William laughed, low and easy, tipping his head back in his chair. That was the thing about afternoons like this. Nothing needed fixing. Nothing needed hunting. Just three old friends and the kind of silence that came from knowing each other too well to fill every second with noise.

Dean's beer stopped halfway to his mouth.

Sam didn't push. He just watched his brother watch the driveway, the way Dean's jaw tightened for half a second before he took a long swallow of beer.

Y/N smiled, greeting her father first, then Sam, who immediately started asking about college. Ethan followed with her bags, introducing himself with a confident handshake.

Dean stayed in his chair.