The bunker was quiet for a long time. Sure, their phones could receive calls again, but Henry had the feeling that Garth had sent out the word that the Winchesters were on leave, if only for a while. And, after all, no more angels to deal with. And souls were back on their way to Heaven without any more interference. So no one called.

Charlie left after a week. She had stayed to keep up the cheer, but it was hard. When she left, everyone was in so-so spirits. Not fantastic, but they were ok. The thing was, this wasn't the first time they had lost Mary. Dean and Sam had been through it before. Sure, it wasn't easy for them, but it wasn't as hard as it might have been. And they got all those extra days, those extra weeks.

They recovered. Dean got through it, with Cas's help. Henry got him to talk about it a bit. But, to everyone's shock, Dean was probably the one who handled it the best. Maybe it was that Mary had spent so much time with him that night before. Maybe it was the fact that this time he got to say goodbye. Either way, he came out fine.

And life went on.

Sarah and Bess made the decision to stay in the bunker – at least, for a while. They hadn't provided a move-out date yet, and that suited everyone just fine. Lisa and Ben left after a couple of days. Henry wasn't sure what exactly went on between Lisa and Dean within that time, but the Braedens did leave on the promise of visiting occasionally. On the guarantee that Ben, at the very least, would not be a stranger.

Kevin seemed to be doing better, at the end of it all. With a bit of help from Sam, it looked like he might try to apply to go to school locally. It was a starting point, at the very least. Kevin Tran, advanced placement, actually going to college. And he was getting a new beginning, which was what he needed. Well, to be honest, wasn't that what everyone needed?

"So, what are you going to do with life, Henry?" Dean asked. Winter had closed around the bunker like a blanket, leaving them trapped, but cozy. They sat in the kitchen together while Dean cooked dinner. Cas sat at the island reading a giant book that appeared to be in German and sipping a cup of coffee like he had been doing it his whole life. Three weeks since Metatron. Since Mary.

"What, are you kicking me out?" Henry asked. Dean smirked at him.

"Just a question," Dean said. He shifted the pan in his hand around, the mushrooms and onions inside sizzling nicely. The smell in the room was dangerously good.

"Whatever I do, I'll be glad to just be here," Henry said. Cas smiled up at him from his book.

"Fine by me," Dean said. He clicked off the burner on the stove and poured the contents on a plate next to the other stacks of prepared food. Cas stood up from his chair and moved behind Dean, lifting himself up on tiptoes to look over Dean's shoulder and then resting his chin there.

"It smells delicious," Cas said. Henry rolled his eyes.

"Thanks," Dean grinned. He craned his neck around and planted a kiss on Cas's lips. Henry shook his head and looked down at his own book that sat on the counter. They were never going to get any better, he should just accept that now. PDA was a fact of life that – unfortunately for everyone – was going to continue daily.

"Dinner's ready!" Dean yelled loudly. Cas jumped, being so near to the loud noise, and then gave Dean a glare. Dean chuckled. "You two, help me move this stuff to the table." Henry closed his book and went over to the opposite counter, grabbing food and moving it to the giant table across the room. People wandered into the warm, excellent-smelling kitchen shortly afterwards and settled in to regular seats, grabbing food off of the plates in the middle and off of each other's.

There was laughing and teasing and storytelling. There was routine. A bit of love. But, most of all, there was family. Not the family Henry had been expecting. Oh, no. If someone had told him a year (or 55 years, depending on how you looked at it) ago that this was the group of people he would be eating dinner with? Yeah, Henry imagined he probably would have had them confined to a mental hospital. No, it was no the family Henry had imagined for himself. In fact, it was not the family anyone in the room ever thought they would end up with, but it was almost better that way. It was the family they chose.

Henry smiled at his grandsons. He smiled at Cas, at Kevin, at Sarah, and at little Bess. It was true, what he told Dean. He didn't know what he was going to do with his life. Maybe he would work to become a better hunter. Maybe he would just do research in the bunker. Maybe he would consider going to school, like Kevin. Hey, it was a possibility. He really did want to learn about the future he was in. He wanted to interact with the world he was now a part of, not just stay locked up in the bunker from his own time. But, for now, he was happy he was there just to be living life. And that was more than enough.