Dean looked worriedly at his little brother. Sam had let go of the Trials, but had been in so much pain since then. The only thing Dean could do was get back to the Batcave, and hope Sam didn't die on the way there.
…...
Sam moaned as a fresh wave of pain burst through him. He'd let go of the Trials, because Dean had asked him to, but deep down he knew that they were killing him. Finishing them or not, Sam knew he was dying either way.
….
Cas continued to stare at the sky, even after the burning trails of light had faded. He'd never had much cause to feel emotion, angels didn't really require them, but as a human…He'd never felt such sorrow, such anguish. He'd never cried before now.
….
Chuck stared up at the woman in front of him. He twitched slightly as she placed a hand over his. "Write them. The books."
"But…Sam said –"
"I don't care." The woman smiled. "They need to be written."
When Chuck nodded and reached for his pen, the woman headed towards the door.
"Oh, and Chuck?"
He looked up.
The woman smiled once more. "Thank you. For everything."
A.N. – So, what do you think? The idea popped into my head a few days ago.