"MAYDAY! The Destiel is under attack! There are holes in the ship. We have to evacuate, we're sinking! Repeat. The Destiel is sinking!" Women are screaming in surrender and hopelessness. The hit had been precisely through the heart of the ship. Nobody has hope anymore. The Destiel will sink and vanish and be forgotten soon, joining the ship graveyard like so many others before.
"Sammy, you ready? Cas and me are waiting for you!"
"Out in a minute," Sam sighs and puts his toy ships away. The Destiel might see tomorrow, but the time of the Wincest will come… soon.