The Dangel (A Supernatural Story)

Unfortunate Solutions

The bunker was depressing. Tyler spent most of his time resting. Chuck was on the couch, wrapped in a large blanket, looking terrible, talking to Rowena while Crowley drank every form of alcohol that was available to him. I couldn't get any sleep, the war we lost ended up fueling my nightmares. I sat at the table, across from Sam in an unusual silence. Dean walked over and ruffled my hair before sitting next tome with a bowl of cereal and a beer.

"I was going to go out later, wanna come?" He asked. I looked over at him and shrugged.

"Dean, we need to think of a plan. You can't just 'go out'." Sam protested. Dean looked over at him.

"We're out of beer." He said plainly.

"God is dying. We need to do something!" Sam yelled. "You heard Chuck, if he goes, the whole Earth is doomed!" Dean looked away from his brother, an angry look settling in on his face.

"We already tried everything. Lucifer's gone. Crowley and Rowena can't do much of anything to help. God is dying. I don't want to fight anymore."Dean snapped.

Sam and I just stared at him.

"We lost. We tried our best, and we lost." He said. "The least we can do is stop being so depressed." He stood up and walked out of the bunker, slamming the door behind him. I put my head on the table and let out a long breath.

"We can't give up."Sam stood up, closing his laptop. I looked up and watched him walk off. Then, somewhere far off in the bunker I heard a door open and slam. Sam left. I put my hands over my face and rubbed my eyes intensely. Trying to rub away the tears I felt coming. Everything was falling apart. And, for the thousandth time since we got back to the bunker, I reached out to Beelzebub, only to get nothing in return.

I moped around the bunker until I ran into Chuck, who was getting up to stretch his legs after Rowena got up and walked to the kitchen, giving my shoulder a friendly pat as she passed. Crowley was drinking excessively somewhere in the other room, listening in and grumbling to himself.

"How're you feeling?" I asked Chuck, watching him sit back down moments after he had gotten up.

"I've been better." He offered a small smile, motioning for me to sit down next to him.

"Are you really going to die?" I asked, taking a seat. He nodded in silence and I curled up on the far end of the couch. "Is there anything we can do?" I asked him. He shrugged.

"Without me, the scale will tip... everything will spill out and fall over." He leaned back against the couch.

"I wish... I wish there was a way to empty the scale completely." I muttered, laying my head down on the arm of the couch.

Chuck's head seemed to snap towards me.

"What do you mean?"He asked. I glanced at him.

"If... we can't save you. Then... we'd have to kill Amara." I sat up straight now. "I don't want to hurt anyone, even if she is evil. But... she's going to hurt so many other people." I ran a hand through my hair. I felt a hand grab my arm, I looked over into Chuck's eyes.

"I think you may have just saved the world." He smiled. I blinked in confusion. He forced himself up. "Go catch up with Sam. I'll get Rowena. And when Dean and Castiel come back, wake Tyler and tell them all to come in here."He said, walking off slowly. I didn't know what I said that sparked this in him, heck I didn't even know that Castiel was with Dean.But... God has spoken. So I got up and grabbed my coat as I sprinted out of the bunker in pursuit of Sam.

We all met in the main hall at the large table where most of our meetings took place. Sam had thought of the same thing I had though of, only he did his research. If we gathered enough souls, we could make a bomb. But we'd need a spell to turn those souls into a bomb. That's where Rowena came in. She had a spell, but the amount of souls...