It comes down to this; false dawn lights the sky, the sun just barely approaching the horizon. The two men stand face to face, half-a-dozen paces away from each other. Neither smile, both expressions are flat and hard, but their eyes are intense, focussed.
It comes down to this; a wayward God and a worn down man eye each other up at the end of the world, weighing their options although they have none left.
It comes down to this; Dean draws the heavenly weapon, the last-ditch resort. Castiel raises his fingers, poised to snap.
It comes down to this.
These last four chapters (Covet, Perennial, Supplication and Denouement) are sort of a mini-verse, and meant to be read and considered in the order posted. Dedicated to Nancy T. for your kind words. :D