Alright everyone. The moment we've been waiting for has finally arrived. For the final time in this story, I only own Jenn and Camille Santos. I co-own Mia Alexander (Winchester) with Bree. Dean and Sam Winchester, along with Bobby Singer and Castiel are owned by Eric Kripke.
Let the good times roll.
Chuck sat in front of his computer, prepared to write what he believes is the final chapter of the Winchester story as they prepare for their final battle with Lucifer.
"On April 21, 1967, the 100 millionth GM vehicle rolled off the line at the plant in Janesville; a blue two-door caprice.
There was a big ceremony, speeches. The lieutenant governor even showed up. Three days later, another car rolled off that same line. No one gave two craps about her. But they should have, because this 1967 Chevrolet Impala would turn out to be the most important car…no, the most important object…in pretty much the whole universe.
She was first owned by Sal Moriarty, an alcoholic with two ex-wives and three blocked arteries. On weekends, he'd drive around giving bibles to the poor 'gettin' folks right for judgment day'. That's what he said. Sam, Dean, Jenn or Mia don't know any of this, but if they did, I bet they'd smile.
After Sal died, she ended up at Rainbow Motors, a used-car lot in Lawrence, where a young marine bought her on impulse. That is, after a little advice from a friend. I guess that's where this story begins."
Chuck looked at his computer at the prologue of his story.
"And here's where it ends." Chuck said to himself.
Sam and Mia sat on the hood of the impala, drinking a beer and looking at the sky for a moment. Jenn placed her hand on Dean's arm as she and Dean joined them. Dean sighed as he grabbed a beer out of the cooler.
"Dean? What's going on?" Sam asked as Dean remained silent for a moment before opening his beer.
Dean looked over to Jenn, who nodded sadly.
"We're in." Dean said.
"The whole 'up with satan' thing. We're on board."
Sam and Mia looked over to each other in surprise.
"You're gonna let me say yes?"
"No. That's the thing. It's not on me or Jenn to let you do anything. You're a grown…well, overgrown man. If this is what you want, we'll back your play."
"That's the last thing I thought you'd ever say.
"Might be. I'm not gonna lie to you, though. It goes against every fiber I got. I mean, truth is...You know, watching out for you... It's kinda been my job, you know? But more than that, it's...it's kinda who I am."
"What we're trying to say is, you're not a kid anymore, Sam, and we all can't keep treating you like one. Maybe all of us got to grow up a little, too. I don't know if we got a snowball's chance. But...Dean and I talked about it and we of all people know that if anybody can do it...it's you." Jenn added.
"If this is what you want... Is this really what you want?" Dean asked.
"I let him out. I got to put him back in."
"Okay. That's it, then." Dean finally took a drink of his beer.
Sam cleaned the knife as Castiel, Camille, Jenn, Mia and Dean took out a few jugs of demon blood to the impala and stored it into the trunk.
"What?" Sam asked as Mia looked at the jugs.
"Call it women's intuition, but...I don't think that's gonna be enough, Sam." Mia replied.
"She's right." Camille interjected as she looked into the trunk. "We should find at least one more demon."
"We don't have time for that." Mia said, walking away from the trunk. She ran her hands through her hair before she stopped her pacing. "Give Castiel the knife. You can have my blood."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what?" Dean asked in surprise.
"We don't have enough time to go hunting for more demons and their blood. This is the only way to get Sam the blood he needs to hold Lucifer."
"No, I'm not drinking your blood." Sam said.
"Sammy, I've been looking for my moment of redemption for what I did to you. All this is my fault, and I need to make it right. Please, let me do this."
Mia walked up to Sam and gently kissed him. As she pulled away, she took Ruby's knife out of his jacket pocket. She handed it to Castiel before she walked over to Jenn and Dean.
"Don't do this." Jenn said, tears brimming her eyes.
Mia gave Jenn a sad smile before pulling her into a hug.
