Epilogue:

"Those Winchesters weren't as bad as you made them sound." Cal scoffed, "they don't even rank on the bad ass list of New York."

"I don't know Caliban- you sure had your work cut out for you when Sam kicked your ass." Robin laughed and patted his back. "I wouldn't worry, they've really shaped up since I heard those rumors."

"Then when did you hear those rumors?" Niko cocked his head.

"About two to three years ago." Robin remarked, "Going back to hunting together did them each a world of good." Sipping his water Nik looked at Cal and then at the bruises that were forming around his collar bone. The only real damage that Cal had from Sam Winchester. "Yeah, well I got a free meal from 'em and can now say we kicked the shit out of them in a dingy ally behind an IHOP." Cal was proud. "Trust me- if you value your reputation- don't put in you know them, let alone kicked their asses." Goodfellow laughed.

As the Impala roared down the back roads Sam laughed with Dean.

"They were just like us." His older brother mused, "y'know- for being idiot savants of the supernatural world."

"When did you learn that big word?" Sam teased, flipping the radio on for once.

"You talk in your sleep." Dean rolled his eyes. "So what were you and Niko talking about in the other room?"

"Whether or not we should kill our annoying siblings." Sam stared at dean and then out the window.

"And the gate thing?" Dean prodded.

"What do you mean?"

"You came out of that awful easy from what the puck was saying. How'd you do it?"

"I don't know- part of me just willed it and the other…"

"yeah?"

"Just knew I couldn't leave yet… had things to do and monsters to hunt, y'know?" Dean nodded and smiled gently at his brother, turning the radio on to the classic rock.

Sam stared at the passing scenery and could only think: It's good to be home.