One day, the angels will save us.

They will come from the sky, golden sunlight

raindrops, singing songs of saviors.

Our hands will stretch up to the sun, grasping at their feathered wings, warm in the light of heaven.

They will pull us by our fingers tips, up like air

balloon clouds, up to the silver linings.

Our prayers will be answered, sky bound starlight wrapping us in love, whispering hope into our ears.

And then, as we see the entrance, shining in

blistering beauty, they will let go,

And watch us plummet back to earth again.


Chapter 1- This Was Just the Beginning

It all started with a selfish choice.

So long ago, days winding into months winding into years. I lost count a long time ago. But I still remember the moment as clear as day. The day that marked the end of the world.

I didn't know the repercussions of my actions back then. All I knew was that he couldn't be alone. I couldn't let Sammy go. I didn't realize how self-centered I was being. Now, I realize. Saving Sam over saving the world was a fate I can't reverse. Not this time. It is far too late now.

If I could go back in time, if I could change my mistakes, would I make the same choice again?

No.

Never.

Even with the things I have seen, the things I have done, I would not make that choice.

The choice that would mark the beginning of the end.

I would do anything to be able to undo everything, hit the big back space on life. Rewind time to that very moment, in that church, when I took Sam's shaking hands in mine, seeing the glow of the trials fade from his skin. Out by the Impala, as the world went silent, holding its breath as the stars fell from the sky. When I could barely see the life go out of Sam over the dying grace that shone like sunlight, burnt the world like fire. When I screamed along with the angles who lost their homes, their everything, because I thought that I had lost the same, holding the limp body of my broken brother in my arms. When I prayed out desperately in that hospital, shoulders slumped in exhaustion, tears crying out in desperation as I let that thing take over my brother.

If I had known, if I had known everything that would come after that, that choice I made, I would have let Sam go.

Because from that moment on, the world fell apart at the seams.

It started with Abbadon, escaping through the gate we should have closed, Sam should have closed. She was more powerful than I could have ever fathomed. Powerful enough to scare me into taking on the Mark of Cain, the mark of all evil. I took it on knowing nothing, blindly grasping at straws to fix the mess that was all my fault, no matter how many people I blamed for my failures. It was I who gritted through the months searching for the Knight of Hell, on the brink of snapping, on the brink of hurting someone I cared for. I was the one who wasn't strong enough to harness all that power, who wasted it on innocents, on pushing away the only family I had left.

But after I had killed Abbadon, I thought everything was over, that everything was finally whole again after being broken for so long. But it only got worse. That was when I learned the true secrets of the Mark, all its poison, its nefarious power, its complete and utter control over me. And then, Metatron killed me. He did the right thing, dispose of the threat, rid the world of a force that lethal. But the Mark would never let me go that easily. Those months as a demon were the worst of my life. Worse than Purgatory, worse than hell. Because I was completely aware. I wasn't possessed. I was me. I try to tell myself that the Mark twisted me, using its evil to contort me into some sort of devilish version of myself, but that would be a lie, because the Mark didn't influence me at all. Black eyes bring out the darkest parts of you. The parts that you secretly wish could be set free, your deepest and most hidden desires. It was all me.

But, of course, Sam, my loyal brother, worked his magic and brought me back, made me me again. And he had me, for a little while. And everything was good again. Until we all realized that the Mark was still there, still filling my veins with fire and making me lust for blood, for killing, maiming, dismembering, carving-

Well, yeah. But of course, he wanted to fix that too. No matter how much I protested, saying how it was too dangerous, too risky. But he never listened. He went behind my back, betrayed my trust even though I had betrayed him so many times before, and found a cure. And I don't care how many times he would say it was all his fault, it wasn't. He didn't know. He didn't know what the Mark truly was, the force it locked away. He didn't hear the words uttered by Death himself, the insane plan he layed out, the choice he gave me. A choice I was so ready to make, false strength pumping through me, the sweet seduction of the Mark making my hands grasp the scythe above my own brother's head, ready to swing. But Sam, the look on his face, so reminiscent of those given when he was a child, begging for the last of the Lucky Charms, begging me to let him go, to set him free from our life. The look of pure imploration, eyes searching for the last remnants of his older brother, his protector, his only family. Those pictures, taken from my room, grasped between his trembling fingers. That was the only time I ever saw him truly scared, staring up at me with blood and bruises painting his skin, holding out the photos as a last attempt to save his life. As a last attempt to save me.

