The End | {BOOK 5}

67| Stopping Chuck

Dean, Jack and I sat in the library doing research. We had managed to get Death's book on God open thanks to Lucifer. Chuck had brought him back and he made a new reaper turn into Death so we could open it, and then killed her, leaving the book open. He and Michael had fought, ending with Michael killing him again. Michael joined us a moment later.

"How's, uh, Sam doing? Any progress."

"I hope so," Dean responded. "He's been in there a long time."

Sam entered as he spoke.

"Oh. Why don't you ask him yourself?"

"Sorry," Sam apologized. "It's slow going. But I think I was able to piece it together."

"It?" Michael inquired.

"The spell. There's a spell. It has to been done at a particular place... at an exact angle from the sun. But it will release an unstoppable force that will find Chuck... and finish him."

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Sam, Dean, Jack, Michael and I stood in a circle around three bronze bowls which contained the ingredients for the spell.

"Let's light it up," Dean said.

Sam threw a match to the ingredients and three spires of light shot into the sky.

"Wait. What happened?" I asked. "What's wrong?"

Chuck appeared in the clearing, flinging, the brothers, Jack and I aside with his powers.

"Father," Michael greeted him.

"Son," Chuck said. "And, listen, I appreciate the heads-up about all this."

"It's always been my destiny to serve you."

"Yeah. The thing is, it's kind of late in the game. You did side with the Winchesters. I can't forgive that."

"Father, no. That was a lapse of judgement, I admit, but I swear I..."

"Save it!"

Chuck used his powers to destroy Michael. Behind him, Sam, Dean and I got to our feet.

"And you three," Chuck faced us. "You know, eternal suffering sounds good on paper, but as a viewing experience, it's just kind of... eh. So we're done. I'm cancelling your show."

"Alright," Sam nodded. "Well... one for the road."

He punched Chuck in the face.

"Cute."

Making a fist, Chuck sent all three of us doubling over in pain.

"Eh, what the heck. I can get my hands dirty."

He started throwing punches, beating us up.

"Fellas, give it up now."

It didn't take long before all three of us were bloodied and badly beaten. We each were sporting several broken bones as well. Yet we continued to help each other up.

"Come on, guys," Chuck grumbled. "Just stay down."

He continued hitting us again and again.

"That's enough, guys. Come on."

As he continued his attack, he also kept telling us to just stay down. The three of us were leaning on each other for support, barely able to stand, and all in fits of laughter.

"Why are you smiling?" Chuck snarled, glaring at us.

"Because," I told him. "You lose."

I gestured behind him, where Jack was standing.