"Welcome to the end," Chuck stated emotionally before he disappeared taking with him the light and bringing about the end to the Winchester's world. Within seconds, cracks of raw energy from Hell's souls rising to the surface starting racing to combine in a single focus point. However, before anything could come of it, two pulses of power spread across the graveyard and continued onward. The first pulse brought back the light of the sun and the second forced the converging souls of Hell deep down within its levels preventing their escape.
"What the hell just happened?" Dean questioned squinting in the brightness of the newly returned sun while trying to locate the source of the waves of power.
"I do not recognize who that power originated from," started Castiel unsure "but it almost felt... familiar." Castiel tilted his head to the side as he considered the turn of events.
Sam hesitated before he asked, "Do you think it could be Amara?"
Dean snorted from where he had kneeled beside Jack's body, "No," he said quietly as he fixed Jack's hair, "I would've felt her return. Besides, Cas said he didn't recognize the power. Whoever flipped the switch back on, it wasn't Amara and it sure as hell wasn't Chuck."
Sam hummed in agreement as he continued theorizing on who could have 'flipped the switch back on'. The two humans and the angel worked in silence as they gathered the now useless gun and prepared Jack's body for the ride back to the bunker. There was no talk of burning the body. Not even one of them had the heart to do such a thing. It was an unspoken truth which they all knew.
As Dean drove the impala and its occupants along the road, a voice interrupted their individual grieving. "Well, wh--"
Whatever the female voice was going to say was cut off as Dean swerved to the side of the road as he let out a string of expletives. "Shit! Billie, you need..."
"I don't need to do anything for you, Dean Winchester." Billie commented irritated before stopping Dean's attempt to speak with saying, "What has you three so morose?"
"Morose?" Dean questioned Billie slightly incredulously.
"Morose, Dean" Castiel interjected in a deadpan voice. "It means sullen, ill-tempered, or mournful."
"I know what it means, Cas" Dean said exhaustedly, "What I'm wondering is how Death doesn't get how family dying can make one a little irritable." Dean glared at Billie while he spoke as the recently appointed Death just smirked in response.
"Now, Dean, there's no need for hostility. Actually, I was expecting a warmer welcome considering I'm working with the Empty on returning Jack back to you lot."
Dean, Sam, and Castiel exchanged hopeful yet warry glances. After a moment of silence, Dean voiced the question all three for asking but hesitant to ask... "What do you want?"
A/N: Sorry the first chapter is a little short. This is just the set up. The next one will be longer. Please vote and comment. I'd like to hear what you all think and what you think I could improve.
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The Descent of the Light
FanfictionThe former Death said that he would reap God too. That wasn't a statement of fact but a threat made to God before creation. Unexpectedly, Chuck's current apocalypse is halted by an unknown force which all major powers are racing to find. Will this n...
