SPN: The End
I've been seeing lots of fan ideas of the end of Supernatural, so I thought I'd write down the way I'd like to see it end. Cheesy and sappy? Sure. But this is SPN. :)
Man, I am so out of practice with writing... :/
Dean slammed the trunk of the Impala closed, two ice cold bottles of beer dangling from his right hand. He walked over to Sam, who was leaning on the passenger side door.
"So this is it," Sam said as Dean approached him, not turning to look at his brother. Dean settled in beside him and let his gaze follow Sam's. They'd pulled over at a roadside stop, and were watching the sun set over a green field, scattered trees in the distance.
"Yup," Dean replied, handing Sam one of the beers. "Not too shabby."
"Nah. You know, I never really thought about what it would be like, but this is pretty alright."
"Just alright? What more do you need? We got fresh air, the open road, baby here," Dean patted the car, "and each other."
"Well, guess I just thought maybe there'd be a few more people around."
As if Sam's words were an omen, headlights appeared in the distance, unseen to either man. An aging beige Volvo rattled up. The car sounded like it was on its last legs, and Dean turned at the sound. The Volvo started slowing down, and the men turned, suddenly wary.
"What the hell now....?" Dean muttered.
The driver's side door opened, and Chuck stepped out. He wore a cautious smile, and gave a feeble wave.
"Hey guys! Uh, long time no see, eh?"
"Chuckles! What are you doing here?" Dean asked.
"Oh, just stopping by to drop someone off. Oh and you guys should head over to Harvelle's Roadhouse. This road will take you there. Bobby's got a little something planned. Says there's this blonde there you might want check out," he said, winking at Sam.
"Blonde?" Sam asked, but Dean missed the entire last part of Chuck's statement as the passenger side door stepped out, and Castiel stepped out.
"Hi Dean. Hi Sam."
"Cas!" Sam grinned and started making his way around the car. Dean choked, and tried not to grin. He failed, and hid the evidence behind a fist.
"Well, I gotta go. Lots to do and all. Might stop by the party but you know, I don't want to intrude. But it's not like you guys are even listening to me any more anyway," Chuck sighed. "Well, good luck guys," he finished and climbed into the car. Dean managed half a wave in Chuck's direction, and Sam managed to get out a 'good bye!" just as he clasped Castiel's arm, and pulled him in to a hug.
Dean waited as his brother hugged Cas, totally NOT hopping slightly from one foot to the other. But the hug parted, and Cas turned to Dean, his face brightening as the last rays of the day's light shone across him. "Dean," he said simply, the word a caress, the way he always said it, and grinned. Dean fidgeted a bit, and caved in. "Son of a bitch," he muttered, and then flung himself at Castiel for a bear hug. Cas was caught off guard, but quickly warmed to the idea and returned in full force.
Sam grinned as he watched, but eventually grew a bit impatient as the last vestiges of light faded away.
"Uh, guys? Think maybe we could move this party to the Roadhouse? Chuck said something about Bobby and a blonde? Think he was talking about Jo?"
Castiel and Dean parted. Cas looked at Sam. "Jo will be there, but I believe that Chuck was referring to Jessica."
"Jess??"
"Yes, I believe that was the nickname he used also."
Dean grinned at his brother. "Okay Sam, you were right. But now? Now it's Heaven."
Originally posted @ http://calliopeoracle.dreamwidth.org/19667.html
Man, I am so out of practice with writing... :/
Dean slammed the trunk of the Impala closed, two ice cold bottles of beer dangling from his right hand. He walked over to Sam, who was leaning on the passenger side door.
"So this is it," Sam said as Dean approached him, not turning to look at his brother. Dean settled in beside him and let his gaze follow Sam's. They'd pulled over at a roadside stop, and were watching the sun set over a green field, scattered trees in the distance.
"Yup," Dean replied, handing Sam one of the beers. "Not too shabby."
"Nah. You know, I never really thought about what it would be like, but this is pretty alright."
"Just alright? What more do you need? We got fresh air, the open road, baby here," Dean patted the car, "and each other."
"Well, guess I just thought maybe there'd be a few more people around."
As if Sam's words were an omen, headlights appeared in the distance, unseen to either man. An aging beige Volvo rattled up. The car sounded like it was on its last legs, and Dean turned at the sound. The Volvo started slowing down, and the men turned, suddenly wary.
"What the hell now....?" Dean muttered.
The driver's side door opened, and Chuck stepped out. He wore a cautious smile, and gave a feeble wave.
"Hey guys! Uh, long time no see, eh?"
"Chuckles! What are you doing here?" Dean asked.
"Oh, just stopping by to drop someone off. Oh and you guys should head over to Harvelle's Roadhouse. This road will take you there. Bobby's got a little something planned. Says there's this blonde there you might want check out," he said, winking at Sam.
"Blonde?" Sam asked, but Dean missed the entire last part of Chuck's statement as the passenger side door stepped out, and Castiel stepped out.
"Hi Dean. Hi Sam."
"Cas!" Sam grinned and started making his way around the car. Dean choked, and tried not to grin. He failed, and hid the evidence behind a fist.
"Well, I gotta go. Lots to do and all. Might stop by the party but you know, I don't want to intrude. But it's not like you guys are even listening to me any more anyway," Chuck sighed. "Well, good luck guys," he finished and climbed into the car. Dean managed half a wave in Chuck's direction, and Sam managed to get out a 'good bye!" just as he clasped Castiel's arm, and pulled him in to a hug.
Dean waited as his brother hugged Cas, totally NOT hopping slightly from one foot to the other. But the hug parted, and Cas turned to Dean, his face brightening as the last rays of the day's light shone across him. "Dean," he said simply, the word a caress, the way he always said it, and grinned. Dean fidgeted a bit, and caved in. "Son of a bitch," he muttered, and then flung himself at Castiel for a bear hug. Cas was caught off guard, but quickly warmed to the idea and returned in full force.
Sam grinned as he watched, but eventually grew a bit impatient as the last vestiges of light faded away.
"Uh, guys? Think maybe we could move this party to the Roadhouse? Chuck said something about Bobby and a blonde? Think he was talking about Jo?"
Castiel and Dean parted. Cas looked at Sam. "Jo will be there, but I believe that Chuck was referring to Jessica."
"Jess??"
"Yes, I believe that was the nickname he used also."
Dean grinned at his brother. "Okay Sam, you were right. But now? Now it's Heaven."
Originally posted @ http://calliopeoracle.dreamwidth.org/19667.html