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Sam's ghost visited us that night, as we lay on Dean's bed following the intercourse.

"Sammy, is that you?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. It's me. Look, Cas, it's okay. I shouldn't have been sending mixed signals. Dean is yours, just... bring me back or something."

I nodded quickly, unsure what to think at this point. "O-okay."

I resurrected him, and everything was happy again. Dean and I soon adopted a child and we all quit hunting. Our beautiful daughter's name is Leia, and soon after that, we got a son named Luke. Dean insisted, though I'm not sure why. We got a dog named Lulu; she's a poodle. It was all happy, especially in heaven when Dean died of old age, and I joined him there forever and we lived, as stories would say, happily ever after.