Howdy y'all, how you doin'? Wow, two American accents in one sentence. Now all I need to do is go there. But I won't until next year... Oh well. Never mind. Did you guys see the latest episode - SPOILERS = The boys' reactions to Cas! Oh, it was tooooooooooooo much! I seriously couldn't deal with it!
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A light descended from nowhere and hit the earth with such force, it blew Sam and Cas down. The light was so strong, so opposite to the Darkness yet similar in every way. It almost moulded, into the shape of a human man. Again, incompatible to Amara but alike still. They watched as God appeared before them. But Sam and even Cas had to shield their eyes from God's heavenly apparition until it had taken full human form. They were in shock when they finally saw who God was. They quickly got their feet and stood by Dean and Amara, who had not moved an inch when it felt like God had smote the ground they were on.
"You. You're God?"
Sam and Cas were in awe. They couldn't believe their eyes.
"Hello Sam, Castiel."
Sam was speechless, so Cas said what he needed to be said to his negligent father. "You-you've been God, this... this whole time?"
"No. Not always. Not in this form at least." God spoke.
"You're possessing him then?" Sam asked.
"He did have to agree to it. And not until after everything happened."
"When you told Dean where I was, were you God or were you Chuck?"
"The honest answer?" God wearing Chuck asked. "There was never really any Chuck."
Sam and Cas spoke in unison: "What?"
"Chuck is who he believes he is."
"Then who is he?" Sam asked.
"Adam."
"Our brother?"
"No." He sighed. "So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them.' - The First man."
Cas couldn't believe his never noticed. He had been in the presence of the first man and woman of God's creation. "Adam and Eve."
"Yes, you have already met his wife."
"That was actually Eve?"
"Yes. When she left the Garden, she became a source of sins and the mother of all monsters. All creatures I had banished, she let into the Garden. It was tainted, so I closed it with her inside. I believe you all know it as Purgatory."
"Purgatory? As in Purgatory, Purgatory?" Sam asked in disbelief that his brother had spent a year in the Garden of Eden without knowing it. "But it-"
"It looks different now yes. As I said; it was tainted."
"Why did you resurrect Adam then?"
"Because there are few people who can withstand my power. He has been holding on for a few years now."
"But why?"
"I needed him, a corporeal form to use while everything began to happen. I needed to keep watch, from afar of course." He walked closer to Sam and Cas - completely ignoring Amara and Dean - and making them very uncomfortable. Cas had finally met his father and he truly didn't know what to do, now knowing how close he had been to him all these years. "So that I could finish this. Once and for all." He finally turned around to face them. Their faces so stoic.
"Brother." Spoke Amara softly.
"Hello sister." He looked directly at Dean now. He sighed, and smiled. "Dean Winchester."
"God."
"I see you've changed. That my sister has changed you." Dean refused to show emotion. He simply held his head high to the man he had been questioning his whole life. "Dean, I need to talk to you. Alone."
"You will not speak to him. Not without me." Said Amara, keeping her distance to Dean as minimal as possible.
"Or me." Sam said.
"Or me." Then Cas repeated.
"Very well." God snapped his fingers.
And they all froze still. Like perfect statues. Except for Dean Winchester.
He suddenly felt free. Like a great weight had been lifted off of him. He realised quickly what had happened.
"Yes. I broke the bond between you and my sister." God spoke. "Temporarily, of course. I'm sure she will try to reconnect later."
"What did you do?" He asked, his face flooded with the emotions he couldn't feel previously.
"I stopped everything. They are paused. They are not growing old, nor the flowers and the trees any taller, neither my creations live but they do not die. I have simply stopped them until I choose to resume everything again."
"You son of a bitch." Dean was back. God only chuckled at this obvious show of disrespect. "What?"
"Apologies. But I made a bet with 'Chuck' that 'son of a bitch' would be the first thing you would say to me after asking me what I've done."
"Great. Hope you won big bucks with the voice inside your head. Now let them all go."
"No, Dean. I need to speak with you privately." He strolled around the three figures surrounding him and Dean. Taking in each detail. "Without my sister, or your family distracting you."
"Fine." He replied grinding his teeth, barely opening his mouth. He looked over to his frozen brother and friend. Their stances showed they were protective of Dean. He remembered everything that had happened but it was weird. Like it was him, but like he was watching him on television. Very similar to being possessed but nothing like being a demon. Yet another weird feeling that's indescribable to add to the list. "Let's talk then."
"Thank you." He sighed. "Do you wish to stay here and forlornly look at your brother and two of my kin. Or would you like to walk whilst we speak?"
"Let's walk." He grumbled. He moved to where God was standing and they began to walk from through the graveyard and onto the fields past it. It was a very beautiful day in Lawrence, Kansas. But, of course, Dean didn't care or even notice. He was too freaked out that God was standing right next to him, wearing an old friend of his that missing years ago, wanting to talk to him. He was about speak but he didn't know how to start. Though he didn't need to worry about it.
