"You're in my arms and all the world is gone..."

Dean picked me up, standing me on his toes as he spun us around the room, dancing to the music. It was my favorite scene in Enchanted. Anytime we stopped at a motel, I insisted on watching the movie.

"Dean, would you..." Sam trailed off as he watched the two of us dancing, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

During the instrumental, Dean lifted me off his toes, spinning us while I sat on his hip. I was smiling and giggling the entire time as he hummed along. At the end of the instrumental, he threw me down on the bed, settling in beside me so we could watch the rest of the movie.

Dean, Jack and I sat in the library doing research. We had managed to get Death's book on God open thanks to Lucifer. Chuck had brought him back and he made a new reaper turn into Death so we could open it, and then killed her, leaving the book open. He and Michael had fought, ending with Michael killing him again.

I had one earbud in, listening to music as I worked and humming softly.

"Are you listening to the Enchanted soundtrack?"

I looked up into Dean's green eyes, smirking.

"Maybe."

Michael walked through the door.

"How's, uh, Sam doing? Any progress."

"I hope so," Dean responded. "He's been in there a long time."

Sam entered as he spoke.

"Oh. Why don't you ask him yourself?"

"Sorry," Sam apologized. "It's slow going. But I think I was able to piece it together."

"It?" Michael inquired.

"The spell. There's a spell. It has to been done at a particular place... at an exact angle from the sun. But it will release an unstoppable force that will find Chuck... and finish him."

XxX

The five of us stood around three bronze bowls filled with ingredients by a lake.

"Let's light it up," Dean said.

Sam threw a match to the ingredients and three spires of light shot into the sky.

"Wait. What happened. What's wrong?" Dean asked when it appeared nothing had happened.

Chuck appeared suddenly, using his powers to toss me, Jack, Sam and Dean aside.

"Father," Michael greeted him.

"Son," Chuck nodded. "And listen, I appreciate the heads-up about this."

"It's always been my destiny to serve you."

"Yeah. The thing is, it's kind of late in the game. You did side with the Winchesters. I can't forgive that."

"Father, no. That was a lapse of judgement, I admit, but I swear I..."

"Save it."

Chuck raised a hand, and Michael was destroyed. Sam and Dean stood, approaching him.

"And you two. You know, eternal suffering sounds good on paper, but as a viewing experience, it's just kind of... eh. So we're done. I'm cancelling your show."

"Alright," Sam said. "Well, one for the road."

He threw a punch at Chuck's face, but it hardly did anything.

"Cute," Chuck said.

He used his powers to throw the pair back again.

"Eh, what the heck. I can get my hands dirty."

That was when he started throwing punches. I flinched as I watched the boys become bloodier and bloodier, hearing bones breaking while they continued to get up and take it. Chuck became increasingly angrier, telling them to give in and just stay down. I had to bite my tongue in order to stop myself from crying out. I turned away, covering my ears so I didn't have to see or hear my boys getting beaten to a pulp.

"Why are you smiling?" Chuck finally asked them.

"Because," Sam replied, "you lose."

I turned to look as Chuck turned away from the Winchesters to face Jack.

"Hey Jack," he greeted him, snapping his fingers.

Nothing happened. Jack walked closer to him, placing his hands on either side of Chuck's head. All of Chuck's powers transferred to Jack. When he had absorbed it all, he snapped his fingers, healing Sam and Dean.

"What... what did you do?" Chuck demanded.

"We won," Dean informed him.

"So this is how it ends. My book."

"See for yourself," Sam threw the book to Chuck.

He flipped through the pages, all of them blank.

"There's nothing there."

"Oh, there is," I said. "But only Death can read it."

"That's right," Dean nodded. "So we had to come up with plan 'B'. Which wasn't too hard, though, once we realized that Michael really is a daddy's boy. See, he didn't take it too well when he found out you asked Lucifer for help. Oh, he was desperate to be your favorite again."

"Since we couldn't read the book," Sam continued, "we had to come up with a story about finding a spell, which we knew Michael would feed straight to you."

"All that prep work we did to turn Jack here into a cosmic bomb? Oh. Well, it turned him into sort of a power vacuum. He's been sucking up bits of power all over the place. So when the two heavyweights... your boys... showed up to duke it out, oh. That charged him right up."

"See, we knew Michael would warn you and you would show up here," I chimed in. "And you did. And you killed your own son."

"And you beat the crap out of us," Dean resumed. "Releasing all kinds of power. God power. Jack absorbed it all. It made him..."

"Well it made him unstoppable," I finished.

Chuck laughed then.

"This... This... This is why you're my favorites. You know, for the first time, I have no idea what happens next. Is this where you kill me? I mean, I could never think of an ending where I lose. But this, after everything I've done to you... to die at the hands of Sam Winchester... Of Dean Winchester, the ultimate killer... it's kind of glorious."

He closed his eyes, waiting and Sam and Dean shared a look.

"Sorry, Chuck," Dean said as we walked past him toward the Impala.

"What? WHAT?"

We turned back to face him.

"See, that's not who I am," Dean told him. "That's not who we are."

"What kind of an ending is this?" Chuck demanded.

"His power," Sam said. "You sure it won't come back?"

"It's not his power anymore," Jack replied.

"Then I think this is the ending where you're just like us and like all the other humans you forgot about," Sam answered Chuck's question.

"It's the ending where you grow old, you get sick, and you just die," Dean added.

"And no one cares," I finished. "And no one remembers you. You're just forgotten."

We turned, climbing into the Impala and driving off as Chuck called after us.

XxX

"Alright, kid. Do you think you can pull this off?"

Jack closed his eyes, concentrating. A moment later, people appeared in the streets, carrying on as if nothing had happened.

"Way to go," Dean told him.

"So... does this mean you're the new.. I mean, what do we call you?" Sam stammered.

"Who cares what we call him?" Dean said. "Look, all that matters is he got us back online."

"Hey, what happened to Amara when Chuck..." I trailed off.

"She's with me," Jack replied. "We're in harmony."

"You gonna come back with us to the Bunker?" Sam questioned him.

"What do you mean? Of course he's coming back to the Bunker," Dean glared at Sam. "He's the man with the plan. He's top dog. He can do whatever he wants now. Come on. You know what? We'll spruce the place up. We'll get some recliners. We'll get you one of those big-screen TV's."

"Dean, I'm not coming back home," Jack informed him. "In a way... I'm already there."

"Where?" Dean sounded confused.

"Everywhere."

"So you are Him," Sam said.

"I'm me. But I know what you mean."

"What if we want to see you? You know, or have a beer or whatever?"

"I'm around. I'll be in every drop of falling rain, every speck of dust that the wind blows, and in the sand, in the rocks, and in the sea."

"It's a Hell of a time to bail," Dean quipped. "You got a lot of people counting on you, people with questions. They're gonna need answers."

"And those answers will be in each of them. Maybe not today, but... someday. People don't need to pray to me or to sacrifice to me. They just need to know that I'm already a part of them and to trust in that. I won't be hands on. Chuck put himself in the story. That was his mistake. But I learned from you and my mother and Castiel that... when people have to be their best... they can be. And that's what to believe in. Well... I'm really as close as this."

Jack put his hand over his heart and then raised it in a wave.

"Goodbye."

Turning, he walked off and disappeared.

"See ya, Jack," Sam said into the emptiness.