Night had fallen again. The sky above the city stretched wide and still, painted in shades of deep blue and black, with tiny stars flickering like whispers of hope. The streets were quiet—the kind of quiet that settled into your bones, making each footstep sound like it carried a story.
Inside the bunker, the air was warm. A fire crackled in the stone hearth, casting soft orange light on the walls and giving the space a feeling of home, even after everything they'd been through.
John Harrison sat on the worn-out couch, his elbows resting on his knees, fingers laced together as he stared into the fire. His mind wandered—backwards, forwards, then back again. Across from him, Selene StoneHeart sat quietly, her eyes glowing faintly in the firelight. Ancient eyes. Beautiful eyes. Eyes that had seen centuries of pain, war, and loneliness—and yet, now, they looked calm.
John looked up. "I never asked. How did we end up here? You and me?"
Selene smiled, her voice soft but steady. "You don't remember, do you?"
John shook his head, half-smiling. "Bits and pieces. A library, maybe? You reading something old. You didn't even look at me."
She laughed gently. "That was the second time. The first... well, it wasn't as pretty. I had just fed. I wasn't myself. You were chasing a rogue witch. We crossed paths in an alley behind the museum."
John's eyes narrowed with recognition. "You were covered in blood."
"I was," she admitted. "It wasn't my proudest moment. But you didn't run. You didn't try to kill me. You didn't even look afraid. You just asked me one thing."
He leaned forward. "What did I say?"
Her voice lowered. "You asked, 'Do you want to stop?'"
John blinked. "Seriously?"
Selene nodded slowly. "You didn't see a monster. You saw a person. You saw the part of me that wanted to be more than the curse."
He chuckled awkwardly. "I must've been insane."
"Maybe," she said. "But that question stayed with me. And everything changed after that."
John leaned back, letting the words hang in the air. "And now?"
"Now," Selene said, "you've given me something I thought I could never have—control. Not through magic or rituals. But through time. Effort. Care."
He glanced at her. "The serum helped, didn't it?"
"Yes. The herbs you found, the formulas you created—they softened the hunger. And more than that, you gave me a reason to fight it. To believe I could live without hurting anyone."
"I didn't want to fix you," he said. "I just wanted you to know you weren't alone."
She looked at him, her expression full of something soft and deep. "That's what saved me."
The firelight made her pale skin glow, her long hair shimmer, and in that moment, she didn't look like a vampire. She looked like someone who had fought every day to keep her soul.
They stood together, moving toward the window. Rain had started to fall, just light enough to tap gently on the glass. Selene took John's hand.
Far away, Dean sat on a porch, Amara beside him. She was finally free—no longer tied to Chuck's story. Dean wasn't thinking about angels or monsters. He was just a man in love, sitting beside someone who had once been feared as darkness incarnate.
Sam was in his kitchen, barefoot, dancing slowly with Jessica as an old love song played on the radio. Her laughter filled the air like music. She was alive again, and this time, it felt real. Sam had stopped waiting for it to end. He let himself be happy.
Lucifer sat alone in a church, the only sound the occasional creak of the wooden beams. Jack walked in holding a small book.
"What's that?" Lucifer asked.
"My journal," Jack said. "I've been writing about you."
Lucifer raised an eyebrow. "About me?"
Jack nodded. "About how people change. Even the ones who think it's too late."
Lucifer opened it slowly. The first page read: To the father I believe in.
He swallowed hard. Tears welled up, but this time, he didn't hide them.
"I was lost for a long time," he said quietly. "But when I met you... when I saw what love could look like... I found my way back."
Jack smiled. "We all mess up. But it's never too late to choose something better."
Lucifer closed the book and looked at the light shining through the stained-glass window.
"I choose better," he whispered.
Back in the bunker, John and Selene leaned against each other. The storm outside faded into a soft, steady hum.
"Whatever comes next," she said, "we face it together."
"Always," John replied.
And the night held them in quiet peace, two souls who had wandered far but found home in each other.