A year had passed.
Haven was quiet now. Not empty—just peaceful. The kind of quiet that let people hear their own thoughts again. The kind where mornings smelled like fresh coffee, and the loudest sound was kids running around in the park.
John Harrison sat on the porch of a small cabin on the edge of town. He had a warm mug in his hand and a blanket draped over his knees. The fight was over. His hands were still calloused, but now they only held tools, not weapons.
Inside, Selene was making breakfast. She moved like someone who'd finally stopped running. She still didn't love the sun, but she didn't fear it anymore. Her laugh came easier now. She didn't need blood to survive—not since John had shown her something different. Something steady. Something good.
Dean pulled up out front in that beat-up old truck of his, Emma in the passenger seat. She was taller now, stronger too. But mostly, she was free. The weight in her eyes was gone. She rolled her eyes when Dean told a bad joke, but she laughed anyway.
Down the road, Sam and Jessica strolled by with a stroller between them. Their baby, Hope, kicked her feet and babbled as they passed. Jessica waved. Sam smiled like he finally believed in happy endings.
Lucifer still visited. Every Sunday. Not to cause trouble, just to check on Jack. He still said weird things, still had that strange glint in his eye, but he was trying. Jack—bright as ever—came and went like the wind. Always moving, always listening. But he always came back to Haven. This was home.
No one was trying to save the world anymore.
They were just living in it.
John looked out across the trees. The wind was soft. The air smelled like spring.
Selene stepped outside, her hand slipping into his. "You think this is it?" she asked.
He nodded. "Yeah. I do."
She leaned her head on his shoulder. "Good."
Behind them, someone laughed. A door creaked. Somewhere down the street, a dog barked.
No big speeches. No flash of light. Just another morning. And that was enough.
The world didn't need a new god.
It just needed people who chose each other.
And in that choice, the story ended.
Not with a bang.
But with peace.