At this point, he doesn't care if she pulls the trigger. Couldn't give one fuck - at least the physical pain would override any emotional anguish that he's feeling.

But this Antonia, or whoever she calls herself - shoots.

It hits him in the left shoulder and he stumbles backwards, hitting the edge of the table and using it to stabilize himself.

Gunpowder. Noise. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. makeitstop makeitstop makeitstop

He grunted and pressed his right palm onto the wound.

"Wow, you actually fucking shot me. Feel proud of yourself? To shoot The Sam Fucking Winchester? Shoulda just killed me you know, so I wouldn't make anymore messes and eventually destroy the Earth. But hey, the Sun is fine and the Darkness is dead and so is my brother so there's nothing really left for me anyway."

Sam let out a bitter laugh and looked up at the woman who was staring at him with an edge of disgust, confusion and sadness? He was going to comment on the latter emotion in her eyes, but she beat him to it.

"Samuel, I don't mean you any harm. But I do have orders to bring you in."

He rolled his eyes and glanced upwards in exasperation, not wanting anything to do with her nonsense. "Oh dear God. Chuck I really wish you were alive, cause I'd really like her to leave right now and let me grieve in peace, maybe give Cas back as well."

"You always were the Winchester who prayed so I suppose I could give you a hand."

Chuck appeared between Sam and Toni, a large smile on his face. He looked happy, his hands outstretched in greeting.

"Holy shit, Chuck."

"Hello Sam." Came from his warm voice.

Sam swallowed, smiling at the man/being. Wait, how was he alive? The scales-

"Are fine."

He blinked as Chuck reappeared at his side, giving him slight whiplash, and placed a hand over his shoulder. It glowed a white light, and he felt it tingle over the bullet wound as it healed.

God gazed into his eyes. "Me and my sister came to an agreement. Oh and Dean's alright, he's with your mum somewhere in Indiana."

A gunshot went off, and it froze a foot out of the barrel. Sam barely had time to glance over Chuck's shoulder to see where the sound had come from, too dazed at the fact that Dean was alive.

Toni gasped, her hands a little less sure around the gun. Chuck gave him a wink and turned around, "Hello Annatonia, nice to meet you. I see you've come to talk some sense into Sammy here eh? Well that's not okay with me right now, so he'll let you out of the dungeon in a couple hours. Capisce?"

Her eyes widened, and with a snap of Gods fingers, she vanished. Castiel reappeared in her place, quickly glancing at the surroundings in confusion.

Sam sucked in a deep breath, trying to process everything that had gone on. Dean was alive? Alive he was...alive. What was that part about his mother?

"Wait. Mom. What?"

Chuck smiled brightly. "Here's my gift to you Sam Winchester. Well, it was actually from Sis, but hey. Call it a thanks for helping me all this time. You are pure and finally deserve some happiness Sam, so thank you."

He snapped once more, and they found themselves in the woods. Sam blinked quickly a few times to adjust to the change in light, wondering where Chuck had sent them.

The angel beside him cleared his throat, "Pardon me for swearing, but what the fuck just occurred?"

Sam raised an eyebrow at the profanity coming from the angels mouth and clasped his friend on the shoulder. "No idea Cas. But Chuck said Dean was alive, so he must be around here somewhere."

He felt the ache abate in his chest; it had settled in ever since Dean had volunteered to destroy Amara. But, his brother was alive. Somehow...he was alive.

Sooo that finale yeah? Couldn't help but write something afterwards and I may flesh this out later. We'll see!