Kurzgeschichten eines Schakals

My Dream about the Supernatural- Finale ~ Kurzgeschichte

Ok, hierzu muss ich kurz etwas sagen. Ich bin mir sicher, dass jeder, der Supernatural gesehen hat von diesem Ende traumatisiert war. Als ich Staffel 15 Folge 17 gesehen habe, hab ich mir gesagt, dass ich hier den Schlussstrich ziehe, da ich wusste, was in den nächsten Folgen passieren würde und mein Herz würde das nicht verkraften. Die selbe Nacht hatte ich einen Traum, einen Traum davon, wie das Finale dieser großartigen Serie sein könnte. Am Morgen danach habe ich es aufgeschrieben und mir gesagt "Ok, das ist jetzt mein Finale. Damit beende ich es." Und es war wunderschön... Dann bekam ich Corona... Ich weiß nicht welche Gehirnwindung mir gefehlt hat, aber ich habe die letzten drei Folgen hintereinanderweg gesehen und jetzt schaut mich an. Ich bin ein emotionales Wrack. Das ist schon eine Weile her, aber verkraftet habe ich es bis heute nicht. Deshalb komme ich gerne hierher zurück und lese mir durch, was ich damals geträumt habe... Es ist auf englisch (fragt mich nicht, wie das passiert ist) und enthält Spoiler. Wer die Serie also noch schauen will oder gerade schaut... Ihr schafft das. Es tut weh... irgendwann wird es aber besser... hoffe ich...

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It's a late fall afternoon in the Roadhouse. Infront of the door parks the 1967 Chevy Impala, Baby, the home to the Winchesters a long time ago. Outside roars a thunderstorm but inside the house it's cozy. The dim lights are shimmering.

Next to the door at the round table sits a stranger, sleeping, possibly since last night. A few tables further in are sitting two people, Sam and Eileen. They're reading a book. Behind them on the wall are all kinds of knifes or guns. The Demon- Knife, the Colt and the Angel- Blade for example, because there are not needed "at the Ready". Next to Sam and Eileen is Jack, the new god since Chuck is defied and Jack got his powers. He is on the floor, drawing a picture in crayons together with a small child, which has long, brown hair. A small crip with a baby stands next to them. Behind the bar stands Castiel, the former angel, polishing a glass. He glances at a young girl, standing beside him and studying the different bottles of liquid. Right next to the bar sits Dean, boots up on the table, pulling some strings at a guitar, playing some tunes. Somewhere behind him is another stranger, probably a hunter, laying on top of a table, also sleeping like the other.

Everywhere on the walls are pictures shoot in the inside of the Roadhouse. Mostly guests and family who are stopping by or celebrate holidays, a birthday or a successful hunt once or twice with the big Roadhouse- Family. Thats what theyre called these days, because the brothers aren't alone anymore. There might living the "normal life" but there are still hunters and "man of letters" even though they passed it over to Garth and his guys. Through they need help some times, but they doing a decent job.

The air is filled with laughter from Jack and the boy, chattering from the married couple behind the books, snoring from the sleeping hunters, questioning from the girl next to Cas, who is more happy to answer these questions, quiet music from Dean, who throws a loving glance now and then at the two behind the bar and a thunderstruck every so often.

All that comes to a holt, as the door flies open. Rain pouring on the steps of the Roadhouse as a tall figure duck through the door. A big hat covers his eyes. His head spins, as he was searching for something. "I am looking for the Winchester- Brothers." His voice is low and rough. Sam and Dean trading a look, as they standing up, book and guitar at the side. The girl by Cas's side, walks up and glancing with big green eyes up to Dean. He shushes her away. That was something he must do. Her time would come. She walks back to Cas, who welcomed her with his arms.

The brothers standing now next to each other. With longer, brown hair, a beard and the same look in the eyes, there was no doubt that there were brothers. The stranger towers over them, looking them up and down. "There is a hunt up in Massachusetts. A few missing hikers in the Freetown- Forest. It's a woman in white."

Even before the brothers are looking at each other, Eileen stands beside Sam with the Angel-Blade, handing at to him and the girl standing next to Dean, handing him his shotgun, given by Cas. While Sam gives Eileen a kiss, Dean ruffles the girl through her brown hair, what makes her given her biggest grin to him. The brothers trading one last glance, nodding at each other and looking at the stranger who is grinning. In union they say: "When do we start?"