"You and Dean take care of Izzie, huh?" Mia said, pulling away. Jenn nodded before Mia turned to Dean. "Dean, take care of my little girl. And if you two even catch one whiff of Ruby's scent, you kill her. That's all I ask."
"We will." Dean replied.
Mia nodded before holding out her hand. Dean looked at it for a moment and shook it before he pulled her into a hug. They may have had their ups and downs, but despite everything, Mia found a way to be one of them, despite her full blooded demon status.
Camille gently grabbed her arm and led her up the stairs, followed by Castiel. Mia turned around one last time and looked at the three hunters she's come to respect, care for, and importantly love.
"I love you, guys." Mia said with a smile.
She turned around and was led into the building. Jenn took Sam's arm and led him into the impala.
"I still can't get used to you at eye level." Dean said as he walked over to Bobby.
"So, was I right?" Bobby asked.
"As always, Yoda. Two stunt demons inside, just like you said."
"Did you get it?"
"Yeah, all the go juice Sammy can drink…Mia's included."
"Sam didn't have enough, so Mia..."
"…You okay?" Bobby asked when Dean didn't finish his sentence.
"Not really. What do you got?"
"Not much. These look like omens to you? Cyclone in Florida, temperature drop in Detroit, wildfires in L.A."
"Wait. What about Detroit?"
"Temps dropped about 20 degrees, but only in a five-block radius of downtown Motown."
"That's the one. Devil's in Detroit."
"Really? As far as foreboding goes, it's a little light in the loafers. You sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure."
Dean sat behind the wheel of the impala with Sam in the passenger and Jenn and Castiel sleeping in the backseat. Dean looked in the review mirror as Bobby, along with Camille, followed.
Dean looked back and smirked when he heard Castiel snoring.
"Aw. Ain't he a little angel?" Dean asked jokingly.
"Angels don't sleep." Sam said as he and Dean shared a look for a moment.
"Sam, I got a bad feeling about this."
"Well, you'd be nuts to have a good feeling about it."
"You know what I mean. Detroit. He always said he'd jump your bones in Detroit. Here we are. Maybe this is him rolling out the red carpet, you know? Maybe he knows something that we don't."
"Dean, I'm sure he knows a buttload we don't. We just got to hope he doesn't know about the rings…hey, um... on the subject, there's something I got to talk to you about."
"This thing goes our way and I...triple indy into that box...y-you know I'm not coming back."
"Yeah, I'm aware."
"So you got to promise me something."
"Okay. Yeah. Anything."
"You got to promise not to try to bring me back."
"What? No, I didn't sign up for that."
"Your hell is gonna make my tour look like Graceland. You want me just to sit by and do nothing?"
"Once the cage is shut, you can't go poking at it, Dean. It's too risky."
"No, no, no, no, no. As if I'm just gonna let you rot in there."
"Yeah, you are. You don't have a choice."
"You can't ask me to do this."
"I'm sorry, Dean. You have to."
"So then what am I supposed to do?"
"You take Jenn, Alex, Isabella and this new baby and you—you have barbecues and go to football games. You go live some normal, apple pie life, Dean. Promise me."
Dean looked over at Sam and back at the road again.
Bobby lowered his binoculars from the building, seeing the demon waiting at the window.
"Demons. At least two dozen of them. You were right, something's up." Bobby said as he walked over to Sam, Jenn, Dean, Castiel and Camille.
"More than something. He's here. I know it." Dean replied.
Dean then walked around and went to the trunk of the impala. Sam looked over at Bobby and Jenn as they slowly made their way to him.
"I'll see you around, kid." Bobby said.
"See you around." Sam replied before embracing Bobby into a hug.
"He gets in... You fight him tooth and nail, you understand? Keep swinging. Don't give an inch."
