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A/N: So, the finale! This one has a TWIST! If you haven't figured it out already! Keep reading! And like I said before, it's not a drabble!
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Challenge Word: Light, Fade
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Light at the End of the Tunnel - #6
It was an old-western showdown. Hands at the ready, twitching, while maintaining eye contact. It would be one to go down into the history book. Even the bad guy held his cocky smile. He was powerful, there was no denying that.
But Dean, he had good on his side. Didn't evil know good wins every time?
And, as if on cue, something happened. Dean's knife, purely celestial, began to glow. It lit up the dim room. Doing so, Dean's heart felt alight, free from sadness or troubles. And the light shone brighter and brighter. Eventually Ruby was screaming, writhing in the purity. It was blinding.
The bringer of the end of the world was stunned. Literally frozen in place. Dean wasted not a minute. Taking two swift steps forward, Dean pointed that streaming light in the right direction and plunged it's owner in the heart of Evil.
Screams, unlike anything any man would hear and be likely to survive, rang out like bells in this tiny room. Ruby's own screams were drowned out. But the two hunters in the light held strong.
For a finale, Evil finally burst. He'd kept his true form hidden, but now it came forth, horribly disfigured. Bleeding, broken, disjointed... ugly.
The light from the knife then pulsed, Dean pushing forward and twisting in unison. One final blood-curling scream, the entity fell, burning on the way down. And just as the angels had died, its true figure was imprinted on that cement floor, heat still emanating from it as the light died.
Ruby's host's body fell as the light faded away.
Dean's eyes stung. His heart pounded, and his head screamed. Wails were heard outside, even from so far away. But Dean focused on one voice only, the only other living thing left in this room.
"Dean... you did it. Bro, you killed Lucifer." Dean huffed a breath after holding it for so long and slowly released. Then, turning slowly, Dean came eye to eye with Sam. His brother was safe, Lucifer was dead. As long as they were hunters, no evil could stand in their way.
End
A/N: This is the last one, and thanks to all who read! And thanks for everyone who reviews these!