EPILOGUE

Two months later

Dean cursed his cast and swore that he would never, ever fracture a bone again. Not that anyone had that much control over life, but if he could help it, he would avoid such a situation at almost all costs... The man sat down on one of the many brightly colored chairs, moving his leg out in front of him and glaring daggers into it. Sam sat beside him, sniffing punctually.

"If I have to wear this cast one more day, Sam, I swear I'll..."

"Okay Dean," Sam said, distracted, and waved a pamphlet in his brother's face. Dean looked unhappier than before, if that was possible. The Winchester brothers had held up at Bobby's for the past few months while they both healed from psychological and physical injuries, and both of the siblings would be forever grateful for the man who had selflessly offered them a place to stay while they licked their wounds. Toly had shut down the human trafficking part of the circus and had began working on his citizenship in America, and if Dean didn't remember all of the horrible things done to Sam, he would have said that Toly was one of the kindest people to Sam. He always had a listening ear when someone needed him to, even Dean had complained to the man about things. It was all very... strange, and took quite a bit of adjusting to.

Still.

Today was the opening night of the new and improved carnival, recently renamed 'Piotr's Traveling Circus'. Sam had been honored, even flashed one of those goopy dimpled smiles. Dean snorted at the memory, but wouldn't deny that the sight of it warmed his heart. That kid was well worth any pain, though he wouldn't admit that out loud, he would never give his sibling any kind of chick-flick leverage over him.

"Hey, Sam," Dean slapped his brother's arm, "Get me popcorn!"

Sam rolled his eyes, "Get your own popcorn."

"No, I don't wanna miss anything!"

"Neither do I!"

"Popcorn, Sam!"

"Go get it if you want it s'darn bad!"

"Sam," Dean whined, looking woefully at his injured leg. Sam's expression morphed resignation,

"Okay, fine. Just this once." He shoved off of the seat and darted up the stairs at a jog, going to one of the stands in the back. Content, Dean looked at the currently empty stage. Lights began turning on, shining down and revealing Toly in a black jumpsuit. The man lifted his arms theatrically, "Welcome ladies and gentlemen, to the opening night of Piotr's Traveling Circus! Get your popcorn and prepare for the wildest night of your lives!" Cheering followed. A moment later, Sam appeared by Dean's side, popcorn in hand. He shoved it against Dean's chest and stared at the stage.

"We begin with Yata Schneider, during the first in several aerial acts!"

Dean clapped, looking not unlike a kid in a candy store. Sam, on the other hand, was somewhat sobered about the whole thing. He had, after all, worked with them for six and a half years. He knew how the act was, but still, this time it was... different. Much different, and he had his brother by his side.

It was a new kind of life now.