Brother, we've made it
AN: First off, there are NO SPOILERS here for the series finale. This was written before the final episode aired. So, it should be safe to read in case you haven't watched "Carry On". In case you have watched it – I'm… fine… with the real ending (and by 'fine' I mean I've been bawling my eyes out for a while). So, this isn't a fix-it. You can read it as such if you'd like to, but it's really just an alternative ending I've had in my head for a while.
Supernatural isn't mine.
Enjoy!
Balance.
It's all about balance. Light and darkness. Creation and destruction. Peace and war. Love and hatred. Life and death. Every good story captures all of that and so much more.
Existence versus nothing.
The protagonists of this script – God's favorite story – are two brothers. They are the heroes in this final chapter, the messengers of a last fight. The chosen ones.
Sam and Dean Winchester.
Two interwoven entities, destiny uniting human and supernatural forces within their hearts. Two souls mended into one. Two warriors in an infinite battle for equilibrium, forged and molded for their final quest long before their existence.
They have faced evil for an eternity, always finding more overly powerful enemies. They have strived and clawed and wrestled for freedom in a world of chaos. The brothers have always been fighting on the front line. And it's a losing battle.
For a long time, they have been in the dark about how to restore true balance in the universe, fighting against all odds but never finding peace.
And then one day the puzzle pieces they have collected their whole lives click into place.
Sam and Dean – they aren't just Cain and Abel, Michael and Lucifer, good and evil. They aren't just puppets in Heaven's and Hell's wars. Certainly, they are all that, but they are so much more. They are family, trust, faith. They are brothers and confidants and soulmates, like no other creations ever before. The brothers' bond is unique and one of a kind, a connection fundamentally crucial for the universal balance – blossoming, anchored, and fortified solely by their love for each other.
They are nothing to the world they are so desperately trying to defend, but everything to each other. And that makes the Winchester brothers an incarnate symbol, a metaphor – a cosmic weapon not even God can defeat. The last ace up the world's sleeve.
They are the ultimate sacrifice.
Sam and Dean will have to be each other's last opponents, but never each other's enemies. Their strength lies in their togetherness – the world's saving in their shared ending. Their deaths, brother claiming brother's life, turn out to be their last hunt. They have always fought to save each other. Now the bitter truth is that their only way to salvation is killing each other.
The brothers' own annihilation is inevitable to save the world – humanity – from its creator. Only with both Winchesters dead, sacrificing each other willingly, without evil forces guiding their hands, the world can be free. Their end will be everything else's reincarnation.
It is an ending the almighty author has always intended but that – paradoxically – defies His omniscience on a cosmic scale. Because in the universe He created there is only one blind spot, just this single tiny spark of knowledge He is oblivious to. Chuck does not know that this ending will also be the end of Him.
By creating His two favorite heroes, God unwittingly dug his own grave.
With Sam and Dean Winchester's final breaths, humanity will be liberated, released from the shackles of superior beings. Everything supernatural will cease to exist. God and his offspring – the Darkness, Death, angels, archangels, reapers, nephilims. There will be no such thing anymore.
No more Heaven.
And no more monsters either. No demons, ghosts, ghouls, vampires, werewolves, wendigos, shapeshifters, demigods… No evil. No Hell, no Purgatory, no Empty, no other dimensions.
Just humans and flora and fauna sharing a planet rich in nature and normal and ordinary. No, it won't be paradise. Just earth, taking its natural course. The world will simultaneously be flawed and beautiful. People will still fight, still lie, still betray – still love, still care, still forgive. And they will do all that on their own, no one writing their stories for them but themselves. And souls? They will crumble into dust along with their decaying vessels. What dies will stay dead. Forever. No more afterlife, just… life.
Tearing asunder the chosen supernatural bond between two brothers will forever extinguish the supernatural.
It is a realization that has Sam and Dean mind-blown, overwhelmed, devastated. First, there is denial – this can't be happening, this isn't the way things are supposed to go – then anger, desperation, grief.
…There ain't no me if there ain't no you…
Followed by hopelessness because in their daily struggle for survival, they have already lost everything and everyone they have ever loved. Family, friends, companions, they are all gone. Every single one. Team free will is reduced to just the two of them. They have nothing to lose except each other.
…If we go, we go together…
This isn't the happy ending they have pictured, not the long peaceful lives they deserve. But after years and years of seemingly infinite tragedy piling up to an all-consuming black hole of hurt and grief, it is a chance at an ending at last… to all the fighting and suffering, to all the pain and loss.
So, finally, after praying and hoping against all odds that they could make it out alive together – there is acceptance.
Sam and Dean are fighters, soldiers – and in the end, they must be, no, choose to be martyrs. Heads heavy, hearts heavier, they know this is the right thing to do, the only way left to save the world. They have to give up the only thing they love, have to sacrifice everything.
One last fight, one last battle to fulfill their destinies.
…Saving people, hunting things, the family business…
It is settled.
What the Winchesters are about to do isn't going to throw the world off its axis. Their sacrifice will finally right it, line it up the way it was always supposed to be. By losing its two unknown heroes, humanity will prevail, will be home free. The brothers will leave, knowing that they have made the world a better place. And that is what matters, what has always mattered.
Their last day in life has come.
Entwined in one last attempt to savor each other's existence, Sam and Dean sit side by side in the only home they have ever known, far away from everywhere, a field of a million stars stretching before them. Shoulders brushing, fingers intertwined, the brothers watch the night sky for one last time. There is comfortable silence between them, decades of brotherhood replaying in their minds.
There is no going back. It is too late for regret, and for once, there is none at all.
The brave men gaze ahead into the dark as the essence of their lives is pooling between them, blending in to one strong tide of deep red. The life seeps out of them, coating the hands that are so desperately holding on to each other, absorbing into the worn vinyl under their bodies, eternalizing their legacies. No words are spoken in their self-chosen tomb – but all their love for each other is right there, filling the air.
Thump… thump… thump.
Two connected hearts gradually slow their pace in sync.
Thump… thump.
Glassy green meets soulful hazel for the last time, a silent promise. One long, longing look – brother, we've made it – reciprocally conveying an ocean of pure, deep love. Then the two pairs of eyes that have looked at each other all their lives close in unison.
Thump.
Dean's last conscious thought is Sam, as Sam's last thought is Dean.
Thu—
Then there is nothing.
Only silence. No clashing of thunder and lightning or blinding meteorite showers or washing of waves. No roaring applause, no blaze of glory. No sign or announcement that the world has changed forever.
Just calm, quiet, peacefulness.
All supernatural disintegrating in the still of the night. Humanity born again, never knowing the heroes who gave their lives for its freedom.
Balance is restored and the world continues to exist, for the first time in its history truly unchained.
Along with the destruction of God's plan and the extinction of everything supernatural as well as the creator Himself, the Winchester story is over.
The chosen brothers are free at last, their ending written by only themselves.
They will never get the shared afterlife like they have always hoped for. But at least they got to live a life together, going out of their own accord. Tonight, the Impala becomes their eternal grave, their everlasting home and haven.
Sam and Dean will be united in brotherhood until the end of time.
The end.
AN: Thanks for reading. I can't believe Supernatural is really over… I might write something for the actual ending, too. And I'll keep writing for the fandom. Just need some more time to process everything. But I've had this version of an ending in my head for a while – for once a rather poetic/vague approach compared to my usual detailed writing style – and I wanted to get it out there. Any thoughts?