Sam sighed to himself as he looked over to Jenn, who gave him a sad smile. Sam offered one in return, when Jenn shrugged for a moment, looking away because she didn't want him to see her cry. Sam pulled Jenn into a hug, causing her to let a few tears fall.
"I love you, Sammy. Don't forget that." Jenn said as she pulled away.
"I love you too, Jenn. Take care of this baby for me, okay?" Sam replied, placing his hand on her stomach.
"I will." Jenn gave him a kiss on the cheek before he left her arms for good.
"Take care of these guys, okay?" Sam said as he turned to Castiel and Camille, offering his hand.
"That's not possible." Castiel replied before Camille could.
Despite how sad the moment was, Camille couldn't help but laugh.
"Then humor me." Sam told Castiel.
"Oh. I was supposed to lie. Uh... Sure. They'll be fine. I—" Castiel continued.
"Just… just stop talking."
"We'll do our best, Sam." Camille replied truthfully.
Sam nodded as he and Camille shared a quick hug. He pulled away and walked over to Dean and the open trunk of the impala. He looked at the jugs of demon blood for a moment before looking over to Dean.
"You mind not watching this?" Sam asked.
Dean looked at Sam for a moment before walking over to Jenn, who stood at the other end of the impala. Sam slowly grabbed the first jug, stared at it and began to drink it. It didn't take long before he finished off the others.
When he was finished, he cleared his throat and closed the trunk of the impala. He slowly began to walk towards the building.
"Okay. Let's go." Sam said to Dean as he continued walking.
Dean looked after Sam and then followed him as Jenn, Camille, Castiel and Bobby watch them walk away.
"Alright! We're here, you sons of bitches! Come and get it!" Sam yelled as he got closer to the building.
"Hey, guys. Is your father home?" Dean asked as two demons walked outside.
Suddenly, the two demons grabbed a hold of them both and dragged them inside. They led the two hunters up the stairs, into a room and shoved them forward as Lucifer looked out the window.
"Hey, guys. So nice of you to drop in." Lucifer said as he continued to look out the window.
Chuck rubbed his chin as he continued to proofread his chapter.
"The impala, of course, has all the things other cars have... And a few things they don't. But none of that stuff's important. This is the stuff that's important. The army man that Sam crammed in the ashtray: it's still stuck there. The legos that Dean shoved into the vents: to this day, heat comes on and they can hear 'em rattle. These are the things that make the car theirs-really theirs. Even when Jenn and Dean rebuilt her from the ground up, Dean made sure all these little things stayed, cause it's the blemishes that make her beautiful. The devil doesn't know or care what kind of car the boys drive."
"Sorry if it's a bit chilly. Most people think I burn hot. It's actually quite the opposite." Lucifer said as he turned towards the boys.
"Well, I'll alert the media." Dean replied.
"Help me understand something, guys. I mean, stomping through my front door is...a tad suicidal, don't you think?"
"We're not here to fight you." Sam said.
"No? Then why are you?"
"I want to say yes."
Sam closed his eyes for a moment and suddenly, the two demons standing behind he and Dean fell to the ground dead.
"Chock-full of ovaltine, are we?" Lucifer continued.
"You heard me. Yes."
"Look, judgment day's a runaway train. We get it now. We just want off."
"Deal of the century. I give you a free ride, but when it's all over, I live, he and Jenn live, you bring Mia and our parents back—"
"Okay, can we please drop the telenovela? I know you have the rings, Sam."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"The horsemen's rings? The magic keys to my cage? Ring a bell? Come on, Sam. I've never lied to you. You could at least pay me the same respect. It's okay. I'm not mad. A wrestling match inside your noggin... I like the idea. Just you and me, one round, no tricks. You win, you jump in the hole. I win... Well, then I win. What do you say, Sam? A fiddle of gold against your soul says I'm better than you."
"…So he knows. Doesn't change anything." Sam said to Dean.
"Sam—" Dean started.
"We don't have any other choice."
