I need to I need to rant about this friggen spn finale. And not because of the finale-- but because of the fandom. Ya’ll are killing me.
Why does everyone seem so surprised that this show ended with Sam and Dean? This show has always been about the two of them-- It started with them, it makes sense that it would end with them-- and the whole friggen middle was about them, too. Were Cas and Jack a huge part? Yes. Obviously. But everyone in the show acknowledged that if push came to shove the brothers would always choose each other over the world. The whole ordeal with Chuck only proved that-- they only sacrificed each other after the had sacrificed the world-- they had nothing left to give up but their relationship. Thats the only reason they offered it.
Also-- no offence, this show has always, always prioritized platonic love over romantic? If Destiel became canon, Castiel would have died within the next episode or so because that's what happens to all the love interests ever. And this is also my problem with wincest-- it would have never been romantic. The main emotions of this show have never been romantic. The only time they ever were was with Jess and she literally died in the first episode.
Also also, their endings were very fitting? Deans happy ending was to live his life with Sam, and he did. Sam’s happy ending was to live a normal life. He did. And in the end, they both were together in Heaven. (not as soul mates, because jack ripped down the walls and stuff buts thats a diff discussion) This is the only way they would have both managed to get their happy ending, and be together in the end.
Obviously, the finale had its problems. But yall are acting like this finale was the worst thing in the world. Like they completely uprooted the whole point of the show. Chill. Thats not the problem with it. Its like, the opposite-- Cass is with Jack, Dean is with Sam, everybody’s happy. I love vanilla but this is like, the classic metaphoric vanilla ending.
The whole relationship between the brothers is Sam learning to Prioritize Dean’s form of love-- his co-dependency and over protectiveness, while Dean learns to respect Sam’s form of love, a little more independent and based on trust. Instead they both get their form of love, instead of giving it up to show that they love each other more than they love their... love. I hope that made sense.
Thus, they both get what they want and don’t have to give up a part of themselves for each other. Its too much cake.
Regardless, it was still a fairy tale level of happy endings.
Edit: this whole last part I added like two seconds after I posted sorry
There was literally no other way to end the show, and adding a secondary relationship, like cas and/or jack would have taken away from the fact that the show has always been about them. The only time they came close to introducing a secondary relationship was when they showed Bobby, but even then he was just there to explain the perfectness of haven. He was a good character choice for that role because he was important to Dean, but that role wasn’t created because of his importance to Dean.
I keep reading posts about how the theme was found family-- also lies. This show was never about Found family or real family-- It’s A Terrible Life (Dean Smith and Sam Wesson ep) shows us that its not about how they’re related by blood-- it’s just because they’re Sam and Dean. Sam and Dean choose each other over their parents too. Blood has nothing to do with it. Cass and Jack show that it’s not about found Family. because they choose each other over that too. and Adam shows us it’s not about brotherly love.
So in the end, obviously it was going to end with Sam and Dean. Other than Bobby and like, child dean, no one else is in the episode. Because it’s not about romance, and its not about family, it’s about Sam and Dean. It’s always been about Sam and Dean. When did people lose sight of this?
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First Attempt at a Fanfic. Please let me know what yall think.
“Don’t you think it’s time boys? The sweet release of death?” Billie hisses with a coy smile, running her scythe down the wall as she calmly chases Castiel and Dean through the Bunker. They were never out of her sight for too long, not since they left Death's Library.
Castiel pulls Dean into a storage room in the basement, helping Dean lean against one of the shelves before digging in Dean's pocket for his knife. Finding it, the angel cuts his palm and starts drawing warding on the door.
As Billie approaches the door, the warding glows a deep red, signifying that it was completed.
Castiel turns to Dean as he asks, “Did it work?”
Dean nods silently, standing straighter as the pain subsides. He turns and looks at Cas, a pained smile in his face.
Castiel lets out a sigh of relief, but it's short lived as Billie starts banging on the door.
