In the words of Chuck, endings are hard. I sure hope that this will tie up all the loose ends and make you all happy.

I do not own Supernatural or Doctor Who. I just wish I did.

And In The End

"Why aren't we going with him?" Amy demanded.

"The only hope they have of stopping all of this is to break through to Sam. Only Dean can do that."

"We could help."

"No, we couldn't. We're strangers to Dean now. He wouldn't trust us. No, the best we can do is let him do it himself."

Amy obviously didn't like the idea, but it made sense. Strangers would be of no help when all was riding on family ties.

The Doctor flew the TARDIS away from the alley way to hang above the Earth. He moved to the screen and moved the knobs until the view of a cemetery appeared. Dean was there along with two other men. One of them, Amy guessed, was Dean's brother.

Suddenly the smaller unknown man erupted into flames. Cas and Bobby were standing to the side, Cas having thrown a flaming Molotov at the now destroyed man.

"What kind of trick was that? Do people normally explode?" Rory asked.

"It must have been Holy Fire. That was Michael. He'll be back. The Holy Fire won't kill him."

"So the big one is Dean's brother." No sooner had the words left Amy's mouth than Dean's brother snapped his fingers and Castiel exploded.

The sound of the TARDIS was the only sound. The three stood silently, staring in disbelief at the screen. It didn't end with Castiel. Bobby was next, his neck snapped as easily as Castiel exploding. Sam or Lucifer then moved to Dean, pinning him against the black car and punching him over, and over. Even from the distant view they had, the Doctor and his companions could see the blood and broken bones of Dean's face.

"He's killing him!" Amy broke the silence. "We have to do something. We have to help him!"

"Are you positive we can't do anything?" Rory demanded of the Doctor.

The Timelord didn't move. He kept staring at the screen in silence.

"Doctor!" Amy grabbed his arm.

The Doctor still didn't move and Rory glanced back to the screen. "Amy," he said softly.

His fiancée stopped and looked to the screen. The beating had stopped. Sam's hand was raised but no longer clenched. The tall man backed away and took something out of his pocket that he threw to the ground. A large hole opened at that spot, creating a whirlwind that whipped things into the gaping hole. Sam looked down into it for a moment, his hair flying, then back at Dean. He seemed to take a deep breath, then began to let himself fall backwards.

Suddenly, the other man, the vessel of Michael, reappeared and grabbed onto the falling Winchester. Sam pulled him back as well, both of them falling into the pit. The hole closed up quickly afterwards, leaving Dean alone next to his car.

"Is that it?" Rory asked quietly.

"I think so." The Doctor's eyes flipped around the screen, and a smile slowly cracked. "Well, maybe not quite."

Castiel was standing next to Dean. Not a scratch on him. He reached down and touched Dean's forehead with two fingers. Dean's face was healed. That simply. Cas continued to Bobby, repeating the touch. The older man returned to life. The three men were looking at each other still when the image faded to nothing.

"So they both ended up in that big hole?" Amy asked.

"Yes. It's the Pit. They won't be getting out of there easily, if at all. One of the greatest prisons in the whole universe."

Rory frowned. "We didn't save him."


"Sam, we didn't save him."

"Oh, yes." The Doctor's face quickly saddened.

"But everyone else survived." Amy punched Rory in the arm and shot him a look that said 'shut-up'.

The Doctor nodded, a forced smile lighting his face. "Yes, they saved the world." An idea flashed behind his eyes. "I think we might be able to do a little something more."

Gabriel and his brother warily looked at each other. Lucifer's vessel was corroding even as they stood there. Gabriel could only hope that the boys had gotten Kali far enough away that she'd be safe.

Lucifer stared at his brother. "So you're willing to die, for a pile of cockroaches. Why?"

"Because Dad was right," Gabriel retorted. "They are better than us."

"They are broken. Flawed! Abortions."

"Damn right they're flawed." He sighed. "But a lot of them try. To do better, to forgive. And you should see the Spearmint Rhino!" He half laughed. "I've been riding the pine a long time. But I'm in the game now, and I'm not on your side, or Michael's. I'm on theirs."

Lucifer's face fell. "Brother, don't make me do this."

"No one makes us do anything. "

Lucifer sighed. "I know you think you're doing the right thing, Gabriel. But I know where your heart truly lies." He turned where a second Gabriel was approaching from behind and redirected the angel blade into Gabe's chest. "Here. Amateur hocus pocus. Don't forget, you learned all your tricks from me, little brother." Lucifer jerked the blade and pierced his younger brother's heart. White light bloomed from Gabriel's eyes and mouth as he died, his wings leaving charred remains as they also burned.

Lucifer looked down sadly at his brother, then left.

The Doctor quietly closed the invisible TARDIS's door and turned back. "I must say, that was amazing acting." He grinned.

"Millennia of practices. My bro's been in his cage for too long. I've learned how to properly fake a death or two. Also how to create a fantastic alien abduction." Gabriel smirked proudly.

"You're a little different from your brother." Amy laughed.

"Who, Cassie? Ah, he just needs to get out more, away from all those heaven politics."

"So what are you going to do?" Rory asked.

"Wouldn't be very smart of me to go out partying until this whole apocalypse thing is over. At least not around these parts. Maybe I'll go see what Asia's up to. Haven't been to Japan in a while."

"Whatever you do," the Doctor said. "Just keep your head down until its safe for you to be out again."

"You got it, Doc." Gabriel snapped his fingers and the TARDIS door opened. "I'll see ya around. The angle disappeared with a beating of wings.

Amy and Rory jumped.

"Is that how they normally move around?" Rory asked.

"Yes, actually. Angel's really hate walking." The Doctor dashed back up to the consul and spun around to his companions. "So, where would you like to go, Amy? I don't think we ever decided."

And thus I lay down my pen, cease my typing, and lay my mind to rest. The story I set out to tell, the lost story of the apocalypse has been told.

I hope you have enjoyed the ride. I had fun writing it. Was the ending satisfactory? Did I tie up all the loose ends?

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