Tears streamed down my face silently. Beside me stood Sam, neither of us speaking as we stared at the body sitting on the pyre. I reached out and scratched the golden retriever sitting between us behind the ears. Swallowing, Sam flicked open a lighter, dropping it at the base of the pyre.

It didn't take long for the corpse to go up in flames. It wasn't fair... I wanted my Dean back.

Sam, Jack and I stared around at the empty streets as the familiar rumble of the Impala's engine met our ears and Dean pulled up. When he climbed out, I noticed a handprint on his jacket right where Castiel had touched him when he first pulled Dean out of Hell. It also looked like he had been crying.

"Everyone's gone," Sam said. "You see anybody on the way here?"

"No," Dean shook his head, voice hoarse.

"I couldn't save anybody. Billie-"

"It wasn't Billie," Dean interrupted his brother. "It was Chuck."

My blood boiled as I seethed. I had had enough of Chuck's antics. I just wanted to kill the son of a bitch and move on.

"What?" Sam questioned the elder Winchester.

"Where's Cass?" Jack asked.

Sam looked to at the empty Impala and back to Dean, as if just realizing the angel wasn't with him.

"Dean?"

Dean swallowed, looking like he was going to start crying again.

"He saved me. Billie was coming after us, and Cass summoned the Empty. It took her. And it took him. Cass is gone."

I walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his middle. I felt his arms snake around and squeeze me back as he buried his face in my hair.

"This can't be happening," Sam shook his head.

"It is, Sam," Dean told him, still hugging me. "I think everyone's gone."

Sam pulled out his phone, trying to call different people, but getting their voice mails.

"Jack, I'm sorry," Dean addressed the Nephilim.

XxX

"It brings a whole new meaning to the term 'sudden death'," Dean chuckled humorlessly.

We were in a deserted diner. Jack had stayed outside a moment, needing some time to himself.

"Dean, do you think we're it? All that's left?" Sam asked him.

"Yeah. You, me, Jack, Angelica."

I flinched slightly at his use of my full name. There were few times I could ever remember Dean ever using it to address me. It was always either Angie or kiddo from him. If he was using it now, that meant he was in a lot more distress than he was letting on. A moment later, Jack joined us in the diner.

"Hey. So, um, what now?"

"I did this," Sam stated. "We could have just given Chuck what he wanted, you know, his grand finale. But I resisted. I pulled the thread. I thought we could beat this game, do it better. We tried to rewrite him, and the whole world payed the price."

"Sam, we can..."

"We can what? There's nothing left, Dean. No one left to save. Everybody's gone."

"You can't just give up," Jack cut in.

"What other choice do we have?" Sam growled.

XxX

I sat cross legged on the floor, running my fingers through the drunk man's hair. Dean refused to talk about it, but I could tell Cass's sacrifice was taking a greater toll on him than he wanted to admit. Just then, Sam entered the library.

"Angie? What..."

"I couldn't wake him..."

Sam swallowed and I got out of the way as he helped his brother sit up. The elder Winchester stirred slightly.

"Dean? Hey. Look out. You okay?"

Dean stared drunkenly up at Sam and I.

"I feel terrific," he slurred.

Sam and I exchanged a look as Jack came into the room.

"Guys, I'm... feeling something weird."

"Yeah, me too, pal," Dean said. "We need aspirin."

I rolled my eyes, nodding once at Sam as I went to search for the requested aspirin.

XxX

"Come on, Miracle. Come here. Sammy! Check it out."

Sam and I turned to see Dean walking back toward the Impala, a golden retriever by his side.

"You found a dog?" Sam asked incredulously.

"Yeah. I guess Chuck didn't get everything. I mean, maybe there's people he missed, you know? Look, either way, the guy's coming home with us."

"You're gonna let a dog sit in the Impala?"

I glared at Sam, internally screaming at him to shut up. It was the first time Dean had properly smiled since this madness had started and I didn't want Sam ruining it for him. Dean was telling Sam to relax, letting the dog into the backseat.

"Here we go. Good boy. Come here. You know, believe it or not, you're the best thing that's happened in the last few days. Yeah, you are. Good boy."

My heart clenched in my chest, listening to Dean talk to the dog. Just then, it vanished into thin air, in much the same way everyone else had been disappearing. Dean looked around, startled before fixing his gaze in the distance. I turned to see what he was staring at and made out Chuck's form, watching us.

After getting Jack, we continued our drive, trying to find whatever being he was sensing. Once night fell, Jack slept beside me in the back seat. Dean had been silent ever since the gas station and Sam and I didn't know what to say to make him feel better.

"Unbelievable," Dean finally exclaimed. "Can't even save a friggin' dog."

My heart clenched in my chest again, as Sam gave his brother an apologetic look.

"Yeah, maybe that's the point. No one left to help. No one but us."

Silence fell inside the Impala once more as we continued to drive. Dean made eye contact with me in the rearview mirror and I smiled at him sadly, wishing I could do more to help the man who had raised me. Not long after that we pulled up to St. Michael's church. Jack had woken up and we all got out of the car.

"You sure about this, Jack? Whatever you're picking up is in there?" Sam asked him.

"In there or very nearby. Guys, I have no idea what we're walking into."

As we entered the church built for my father, a voice spoke up behind us.

"So... you survived."

"Dad," I breathed at the same time that Sam said Michael's name.

"When the rapture first began, I took refuge here," Michael explained. "It is St. Michael's, you may have noticed."

"Are you hiding from your dad?" Dean asked.

"I'm sure he's aware I took your side against him. I've avoided using any powers that might attract his attention."

"And Adam?" Sam added.

"Gone. I'm sorry to say. Exterminated by my father like everyone else. Poor bastard never caught a break. How did you four manage?"

"Apparently your old man has a sense of humor," Dean informed him. "He thought it would be hilarious to watch the four of us on an empty planet."

"What, are you, uh..." Sam trailed off as he looked at the open Bibles, "doing some reading?"

"I never spent much time on Earth," Michael shrugged. "I was... curious about the perception of God and Heaven."

"And?"

"Amazingly, the believers loved him. They have for thousands of years. I guess my efforts were more effective than I hoped."

"Your efforts?"

"When God left Heaven, I was certain of his return. So I made sure all of the angels and prophets burnished his image on Earth. The all-knowing, all-seeing, all-caring God."

"Daddy's boy," Dean hissed.

"And now?" I spoke up, ignoring Dean. "After seeing what Chuck's done?"

"We reached out to you," Dean continued. "You ignored us."

"That was then," Michael snapped. "This is now. Tell me what you need me to do."