“Will…. Will it hold?” Dean asks Castiel, turning to stare at the door. He had squared his shoulder, preparing for a fight.
Castiel nods. “It will hold for a short period of time.... but it will not hold for long.” He says, moving so Dean would turn to look at him. “And once it stops holding, we will fight."
“This is all my fault.” Dean says quietly, shaking his head. “I couldn’t hurt Chuck, so I led us into another trap. I n-needed something to kill because it is all I know how to do. And now everyone is going to die and....and I can’t stop it. She's going to break through that warding and kill you. A-and then she's gonna kill me.”
Dean looks up to Cas' eyes, his own eyes filling up with tears. “And no one can stop her.”
Castiel goes to speak when he blinks, a memory making itself known. A last resort of ideas. “There is…. There is one thing that can beat her. One thing that she is afraid of.” He takes a deep breath. “I made a deal with The Empty in order to bring Jack back.”
Dean stares at Castiel, his eyes wide in disbelief. “You... made a what?”
“The deal was my life for Jack's,” Cas explains. “When I finally experience true happiness, the empty will come and take me forever.”
Dean shakes his head “Why…. Cas, why are you telling me this now?”
“I always wondered, ever since I took that burden, that curse, I wondered what it could be? What my true happiness could even look like.” Castiel looks at Dean with a fondness that Dean has rarely seen. “I… never found an answer, because the one thing I want... It's something I know I can't have. But I think I know... I think I know now. Happiness isn't having, it's being. It's in just saying it.” Cas says, his own eyes start tearing up.
Dean looks at Cas. “What are you talking about, Cas?” he says, his voice filled with desperation as he tried to piece together Cas' words. But he knew exactly what Cas was saying.
“I know how you see yourself Dean.” Cas continues. “‘You are destructive, angry, broken. You are simply ‘Daddy’s blunt instrument’ and that you think it’s the anger and hate that drives you, that… that’s who you are.’” He swallows hard as he fights back his tears.
“But it’s not, and everyone who knows you sees it. Everything you have done- the good and the bad- you have done for love. You raised your brother for love. You fight for the entire world for the sake of love. That is who you truly are.”
Dean's face looks like it's struggling to hold back all emotion, not wanting to lose Cas.
“You are the most caring, selfless, loving human being that I will ever know. Ever since I met you, you have been changing me. Because of you, I cared about you. About Sam and Jack. I cared about the whole world because of you.”
Dean's despair crashes over him as a tear finally falls down Cas' face, crashing on the floor.
“You have changed me Dean.” The angel finishes.
“Why does this sound like a goodbye?” Dean asks quietly, his voice wrecked beyond repair. There was nothing to fix the pain he felt. The one person who said they would never leave… was finally leaving him. For good.
“Because, it is.” Castiel admits, tears falling freely now.
He takes in a shaky breath as he smiles widely. “I love you, Dean Winchester.” Cas says, watching the Empty start to ooze into the room as the door behind him breaks down.
“Cas-” Dean starts saying, opening his mouth to continue and keep Castiel here. However, he stops when Cas places his hand on his shoulder, over the brand he had made those many years ago when he pulled the righteous man from hell. Dean's words catch in his throat, choking softly as his eyes become watery with tears.
“Goodbye, Dean.” Cas says, pushing Dean to the wall as the Empty takes Billie. Dean tumbles to the floor, his mind heavy with Cas' words as he watches the angel. No. His angel. Castiel.
Castiel smiles as the Empty wraps its tendrils around him and sucks him into the darkness.
Dean sits up, in shock as he runs his hands through his hair and the tears in his eyes finally fall. “I never got to say it back.” He finally whispers to the silent room.
Sam and Jack arrive back at the bunker a few hours later, the building silent and still. Dean hasn’t moved from the basement.
“DEAN!” Sam screams, hoping his brother is still here.
Dean stands slowly, heading upstairs to the Library where his brother and Jack were.
Jack looks at Dean as he enters the room, his head tilted slightly in a similar way Cas would have.“Where... is Castiel?” He asks, looking behind him. Jack was expecting Cas to be coming up right behind him.
