So, this is how it ends.
We open on this huge field, stars sparkling above us. It's a familiar field, one that we've seen before, one that you could find anywhere in Kansas. There's the Impala parked in the dirt, the engine off, the car sparkling in the light.
On the hood is Sam and Dean. They're older now, gruffer, maybe having seen a few more almost apocalyptic events that we're not aware of. They're silent, contemplative. They both pull out a beer and cheer to each other.
Fade to black as Metallica takes us away.
The young woman that stands before the microphone beams proudly as she shares her vision, her well-worn book clutched in her hand. She meets Chuck's gaze as the others politely clap.
Chuck clears his throat, "Well, that's an interesting take for sure."
"But is it right?"
That's what they all want to know—how does it end? What makes it into canon? Are his unpublished drafts canon? Did Dean really become a demon? Does God really fight against the boys?
How does it end?
"Does it matter?" He presses instead.
"Of course," The fan pipes up quickly, "It's really important! I mean, the final book is coming out next year. Am I close? What happens to Sam and Dean?"
Chuck just offers her a soft smile and motions for the next fan to approach the mic.
They die, of course.
We all knew that this is how it would end. The boys always said that their lives would end bloody and young. In the end, it isn't an apocalyptic event that kills them, just a hunt gone wrong. A reflex two seconds too late dooms them. As they both lay out on the grass, looking up at the night sky, their hands brush each other's.
Sam and Dean have been the only constant in each other's lives. Maybe some people would say that's great. Others tragic. That's not for us to decide. What does matter is that as their blood spills out onto the dirt, they don't have to be afraid.
Even in death, they'll go together.
The man proudly finishes his contribution, a self-assured smirk on his lips. He waits for feedback, clearly daring Chuck to disagree with his ending.
"That's one way to end it," He says instead, "And I could see how it ties into the mythos of the series."
"Duh," He rolls his eyes.
"But you'll just have to wait and see when the book comes out."
"Hey!" He exclaims, "C'mon, give us a hint or something!"
Chuck laughs, leaning forward, tapping the mic. The author mutters, "My opinion doesn't matter."
"Bull!" Someone else screams.
Chuck interjects, "I'm serious. No matter what I come up with, you guys will just rewrite it."
"Fine," Someone else calls out, "Then give us an ending."
Here's how it ends—quiet.
Sam and Dean don't go out in a final blaze of glory. They don't move away and begin suburban lives. They just live. Like you and me. Is it exciting? No. Maybe they take up Bobby's position in the community. Maybe they just quit hunting all together. It doesn't matter. What would you do when you survive the apocalypse multiple times? How could your life just end?
So, no, there's no definite ending.
Sam and Dean just live.
They have happy moments. Sad moments. Just moments.
Cause life is just that, right? A series of moments.
The fans regard him like an idiot.
Maybe he is. Maybe the ending should be one of these dramatic ones. A poetic one. Something that ties into the mythos.
"So?" A new woman steps up to the mic, her gaze narrowed, "How does it end?"
Chuck just sighs.