Another Life / Book Ten / The Life Series / Supernatural

Alpha and Omega

I was getting worried about everything when I didn't hear anything all night and into the sunrise. I walked outside of the bunker, looking around, turning around to look at the sun, looking on in shock. I took out my phone, calling Dean.

"Ness? You okay?"

"Yeah. What about you guys? I'm getting worried over here."

"Well, it's a long story. But, uh... Amara ripped Lucifer out of Cas's body."

"And put him where?"

"I don't know. But she did something to Chuck. Ness... God is dying."

"Well, that explains the sun."

"What?"

"Just curious. Has anyone bothered to look outside?"

I looked at the sun.

The sun was burning brightly. The sky around it was bright red/orange, as if it was one fire.

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I walked into the bunker, down into the map room where Aiden was on the floor, playing with a few toys.

"What the hell is it? It looks like the sun is..."

"Dying."

"Why would Amara do that?"

"The sun is the source of all life on Earth. Without it, everything just... just wastes away."

"Hang on. We're getting out of here. We're coming to you."

Sam, Dean, Castiel, Chuck, Crowley and Rowena appeared.

Aiden looked up, frowning at the sight of Crowley and Rowena and the feeling he got from them, uneasy, whimpering.

I picked up Aiden, holding him close.

Chuck put a hand on Aiden's shoulder, calming him down instantly.

I looked at Chuck worriedly. "Are you okay?"

"Still got a few tricks up my sleeve," Chuck told us. "I'm not dead yet."

Chuck started to collapse.

Sam caught him. "Oh, whoa. Okay. I got you."

"I should probably sit down," Chuck told us.

"Yeah," Sam agreed. "Come on." He helped Chuck sit down in a chair. "All right. Okay."

"What do we do now?" Castiel asked.

Dean paused for a moment, walking into the kitchen, pulling out a six-pack of beer out of the fridge. He picked up a beer, twisting the lid off, letting it clatter on the table, taking a drink.

Sam, Dean, Castiel and I walked into the kitchen toward him.

"Really?" I asked skeptically.

Dean sighed. "Really." Sam shook his head, scoffing. "What? We hit Amara with everything we got, and she walked it off."

"So, it's last call?" I asked.

Dean took a drink. "That's right. Look, guys. If you've got something for me to punch, shoot, or kill, let me know, and I'll do it. I'll do it till I die. But how are we supposed to fix the freaking sun?"

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