And then, the world went silent. For a split second, there was nothing but the pumping of blood in my ears and whispering of Death's ashes on the ground. In that moment, I realized that once again, I made the wrong choice. I chose myself, again. I chose my own life over the world. The lives of everyone I'd ever met, ever saved, were suddenly useless compared to my fear of being alone. But I couldn't let Sam go. I was to afraid of losing everything we had worked for, losing the future I dreamed of, where we could have normal lives, where Sam could finally be free like he always wished.

But, if I had only known how far from that dream we were.

We watched as the world was consumed by the Darkness.

And then we ran.

We ran from the big bad, the biggest and the baddest of them all, that once again had been released by our hands. Everything that we had done after I made that first terrible choice led up to that point, us sprinting across the ground as it was ripped apart beneath our feet, long fingers of black smoke springing from the earth, closing in around us. Every heart beat felt like a clock counting down the seconds left in our existence, the world whirling by as we sprinted for the car, for salvation. I held my breath as we watched the sky go black, the darkness swallowing the sun and plunging us into a false night.

That was the start of the end of the world.

After we got away, we drove. Drove night and day to escape the growing storm cloud, watching as it tailed us, it's shadow barely a few feet away at times. We listened to radio reports, saying that the storm was the biggest the world has ever seen, playing it off as a natural occurrence, nothing to be afraid of. But everywhere it covered saw no sun, and it knocked out the power in every city it touched. People were getting scared. They thought it was another apocalypse, a sign from god, an alien invasion. They fled, just like us, jumping in their cars and following the sun, using it as a beacon, hoping that there was somewhere on Earth that was still light.

Sam and I didn't know what to do. We did what little research we could when we were ahead of the Darkness, taking quick stops at libraries to look up anything we could find on the Darkness. But we never got very far before the lights started going out and we looked out the window to see the foreboding clouds rolling across the blue sky, felt the deep rumble of it in our bones. People in places it hadn't covered yet were packing up, selling their houses and belongings and getting out of there, booking it the opposite way from the building storm. Highways got clogged quickly. Soon every road you found was backed up with traffic for miles. It wasn't long before people started abandoning their cars and walking, stuffing everything they could in the bags they had and lugging it with them. Sam and I followed them soon after. I didn't want to leave behind the Impala, but it was our only choice. There was no way we could outrun the Darkness when we were stuck in bumper to bumper traffic. So, we emptied the trunk of all its contents, and left, leaving behind the only home we ever had, ever loved.

We met several people on our trek. A real community formed between those who thought their best choice was to up and leave their towns, their families, to escape this huge black thing that painted the sky, growing bigger each day. It was strange to see how everyone was going the same way, but no one had an actual destination in mind. They all knew that they just had to walk each day and sleep each night, but never thought of the future, where they were going, where they would end up. All we did was follow the crowd.

It became normal, weeks of traveling, heading south at all costs, stopping in a lighted city every night, crowding in motels, restaurants, or abandoned houses for sleep. Most places we came upon were already empty, left for the dead by people who wanted a head start. Cars were left in streets, parked in driveways still running, doors unlocked, houses left just as they were, before their inhabitants jumped up and ran, along with their neighbors, their coworkers, their barbers, their dentists, their lawyers. Soon the whole country was moving, a huge migration, unlike any for thousands of years. The storm covered half of the United States, growing out from the epicenter where I lost the Mark, an enormous circle of destruction making its way across oceans, closing in on other continents. Other countries were panicking, unsure of what to do once it hit them. Governments were demanding research on it, wanting answers as to what exactly it was. But no one knew. It wasn't like any other storm or natural disaster that had ever occurred. Scientists couldn't identify it. They were stumped. All they knew was that it was, dark, and scary, knocked everyone's power out, and moved approximately a mile a day. That was enough to get people running.

