Supernatural Finale Season 15

Livin' Like You Were Dyin'

"So, there are zombies, demons and everything we've ever ganked, running loose on earth and we have no chance against them all. Great, just great," Dean grunted angrily as he dipped his head and placed his sweaty palms on the surface of the wooden table.

"We can't just give up Dean. We'll find a way to fix this, and as crazy as it sounds, I think God is our only hope at the moment," Sam said subtly whilst flailing his arms about to match his words.

He sat comfortably in one of the old, creaky wooden seats which rested beside the living room table.

"God?! You mean the son of a bitch who started the apocalypse in the first place! Yeah, smart plan!" Dean grumbled sarcastically.

"It's the only one we got," Sam returned with a guilt-ridden shimmer in his eyes.

"So wait, if hell's no longer running the show, what about heaven? Have the angels fallen too?" Dean instinctively craned his neck to the left where Castiel was standing with a stiff and frozen posture.

"No, heaven's still intact; but angel radio is down," Castiel replied after pinning his fingers to his temple for a few excruciatingly quiet seconds.

"Well that's just fantastic," Dean commented sarcastically as he breathed through the gaps in his fingers which were now cupped helplessly to his face.

Suddenly an echo of fists pounding on a large metallic object radiated through the bunker which caused the boys to turn their heads towards the source in astonishment.

"There's at least 30 out there," Castiel informed them.

"But we're safe in here right? Can the warding keep them out?" Sam felt his face morph into an expression of curiosity and panic.

"Yes. Despite the past warding failures, these life forms seem to have limited brain capacity," Castiel spoke orderly as he walked steadily over to the table the boys were sitting at.

He straightened his elbow and created a gap in his sleeve as the angel blade glided into his grasp. Castiel raised the triple edged blade and placed it down on the table with a loud CLANK.

"How many people out there do you think have died... because of us," Dean reminisced and sulked through his clingy palms.

"Dean," Sam attempted to reassure his brother but was interrupted.

"After all, we WERE the ones who started the damn apocalypse in the first place," Dean muttered as he pulled out a chair and slumped into it like a bag of jelly.

"You weren't the one who set off the detonator or started the 'end of the world' timer. That was Chuck. He's to blame for all this, not you, nor me," Sam defended his brother with a stern but uncertain look in his eyes.

"If I'd have pulled that damn trigger when I had the chance, millions of innocent people would still be alive!" Dean growled as he smashed his fists into the desk.

"Yeah maybe they would... But I would've lost you too. And that's... I... I just can't, cause... I've already lost too much" Sam felt a burning pain in his chest as a tear pricked his cheek.

Sam and Dean sat in their rendition of absolute silence, with the exception of the zombies outside. Castiel felt the tension in the air, not just emotionally but physically. It was an anxiety which was left unspoken. It encompassed not only the room but the entire planet.

"Guys, somethings wrong," Castiel broke the emotional tension between the boys with his troubled tone.

"It's angel radio... There's... Oh no," Castiel stuttered with his fingers glued to his temple.

"What is it?! Cas, what's wrong?!" Sam leapt out of his seat and ran over to the struggling angel.

Dean followed closely behind with a look of widespread panic and concern on his face.

"It's Agla, she's... She's trying to tell me something," Castiel struggled to concentrate on Sam's questions as well as comprehend Agla's warnings.

"What is she trying to tell you?!... Cas?!" Dean yearned for answers but still showed consideration for the needs of his best friend.

"No this can't be happening!" Castiel yelled as his head was thrown forward and out of his trance.

"What can't be happening?! Talk to us Cas?!" Dean placed a firm hand on Castiel's back for comfort.

"Look at the news! Now!" Castiel glanced at the boys with absolute hysteria and horror as he gave the order.

Sam and Dean rushed over to the table as Sam crashed into his seat and opened the lid of his laptop.

Dean stood hovering over Sam's broad shoulders and Castiel followed Dean to the opposite side.

The first article which popped up on google featured a story on the video of a channel 7 news broadcaster which had gone viral.

Sam clicked the article as Dean averted his eyes to a sentence above the photograph which read 'The Apocalypse is Nye!'

"What the hell?!" Sam exclaimed with a petrified tone as he viewed the opening paragraph.

'Government's plan to wipe out zombie threat with army grade nuclear explosives BACKFIRES! Will this be our final day on Earth?'

"Well how do we know this isn't just..." Dean's voice was obstructed as a tremor caused the Bunker to shake violently.

"Dean, I don't think this is fake news," Sam said with unease as he looked up at his brother.

"This may actually be the end of the world."

This is only chapter 1 of my new fan fic which will be both my reader's as well as MY rendition of a cool way Supernatural Season 15 could end.

I have it all planned out from start to finish and am really excited to jump straight into chapter 2! It is 1:30am here in Australia right now so that sorta goes to show how dedicated and excited I was towards writing this😁

I hope u guys like this chapter and if u did plz give it a VOTE & COMMENT😘

Love u my beautiful sinners! See u in chapter 2!😍😈😁