Lucifer closed his eyes and suddenly a bright light erupted in the room, along with a piercing loud noise. But when the light dimmed down, Dean looked over to see Sam on the ground. He reached into his pockets and pulled out the rings of the four horsemen. He threw them on a nearby wall and began reciting a spell, causing the wall to crack open into a big black hole.
Dean turned around to see Sam come to and begin to get up.
"Sammy." Dean said as he walked over to his brother.
"Dean." Sam replied as Dean grabbed his arm.
"I can feel him. Oh, god!" Sam grabbed at his head in pain.
"You got to go now! Come on! Go now, Sammy." Dean told his brother as he helped him up, despite his instincts telling him not to. "Now!"
Sam walked up to the hole and looked at it for a moment, Dean watching behind him. Suddenly Sam turned around, hints of a smirk on his face.
"I was just messing with you. Sammy's long gone." Lucifer/Sam said before turning around and reciting a spell to close the hole. He grabbed the rings and looked at them before turning to Dean. "I told you...this would always happen in Detroit."
Suddenly, Lucifer/Sam was gone, leaving Dean alone. Dean looked around for a moment as he put his hands on his head, tears threatening to fall down his eyes.
In a room surrounded by demons, Lucifer walked forward, adjusting to his new body full of contentment.
"Sam. Come on. I can feel you... Scratching away in there. Look... I'll take the gag off, okay? You got me all wrong, kiddo. I'm not the bad guy here." Lucifer said, walking over to the mirror.
"I'm gonna rip you apart from the inside out. Do you understand me?" Sam threatened from the mirror.
"Such anger, young Skywalker. Who you really angry with? Me? Or that face in the mirror?"
"I'm sure this is all a big joke to you, huh?"
"Not at all. I've been waiting for you... For a long, long time. Come on, Sam. You have to admit…you can feel it, right?"
"The exhilaration. And you know why that is? Because we're two halves made whole. M.F.E.O. Literally."
"This feels pretty damn far from good."
"I'm inside your grapefruit, Sam. You can't lie to me. I see it all…How odd you always felt, How…out of place in that...family of yours. And why shouldn't you have? They were foster care, at best. I'm your real family."
"No, that's not true."
"It is. And I know you know it. All those times you ran away, you weren't running from them. You were running towards me. This doesn't have to be a bad thing, you know. I let Dean live, didn't I? I want him to live. I'll bring Mia and your folks back, too. I want you to be happy, Sam."
"I don't want anything from you."
"Really? Not even a little payback?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Look closely. None of these little devils look familiar to you?"
From the mirror, Sam looked over at the demons standing behind Lucifer.
"That's Mr. Bensman... One of my grade-school teachers."
"And that's your friend Doug from that time in East Lansing. And Rachel, your prom date. Sam Winchester, this is your life. Azazel's gang…watching you since you were a rugrat, jerking you around like a dog on a leash. I know how you feel about them. Me too. So, what do you say you and I blow off a little steam?"
Dean, Jenn, Bobby, Camille and Castiel watched the news on the display TVs outside a shop.
"Reports are flooding in…a 7.6 earthquake in Portland, 8.1 in Boston. More in Hong Kong, Berlin, and Tehran. The U.S.G.S. has no explanation but said to expect a six-figure death toll." The reporter said from the TV.
"It's starting." Castiel said.
"Yeah, you think, genius?" Dean replied.
"You don't have to be mean."
"So what do we do now?"
Castiel looked over to Camille, who shrugged at him.
"I suggest we imbibe copious quantities of alcohol...just wait for the inevitable blast wave."
"Swell. Thank you, Bukowski. I mean, how do we stop it?"
"We don't. Lucifer will meet Michael on the chosen field, and the battle of Armageddon begins." Camille replied from behind Dean.
"Okay, well, where's this chosen field?"
"We don't know."
"Well, there's got to be something that we can do." Dean said, almost desperately.