But people started to give up. Many grew too tired, some were too old, too young, to go so far. Others grew hopeless, seeing no point in walking to our ends when we knew the Darkness would eventually swallow us whole. There was nowhere to go, no place you could escape it. They left us, trying to convince others to follow them to live in the Darkness, embrace it. They thought there was nothing to fear, nothing that could hurt them. But they were wrong. I knew that the Darkness was more than a huge blackout. Something that took God and all his angles to fight back could not be just a big smoke cloud.

But the more we walked, the more unsure we grew. We were reaching the end, closing in on the Gulf. Many wanted to continue into Mexico, but word was that they were closing their borders and shooting anyone who approached. It all sounded like a bunch of conspiracy nonsense, but the more I heard about it, the more I believed. Sam was weary of continuing on, but there seemed to be no other choice. The only place to go was forward, trekking on into the sun, keeping the Darkness at our backs. I couldn't stand to face it, knowing that it was I who brought it here. It's bad enough knowing it is always right behind you, looming over your shoulder, always ready to strike. There's nowhere you can go where you can't see it. Everywhere you turn, it is right there, rippling and rolling like black ocean waves, crawling closer and closer, the deep rumble that follows it shaking the earth, resonating in my chest. It never goes away.

But we never made it to the border. It took me several weeks to realize, but I finally did. All it took was seeing a small girl get beat to the ground for a single water bottle for the smoke to clear from my head. It was in that moment that I came to comprehend just how deep in the muck we were. It was like a blindfold had been pulled from my eyes, and I saw the world as sharp as glass. People were changing. Society was collapsing. Just a few weeks in, and what had held us so tightly together was snapping apart stitch by stitch. Family pets brought along as faithful companions were being stolen in the night and cooked up by the desperate. Children wandered around covered in their own filth, crying out for their parents. Young girls were being dragged from their hovels kicking and screaming and no one did anything to save them. And I never saw any of it. I was too busy pissing my pants about the fucking Darkness to see what corruption was going on around me. But I still didn't do shit about it.

We ran. We fled from it all, too overwhelmed to find a solution, too scared to face it all. We pulled away from the group, taking a rest stop at the nearest city and picking a nice house to crash in, where I regrettably got the best sleep I had in weeks. We stayed there for a few days, rummaging through library shelves, school classrooms, random houses. But it didn't take long before the Darkness caught up. We were in the middle of a mess of papers and ancient books in one of the town's small libraries when the whole building shook, the lights flickering off, plunging us into complete silence. That was when I realized why everyone was running. There is something so comforting about being ahead of the Darkness, living in the light. The destruction was all behind you, it wasn't your problem. But when you had to sit and watch as the clouds reached the horizon and sealed you in complete darkness, you felt trapped, suffocated. And as the days went on, the Darkness's fingers only reached farther, the dark only getting darker as our battery powered lights and appliances died, I only grew more restless, the weight of claustrophobia crushing my chest, making it hard to breath, hard to think. I never thought that something as freeing as the sky could be stolen from us, capping us off from the stars and planets above that assured us that we weren't alone. I didn't know how much I loved the sun until I couldn't see it, feel its warmth on my skin. It was so cold now. It was colder than any winter I had lived through. And with no electricity, there was no heating in any of the houses. We had to wear coats we stole from other peoples' closets to keep warm. It was so quiet. There was no way to communicate with anyone. The cloud cut off any satellite connections or radio waves. We were completely alone.

I lost count of how many days we were there. There were a few battery operate clocks we found lying around, but I eventually stopped looking at them. It didn't matter anymore. There was no day, no night. Just complete and utter darkness, 24/7.

