Supernatural: The End

The end...

Dean sat on the hood of the impala, staring off into the sunset of the day. Sam popped the caps off two beer bottles, handing one to Dean. "Thanks." He'd say, taking a long swig.

Sam nodded, looking off over the cliff side. The sky painted with colors of red, yellow, and purple. "So..." he paused as Billie, aka death, walked up to them. "Now what will you boys do?" She'd ask, clasping her hands together. "Kill shit and eat pie." Dean said sarcastically, getting Billie to crack a half grin. "Well, I do hope you boys enjoy the true freedom." She'd say, before disappearing.

Sam sighed deeply. "What?" Dean asked as Sam shook his head. "So, what else is there to do?"

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Jack roamed the halls of heaven, an angel at his side to guide him to his mother. Jack paused at a door that had Sera Crowler written in gold letters on it. "Now, now. You don't wanna go bother her." Jack looked confused. "And why's that?" Azeraphil shook her head. "She's not one that anyone wants free." Jack's brows furrowed together. "And why is that?" He'd ask, quietly wondering if she was a prisoner or a human soul.

Azeraphil took a breath in. "She's the true death, she was an angel born between an angel and death. She's the reason death can't die completely." Jack relaxed and turned to go towards his mother's door without any further question.

Azeraphil watched as Jack entered his mother's personal heaven to spend the rest of eternity with her, turning to Sarah's door once he was out of eyeshot. "You'll never be free..." she'd say coldly, turning to walk away.

"Freedom... there is no god to stop me..." came a cold voice, followed by a even colder laugh.

Azeraphil froze, shuttering as fear rolled down her back. "No... way..." she began sprinting to head to the head angel. "She's breaking free! It's Sera!" She'd say through angel radio to warn other angels.