The morning came gently, the sky above the bunker stretching into soft shades of peach and gold. A new day. One that felt lighter, quieter. Like something had shifted.
John Harrison opened his eyes to find Selene still curled beside him. Her hair spilled across the pillow like a silken river, her face peaceful in a way he hadn't seen before. There was no hint of pain or hunger. Just rest.
He reached out and gently brushed a strand from her cheek. She stirred and opened her eyes—those ancient, beautiful eyes that now looked at him with something tender and warm.
"Morning," he said softly.
She smiled. "You're staring."
"Hard not to."
They shared a quiet laugh. For a while, they stayed like that, the morning light wrapping around them like a soft blanket. Outside, the world moved slowly. And for once, neither of them felt like they were running from anything.
In the kitchen, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mixed with toasted bread. It was Sam who had taken it upon himself to make breakfast, a little habit he'd picked up since Jessica returned. She'd always said there was something grounding about breakfast, and now that she was back, he did it every day like clockwork.
Jessica walked in, wrapped in a cozy robe, her hair a little messy, her smile easy. "You're spoiling me."
Sam grinned. "It's payback. For all the mornings I took you for granted before."
She leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Then keep spoiling me."
Back at the church, Lucifer was still there. The space felt different now—not like a place he didn't belong, but like one where he was allowed to just... be.
Jack sat across from him again, this time with two cups of hot cocoa. Lucifer took his and looked at the steam rising.
"I'm not used to this," Lucifer said. "Quiet. Peace."
Jack smiled. "You'll get there. One day at a time."
Lucifer nodded. "I think I want to help. Really help. Use what I know. What I've seen."
"Then help us rebuild," Jack said. "There's still darkness out there. But we can bring more light."
Lucifer looked around the church, his voice soft. "Maybe I'll start here."
In another part of the world, Dean was walking along a gravel path through a quiet field. Amara walked beside him, her hand in his. She wasn't a threat anymore—wasn't some ticking bomb of cosmic power. She was just... Amara. And Dean, after everything, had found peace in that.
They stopped at a hilltop where Dean's daughter, Emma, was sitting, watching the clouds drift by. She turned as they approached and smiled—a smile without fear or confusion. Just love.
"Dad," she said. "Look."
She pointed to the sky. A rainbow stretched faintly across the horizon.
Dean sat beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. "You ever think we'd get this?"
"No," she said honestly. "But I'm glad we did."
He smiled. "Me too."
Back in the bunker, John and Selene sat at the long wooden table with Sam and Jessica. Laughter came easier now. The tension that had always lived in the walls had faded.
Selene poured herself a cup of herbal tea—one John had mixed himself. It helped keep the bloodlust at bay. But more than that, it had become a symbol. Of progress. Of healing.
John raised his cup. "To family. Whatever shape it takes."
Everyone clinked their cups together.
Later that day, the group gathered outside. The sky was clear, the breeze soft. Jack arrived with Lucifer, who seemed lighter than ever before.
Dean rolled up in the Impala, dust trailing behind. Emma jumped out and ran to Sam, hugging him tight. Amara followed, calm and glowing, like the night sky reborn in human form.
It wasn't a battle or a mission. Just a gathering. A rare, beautiful moment of peace.
As the sun began to set, casting golden light over the hills, John took Selene's hand. She leaned against him.
"You've changed me," she whispered.
He looked at her. "No. You found yourself. I just stood beside you."
She smiled, eyes shining. "Then don't ever stop."
"Never."
And as the sky darkened, the stars began to appear, one by one. They stood together, old friends, new love, and once-broken souls finally finding healing.
The fight had ended. But the future was just beginning.
Together, they were ready to write the next chapter.