, Lucifer lit a candle.
Not for himself.
But for the ones he'd hurt. For those he couldn't bring back. For those who'd forgiven him anyway.
He whispered, "Thank you, Jack. For saving me."
From the shadows, Jack stepped forward and simply said, "Now let's help others, too."
Lucifer nodded. "Let's begin."
And somewhere, miles away, John Harrison and Selene StoneHeart set out on a new path—hand in hand, not just to fight, but to heal. Together.
Because the world wasn't done yet.
And neither were they.