"Don't need reason, don't need rhyme"
Thunder rumbled somewhere south of where he stood. It was faint but he knew the storm was coming. The sky had darkened over and blocked out the sun. The wind was whipping through his hair, cutting through his shirt and slicing his skin with its chill. Lifting the gun in his right hand, he makes sure it's fully loaded.
The end is near.
Actually, the end is here.
No room left for second guesses, no last minute "get out of jail free" card. He must face the end. Turning to his left he sees his brother, by his side until the end.
"Alright Sammy, this is it. Too late to go back to that busty red head at the bar. You missed your chance." Same old Dean.
"No Regrets, Dean."
"No Regrets, Sammy."
Dean leans into the impala and pushes a cassette tape into the radio. The guitar riff kicks in, then the drums. Unmistakable AC/DC blares from the speakers.
"Here we go"
Dean and Sam take their first steps down the highway to Hell.
AN: This is how I always imagined the ending to the series. It's cheesy I know but it fits