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Within the great cloak of existence, they were ever-shifting, a dance of roles—sometimes happy, smiling children; sometimes adults with the weight of wisdom etched in their eyes; and sometimes teenagers trapped in strong youth.
Dean’s longing once carved his desire to embody the majesty of a lion, but he ended up being a mighty wolf—strong, agile, and loyal. And from the celestial canvas, Sam emerged as the majestic lion, his mane falling like a waterfall of courage. Dean smiled, fondly joking it was okay since Sam was always the ‘furry’ one.
Heaven remained enigmatic, defying preconceptions. Initially a sprawling city with portals to myriad universes, it evolved into something personal for Sam and Dean, two nomads perpetually journeying through windows, bound by their shared will. A celestial Impala, twin to their earthly steed, materialized. This astral manifestation guided them to a verdant valley, a realm aglow with emerald sentinels and a torrential waterfall, nature’s symphony serenading their senses.
Enveloped by the cascade of crystalline water, the light dims as Sam treads onto the porch of a rustic cabin. Dean, timeless at twenty-seven, caressed the embodiment of Miracle’s essence. Here, by the waterfall’s embrace, their choices resonated as harmonious truths.
They revisited their parent’s home, their paternal forms materializing in their house in Lawrence. Dean, being Dean, reshaped the fabric of his environment and gave a mischievous push that knocked Dad down. Dad summoned outrageous protests, saying heaven was broken as Mom laughed.
Once, an enigmatic presence grazed the edges of their awareness—a gaze unseen yet felt. Sam’s intuition recalled Jack’s face. Then, another shade, perhaps the echo of Cass, brushed past their senses, a silhouette of longing too profound to embrace. But it was only that.
Inside heaven’s realm, one’s own thoughts and emotions converged perfectly with one’s being. In his ever-thirst for Sam, Dean was enlightened with this knowledge. Without hiding his intentions, Dean cast off his veils and traversed inside Sam, reading and studying every soft atom. The everlasting hunger for Sam now could be satiated. Devouring huge bites of tender Sam’s existence. Sam, inquisitive, reciprocated in kind, imbibing his brother’s essence as they dance in communion beneath celestial veils
They transcended the tangible, becoming ephemeral whispers carried on the breeze—unbound and unleashed, taking their jokes and laughter across the universe.
Stripped down to its purest essence, existence found them irrevocably fused into a singular entity, riding on the backs of stars and galaxies, tracing paths through the cosmos of light and shadow. Beneath the heavenly gaze, the Earth unfolded—a picture of intertwined lives, painted in shades of their legacy.
In the mystic grip of eternity’s ethereal dance, their essence endured as an eternal kindled flame.
With unwavering forms and intertwined destinies, they embraced eternity—a choice that echoed through the stars and dreams, whispered by the winds, enshrined within existence, and revered in mortal earth.
Forever echoing the resolute proof that they had consistently chosen themselves in embracing each other.
They chose Sam and Dean.
The End.