Sky of glory and sadness
"Bobby would have loved to see this."
It's the most beautiful sunset they've ever seen, glorious colors blazing, a breeze wafting away the battlefield stench. A rainbow shimmers over gold-tinged clouds like a second never again, a promise of safety from future visitations of ultimate evil.
"I get the feeling he's seeing it from…somewhere." Sam points upwards.
"Dude, that's so…" Dean wrinkles his nose. "Family Circus."
Sam punches his shoulder.
"Hey, Bobby's not the fluffy wings and a harp type."
"I didn't say that." Sam shrugs. "Just—I feel like he's here."
Dean's eyes crinkle. "He'd be proud, Sammy."