"I'm sorry, Dean. This is over." Castiel said sadly.
"You listen to me, you junkless sissy. We are not giving up. Bobby? Jenn?" Dean looked back at Bobby and Jenn who refused eye contact with Dean. "Bobby?"
Bobby slowly looked up at Dean, who was almost shocked to see the defeat in Bobby's eyes.
"There was never much hope to begin with. I don't know what else to do." Bobby replied.
"Jenn." Dean pleadingly looked over at his wife, who quickly wiped the tears falling down her face.
"I don't know, Dean." Jenn replied with a shrug and wiped away the stray tear.
Dean then looked over to Camille, who looked back at him sadly.
Lucifer/Sam sat in the room, but this time, the demons from his childhood were on the ground, covered in blood and dead.
"So... Are we having fun yet?" Lucifer asked Sam as he looked over into the mirror.
"In between jobs, Sam, Dean and eventually Jenn and Mia would sometimes get a day-sometimes a week, if they were lucky. They'd pass the time lining their pockets. Sam used to insist on honest work, but now he hustles pool, like his brother. They could go anywhere and do anything. They drove a thousand miles for an Ozzy show, two days for a Jayhawks game. And when it was clear, they park her in the middle of nowhere, sit on the hood, and watch the stars...for hours…without saying a word. It never occurred to them that, sure, maybe they never really had a roof and four walls, at least until Mia came into their lives. But they were never, in fact, homeless."
"That's a good line." Chuck said to himself when the phone rang. "Mistress Magda." Chuck said as he answered the phone.
"Um, no…Chuck." Dean replied from the other line.
"Oh, uh, Dean. Uh, wow. I, uh, I didn't know that you'd call."
"Who's Mistress Magda?"
"Nothing. She's a, uh, a…just a, uh... A close friend."
"Yeah, I'll bet, real close. Whatever happened to Becky?"
"Didn't work out. I had too much respect for her."
"Boy, you really got a whole virgin/hooker thing going on, don't you?"
"Okay, this can't be why you called."
"Sam said yes."
"I know. I saw it. I'm just working on the pages."
"Did you see where the title fight goes down?"
"The angels are keeping it top secret. Very hush hush."
"But I saw it anyway. Perks of being a prophet. It's tomorrow, high noon. Place called Stull Cemetery."
"Stull Ceme—wait. I know that. That's-that's an old bone yard outside of Lawrence. Why Lawrence?"
"I don't know. It all has to end where it started, I guess."
"All right, Chuck, look, you know of any way to short circuit this thing?"
"Besides the rings? No. I'm sorry."
"Well, do you have any idea what's gonna happen next?"
"I wish that I did. But I-I just…I honestly don't know yet."
"Alright. Thanks, Chuck." Dean said as he hung up his phone.
Jenn looked over at Dean from the passenger's seat of the impala.
"What did he say?" Jenn asked.
Dean looked down at his phone before he looked back up at Jenn for a moment.
Dean closed the trunk of the impala as Jenn followed him to the driver's side.
"Dean, please. I'm begging you." Jenn said.
"Jenn—" Dean started.
"You going someplace?" Bobby asked as he, Castiel and Camille walked up. Dean and Jenn looked over at Bobby for a moment, not saying a word. "You're going to do something stupid. You got that look."
"I'm gonna go talk to Sam."
"You just don't give up."
"If you couldn't reach him here, you're certainly not gonna be able to on the battlefield." Castiel said.
"Well, if we've already lost, I guess I got nothing to lose, right?"
"I just want you to understand. The only thing that you're gonna see out there is Michael killing your brother."
"Well, then I ain't gonna let him die alone."
Dean exchanged looks with everyone before getting into the impala and closing the door.
"Dean. Please." Jenn begged with tears in her eyes, her hand on Dean's window.
Dean looked over at her sadly, before he started the car and drove away with a heavy heart. He looked in the review mirror as he saw Bobby hugging her as she cried into his shoulder. He took a deep breath as a tear fell down his eye.
