::This is it. We've made it to the end of the line. I have spent years creating these OCs and their relationships with our Boys and I feel it's fitting to debut my last story on their last day of filming Supernatural. I am deeply connected to my stories and the characters have taught me a lot about myself and my relationships. I hope you have enjoyed the ride.

Please let me know what you think. Thank you so much for sticking around this long. I'm sure I'll be back to dabble in the Winchester Ranch universe that I've created, but they'll be monster of the week, stand alone stories.

Love and internetty hugs.

The Girl with the Dinosaur Tattoo.::

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Chapter 1

Ten Years Later

Serra

"I'm out," I shouted, holding my hand out in the open space between Levi and me. Without hesitating, my son tossed another clip of Weapons Stone bullets, and dropping my empty clip, I slid its replacement in and continued to fire at the monsters heading towards us.

Levi shook his head. "I feel like they're evolving," he muttered, sighing heavily. "They're harder to put down."

Pressing my teeth together, I fired once more, putting a bullet between the last creature's eyes. "I really don't want to agree with you," I replied, "but I do."

Glancing to my left, I took a deep breath, calming my nerves. We had cleared the area of monsters; demons, hellhounds, shadow people, and other kinds of evil, but Levi was still on high alert. He had every right to be, honestly. We had been at war for the last ten years or so. This is just how we lived now.

"Grace?" I spoke into the air as if it was a walkie talkie microphone. "All clear."

For now, Grace's voice answered in our minds as if she was standing right next to her. The girls and I are down here at McConnell. They've got some new issues.

Levi and I exchanged a look, "How bad?"

We could almost visualize Grace shrugging. About the same as usual, she answered. One of the captains was possessed last night and launched an air strike against London. They got everything grounded before it got out of hand, but—

"Yeah," I muttered, shaking my head. "This is getting old. Tell me you've got something new on Lucifer."

Nothing else than we already know. We've got the same leads on him in Jordan, but there hasn't been enough movement there yet to tell for sure.

Levi unrolled the belt of ammunition to clip it around his waist as we stood up to head back to my truck. Turning in unison, we both leaned rifles against our shoulders as I answered my sister. "We're heading back to the warehouse soon," I commented. "All's quiet here, for now."

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Grace

I stood between my daughters in the middle of the war room at McConnell Air Force Base and stared at the radar screens that sprawled across the walls. More and more often, larger skirmishes would pop up, putting more civilians in harm's way. We'd lose human life in the process, adding to the undead army that Lucifer had been building over the last ten years.

The second apocalypse was so much worse than the first.

If I slept, I would have nightmares about the beginning; watching the demons come up from the ground, Lucifer's red eyes staring at my family from beyond the boundaries of our protective sigils and enchantments. The battle that had taken place that fateful night had been over too quickly, and it had sent us into all-out war against everything that Hell had to offer. Everett's Gate had yet to be closed, ten years later, no matter how much effort we put into it, so we no longer tried.

He was still a liability when it came to dependability; convinced that somehow a decision that he made would end up killing one of us. Everett was terrified of failure.

Choosing to spend most of his time with Dean, Everett constantly doubted himself and his abilities. Dean spent a lot of time encouraging our son, but they would frustrate each other easily and often, and I spent much of my time soothing arguments between them. Being a brooding sixteen-year-old Winchester definitely had its disadvantages.

Liberty and Glory sighed in tandem, rubbing their faces in almost the exact same way as they stood next to me on the war room platform. Their resemblance to their father was undeniable, though he would say the same about their resemblance to me. Our children were our duplicates in more ways than one.

Lib's powers had increased exponentially once the wars began. She realized very quickly what it meant to protect her siblings and cousins and did so with brute force. She was emotional and raw, using her rage in much the same way as I did to extend her abilities. She was eighteen now, and sometimes more dangerous than I was.