Dean shakes his head. “I lost him. That damn son of a bitch sacrificed himself for me.” He says quietly, his voice sounding pained.
Sam pats Dean’s back. “I lost Eileen…” He says softly, “...and Gabriel.”
“This....This is different." Dean shakes his head. "You got to tell her that you loved her. I didn’t tell him ANYTHING!” He screams before storming off to his room, slamming the door behind him.
Jack tries to go after Dean, but Sam puts his arm out to stop his action.
“He needs some space, Jack. That is what we will give him.” Sam says softly, looking at the kid with a sad smile and a nod.
Jack frowns but nods back, following Sam into the library as they search for a way to bring everyone back.
Dean sits in his room, taking his phone out of his pocket. His head races as he stares at the screen, pressing a button and putting it to his ear.
“Hello Dean.” Cas’ voice says through the phone's speaker. “I noticed we were running low on food in the bunker, so I went on a supply run. I purchased beer and some pie for you. They were out at the store we normally go to… so I had to go a bit further than usual, but I didn’t forget the pie this time.”
“End of Current Message.” The automated voice says. Dean presses another button, his jaw clenched hard as tears fill his eyes.
“Hello, Dean. I think I found a case for you and Sam. There seems to be victims missing their hearts in Dodge City. I know you’re probably excited, after all, I know how much you love cowboys.” Dean smiles when Cas chuckles in the recording. “I will meet you there, and I will be sure to bring the hat you bought for me last time. Oh and, I still have my badge. After all, I’m your huckleberry.”
“End of Message.”
Dean brings his knees to his chest, trying his best to hold back his tears. “Dammit, Cas. Why do you have to be so damn selfless? Why did you- why did you have to go sacrificing yourself?” He says softly into the empty room. He takes off his jacket, running his fingers gently along Cas’ bloody handprint. He lays his hand over the dried print on the shoulder before placing it gently on the chair in his room. The same chair that Cas has sat in so many times before.
Dean continues to listen to Cas’ messages as he lies in bed, listening to him talk about more hunts as well as the supply runs he ran. Dean feels a smile on his face when he hears Cas tell him about a case he just did. Defeating a vampire nest.
Then, without a thought, Dean dials up Cas’ number.
“This is my voicemail. Make your voice…a mail.” Dean can’t help but chuckle softly, the sound broken as it leaves his throat.
His battery continues to dwindle as the night creeps on, but Dean finally reaches the voicemail he saved for last.
“Sorry for being gone for so long, I am sure you must have been worried. I am fine though. I’m coming home. See you soon Dean.” Castiel’s gravelly voice says through the phone, before the phone dies and goes dark.
Dean’s eyes slowly close, tears falling onto his bed as he curls up and falls asleep, dreaming of a man with electrifying blue eyes wrapping him up in an embrace he would never feel again.
The next night, Dean sits at the table in the library, his computer open as he drinks beer after whiskey. He watches Cas’ love confession, tears streaming silently down his face as he remembers it all.
With hesitation, the hunter takes out his pocket knife- the one Cas had used to protect him from Billie- and starts carving the word "Cas" into the table next to their initials. However, once he reaches the "s", he can’t stop because that means it’s really over. That Cas was… really gone.
So he keeps carving until Cas' name is finished, tracing it lightly with his fingers. He doesn't know he held his breath until after his fingers traced across the indented wood.
“Castiel…” He whispers. “Please... come back to me.”
A few days on the road later, Sam runs inside an abandoned diner to grab some food while Dean waits outside.
Dean wasn't looking for him, but it was as if a Miracle that Dean spotted a dog sitting nearby. He smiles for the first time since Cas sacrificed himself, but it's quick-lived. His smile was bright, only for it to fade when Chuck snaps his fingers again, standing in the fields nearby with a cruel smile.
Time passes once more, just Sam and Dean on the road. Nothing but open road ahead of them.