Lucifer/Sam watched a crow fly by as he stood in Stull Cemetery. He turned around when he heard the sound of wings flapping, seeing Michael standing before him, using long lost Winchester brother Adam's body.
"It's good to see you, Michael." Lucifer/Sam said.
"You too. It's been too long." Michael/Adam replied.
"Can you believe it's finally here?"
"No. Not really. You ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be. A part of me wishes we didn't have to do this."
"Yeah. Me too."
"Then why are we?"
"Oh, you know why. I have no choice, after what you did."
"What I did? What if it's not my fault?"
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Think about it. Dad made everything. Which means he made me who I am. God wanted the devil."
"So why? And why make us fight? I just can't figure out the point."
"What's your point?"
"We're going to kill each other. And for what? One of dad's tests. And we don't even know the answer. We're brothers. Let's just walk off the chessboard."
"I'm sorry. I-I can't do that. I'm a good son, and I have my orders."
"But you don't have to follow them."
"What, you think I'm gonna rebel? Now? I'm not like you."
"You know, you haven't changed a bit, little brother. Always blaming everybody but yourself. We were together. We were happy. But you betrayed me…all of us. And you made our father leave."
"No one makes dad do anything. He is doing this to us."
"You're a monster, Lucifer. And I have to kill you."
"If that's the way it's got to be... Then I'd like to see you try."
They stared each other down and circled one another. Before the fighting could start, they heard the engine of the impala. Dean put in a tape and put the stereo on full blast as he drove into the cemetery. He came to a stop in front of Michael/Adam and Lucifer/Sam. He got out, turned off the engine and stood at the door.
"Howdy, boys. Sorry. Am I interrupting something?" Dean asked before a closed the door and walked over to Lucifer/Sam. "Hey. We need to talk."
"Dean. Even for you, this is a whole new mountain of stupid." Lucifer/Sam replied.
"I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to Sam."
"You're no longer the vessel, Dean. You got no right to be here." Michael/Adam interrupted.
"Adam, if you're in there somewhere, I am so sorry."
"Adam isn't home right now."
"Well, then you're next on my list, buttercup. But right now, I need five minutes with him."
"You little maggot. You are no longer a part of this story!"
"Hey, ass butt!" Castiel called to Michael/Adam.
Castiel held a bottle of holy oil with a rag sticking out. Camille quickly lit the rag on fire as Castiel threw it at Michael/Adam as he disappeared with a scream as he was covered in flames as Dean, Jenn and Bobby flinched away.
"Ass-butt?" Dean asked Castiel in surprise at Castiel's choice of words.
"He'll be back, and upset. But you got your five minutes." Castiel replied with a shrug.
"Camille. Castiel." Lucifer/Sam called to the two angels angrily. "Did you just molotov my brother with holy fire?"
Castiel and Camille exchanged a nervous look.
"Uh…no…" Castiel replied.
"No one dicks with Michael but me."
Lucifer/Sam suddenly snapped his fingers, causing Castiel and Camille to explode, leaving blood behind on Bobby and Jenn. Dean exchanged a look of surprise with Jenn and Bobby.
"Sammy, can you hear me?" Dean called to his brother.
"You know, I tried to be nice. For Sammy's sake." Lucifer/Sam replied, grabbing Dean's jacket. "But you are such a pain in my ass."
Lucifer/Sam suddenly shoved Dean back, causing him to land on the windshield of the impala. Bobby then pulled out his gun and shot Lucifer/Sam in the upper right shoulder. He turned around and Bobby shot off another one at the left side of his ribs. Lucifer/Sam looked down at the one on his ribs and looked back at Bobby. Dean looked over to Bobby, who shrugged and didn't know how else to try and save Dean.
Lucifer/Sam lifted his hand and twisted it, snapping Bobby's neck. Jenn immediately checked on Bobby as he hit the ground.