Glory was different. She was very much the protector, using her powers to defend the family. She started small, creating bubbles of protection around each of us, but had matured greatly once she realized she could mark us with her own sigil. The Glory Sigils allowed us to easily be tracked and keep a personal aura of protection around us at any given time. Glory had proven to be a powerful little creature, though she wasn't so little anymore. At sixteen, she was able to keep these protective enchantments around every member of the Winchester family without much effort, even when she was unconscious.

"Well, Winchester," the taller of the two uniformed Air Force soldiers greeted me. "How many lives will be lost today?"

Licking my lips, I took a deep breath. "Hopefully fewer than yesterday, Major General," I sighed. "How close are we to grounding the rest of the jets?"

Major General Jonathan Cato sighed heavily, scratching his graying five o'clock shadow absentmindedly. "They're grounded," he began. "They're practically useless now, without the computer systems, but sometimes they go and take off without a pilot anyway. We're at war with ourselves and there's not much we can do to stop it."

"You can destroy them," Liberty answered quietly. "Or disable them completely."

"That would cost billions," Cato replied. "Those jets are a few million apiece."

I watched as my eldest daughter turned to the Air Force commander. "Then I guess you can stop complaining about losing civilians, then."

Turning on her heel, Lib left the room without another word, Glory in her wake. The only daughter left was Faith, and she watched the exchange silently, her icy blue eyes narrowed, as usual.

Our youngest had her own set of talents. She was only thirteen, but she was the most mature thirteen-year-old I had ever met, and I knew it was because she was more angel than human.

Faith could do anything I could do, but she didn't have to think about it the way I did. She could manipulate the molecules around her, seemingly creating things from nothing. She could kill with the snap of her fingers and throw defenses around entire towns at once. Faith could disappear and reappear anywhere in the world in a matter of seconds with incredible accuracy, even if she had never been there before. She was my right hand, sometimes inviting jealousy from her other siblings, but bottom line, they knew she was the most powerful of the bunch. Faith was unstoppable.

I took a deep breath and shook my head, still watching the board.

I had no idea what to do.

For ten years now, we had been attempting to get Hell's Gate closed, but with no luck. We had lost almost every one of our allies and the world as we knew it was gone. We lived in an apocalyptic state of being; large cities had been destroyed, skyscrapers were rubble, governments were shut down, and martial law had taken over, trying to keep the peace between the surviving humans.

Those who had survived the initial attacks from Hell had sought refuge in small, rural cities and towns across the United States. Things weren't much better in other parts of the world, either. Though Kansas had been the origination of the evils that had spilled from Hell, ten years was a long time, and it had allowed the demons and other evil creatures to travel long distances to spread their panic and terror across oceans. The average person couldn't see the demons that attacked the world, but they could feel them. The supernatural warfare had cut our global population almost in half.

It was horrifying.

Closing my eyes, I shook my head again. If we only knew where Lucifer was and what his actual endgame was, then we might be able to know what to do.

"Mom?" Faith whispered, pointing to the projected world map on the wall. "What's that over there?"

My eyes flicked to where my daughter pointed, somewhere over the Middle East, where we heard rumors of Lucifer setting up his base for months, but we could never find any actual evidence. As we watched, a lake of blue shading grew over the radar. "What is that?" I whispered, moving closer to the maps. "Cold spots?"

"In the middle of the desert?" Cato added. "Is that your man?"

I watched the screen intently. "Don't know yet," I answered. "Probably." I glanced at Faith and lifted an eyebrow. "Shall we?"

"If we're close enough, can we stop at the pyramids?"

I smiled at Faith's reply. "Does proximity really matter?"

The corners of Faith's lips tugged into a wry grin. "Not really," she replied, closing her eyes. "Jordan it is."

She disappeared on the spot. I turned to General Cato, "Keep an eye out. We'll be right back."

General Cato took a deep breath, nodding slowly. I followed my daughter across the world as the General took a seat in the closest chair. "Remember when the supernatural was just a story?" he asked the tall, lanky man standing to his left.

"Not really, sir," he replied. "I was eleven when this all started."

Pressing his lips together, General Cato forced a smile. "Get out of my war room, boy," he chuckled. "You're too young to be here."

"Tell me about it."