I cannot stop thinking about what might happen if Sam and Dean kicked ass and escaped from prison on December 31st, though?
They’d knock out a couple guys and trade clothes and leave the unconscious guards face down in their (locked) cells, and then Dean would raid the armory and find a grenade launcher while Sam would find the staff fridge and grab a few beers and a mostly-full bag of beef jerky.
They’d climb the stairs to the exit (no use getting trapped in an elevator), and the compound would be out in the middle of nowhere with trees all around and a flawless navy sky impossibly bright with stars. Sam would talk excitedly about how perfect it all looked and Dean would just listen, and they’d breathe in the sharp cold of free air for the first time in over a month and grin like children because they’re out.
They’d crack open a couple of beers and munch beef jerky and look at the stars, and then a couple of minutes before midnight, Dean would get the idea to fire the rocket launcher to ring in the new year and Sam would count down from ten and it would be adorable and things would explode. The end.