Supernatural Preferences and Imagines

The End- Team Free Will

THERE'S A NEW EPISODE OF SUPERNATURAL TONIGHT RECORDING IN THREE HOURS! (My time, at least.)

BTW, this chapter doesn't have you in it.

It was an open field. The sun was lowering on the horizon, causing the sky to be a warm glow of oranges and reds. It was the type of day where normal people would be walking across a beach or a nearby park. They wouldn't know of the battle that had been going on.

The grass was littered with the corpses of angels, demons, and the Darkness. In the middle of it all, sat two brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester, a beautiful 1967 Chevy Impala, and a fallen angel, Castiel.

The Winchesters grew up believing they were ordinary humans, despite being hunters of the supernatural and having multiple experiences with demon blood and other things of the sort... They were so wrong. These boys grew into legends and heroes; the type you would read about in books or see on TV.

At the moment, their backs were resting against each other's and the noise of labored breathing drifted through the air. There wasn't much else to be heard, except the tune of "Carry on Wayward Son" by Kansas playing softly from the Impala.

Dean, the older brother, looked up. His vision was blurry, but it was clear enough to see his surroundings. His beloved "Baby" parked a couple yards away. He smiled at her beautiful antique form; somehow, she managed to escape the battle unscathed. Not a single scratch on her paint. That '67 Chevy was built to last. She was most definitely badass (even when she was above forty). But, the most important thing about that car was that it was the Winchesters' home. They didn't always have a roof and four walls over their heads; they had her.

Dean then looked to the right, the angel, Castiel, met his gaze.

"Dean," he rasped, struggling to move forwards. Blood dripped from his mouth and nose. The angel outstretched a hand, both brothers were badly wounded, he was desperate to get to them and heal them before it was too late. After all, he felt responsible for their injuries. He should have never said yes to being Lucifer's vessel. It was a stupid decision but at least the Darkness was dead. The fallen archangel kept his word, but what chaos he released afterwards...

"Cas, no," the older Winchester responded, there was a bitterness in his tone, "save yourself."

The angel looked taken aback, his blue eyes glinted in the dying light.

"What's it worth then?" he slumped. "I'd rather die than not be able to heal you, my death won't be long now anyways-"

Castiel dropped his gaze to an angel's blade that had been impaled in his stomach, his grace was slowly seeping out of the puncture. A demon had stabbed him during the battle, not realizing that he had already overpowered and cast out Lucifer from his vessel.

"Cas," Dean sighed, he felt Sam turn behind him. Knowing his brother was listening, the older Winchester held his tongue and refrained from speaking. There was so many things he wanted to say, but he wasn't that good at telling his feelings to the world.

"I need you, Dean," the angel said, sensing that his 'friend' did not want to speak. "I need you to let me heal you. Your life has always been more important than mine. I'm expendable; you're not. I said yes to Lucifer believing it was the right thing-"

"-I need you too, Cas," the older Winchester interrupted, not caring about saying what was on his mind anymore. Dean felt tears sting at his eyes as he looked at his treasured angel. He didn't want to deny his feelings for Castiel anymore.

"Just say you love each other," Sam coughed a shaky laugh, then flinched with the pain that followed, he had been slashed across the chest by the group of angels and reapers that had formed against the brothers.

"Guess it's now or never," Dean groaned, a blush rising to his cheeks, "Castiel Winchester, I love you."

The angel smiled, though color was draining from his face, he opened his mouth to speak. "Dean Winchester, I-" his eyes lolled up in his head and he collapsed to the ground. There was a burst of white light and once it faded, Castiel was just lying there. Broken wings were burned into the grass at his side. The Winchesters bit back sobs upon looking at their fallen friend, realizing how much he had actually done for them throughout the past years.

"Goodbye, Cas," Dean whispered, remembering all of the times the angel had said 'Hello, Dean.'

"Dean?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, Sammy?"

"I'm proud of us." The younger Winchester rested his back on Dean's shoulder, blood dripping down his forehead. "I guess I should say-" he coughed, "-thank you for everything you've done."

"Stop with the chick flick moments," Dean chuckled then hesitated. "Love you too, Sam."

The brothers sat in silence, letting their victory settle in with silent tears streaming down their faces. It didn't feel like victory. Castiel was dead. Everyone they ever knew and loved were dead. Now, they knew it was their turn to join them. Whether it was in Heaven, Hell, or... somewhere else, it was their turn.

"Sammy?" Dean called once the sun had finally set. There was no response, only more weight slacking against him.

His little brother had died already.

The remaining Winchester tried to hold back more tears, but a stubborn one streamed down his cheek, plopping gently onto his bloodied leg. Before he knew it, sobs were racking through his body. It hurt with all of his wounds, but he could do nothing about it.

"Alright then," he sighed shakily, feeling the pain from his wounds wash away like footprints on a beach, he let the final tear fall. Dean looked up to the stars and rested his head against his brother's, thinking of all the good they had done growing up, saving people, hunting things. Every memory that was semi-happy with friends who were more like family. Indeed, the hunter's life was the family business.

It was finally time for him to it go.

"Alright," he said once more, "Goodnight, Sammy."

At the moment of his passing, music in the Impala stopped playing, and everything went quiet.

I almost cried writing this.

This is kind of how I want Supernatural to end, if it ends. (Which, clearly, we don't want it to!) Based off Jared Padalecki responding to, "If the boys had to die a permanent death, how would it happen?" Which he answered, "Together. Or not at all."

And Jensen saying that he wanted the show to end, "guns blazing."

I wanted it to be Cas or Dean that said, "Goodbye, Dean" or "Goodbye, Cas," just because of Cas', "Hello, Dean."

Same with the "Goodnight, Sammy," because those were the first words we heard Dean say on the show.