"No!" Dean yelled.
"Yes." Lucifer/Sam replied as he walked over to Dean.
He pulled Dean off the hood of the impala by his legs and punched him in the face. Dean put his hand at his mouth and saw the blood coming out. Not knowing what to do, Jenn sighed to herself before she turned Lucifer/Sam around and punched him in the face. Her eyes widened when she saw how angry he looked.
"You're lucky I want you and that baby alive." Lucifer/Sam told her angrily.
He then uppercutted Jenn, causing her to go flying, landing on the roof of the impala and rolling off the trunk before she finally hit the ground.
"Sammy? Are you in there?" Dean asked as he slowly turned around.
"Oh, he's in here, all right." Lucifer/Sam said as he punched him once more. "And he's gonna feel the snap of your bones." Lucifer/Sam punched him once more, this time, Dean landed on the ground. "Every single one. We're gonna take our time."
Lucifer/Sam picked Dean off the ground and shoved him into the side of the impala and threw punch after punch, leaving Dean's left eye swollen shut and his right jaw swollen as his face was covered in blood. Lucifer/Sam smirked when he saw Jenn slowly crawling from the side of the impala, holding her stomach in pain.
"Sam, it's okay. It's okay. I'm here. I'm here." Dean called out to Sam as he reached out and grabbed his brother's arm. "I'm not gonna leave you." Lucifer/Sam punched Dean two more times. "I'm not gonna leave you." Dean continued.
Lucifer/Sam drew back his fist for another punch until the sunlight glints from the roof of the impala, catching his eye. His eye turned to the army man stuck inside the ashtray in the back seat.
Suddenly, Lucifer/Sam's mind became engrossed in Sam's memories of Dean, Jenn and Mia, his body still poised to throw a punch. His memories came in full speed, suddenly stopping at the memory of Dean hugging Sam.
Suddenly, Lucifer/Sam's fist unclenched and he backed away, causing Dean to fall to the ground. Dean looked up at the man standing in front of him. He knew right away that it was finally his brother Sammy.
"It's okay, Dean. It's gonna be okay. I've got him." Sam told his brother.
Sam pulled the rings from his pocket and recited the spell to open Lucifer's cage. As it opened, Sam looked over to Dean and a newly joined Jenn. They looked up at Sam as he took a few deep breaths and lightly nodded.
"Sam!" Michael/Adam called out, catching his attention. "It's not gonna end this way! Step back."
"You're gonna have to make me!" Sam threatened.
"I have to fight my brother, Sam! Here and now! It's my destiny!"
Sam looked over to Dean and Jenn one more time before he closed his eyes, held out his arms and prepared to fall back into the pit. Suddenly, Michael/Adam grabbed Sam, but instead of stopping him, he went down into Lucifer's cage with Sam.
As soon as they fell in, the hole closed up, leaving the rings behind. Jenn sadly buried her head into Dean's shoulder as Dean leaned his head against the impala for a moment before lightly resting it on Jenn's head, swallowing the lump in his throat.
Before they even knew it, Sam was gone.
Dean had made his way to the rings. On his knees, looked down at them before he looked back at Jenn, who sadly looked back as a tear fell down her face. He heard a noise on the other side of him, turning to look and see Castiel standing to him.
"Cass, you're alive?" Dean asked in surprise.
"I'm better than that." Castiel replied.
Castiel placed two of his fingers on Dean's forehead, healing all his wounds and bringing him back to normal. Dean looked over to see Camille doing the same to Jenn, who assured her that her baby was still alive. He slowly got up and looked Castiel in the eye for a moment.
"Cass, are you god?"
"That's a nice compliment. But no. Although, I do believe he brought me and Camille back. New and improved."
Camille helped Jenn stand up, and they watched as Castiel walked over to Bobby and bring him back to life. Castiel nodded at Bobby as he sat up.
