Final Chapter:

The tension in the air was enough to strangle those pushed inside the town hall. It would be worse, if no lights were on, but they were still in the dark. Their begs and cries for help went unanswered from those with the black eyes, who guarded all the exits. They should be grateful to still have their lives, but they were crippled with fear. Nobody was going to help them. They were going to die.

Among the crowd stood a twelve-year-old boy. His eyes were open, but his mind was gone. Something was happening to him. Nobody knew, and he saw what no one should see or ever know.

In the darkness, he stood outside beside the demon now holding the Colt. He watched the monster point the gun down toward a bloody John Winchester. His breath caught as the hammer pulled back, and an ugly finger wrapped around the trigger. The boy could not close his eyes as he watched a hero die.

The demon then plunged his hand into the hero's chest, retrieving the bullet. He reloaded and then spun the gun around toward an angel, Michael, and its bullet struck his heart. Michael exploded into a white cloud of golden particles. As he did, the chaos around them ceased. Then, the other angels screamed before they too exploded into white clouds.

The war was over. The demons had won. Those still breathing on the battleground would soon be killed by the remaining demons. Those inside the town hall would be slaughtered. The end of the world was here. The boy was its witness.

"No," the boy screamed. "No! No." He broke down into tears as everyone looked at him. "It won't happen. I swear to you, God, that it won't happen." The boy wiped his tears away. "I'll stop this."

"You and what army, boy?" The boy looked up at an old man standing nearby. "We're all dead. Just accept it."

"Not me. I'm still alive."

Spinning around, the boy looked for a way to escape the confines of the town hall. All the exits were guarded. He dared not go near those demons that guarded them. Biting his lip and tightening his fists, his eyes fell on a small window near the podium. If he could open it, there would be enough space for him to sneak through, but he needed a distraction. His eyes returned to the old man still standing beside him. "Help me," he said.

"Help you do what, boy?"

"Help me escape."

"They'll kill you."

"They'll kill me and everyone inside this place anyway."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I saw it! There's a war going on right outside, and that war is for us. If we lose, the demons win, and they will kill us."

"We'll win," but the old man's voice wavered.

"No, we lose."

"And what can you do to change it, boy?"

"Help me get out of here. Help me, or we are all dead." The old man nodded slowly. "I need a distraction."

Suddenly, the boy realized that everyone had heard what he had said. Some women cried while others pulled their children closer to them. The men looked at each other and nodded. Everyone including the boy was now staring at the front doors.

"Wait a few minutes, boy," one man then said.

Suddenly, the men charged the front doors. They pushed against it with all their might. The doors started to open as more demons guarding the other exits hurried over to the front doors to try to keep them closed.

"Go! Go," another man yelled.

As the boy hurried to the window and threw it open, he turned to see that man, who told him to go, was now dead. A fist had come through the door and right into his chest. Quickly, the boy kicked out the screen and hurried outside as more screams filled the inside of the town hall. He could not look back but just run. If he got caught, then he would have thrown away his only chance in saving the world.

Sam, Dean and Kyle hurried through the tunnels underneath the town. They bumped into a few guards that quickly followed behind them. A few minutes later, they found John Winchester, Helena, and Ryan.

"Dad, the demons are here."

"I know, Sam. They killed a few of Helena's people already."

"Why is she with you?" Helena looked at Kyle and then at Dean.

"Because the demons are after her." Dean stared at Helena but then looked at Ryan. "Why is he with you?"

"Relax, Dean. I'm on your side."

"Sure you are, Ryan."

"Listen! There is only one way out of here, and the demons are already there."

"So, we're trapped," Sam asked as he stared at Helena.

"There is one other option." Helena looked at her guards, who slowly nodded before backing away. "Fight your way out if you can, and take out as many of those demons in the process." She sadly watched her men hurry away.

"Helena, what are you doing?" She looked over at John Winchester but didn't answer.

Suddenly, a white flash blinded everyone. When it cleared, they were above ground inside the town. Everyone looked at Helena, who seemed drained.

"Helena." She turned to see Scar standing behind her with an army of demons including Ronan next to him. "You are so predictable. You brought them right to me. Thank you."

"Scar. I should have known."

"Kill them." Scar grinned as his demons advanced toward the Winchesters, Ryan, Kyle, and Helena.

Suddenly, the Arch Angel Michael appeared with a group of his own people standing behind him. An instant later, Callie appeared with Jordan, Jeff, and a very much alive Gail. Then, a third angel with his group appeared.

"Is that it?"

"That's it, Scar. You're not smiling now, are you?" Michael approached Scar, who only continued to stare at him.

"Give me a minute."

Suddenly, more demons appeared. A lot of them were the town's people. They all gathered behind Scar.

"You won't win this." He pushed his black coat back, revealing the Colt tucked in his pants. "You won't." His eyes moved toward John Winchester, who stared at the gun. "So, what are the rules?"

