Some seriously random crap I wrote in the library while procrastinating :D Supernatural crack on Supernatural day :D

No one belongs to me. The CW, your commercial breaks suck but I still love you!

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Apparently, the end of the world can be found in the deserts of Arizona in the dead of the night. That’s pretty weird, even by Winchester standards.

End of the World

When Sam woke up to silence, stillness and the pitch black of a night not lit up with streetlights, he was pretty sure something weird was happening.

He looked over to the driver’s seat. Dean wasn’t there, his door wide open. Sam turned his eyes forwards and that was where he found Dean, standing with his back to the car and bathed in the car’s headlights. Shivering a little in the Arizona desert night, Sam got out of the car, his knees popping as he stood. The car’s lights died the second he slammed the door. Sam did his best to repress the shudder of unease that trickled through him.

Dean looked over his shoulder, his eyes wide with amazement. “Sam, you have gotta see this.”

Feeling a little suspicous, expecting a ruse, Sam cautiously approached. When he reached Dean’s side, Sam looked at whatever it was that had his brother so stunned. “Whoa!”

Dean just nodded.

“Wh-where did… I mean…”

“Where did the rest of the road go?”Dean helpfully supplied.

“Where did the rest of everything go?”

Because right ahead of them, the world just stopped and the only thing left was the endless night sky.

“That’s not right,” Sam said, his tone slightly wondrous as if he was trying to convince himself of an unbelievable truth… which he was… because since when did the world have an actual end?

“It is midnight,” Dean offered lamely.

“The witching hour? You’re blaming that?”

“Any better ideas smart ass?”

Sam peered out over the edge, looking down where the road and the desert turned into a never-ending cliff face that went down, down, down, down and so on and so forth, maybe for eternity. “This… this can’t be real. The world doesn’t end in Arizona! There isn’t even an end of the world! It’s not flat and besides, the end of the world was supposed to be at sea and this… and…”

“And since when did science have all the answers?” Dean surmised. He then stuck a hand into a pocket and pulled out a penny. “Watch this.”

He dropped it over the edge. Sam kept track of it for as long as he could. When he could no longer make it out, he turned back to Dean. “What, are we waiting to hear it hit the bottom?”

Dean didn’t respond. He simply held out one hand. A moment later, something dropped down from above and landed right in the middle of his palm. It was the penny.

Sam’s eyebrows disappeared beneath his bangs. “Whoa.”

“Yeah, pretty weird huh? I tried it a few times while you were sleeping but the same thing always happens.” Dean pocketed the penny and grinned at Sam. “Think the same would happen if I jumped off?”

“What?! No!”

“I am joking.”

“Are you?”

“Do I look suicidal to you?”

“Well, no but…”

“But?”

“But you do some pretty stupid things sometimes.”

Dean laughed. “True, but even I’m not about to jump off the end of the world.”

“The end of the world…” Sam leaned over again. “How is this even here?”

“Hell if I know.”

“How did you, you know, not…” Sam motioned with his hands, “drive off the edge?”

“Engine died.”

“Lucky.”

“Yeah.” Dean looked over at Sam, a dangerously bright grin on his face. “I still wanna try something bigger.”

“I dunno Dean. Some things just aren’t supposed to be messed with. This seems like one of them.”

But Dean was already back in the car, rummaging around the back seat like an overenthusiastic kid. He returned with a collection of discarded food wrappers, all rolled into one big ball. Sam wrinkled his nose at the smell of old food but stood by and watched his brother drop it over the edge.

A minute later, the ball was back in Dean’s hands.

His next experiment was his boot.

…Then both of his boots…

…Then Sam’s shoes and after that, Sam was just as enthusiastic as Dean and he decided to see what would happen if he tipped a bottle of water over the edge.

Answer?

”Seriously Sam, did you have to cause a freakin’ thunderstorm?” Dean grumbled from inside the car where it was safe and warm. “It was all fine ‘til you went and pissed the end of the world off with water.”

Sam marvelled at the ferocity of the rain and thunder. “Makes me glad I didn’t throw any ice cubes in too.”

Dean pouted. “I still wanna know what’d happen if we jumped in.”

As soon as the words were out of Dean’s mouth, Sam knew it was a mistake. The engine roared to life, the doors locked themselves and they began easing forwards, the pace tauntingly slow.

“Oh no you didn’t,” Sam groaned, throwing his hands over his face. “You did not just doom us to fall off the end of the world.”

At least Dean had the decency to look sheepish. “Oops?”

Dean tried the breaks but to no avail. Sam tried to get the door open and then resorted to kicking at the glass. Dean’s protests were drowned out by the engine’s growl, the car picking up speed in a way it wasn’t built for.

Just like that, it wasn’t so funny any more. “Buckle up!” Dean ordered. “Now!”

Sam did as he was told. “I can’t believe this is happening!”

“We probably won’t die.”

“Probably won’t?! Dean I swear, if we make it out of this alive I am so gonna…”

But then the car was over the edge and both of them were too busy yelling their heads off to make conversation.

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Sam woke up and threw his hands over his eyes to block out the blinding sunlight. The car was still and damn was it hot. It took a moment, but his memories of the previous night quickly resurfaced. Sam looked across and saw Dean slumped over the wheel. He awoke quickly after Sam shook him by the shoulder.

“We’re alive?” Dean muttered, looking around in amazement.

“I… I think so.” Sam opened the door and immediately the air was full of buzzing insects. He looked to the horizon and saw it shimmering in the heat. His watch told him it was eight a.m. “What just happened?”

They both got out. Dean walked around the car twice to check for damage and Sam walked to where the world had ended the night before. Now the road went on and on and on. He could even see cars driving in the distance.

The brothers looked at each other, both equally clueless. “What do you think we should do?” Sam asked as he returned to the car.

“Celebrate.”

“Celebrate what?”

Dean grinned over the car’s roof. “Dude, we just survived the end of the world. How many people can say they’ve done that?”

Sam laughed. “That’s true.”

“Damn straight it’s true.”

“It’s kinda early in the day for beer though.”

“Nah, I want breakfast. Pancakes. Lots of pancakes.”

They slid into the car and as Dean started the engine, Sam asked, “Pancakes? That’s how you want to celebrate?”

“Beer’s so normal. Gonna have pancakes with toppings.”

“And we’re never, ever, gonna try and figure out what the hell that was last night?”

“Ain’t no fun if every mystery’s solved, right?”

“Yeah but…”

Dean put his foot on the accelerator, the Impala lurching forward eagerly. “Pancakes.”

Sam sighed, knowing he’d lost. “Pancakes.”

The End

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