"I know you have some questions. I will answer them, and whilst I answer them, I suspect I will also be able to tell you what I wish to tell you."
"You said you're possessing Chuck - Adam or whoever it is."
"I thought that much was obvious."
"Yeah, well. You said you needed him because everything began to happen. No offence, but what the hell does that mean. You decided that the end of the Apocalypse was the beginning of your usefulness on Earth?"
"It is more complicated than that."
"Then start explaining fast."
"Yes, I chose not to assist in the apocalypse because it was a part of a grander plan. A more ultimate plan. It needed to happen and end exactly how it did. I thank you for that."
"But you told Michael that he would have to take his 'sword' and kill Lucifer."
"No. I did not. He assumed it was what I wanted him to do when I created a weapon. He believed that he had to take it and end the fight with his brother. But that was not the original intention."
"That wasn't the reason I'm alive?"
"No. I created you with a much higher purpose Dean. One that would take millenniums to plan and years to execute perfectly."
"So, everything that happened after we stopped the Apocalypse. That was all a part of yet another plan for me?"
"Yes."
"Everything? Cas' God complex, Sam's soul, leviathans' escape, going to Purgatory, trying to close the gates of Hell, getting the mark, becoming a demon and releasing the Darkness was all a part of your plan?" Dean stopped walking and shouted.
"Yes. I know it was hard. But that was what you had to endure to make you strong enough."
"Bobby's death? Kevin's, Charlie's? They all died because of me?"
"I'm sorry."
"Why? Why did I need to be strong?"
"Because I need you, to help me with the fight against the Darkness." He put his hand on Dean's shoulder. "I took 'Chuck' to watch over you and make sure the dominoes fell precisely in the right way. Otherwise the Darkness never would have been released properly."
"Properly?"
"I have the power to open the lock to the hole I banished her to. However, I needed time to prepare for her."
"How much time?"
"Since Lucifer fell."
"So millennia?"
"When I gave Lucifer the mark, I watched it corrupt him. The seeds of doubt that had already been planted in his head by chance, were watered by her constant presence. He gave it to came in order to corrupt humanity. I sent my son down to Hell and created a weapon that will - in time help me fight against the Darkness."
"Me? I'm the weapon?"
"Yes."
"Let me guess. I'm your weapon. Your perfect vessel."
"That is why Michael believed you to be his sword. If you are strong enough to contain me, then you can contain him."
It took Dean a moment to get a grip on the situation. Once again, history had repeated itself and he was in the centre of an unbelievable choice because of a massive, biblical, apocalyptic, end is nigh fight between siblings.
It took some time but he eventually found the words. "If you wanted to possess me, why go through all this? Why did I have to be strong? Why did all those people have to die because of me?"
"Because I can not possess someone who doesn't possess the mark."
"The mark? Why? It's your sister's stamp."
"It is both of ours. We are the marks and we both need them to obtain the host's body. Her ideal one is any strong female form, after all, I based man on my own image and I used my sister as inspiration for woman."
"Then why do you specifically need me?"
"Because you are stronger than her, you mean something. You are perfection."
"Now that's where I have to stop you. I am not perfection. I have done a shitload of crap that's bad in my life. I've killed, tortured, lied, blasphemed, stolen, more than likely committed adultery, lusted. Pride, gluttony, whatever. I've done it all. I am not perfect."
"You were in your previous life. But you have adapted to modern day perfection."
"Previous life?"
"You do not remember? My son. I must remind you." He put his hand to Dean's forehead and suddenly he was overcome by memories of a man who looks nothing like him and events he knows of but doesn't know them as himself. He fell to his knees at the strength of the memories. "You remember?"
"Jesus, that hurt." He said regaining his bearings. "Jesus..." He repeated. "Jesus... Am I Jesus?"
"You were." God admitted. Dean felt like he was going to be sick. He had so many memories of another life lived; they couldn't belong to him. "Now you are Dean Winchester."
"God sacrificed his only son."
"Yes."
"But he was a representation of God to his creation."
"Yes."
"So, that makes me..."
"Me. Yes. But you are human. The last human I created. True perfection." He sighed, knowing the truth was finally out. "I hid you in Heaven, somewhere I knew no angel could find you until it was time. Then they made your parents meet. They had you and my angels and former angels gave you your brother Sam." He looked back in the distance to the graveyard. It was far away but they could still see the three of them standing there.
"So my personality, my traits, my characteristics... That's all you?"
"I created you exactly how you are, yes. Though no, they are not my own traits."
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why does there need to be a fight? Why do you and Amara have to have a final showdown? Why does Earth have to get involved? Why do humans have to suffer for what you are trying to clean up?"
