Do you love Supernatural? Were you pissed with how it ended? I know I was!
This is a continuation, season sixteen if you will? I listened to people's annoyance about how Eric Kripke left so many plots unanswered and I began writing...
There are old...
All three males sat in silence for half an hour before Sam, the softer side of handsome coughed "We're dead!" He gestured between himself, and his Brother then looked back at Jack "You are God!"
Jack looked down "Actually..."
Everyone could hear the anger in Dean's voice. It was a raspy, husky-type growl "Actually. Jack, there's an actually?"
The young blonde sighed "Chuck is God!"
"But Bobby told me it was you that made Heaven for us." The older Brother spoke.
"Yes, I did!" He smiled "Do you like it?"
Dean was getting more, and more pissed off "Until we weren't there anymore!"
"Are we ghosts?" Sam interrupted.
"No, bitch, ya ashed me!" Dean's voice was so sarcastic "Jack, what's going on?"
"We weakened Chuck, I had his powers, and restored Earth, Heaven, and Hell but we didn't kill Chuck!"
The younger Winchester frowned "He took his powers back?"
Jack nodded.
"So, what now?" Shrugged Sam.
Dean swallowed hard, and turned to Jack "Did Chuck become God again before or after Lisa Braedon died?"
"Before!" Jack hated that he couldn't make Dean happy.
Back in the days before death, Dean was wildly in love with Lisa, he even tried being 'normal' for her, and for Ben, her Son. Dean watched over her, he watched her drive herself insane before OD'ing but in death, they've never met!!!
The impala lover chuckled half-heartedly looking out of the window, they were parked at a B'n'B "We sleep!"
"Dean..." Protested the Younger Brother.
"What else can we do, huh? Jack's useless" Gruffed the leather-sporting man.
Jack let his eyes glow gold "Not useless."
Sam looked serious "They are your Father's eyes, what's going on?"
Dean shook his head "No chick flick moments! Dudes if you wanna braid each other's hair... Fine. I'm going to bed!" He got out of the car and gave the keys to Sam then went to register for a room. He let his hand fall into his pocket and quickly pulled it back, clutching something. A silver credit card with the name 'MR AARON B KOBANE' and he laughed.
Three hours had passed since he had left Sam with Jack, Sam, and Jack had always had a very close bond. Sam never saw Jack as a monster, even when, he proved it!
Again, if you want to know Jack's story, he's worth knowing... Lucifer's son was born from a mortal woman, Kelly, so he's a Nephilim. All I'm repeating, sorry! I'm sure Chuck can help.
Dean was looking out of the window and sighed. He WAS happy, maybe it took him dying but he had his family and 'Baby' but now... He moved away and sat on the bed "Castiel, I need you!"
"Dean." Castiel appeared next to him.
"What the fudge is happening?" Questioned the confused Winchester.
The Angel looked down "I am sorry, Dean." Then he vanished.
Sam walked in and sighed. "Jack's gone to see if Lucifer knows anything! Dean, what do we do?"
Being the older Brother, Dean has always looked out for Sam and never showed his loss well... He shrugged "Sleep" He fell back onto the bed...
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Sam slept on the sofa bed and felt so achy, that he chose to get up at three in the morning but, seeing his elder in a deep sleep, he decided to go for a drive!
He drove for what felt like miles and miles but eventually parked up outside a twenty-four-hour coffee shop, why anyone would need coffee twenty-four-seven, was beyond Sam. Though, after seeing it was only half past four, he was very happy to see such a place.
Once inside, he pulled out a silver bank card that read 'MR LEONARD B KOBANE', he went to the till "Hello..."
A young blonde turned around and smiled "What can I get you?"
Sam was taken aback by this girl, and how much she looked like Jessica?! Jessica was his first love, he never wanted this life of hunting, and constantly watching his back, and he made sure John and Dean knew it! He left and went to college, and that's when he met Jessica Moore. She never knew about his Family, and he never intended to tell because that wasn't his life until...
Again, Chuck can help you out!
Sam's jaw dropped as the memory of her gutted on the ceiling flooded back to him.
"Sir" She waved her hand in front of him.
Sam snapped out of it "Black, two sugars" He handed her the card and then took a seat by the Window.
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Half past five in the morning and Dean comes out of the bathroom in just his black boxers...
"Hello, Dean," Castiel spoke, his voice matched that of a robot.
The older Winchester was not impressed. He was not embarrassed in the slightest because Dean was practically a model and even with death, he's still physically wonderous. "Son of a bitch. Cas, it's too early for your sorry's and can'ts!" He sighed, walking over to the kettle.
"I understand!"
The Winchester half-heartedly chuckled "Do you Castiel? Do you?" He turned around to an empty room and gritted his teeth "Understand my ass, if you did, you wouldn't leave!!!"
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Sam had been sitting daydreaming about Jess, if the story had played out like he initially planned, what life would have looked like?
"Sir, would you like anything else?" Spoke the Jess look-a-like, whose name was Gabriella.
He stood up, doubling the blonde's size, and checked the clock, it was seven A.M., and Dean's bound to be up and gunning for Sam's blood for taking 'Baby'. Sam nodded with a smile "Cherry pie."
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An hour later, Sam enters room 303 with a box in hand "Dean..." He calls out.
His elder comes out of the bathroom in nothing but a white towel around his waist and beads of water running down his chest "Where were you?"
"Getting you pie!" He laughed and put the box on the table.
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