Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. For this story, I own only one original character.
Back At The Bar
Amara and Chuck find themselves seated at the Bar. Their family meeting had just ended, and it was a refreshing time for the two of them. Now, the very place God had constructed to hide from the Darkness became the place where the two of them could become confidantes once again.
The older sister read her younger brother's autobiographical manuscript. It still carried words from before their reconciliation, and she rolled her eyes upon reading some of them, but she shed a tear or two upon reading others.
"Your secretary did a very good job writing about your silence to prayers and about your elusion of divine intervention," Amara remarked.
"Thanks," Chuck smiled.
The two of them wished to exchange thoughts while being engaged in conversation, and thus many thoughts were exchanged. Among them was the conversation Chuck had with the late Metatron, the one who spurred him to divine intervention once more.
And the worst part? They do it in my name…
I took responsibility… by leaving…
Eh… It's her time to shine…
But coward? I am not hiding. I am just done watching my experiments' failures…
You all disappointed me…
Upon the exchange of that thought, the two siblings shed tears, stood up, extended their arms, and grasped one another in a tight embrace. Truly, the Darkness thought, her younger sibling changed. God wanted the sense of family back between the two of them because of all the letdowns since that otherwise beautiful Creation, all of which had just been shared with her here, of all places. If there were any lingering doubts on the part of the older confidante, about wanting the sense of family back and about not wanting to go back to the way things were, then they were gone.