When we didn't find any info on the Darkness, we moved on to the next town. Then the next. Then the next. We never found much, just mentions or theories about Darkness, never anything helpful. We lived by flashlights, firelight if we were lucky enough to find working lighters. Good food left in stores and houses were long past expired, so we mostly ate junk food left on drug store shelves, stuffed in the backs of pantries and cabinets. Sometimes we would stumble upon small backyard gardens, digging in the dirt for any surviving fruits or veggies. Those were the only times I was grateful for rabbit food. But the one time Sam caught a few ducks wading in a grimy swimming pool was one of the few times we had a good meal.

We met a few people that were walking through, who still had hope of reaching the light. We didn't stop them, just asking what the knew about the outside world. Most knew just as much as us, others saying that they heard from someone who heard from someone that the Darkness had made it past England and was moving into Asia and Africa. Some said that it had already covered all of the Americas and was crawling across the arctic circle. Either way, the Darkness wasn't slowing.


Months had passed since I had released the Darkness. It was hard to find food you didn't have to kill first. Getting gas for stolen cars was difficult, most gas stations being ravaged and cleaned out long ago. You were lucky to find running water, let alone clean water. Living in the area that people had left behind was fine at first, but the farther in you went, the less resources were left. People had already trampled through, run the places dry. But we had to keep looking. There had to be an answer somewhere. Someone other than God had to know how to shut up the Darkness again. Everywhere we looked we came up empty handed, but we kept moving on, hope keeping us on our feet, keeping us moving.

That is, until Cas showed up.

The first thing I did was punch him in the face. Sam scolded me for it, but what did he expect? I had been praying to that little winged rat for ages, every time I woke up, when I went to sleep. I prayed to him each time I choked down hopless tears when Sam was asleep, because I was so friggen lost. But he never answered. I started to think that the Darkness blocked my messages to him, after many desperate confessions and threats left me feeling more alone than ever, but Cas said he heard everything, which was a little embarrassing on my part, but he didn't seem to care. He went on about how he killed Crowley, how he felt the Darkness as it ripped the universe apart, and how he has been in heaven ever since, helping the angels as they frantically ran around instead of getting a damn thing done. That is what made me angry, knowing that we were literally the only ones in the universe trying to fix this mess I made. But Cas was adimate that there was nothing that could be done unless God was here, and that he and the other angels were searching the darkest corners of the universe to find him.

He also almost forgot to mention that the Darkness was only days away from engulfing the entire planet. That sure was assuring. Even Sam got angry then, screaming at Cas, asking how in heaven all of God's angles couldn't even stop a big storm cloud. I mean, I agreed with him. They literally pulled us both out of hell just 'cause they wanted to. But they can't bag a cloud of literal darkness? Or at least find their own father?

He left soon after, whether it was because he was needed in heaven, or he was afraid of being on the receiving end of some Winchester wrath. But everything went back to normal. Well, as normal as it can be when your world is about to cloaked in complete darkness.

Until Cas came back a few days later, stumbling into the run down house we were slumming in, wide-eyed and panicked, talking so fast that it took me a second to understand what he was saying.

"The Darkness has closed around the Earth. And it has made it to heaven."


Hello again! I said I would be back. So, this story has been in the making for a while, and I originally planned for it to be just one chapter, but I just couldn't fit all of my ideas into a moderately lengthed chapter. So, this should end up being about four or five chapters long, ideally, but I am not sure.

But my idea for this story is basically just what I would have made season 11 like. This is what I wanted it to be, and still want it to be, and dream of it being, but sadly, my dreams will only ever play out in fanfiction. It is all the same as the show up until the season 10 finale, and then it turns into my story, obviously. So, just think of this as the prologue. And, I am not sure if I want to go on with the whole 'Dean's diary' type of writing, or if I want to go into more detail with everything and have actual dialogue. I don't know. Why don't you all tell me what you think the rest of the chapters should be like, if you liked the descriptions or if you want more dialogue?

Remember, reviews are highly appreciated!