Supernatural Finale Season 15

The Final Hurrah

"WHAT?!" Dean yelled in a panicked state as he stared wide eyed at Castiel.

"I said, 'the air we're breathing right now, is all we have left,'" Castiel grumbled and looked at Dean with a slightly tilted head.

"No, I know what you said... It's just... How do we get out?" Dean raised his hand in front of Cas as his eyelids fluttered slightly upon reflex.

"Dean, I'm not sure that's a smart idea," Castiel dipped his neck but his ocean blue eyes remained in contact with Dean's.

"You JUST said that we're running out of oxygen and the first action you take is to stay here and do jack squat!? I'm sorry, but I'm not following!?" Dean shouted as he threw his hands around to enhance his sarcasm.

Sam and Dean both noticed the shift in attitude that Castiel had to this particular issue as he lowered his head to the ground with a shameful glare.

"Look. We're gonna die in here unless we figure out a plan B," Dean said sternly but with a slightly calmer tone as he cupped his forehead in his calloused hands.

"The radiation from the nuclear bomb has obviously contaminated the air outside, and if you go out there... You will die a most painful death," Castiel informed them with a shimmer of torment and regret in his beautiful eyes.

"Well aint that a lovely image," Dean spoke ironically as he walked mindlessly towards the door they had entered not too long ago.

"What about everyone else? If the air is contaminated... Then how many people are still in the land of the living?" Sam said as he too locked eye contact with the resisting Castiel.

The pain and torture in Sam's eyes revealed the trauma he had been inflicting on himself emotionally. Regardless of how he tells Dean not the blame everything on himself, in times like these, it hurts more to resist the perceived truth.

Cas closed his eyes softly as he felt his eyelashes brush up against his cheeks. He looked out amongst the dying population and searched desperately for any sign of life.

It burned Cas on the inside to even think about what had become of God's wonderful creation.

"Even with my limited power, I can only sense four life signs. Everyone and everything else... is deceased," Castiel choked silently on hidden tears as he felt a sickening knot form in his gut.

"Wait, there's only three of us here? So, who's the fourth?" Sam spoke in a curious tone as the skin in between his eyebrows wrinkled spontaneously.

"There's another man. He's built himself a safe house... Although, just like us, he is trapped," Castiel said with a gravelly tone. He sounded surprised and slightly joyed at first until realising the man will share the same fate as the rest of humanity.

"What does this man look like? We may know him and maybe, just maybe we could try and get a message across," Sam said as his eyes once again filled with a slight glimmer of hope.

Castiel placed his index and middle fingers to his temples as he bowed his head down to the ground. His eyes squinted in the corners and his eyebrows were pulled together which caused a winkle in the skin in between.

"He is quite old, somewhere in his 70's... He has thin yellow hair... No wait, make that a yellow wig... And he appears to be wearing a sweater and tracksuit pants with green bills printed on them..." Castiel struggled to communicate despite his mouth opening wide with every word.

"If you tell me that he is spending his last minutes bathing in a tub full of cash..." Dean grumbled sarcastically but his mouth refused to finish the end of the sentence.

"No. He is sitting on a golden object. I think it may be a toilet... Ooo strange... His face has been contorted into a shape that I believe has been labelled by adolescents as 'the duck face,'" Castiel observed and with his head still anchored towards the ground.

Dean and Sam let out a small chuckle as they at looked eachother in obvious recognition. Dean rolled his eyes dramatically with a cheeky smile and then turned to face Cas.

"He wouldn't happen to be the president of the United States would he," Sam asked rhetorically once Castiel rose his head to meet their gaze.

"Yes, he is. How did you know that? Did you have another vision Sam?" Castiel stepped forward with worry displayed on his features from head to toe.

"No, no, I'm fine Cas. The duck face... it's just, a stereotypical trademark of his," Sam answered in small increments as another small chuckle escaped his lips.

"Oh, okay," Castiel looked slightly bummed but mostly embarrassed.

"Well regardless of his status, there really is nothing useful that he can do. Communication lines are down and it's not like he can magically snap his fingers and decontaminate the air," Castiel rambled on with flaying arms as Dean and Sam averted their stares to him upon his last sentence.

"Can't you do that? I mean, you are an angel?" Sam said with his breath caught in his throat. Although, the way he said it may have come off a little more direct and slightly harsher than he expected.

"No. Not even an archangel has the power to undo all of this," Castiel reassured him as he crossed his arms over his chest.

The three of them stood silently as their smiles slowly but surely leaked off of their lips and turned into a concentrated frown.

Realisation was dawning on them and it was undoubtedly becoming harder for them to accept. The Winchester's have never been known to give up and lay down their arms, but this time they had no other choice.

"Well I dunno about you, but I need a beer," Dean groaned as he trod out of the cramped enclosure and into the less claustrophobic hallway.

Sam and Cas followed closely behind as they passed multiple doors before reaching the kitchen.

Dean waltzed over to the fridge as Sam and Cas slouched comfortably on opposite sides of the table.

"Hey Cas, you want one?" Dean called out as he held out three brown bottles which were lodged between his fingers.

"Yeah, why not," Cas answered, but he sounded as if he were only giving himself this pleasure because he had been emotionally defeated; and craved these last few good moments with his boys.

One last drink for the three Winchesters.

Dean chucked Sam his bottle from across the room as his eyes traced it mid-air before landing in Sam's large hands. He then sat down comfortably beside Cas and slid the bottle to his left.

Dean's neck jolted back smoothly as he took a swig of beer, gulping it down as if it were nothing.

Sam copied Dean's actions almost immediately and began to screw the cap off. Soon they were all mindlessly gazing ahead of them into empty space with only brief moments where they'd lock eye contact.

Dean found purpose in his life through fulfilling his father's wishes and protecting Sam no matter what the cost. Although it was too painful for Dean to look into his little brother's hazel eyes as they sat hopelessly and desperately at their table.

Dean's mind was plagued with his relentless thoughts, surrounded by the dead silence which encompassed the room.

They were soon approaching a fate that was sealed in stone as their final Hurrah.

But Dean just couldn't bear the thought that this time, he wouldn't be able to save his brother.

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