Dean looked down at the rings in his hand. He looked over to see Jenn as she lightly touched his arm. He looked once more at the spot Sam had sacrificed himself.
Although his final manuscript has been printed, Chuck took the last few sips of whiskey as he read the final chapter of his book.
"Endings are hard. Any chapped-ass monkey with a keyboard can poop out a beginning, but endings are impossible. You try to tie up every loose end, but you never can. The fans are always gonna bitch. There's always gonna be holes. And since it's the ending, it's all supposed to add up to something. I'm telling you, they're a raging pain in the ass."
"What are you gonna do now?" Dean asked Castiel and Camille as he drove down the highway.
"We'll return to heaven, I suppose." Castiel replied.
"Well, with Michael in the cage, it has to be total anarchy up there." Camille replied as she looked over to her sleeping daughter.
"So, what, you guys are like the new sheriff in town?"
"Yeah. I like that. Yeah. I suppose we are." Castiel replied.
"Wow. God gives you a brand-new, shiny set of wings and suddenly you're his bitches again."
"Dean, we don't expect you to understand. But we don't know what God wants. We don't know if he'll even return. It just...seems like the right thing to do." Camille said.
"Well, if either of you do see him, you tell him I'm coming for him next."
"You're angry." Castiel said almost sadly.
"That's an understatement."
"He helped. Maybe even more than we realize."
"That's easy for you to say. He brought you back. But what about Sam? What about me, huh? Where's my grand prize? All I got is my brother in a hole."
"I know you know what you have left. You're angry because you lost Sam, and I understand that. But now you have to live the life Sam would want you to live. Otherwise, he would have done all of this in vain." Camille said.
"Dean, you got what you asked for. No paradise. No hell. Just more of the same. I mean it, Dean. What would you rather have? Peace or freedom?" Castiel added before he and Camille disappeared.
"Well, you really suck at goodbyes, you know that?" Dean said as he continued driving.
"This is the last Dean and Jenn will see of Bobby for a very long time. And, for the record, at this point next week, Bobby will be hunting a rugaru outside of Dayton. But not Dean or Jenn. Dean didn't want Cass or Camille to save him. Every part of him, every fiber he's got, wants to die, or find a way to bring Sam back. But he isn't gonna do either. Because he made a promise."
Dean and Jenn walked into their motel room. It wasn't long before Dean placed his bag down and allowed himself to process what happened. Standing behind him, Jenn walked around to face him. They looked each other in the eyes before Jenn pulled Dean into a hug.
"It's okay, Dean. Everything is gonna be okay." Jenn said softly as Dean cried into her shoulder.
"So, what's it all add up to? It's hard to say. But me, I'd say this was a test, for Sam, Dean, Mia and Jenn. And I think they did all right. Up against good, evil, angels, devils, demons, destiny, and god himself. They made their own choices. They chose family. And, well...isn't that kinda the whole point? No doubt…endings are hard. But then again...nothing ever really ends, does it?"
Chuck took one final sip of whiskey as he looked at his final printed manuscript. He smiled as he put the glass down, and he disappeared.
Finally back at Mia's house in Austin, Texas, Dean stared off into nothing as he sat at the dinner table with Tori, Dawn, Alex and Isabella. Jenn walked up with a bowl in her hand and placed it on the table.
"You okay?" Jenn asked Dean.
"Yeah, I'm good." Dean replied, taking a drink of whiskey.
Snapping back into his thoughts, he grabbed a dinner roll and put it on his son's plate before taking one for himself. He smiled at Alex as he began serving them some dinner.
A light bulb from the streetlight nearby the house went out, easily going unnoticed by everyone inside the house. Sam and Mia stood by and watched from afar and through the window. Mia smiled as Sam watched neutrally as Dean and Jenn interacted with their family at the dinner table.
There it is. Another story done and told. Thank you all so much for reading, and I'm hoping to have the sequel up very soon.