"I see you've spent a lot of time talking with my sister."
"We were bonding."
God chuckled. "Light and dark are too contrasting, there has always been a struggle between the two. But eventually, the light must overcome the darkness."
"Why? What makes the light good and the dark bad?"
"Because from the darkness, come monsters and sins and chaos. The light shines goodness upon creation."
"Did you try to make me this rebellious or is that my personality breaking free and not complicit to dick father?"
"I wanted you to be a warrior. A hero. A hero must have flaws just as a villain must be heroic."
"Yes. But you should know, that I have changed you since your last life."
"So Jesus, I wasn't always like this?"
"No, you have modernised and changed with the times." His eyes shifted. God was waiting but Dean didn't know what to reply with anymore. "Dean?" He looked up from the ground he was staring at. Despite however interested he pretended to be with it. "Will you help me with the Darkness?"
"If I say yes, then what? What will happen to Chuck when you let him go?"
"I will send him to Heaven."
"To the angels? Won't they use him, haven't they turned against you at the moment?"
"I will send him to his Heaven not the fortress I built, but here." He opened his hand and Dean saw things he couldn't believe. He saw Heaven in God's hand. "This is the Heaven I use in order to keep some of my particularly special creations safe. I even have your parents here."
"They're there? In your... hand Heaven?"
"Yes. Do you not remember when your father broke out of Hell? When he disappeared, I collected him and since he's shared a Heaven with your mother, Mary. That is why you could not find them in Heaven last time."
"Mary... Is my mum an-"
"No. She is not a reincarnation of the Virgin Mary. Though she is key and shared many characteristics with you, as you do with your father."
"Will I die? When you take over, will I ever be able to come back?"
"No. Your body will belong to me. You will have given yourself to me but I can promise to put your soul into Heaven with John and Mary as soon as you ask it, after what is to happen between myself and my sister." Dean sighed. He knew that every choice he makes there would be consequences and his sacrifice. But he couldn't leave Sammy either. Or Cas. He couldn't leave his family behind, and unprotected. "Dean?" He looked into what he would have thought were Chuck's eyes again. But they weren't, they weren't even Adam's. They belonged to God.
They both found that they had walked back towards the graveyard. They could see Sam, Cas and Amara standing there still. God stopped Dean for a moment. "May I show you something?" Dean nodded in agreement and murmured a little yes. But it was barely audible.
God stretched his hand to Dean's forehead again. Though Dean's eyes were closed, he could see what God wanted to show him. He didn't know what it was, but it was amazing. He felt amazing just seeing it. God removed his hand, and seeing Dean's slightly happy yet confused face made him smile.
"How did it feel?" He asked as they resumed walking.
Dean didn't know how to summarise it. "Pure... It felt almost... perfect? What was it? Your true form?"
"No. It was your soul."
The bluntness of the comment threw Dean off a bit. "My soul...? How...?"
"I told you Dean. You are special." He once again put his hand on Dean's shoulder, like how John used to do it. He looked Dean in the eye, with sincerity in his. "I know that it is not ideal. And it will take a lot of personal sacrifice. But I know you. You would do anything to protect my creation. I thank you for that. With me and you working together against the Darkness, she will be weaker and more willing to talk... I do not wish to kill my sister." He sighed. "But if I must do it. I will do it to protect my children. She cares for you, she will want no harm to come to you. Despite, there being none."
"So you'll also have leverage. She'll be open to negotiations."
"Precisely." He removed his hand from Dean's shoulder. "This is the option that saves more people than takes. My sister and I... I know that we will both argue and fight if there is no medium between us. You will be the barrier to prevent the chaos erupting that will surely come if we were to talk alone."
It was Dean's turn to sigh. It was time for him to make up his mind.
"Dean? May I?"
"Why do you need to ask for permission?"
"Because I also believe in Free Will." They shared a secret smirk together.
"Dean?" God asked.
Dean looked to Sam and Cas. 'Possibly for the last time' he thought. He needed to do it for them. They'd do it for him. "Promise to keep Sam, Cas and everybody safe?"
"I promise."
"Then... yes."
Sorry to leave it at a cliffie again but that was where I had always planned on leaving it. I hoped you liked it, I've been waiting ages for this chapter. I know it's far fetched and I can't believe I even wrote it because I one point I wouldn't even say 'son of a bitch' because I thought it was a sin against God. Now, look. But just because I write, doesn't mean I believe it. But I just think it would be an amazing story line if it did happen. Those who guessed Chuck were correct and now Rob Benedict has been confirmed for 11x20! OH MY GOD HE MIGHT ACTUALLY BE GOD! Please please please please REVIEW THIS CHAPTER! I NEED TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! FOLLOW AND FAVOURITE AT WILL!
