This is the End ~ Destiel

Chapter 1 - An Unfamiliar Face

Sam Winchester always wanted a normal life. He spent his entire youth hating the life he was forced into. He wanted to learn how to roast a turkey – not a corpse. But despite his resentment for this life, he eventually learned to love it. He was a legendary hunter. And he needed Dean Winchester much more than a dog and a picket fence.

Dean was truly an incredible brother. He was both mother and father to little Sammy throughout their early years. He always put him first. No matter what. But Dean was a fantastic hunter, as well. While Sam had some advantages like strength and speed that made him a statistically better hunter, Dean was even more frightening. He was merciless, a better fighter, and willing let the world burn to protect his family. Before, it's always been an easy choice. Sam, then Cas, then the rest of the world. But now, that decision may not be so easy anymore.

Thursday Morning, June 6, 2019

It was a rather warm afternoon. Sam, Dean, and Castiel were in Baby, cruising down the highway. Dean was tapping along the wheel to some old CCR tape. Sam had the seat reclined, and took a risk with his long legs stretched out so he could rest his feet on the dashboard while he slept. Dean shouted at first, but couldn't manage to push them down, so Sam endured a crisp smack on the back of his head. Castiel was sitting silently in the backseat.

As the trio crossed into Virginia, Cas broke his gaze from the right-side window to look forward and decided to break the silence. "How far are we?" He asked. 

Dean exhaled through his nose, checking a sign on the side of the road. It was royal blue, which displayed the distance to the nearest town by miles. "Probably just a couple hours. Maybe less." 

Cas nodded, his gaze returning to the window. "What are we hunting, again?"

"Probably just your run-of-the-mill ghost." Dean hesitated to continue, scratching the back of his neck. "There's some old inn that started to get reconstructed when some murders went down on the construction workers. I figured that since the worst thing that happened in that town was a couple of bar fights, this had to be something a little more fishy." 

Cas' brow furrowed, his head tilted. "Dean..." He said. "There's nothing to really suggest a case here." 

Dean sighed. "Look, I know it's a long shot, Cas. Just-" He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. "We need a break." 

Realization hit Cas as he nodded. "Oh.. I understand." He said, and Dean half-smiled. "You know, I haven't been to a beach in a few centuries."

"Well, we're gonna fix that."

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Thursday Afternoon, June 6, 2019

The boys arrived at Rosewood, Virginia a little after noon. They pulled their bags out of the trunk, and Dean closed it. He led them into a cute little house, just a few blocks from the beach. The porch had a few rocking chairs and a glass coffee table. Seashells lined the railing up the staircase. Sam turned to Dean with a smile.

"This is incredible." He praised. Dean looked down, flushing.

"Yeah, well. There's either this or some stuffy hotel. Quiet town." He was right, of course. Rosewood was a small town. There were some shops by the dock, and a few other shops and places scattered through town. It used to be a busy town back in the fifties as everyone would drive through to get the ferry over to the city, but then they built a bridge a few miles away. Nobody came through anymore, and everything was old fashioned here. A town lost in time.

Sam, Dean, and Cas entered the house, and it was even more beautiful on the inside. Obviously, it was all sea themed.  The living room had an old TV, with a DVD player connected. Next to that was a black bookshelf, chock full of classic books and travel guides. There were two chairs and a two-seater couch. The dining room was next, with a gorgeous china cabinet and polished black dining table. Finally was the kitchen. It was connected to the dining room with a mini-bar. It was cute and spacious, with wooden cabinets and slightly outdated appliances.