I was looking through my old stories the other day, and I decided this prologue needed a recap with it. I love it so much better now! Enjoy!


"Endings are hard," Chuck Shirley wrote on his computer in his latest Supernatural novel. "Any chapped-ass monkey with a keyboard can poop out a beginning…but endings are impossible."


Dean Winchester walked up to the Impala in Bobby Singer's junkyard. His younger brother Sam sat on the hood, drinking a beer. Dean grabbed a beer out of the cooler and opened it, leaning against the hood.

"Dean?" asked Sam. "What's going on?"

Dean hesitated a moment. "I'm in."

"In with?" asked Sam.

"The whole 'up with Satan' thing," said Dean.

Sam sat up in surprise.

"I'm onboard," said Dean.

"You're gonna let me say yes?" asked Sam in disbelief.

"No," said Dean. "That's the thing. It's not on me to let you do anything. You're a grown—well, overgrown man. If this is what you want, I'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. You're not a kid anymore, Sam, and I can't keep treating you like one. Maybe I gotta grow up a little, too. I don't know if we got a snowball's chance. But…but I do know that if anybody can do it…it's you."

"Thank you," Sam told him.

"If this is what you want…" began Dean. He looked at his brother. "Is this really what you want?"

"I let him out," said Sam. "I gotta put him back in."

"Okay," said Dean. "That's it, then."


"You try to tie up every loose end, but you never can," Chuck wrote. "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."


"This thing goes our way, and I…Triple lindy into that box…" Sam told Dean as they drove towards Detroit in the Impala, "you know I'm not coming back."

"Yeah, I'm aware," Dean said.

"So, you gotta promise me something," said Sam.

"Okay," said Dean. "Yeah, anything."

"You gotta promise not to try to bring me back," Sam told him.

"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."

Dean stared at him. "So, then, what am I supposed to do?"

"You go find Lisa. You pray to God she's dumb enough to take you in, and you—you have barbecues and go to football games. You go live some normal, apple-pie life, Dean."

Dean just stared at the road in front of him.

"Promise me," Sam pleaded.


"This is the last Dean and Bobby will see of each other for a very long time," Chuck wrote. "And, for the record, at this point next week, Bobby will be hunting a rugaru outside of Dayton. But not Dean."


Dean closed the trunk of the Impala, heading for the driver's door.

"You goin' someplace?" asked Bobby as he walked up to the car with Castiel.

Dean stopped at the driver's door.

"You're gonna do something stupid," Bobby said. "You got that look."

Dean turned to the two of them. "I'm gonna go talk to Sam."

"You just don't give up," said Bobby.

"It's Sam!" said Dean.

"If you couldn't reach him here, you're certainly not gonna be able to on the battlefield," said Castiel.

"Well, if we've already lost, I guess I got nothing to lose, right?" said Dean.

"I just want you to understand," said Castiel. "The only thing that you're gonna see out there…is Michael killing your brother."

Dean thought for a moment and then looked Castiel in the eye. "Well, then, I ain't gonna let him die alone."


"Dean didn't want Cas to save him," Chuck wrote. "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."


Sam stumbled back from Dean, who collapsed against the side of the Impala in the middle of Stull Cemetery. Dean looked up at Sam, wondering why Lucifer had suddenly stopped beating the crap out of him.

"It's okay, Dean," Sam told his brother. "It's gonna be okay. I've got him."

Dean stared at his brother in shock, stunned that Sam had finally won control over Lucifer.

Sam dug in his jeans pocket, pulling out the Horseman rings—the key to Lucifer's cage. He tossed it onto the ground ten feet from him. "Bvtmon tabges babalon."

The rings sunk into the ground, opening up a giant, windy portal to Lucifer's cage in hell. Sam looked over at Dean one last time and looked back at the portal.

"Sam!" Michael yelled in their brother Adam's body from behind Sam.

Sam turned around to face him.

"It's not gonna end this way!" yelled Michael. "Step back!"

"You're gonna have to make me!" Sam yelled back.

"I have to fight my brother, Sam!" yelled Michael. "Here and now! It's my destiny!"

Sam looked over at Dean and made his choice. He raised his arms and closed his eyes, starting to fall backwards into the hole. Michael darted forward, grabbing onto Sam's jacket. Surprised, Sam opened his eyes and grabbed at Michael.

Together, the two of them fell into the hole, tumbling down into hell. Light shot out of the hole as the portal closed itself, sealing Sam, Lucifer, Adam and Michael inside forever.


"So, what's it all add up to?" Chuck wrote. "It's hard to say. But me, I'd say this was a test…for Sam and Dean. And I think they did all right. Up against good, evil, angels, devils, destiny, and God Himself, they made their own choice. They chose family. And, well…isn't that kind of the whole point?"


"What are you gonna do now?" Dean asked Castiel in the Impala as they drove far away from Stull Cemetery.

"Return to heaven, I suppose," said Castiel.

"Heaven?" asked Dean.

"With Michael in the cage, I'm sure it's total anarchy up there," said Castiel.

"So, what, you're the new sheriff in town?"

Castiel smiled slightly. "I like that. Yeah, I suppose I am."

"Wow. God gives you a brand new, shiny set of wings, and, suddenly, you're His bitch again."

"I don't know what God wants. I don't know if He'll even return. It just…seems like the right thing to do."

"Well, if you do see Him, you tell Him I'm coming for Him next."

Castiel looked at Dean. "You're angry."

"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!"

"You got what you asked for, Dean. No paradise. No hell. Just more of the same. I mean it, Dean. What would you rather have? Peace…or freedom?"


"No doubt…endings are hard," Chuck wrote as he stared at his computer screen, smiling. "But, then again…nothing ever really ends…does it?"


Dean sat at a dining room table with Ben Braeden, the table covered with food. Ben's mother Lisa walked in, carrying a bowl of food. Dean looked pensive, distant and sad.

Lisa set the bowl down, looking at him. "You okay?"

Dean thought about it for a moment before looking up at her. "Yeah…I'm good."

As they went about their dinner, the light outside the house sparked and went out. A figure appeared under the light pole, staring through the window at the three eating their dinner. As he stared at the house, he seemed to frown slightly. He looked around him at the neighborhood, pulling out his cell phone.

Sam put the phone to his ear, waiting for the other line to pick up. "Hey, it's me. I got a problem. I need you to pick me up." He gave the address before hanging up.

Sam looked once more at the three people in the house eating, especially staring at the guy.

Why does he seem so familiar? Sam wondered before he shrugged and walked away.