Hey all!
No worries, I am still working on Band Camp. It's just coming along slowly. So...in other news I read the alternate pilot script for Supernatural and was like, "How should the last episode end?" So, regardless of how many seasons the show continues for, I figure it should end like this.
Dean, Cas and Sam find a way to close the gates of hell...and in a twist of fate, of heaven as well...
Cas chooses Team Free Will above heaven (Of COURSE!)...but loses his grace in the process. An angel can't stay on Earth if the gates of heaven are locked...
Sam meets a girl (probably someone from the FBI who can deal with his whole history and kick the boy's asses if she needs to)...
And the brothers have to come to grips with the fact that they can't live in each other's back pockets the rest of their lives...
Now to the good stuff! Dean/Cas if you want to read it that way! (I do!)
"Supernatural: Last Episode"
Act Four
EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD STREET – NIGHT
Dean and Sam stand underneath a flickering street lamp in front of a small old-fashioned house. Similar houses line the street on either side. All the house windows are lit and emit a welcoming glow as if good things are waiting inside.
Dean leans against the Impala and gives his brother a look.
DEAN
…I've been thinking, Sam, and I don't think you should come with.
SAM
What?
Dean rubs the back of his neck, unsure how to start the conversation.
DEAN
You could be happy here. Or, at least as happy as a hunter is likely to get. Annabel is a real nice girl. FBI too. If anybody can take care of a moose like you, it's her.
Sam shoots his brother a look but turns back to the house as if he is thinking the same thing.
SAM
Look, Dean, I've tried it. Hell, we've both tried it. The apple pie life…being normal. Doesn't work.
DEAN
I'm not so sure about that. For me, well, Lisa was never really right—you know? I'm a hunter, through and through. I think I've learned that by now at least. It's kinda the closest I get to happy. But you? You've always wanted this and you nearly had it at Stanford.
SAM
Because that worked out so well.
DEAN
We closed the gates, dude. Demons? Gone. Angels? Locked up in isolation. It's just the regular monster of the week left nowadays. Look—I want you to have this. I mean, sure, you're my brother and we'll always have each other's backs but—aren't brothers supposed to tell each other to go after what they want? Live their dreams and crap like that? When did we forget that? You can be my brother and I can still be a hunter. It's not exclusive.
A beat. Sam hesitates, torn.
SAM
Being a hunter is part of my life too though. I think, after all this time, I can finally accept that. Funny it took so long actually. Do you think there's a compromise in there somewhere?
DEAN
(with a laugh)
I sometimes think my middle name is compromise.
SAM
I've still got Bobby's book collection. You could always give me a call if you and Cas need anything.
Dean does a double take at Castiel's name.
DEAN
Cas?
Sam snorts like he can't believe his brother is STILL that dense.
SAM
Of course. Ex-angel just turned human? What do you think he's gonna do—get a job at the local library?
DEAN
But hunt? That's dangerous.
SAM
You seriously did not just say that. The nerdy angel dude can still kick your ass, human or not.
DEAN
(with a grin)
True.
Dean's mouth quirks and his eyes become distant, like his contemplating the idea.
SAM
You're coming home for Christmas though.
DEAN
You're so bossy, Samantha. Tell you what—I'll come home if Annabel makes me some of her cherry pie. And, by the way, I don't share.
SAM
Jerk.
DEAN
Bitch.
They stand…hands in their pockets and not making eye contact. Neither brother can bring himself to say the final goodbye.
The front door of the house swings open and an attractive red-headed woman peers around the door.
ANNABEL
(playful)
Is that Dean out there? Should I grab my handcuffs?
DEAN
Love you too, Annabel!
(in a side-voice to Sam)
Kind of kinky though, huh? That one is going to keep you busy. Trust me.
Sam smacks Dean on the shoulder.
SAM
Get out. Cas probably needs his pillows fluffed and we both know hospital foods sucks. Trust me, you do not want his first experience with human food to be hospital jello.
DEAN
(clearing his throat)
You know I love you, right, Sammy?
A smile stretches across Sam's face like he can't believe they've actually made it to this moment.
SAM
Sure I do. And I love you too—you're my older brother, Dean. And my best friend.
Dean, having about all he can stand as far as chick-flick moments go, brushes off Sam's hug.
DEAN
Save it for Annabel, lover boy.
SAM
Right. Well, until next time.
DEAN
(pulling open the car door)
You bet.
Camera switches to Sam's expression as he watches his brother leave. He looks…content. Not entirely happy, but close enough.
Camera PANS to the Impala as it speeds down the street. The blare of some heavy metal track pumps from the windows.
Sam turns around walks back to the house. He opens the front door and his smile starts to reach his eyes.
End scene.
OVER BLACK—
A month later…
INT. SAM AND ANNABEL'S HOUSE—AFTERNOON
Sam is seated at a desk in the house study, a law book open before him. The study looks well lived in, like Sam spends a lot of time in it.
Annabel appears in the doorway, phone in hand.
ANNABEL
It's for you.
SAM
(grabbing the phone)
Hello?
DEAN
(answers in a crackly voice like the connection is bad)
Sammy! How's it hanging?
SAM
You never call to talk.
DEAN
Damn right. How do I kill a kelpie?
SAM
Just a sec…
INT. HOUSE —ADJOINING ROOM — MOMENTS LATER
Bookshelves take up every possible space in the room. Many of the volumes are old and dusty and several of the covers are etched in old-fashioned fonts and gold ink.
Camera PANS to the books.
Magick Mysterie…Book of Ceremonial Magic…Daemonolgie….
SAM
(flipping through the pages of one particular volume)
Did you try a silver bullet?
DEAN
Dude. Really? Cas already did that. Like yesterday.
SAM
Wait. It says something about a saddle and bridle…you might be riding this thing back to the lake.
DEAN
(with a barely suppressed chuckle)
As in the reverse cowgirl?
SAM
Do you ever plan on growing up?
DEAN
Nah. You know me, Sammy. I'm like Peter Pan.
SAM
But with more sex.
DEAN
You'd have to ask Cas about that.
SAM
Plugging my ears…
DEAN
Ha. Sounds good. Anyway, gotta go, Sammy. By the way, thank Annabel for the ID's would you?
SAM
She's an enabler. You n' Cas have got badge numbers now and everything.
DEAN
You're just jealous.
SAM
Right.
DEAN
Uh—real quick—Cas is making those hand gestures that secretly mean I'm being an ass, you know how he gets—you had a test right? Law of something or other?
SAM
(with an eye roll)
You mean my civil procedure test?
DEAN
Sure.
SAM
Straight A's, dude.
DEAN
(proudly)
Nerd. Okay, gotta go for real now. Bye Sammy.
The line disconnects. Sam returns to his law books, the corner of his mouth tilting like he's imagining what Dean is up to.
INT. MOTEL — ROOM — MOMENTS LATER
Somewhere in rural America…
Cas and Dean stand by a bed. Dean loads a duffle bag full of weapons while Cas watches. Castiel is wearing his own leather jacket, black t-shirt and work boots. He looks almost human...if there wasn't something about the way he still stands...like he could spring into battle at any moment.
DEAN
You ready for this?
CAS
(snapping a shotgun into place)
You have to ask?
DEAN
(with a laugh)
Well, let's go then, partner. We've got work to do.
The motel room door slams shut as they exit and the scene dissolves to black.
The End.
Merry Christmas!