Walking On
After the world ends (It's the second time) Jesse lives on.
First nobody sees how the world changes; one more revolution here, one goverment which speaks of war there. Surely but slowly humanity destroys itself, but it all goes down south as somewhere in Asia one wrong button is pushed and just moments later atombombs fall over Northamerica. After that buisness the world falls swift.
But Jesse knows nothing about all this, he stands on the shore of the Coral See like every morning and watch the dawn of the new day. All he remembers is how the sky in the east above Queensland is an unhealty green colour and how seconds later a shockwave throws him on the ground. His powers blocks the most of the energy so he feels okay, but he has bad feeling in his gut. Back on his feet he runs into his small trailer and switches the TV on. What he hears let him sit down.
None of his friends answers his phonecalls. Three hours later he graps his bags and leaves. He heads south in direction Brisbane in the hope that no of his fears are true.
They are true and worse (It's like the Angel said - the Apocalypse). On his way all encounters are destroyed houses with smashed windows and doors wide open. The first burned corpses turned up as his car drives trough a small town not far from his lone trailer. Jesse tries to comfort himself with the knwoledge that at least it was quick.
Everything in the once dry land of Australia is gone and all thats left is a burned desert. And he with every mile under his food he feels more and more like one the first explorer of old his mum loved to tell him about. The only diffrence is that after him nobody will see this new world.
Sometimes when he sleeps he sees his old house in Nebraska in the blinding colours of an late Auguste Afternoon. In his dreams he walks through the wide open doors of his home and his family smiles at him over the homemade dinner. His parents look no day older as the day he disseapered (Everybody has a choice.); her cornflower-blue eyes are sad and his fathers smile is strained (You will not die, too.), but he sees understanding. Bolting from the house the smell of fresh Lasagna follows him (I'm going away to protects you.) and as he wakes he can still fell the drying tears on his cheek.
The road before him is never ending, always going on since the day he left so many lifetimes ago. Sometimes he can feel how his grip on reality is slippin and with every moment he wants to use his power more to bring them all back. He knows (Humanity will always try to touch the sun and will burn itself.), but there is always hope as long as people are still fighting for a new chance (It is your destiny, Jesse, whispers the voice of Sam Winchster).
He's ready to give them this chance.