"I know you better than that, Scar. You don't follow rules."

"Then, I guess you brought all these good people here to their death, Michael."

"Everyone will be on an even battleground."

"And how's that?"

Suddenly, a priest emerged from one of the groups of people. He clutched a very old book containing very old scriptures. A smile spread across his face when he saw the look on Scar's face.

"Let's not waste any more time of this world's. Father, go over there and begin." Michael watched the priest move away from all of them and toward an empty spot nearby.

"Wait! Father, take these two with you." Helena pushed Kyle and Ryan toward him.

"Helena, what are you doing?"

"They can't fight, Dean. They'll be safer with him. Go!" Helena gestured to Kyle and Ryan to follow the priest.

"Helena!"

"Leave it alone, Dean." His father shot him a look.

"Listen to your father, Dean." Scar grinned at them. "Let's start this now!"

Opening the book to the middle section, the priest started to chant from one of the scriptures. Speaking Latin, the world seemed to come to a halt, and the priest made a symbol in the air with his fingers. As he did, a large crash of thunder was heard overhead. He continued to chant but then glanced at Michael. He was ready, and Scar saw that, giving the signal for his minions to attack. And they did, and the war began.

Wrestling with a woman demon, Gail's eyes changed from brown to gold. She clutched the woman's arm and threw her to the side. At the same time, she drained the woman of her energy, rendering her unconscious. She watched a black cloud escape from the woman's mouth and sink back down into the ground. Turning, she noticed a young man lifting rocks with his mind and hurling them at the demons around him.

Beth snuck up behind the young man. Her innocent hands transformed into monstrous claws. With one swift motion, she cut the young man down. A sinister smile twisted across her lips as she turned toward Gail and slowly made her way over to her while flexing her claws open and closed, but Gail surprised her by charging toward her.

Dean and Sam fought back to back. Neither of them could see where their father went. They continued to fight as the demons attacked them.

Ryan watched the fight unfold as he stood near the priest and Kyle. He shook his head when Kyle looked at him. Giving her a small, comforting smile, he reached behind his back and slowly withdrew his knife. He took a breath and then stepped toward Kyle, preparing himself for what he had to do, but just as he was about to strike, Ronan attacked him.

Ronan slammed his fist into Ryan's back. Ryan stumbled forward, dropping the knife to the ground. Ronan kicked him in the head, and Ryan blacked out. As he laid unconscious on the ground, Ronan snapped up the knife in his hand. He turned toward Kyle, who looked from him to Ryan and then back to him. "I think this was meant for you." He waved the knife toward her. "This time, dear sister, you stay dead," and he moved toward her. He would have moved faster, but he could feel that soul inside of him trying to slow him down. "It's too late," he hissed. "Too late for the both of you."

As he hurled the knife at Kyle with all his strength, his smile slowly faded. The knife flew past her and slammed into the priest's chest. "No," he roared. "That knife was meant for her, Ronan," and he charged past Kyle, trying to retrieve the knife. But Kyle now raced after it too.

Kyle and Ronan seized the knife at the same time, pulling it out of the dead priest. They wrestled with it, turning the blade toward each other. Ronan nicked her neck, drawing blood, but then Kyle sliced his arm. They grew closer as they fought, and then the knife struck home.

"Die, dear sister. Die," Ronan said with a smile as he stepped back, admiring the knife now buried in Kyle's chest.

Kyle stared down at the knife. She quickly pulled it out of her chest, and Ronan's smile faded. She dropped the knife to the ground and stumbled back. She looked around her and realized that the demons had regained their abilities, throwing people around like dolls or snapping their necks. She fell to the ground and stared at the blood coursing down her shirt.

John Winchester made his way over to Scar, who just snapped the neck of a man that he was fighting with. He threw the man's body aside without a second thought. His eyes turned and met John's gaze. "What kept you?"

"You know, the fight."

"Well, is this going to be fast or painful for you? I think painful." Scar started to use his ability to suffocate John Winchester. "If you give me that bullet that you are holding, I'll just snap your neck like the other guy."

"You can go to hell." John Winchester used all his strength and charged at Scar, knocking him down onto the ground.

Suddenly, a white force field appeared over the body of Kyle. Ronan stepped back as it grew larger, and with a sound like thunder, the force field exploded, enveloping all the demons including Ronan nearby. Black shadows flew back out of their human shells and then exploded into white. The bodies fell to the ground. Most of them were dead, and as they dropped, Kyle sat up and rubbed her chest. She turned toward Ryan, who gaped at her, and then she looked over at Ronan's body. Her brother was gone.

Standing up from a broken John Winchester, Scar looked over at Kyle. His face twisted into a violent rage. He ripped the bullet from John's pocket and loaded the Colt. He then looked down at John, ready to fire that bullet into his chest.