When they finally confront Chuck, Dean grabs him by the lapels, pushing him against the construction sign nearby saying, “We’ll do it!”
Sam stands a few steps away as Dean growls, “You want the whole Cain and Abel thing? You've got it, but first you have to bring everyone back. Bring Cas back.”
Chuck laughs, removing Dean's hands from him. “Why would I do that? 'Bring Cas back'. This is such a better punishment for you two. You Winchester's have given up everything to protect this world only for it to slip right...through...your fingers." Chuck says with a wicked smile. “So, why would I give you reprieve from this emptiness, from knowing that you failed and I won?”
Chuck then disappears, his laughter echoing in the wind.
Sam stares at the ground as Dean punches the steel pillar sticking up from the ground.
“Dammit!” Dean yells, storming off to his car. The drive back to the bunker is a long, quiet one, and once they arrive back, Dean shuts himself in his room for the rest of the night. He doesn't look to see if Sam is okay. To see if his brother even came down the stairs.
Sinking further into the bed, Dean holds his phone to his ear as he replays Cas’ voice mails with muffled sobs and tears.
“You promised, Cas.” He whispers into the darkness. “You promised that you would n-never leave me. Why would you think that you…. You could never have me? Why did you wait for so long to tell me? Cause of course…. Of course I loved you. I still do, with every fiber of my being. I have l-loved you for so long… but I’ve never been good at this romance thing. I keep… I keep waking up and hoping that this is all a bad nightmare. I keep hoping for a miracle. You are…. You were always so good at those.” Dean drags a hand down his face, wiping away the tears as more fall. “Please Cas, just one more miracle? One more miracle for us?” He asks into the darkness of his room. However it’s only the silence that answers back. Defeated with no answers, Dean closes his eyes, crying himself to sleep once more.
Sam comes home with Jack the next day, finding Michael in the bunker.
“Where is Castiel?” is the first thing Michael asks Dean once he comes into the room.
Dean says nothing, staring at the floor.
“I am sorry. He was a good soldier.” Michael says solemnly, his face showing the briefest glimpse of sadness.
Dean shakes his head. “No. No, he was more than that.” He says quietly.
After Michael and Lucifer had finished duking it out and Chuck had killed Michael, Sam and Dean had fought Chuck with everything they got. At the end they only ended up bloodied on the ground, until Jack absorbs Chuck’s powers and heals them.
Sam and Dean walk over to Chuck, with Sam explaining their whole plan to him.
“This is a fitting end to my story.” Chuck says after finishing looking through his “empty” book. “To be killed at the hands of Sam Winchester, of Dean Winchester. The ultimate killers.”
Dean frowns, thinking back on what Cas said. “That’s where you’re wrong. That is not who we are.”
Chuck looks up at them. “Wait, what? What kind of ending is this?” He asks, panic slipping through his normal cool facade.
Dean looks at him “The kind we wrote. The kind of ending where you are just like us, you grow old and eventually die, forgotten and unloved by your creations.”
Sam, Dean, and Jack all climb into the Impala, leaving Chuck lying on the ground, ignoring his pleas.
“Are you coming back to the bunker?” Sam asks Jack as Dean laughs.
“Of course he’s coming with us!” Dean says, but Jack looks at Dean and shakes his head.
“I’m not coming back to the bunker Dean. In a way… I am already there.” Jack lifts his hand. “Goodbye.” He says with a soft smile before walking off, fading as he leaves.
By the time they arrive back at the bunker, it’s late at night and the hunters go back to their respective rooms.
Dean reaches his room, climbing into bed and listening to Cas’ messages again. He falls asleep to Cas’ voice, “...See you soon Dean” being the last thing Dean hears as he drifts off into unconsciousness.
When he wakes up in the morning, he presses the phone to his ear, waiting for the messages to start when all of the sudden his phone says, “One new message.”
Dean freezes, hearing a voice he never thought he’d hear again.
“Hello Dean. I am coming home. See you soon”
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