AN: So I was thinking about everything after the season finale. I have no doubt that the show will take us in new and exciting directions - turning this entire story into AU after the Season 14 premiere. But, I wanted to explore this time and figured I should post this before filming begins next week. I know I'm not the only one exploring this topic during the hiatus. Let me know what you think will happen.

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Amara walked into the garden. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the flowers were a riot of vibrant colours, matched only by the wings of the butterflies that flitted between the blossoms. The garden her brother had created for her in the early days of their reconnecting was one of her favourite places. It was a special place that reminded her of how lucky she was to have found her brother again. Chuck would often come sit with her here and share stories of his time on earth masquerading as a human. He'd laugh and tell her about the ridiculous ways of humans, but sometimes Chuck seemed wistful as he talked about his favourite creation.

Today Amara found her brother pacing amongst the flowers, agitated in a way he hadn't been since they left earth on their path to becoming a family again.

"Brother, what is bothering you?" Amara asked.

"Oh, Amara. Hey. I was just checking in on my human friends and I discovered something awful." Chuck always acted surprised to see her, a left over human affectation since they were always aware of each other's presence. But his distress seemed genuine.

"What has happened?," she asked, motioning him to sit beside her on the low bench they usually shared.

"Well, you remember the Winchesters, right?," he asked as he flopped down beside her. Amara picked up his hand and smiled fondly. Of course she remembered the Winchesters. Dean had been the reason that she had her brother here beside her. She nodded as Chuck continued with a sigh.

"Lucifer's son tore a rip between their world and one of the many alternative ones. The Winchesters and their friends have been going back and forth trying to save each other. But now, Gabriel is dead, Lucifer is dead and a version of Michael has possessed Dean and is bent on destroying their world." Chuck hung his head. Two of his beloved sons had been killed. One version of Michael was lost to Him in hell and the other was determined to destroy his favourite creation and take Dean and Sam, his favourite humans with him. Amara could feel his pain.

"That is sad news, Chuck," Amara gave His hand a squeeze, sharing her comfort and love. Chuck smiled up at her.

"Maybe I should step in? Sam and Dean have suffered so much to protect my creation. Maybe I should do something?" Chuck seemed conflicted, but Amara just shook her head.

"No, you are wise to stay away. And you swore you would not interfere again. The Winchesters have accomplished against impossible odds before. I am confident that they can do it again," Amara counseled. She leaned her head on his shoulder. "And should they fail - well there are others, and Dean and Sam have earned their eternal rest."

Amara felt Chuck sigh again, but although she knew that he was considering her words carefully, he was hiding something. There were few barriers between them, but Amara knew better than to pry at the few secrets her brother kept from her. She stood, tugging on his hand that was still in her own.

"Come Brother, walk with me and let us think of happier things." Chuck smiled at her and rose. He tucked her arm into the crook of his own and they began to stroll among the flowers. Amara felt a slight change in him, as if he had put his worries aside and she was glad.

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Becky was sitting on a crystal throne in a majestic forest. Her gossamer gown was shimmering in the green light that filtered through the lush canopy high above. A golden circlet glittered on her brow and the rings on her fingers caught the light and sparkled. On his knees in front of her was Legolas Greenleaf, son of Thranduil, Prince of the Woodland Realm. His long blond hair blew gently in the soft breeze and he was offering her a magnificent blue gem the size of her fist. The gem glowed from within with a beautiful elvish light.

"My lady," he said staring deep into her eyes. "I offer this gem to you as a token of my love, unworthy though it be. It pales beside your exquisite beauty."

Becky extended a regal hand and took the gem, offering the elf a benevolent but sad smile.

"Oh Legolas, I am flattered, but my heart belongs to another." His elegant face was creased with a frown.

At that Jon Snow, heir to the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms stepped from behind a tree. Legolas turned away, crushed as Jon stepped up to Becky. He plucked the stone from her fingers and tossed it aside, dragging her fingers to his lips.

"My love," Jon said, "You're mine and I'm yours."

Just then a loud crack was heard and Sirius Black apparated into the forest clearing, wand raised.

"Get away from her you scoundrel!," he shouted. Jon Snow jumped back, pulling Longclaw from its scabbard. With an inhuman swiftness, Legolas pulled his bow, and pointed an arrow at the wizard's heart. The three were determined to fight to the death for Becky's love.

Becky rose to her slipper clad feet.

"Guys, please! I know you all adore me and long for my vibrant sexuality, but I belong to no man." She tossed her flowing locks. Becky was proud of her little speech and was about to suggest the perfect solution when the scene around her froze. She looked around and saw Chuck behind the crystal throne.

"Hey Becky," he said with a small wave as he walked towards her.

"Chuck! What are you doing in my dream?" The last person Becky would want fighting over her was Chuck. Sure he was cute, and a really nice guy, and he gave her access to all the unpublished Supernatural books, but he wasn't dream worthy. That's partly why she had to break up with him, she needed a man who could sweep her off her feet. Chuck looked around at the three warriors, frozen pre-battle.

"This is what you dream about?" Chuck seemed amused.

"Hey, don't judge me," she said stopping hands on her hips. "What do you want Chuck?," she sneered. Becky had no idea why she was dreaming about her ex, but he was ruining her vibe.

"I need your help Becky. I need you to get a message to Sam Winchester."