"Hey, Scar," John said, coughing up blood. "You think you won? Think again." Scar's finger curled around the trigger. "Before you kill me, you should know something."

"What," Scar snarled.

"Closer. Come closer," John whispered, growing faint. "Or you'll never know."

"What is it," and Scar leaned down, grabbing John by the front of his shirt. "What!"

"You're so stupid," and John grabbed the Colt from him, hurling it over to a twelve-year-old boy.

Nearby, Gail wrestled with Beth. She was bloody, carved up by Beth's claws, but she managed to drain some of Beth's energy. Still, the little girl was too strong, and she knew it. She knew that she would kill Gail.

Dean and Sam were surrounded by demons. They continued to fight back to back. Neither of them knew what was going on with their father.

Kyle sat beside Ronan, holding his body close to hers. She cried silently. She jumped at the sound of a gun. She knew that the war was over.

Scar looked down at the bullet hole in his chest. He screamed into the air, and his screams were answered by the surviving demons. He turned into a shadow but then exploded into a black cloud of dust, covering the twelve-year-old boy still holding the Colt.

Similar to the boy's vision, the remaining demons then too exploded into black clouds, releasing their human hosts. Their bodies fell to the ground. Beth was just about to slice Gail's throat when she let out a monstrous scream and exploded into a black cloud. Nothing was left behind, and she was the last one to go. As she did, the angels vanished into a brilliant white light. The only one that stayed behind was Helena.

Sam and Dean hurried over to their father, who was smiling at the twelve-year-old boy. They looked at the boy and then back at their father. Dean took his father's hand in his, and Sam did the same.

"My boys." John Winchester squeezed their hands. "I am so… So very proud of both of you." He pulled their hands closer to his chest. "Take care of each other. I'll try to… Check in on you from time to time. I love… I love you…"

"Dad! Dad!" Sam started to cry.

"He's gone, Sam." Dean placed his hand on his brother's shoulder as tears ran down his face. "He's gone." His tear-filled eyes settled on Kyle, who still held Ronan in her arms.

"Kyle, he's dead." Ryan stood beside her.

"I know. You tried to kill me, Ryan."

"I did what I was told to do. I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" She jumped to her feet. "I should kill you!"

"Get away from her, Ryan." Dean now stood beside her. "Kyle, did you see what you did?" Kyle shook her head. "You saved everyone. Almost everyone." He looked back at his father and then down at Ronan. "I'm sorry, Kyle," and she fell into his arms, crying hysterically. "I'm so sorry." He glared over at Helena, who slowly approached them. "Can you save him?" Dean looked over at his father. "Can you save both of them?" He now looked at Ronan's body.

"I can't, Dean. Too much death has been spilt, and I too am close to the end. I'm sorry, but I can't."

"Can't you," Sam demanded as he stood behind her. "Please, Helena."

"I'm dying, Sam," Helena replied. "I only have moments left, but I can do this."

A white flash blinded them. A moment later, they were all able to see again. The dead bodies were gone. All of them except John Winchester, who Helena knew that they would want to bury or burn. The town remained, and so did the living. The town's trapped residents now stood outside the town hall, and Helena was gone.

"Where the hell are you going," Dean asked Ryan as he moved away from them.

"I am going to the police," Ryan said. "I am turning myself in for the death of that girl," and he walked away from them.

"Sir?" Dean looked down to see the twelve-year-old boy holding out the Colt for him to take. "I think this belongs to you."

"No, it's yours," Dean replied. "Keep it safe," and he watched the boy hurry away toward the group of residents now staring at them.

"What should we do with dad's body?"

"We'll bury him, Sam." Kyle stepped away from him. "Kyle?" She looked around, and tears filled her eyes. "Ronan's body is gone. I'm sorry." She wiped her tears away. "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too," she said to them. "Is it over?"

"I hope so," Sam replied. "But there might still be monsters out there, looking to stir things up again."

"The family business," Dean said. "Hunting things that go bump in the night." He looked at Sam. "Dad would not want us to stop."

"No, Dean. He would not."

Dean now looked at Kyle. "You game?"

"For hunting monsters? Is that what you two are going to do after all this?"

"We're hunters," they both replied.

"I think," but she trailed off.

"You think what," Sam asked.

"I think I want to go home. It's time to go home."

"Maybe, you're right," Dean agreed. "You need a lift there?"

"No. I'll find my own way. Thank you, Dean." She hugged him. "Thank you, Sam." She hugged him. "Maybe, next time I see you two, it won't be the end of the world."

"Let's hope not," Sam said.

"But I hope to see you again," Dean said. He watched her walk away. "Interesting girl," he muttered.

"Interesting life," Sam replied. "We could give it up."

"And what? Work in retail? I don't think so, Sammy. Now, let's go."

"After you," and he followed his brother away from the edge of the world.