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A/N: Short update because I felt bad for making everyone wait.
Sam is on the edge of sleep feeling the fog of dreams weave within his mind as his breath becomes deeper and deeper.
"Sam, wake up. Sam... hurry..."
The hunter wakes with a start tangling himself in his sheets when he stands. After removing the offending sheets Sam makes his way through the dark room and runs into Dean by the door.
"Did you...?"
Dean frowns, "Yeah, it was weird."
It's pitch black when they climb into their latest 'borrowed' car to head south to whatever calls them. They drive in brittle silence trying to ignore the feeling of dread that builds with every passing minute. Dean pulls off the paved road to follow a dirt road until they end up in an open field under a blanket of stars.
A rustle of wings make them jump, weapons out and ready.
"Dean."
No response.
"Sam?"
The Winchesters ignore Castiel and Samandriel letting their gaze return upwards.
The sky rains fire.
~~0O0~~
The sky fills with billowing clouds of ash and smoke as the alien ships hover above them. Whale-like monstrosities roar as they swim through the air and the gray humanoids advance towards their small group. When the first batch of aliens reach them, Dean is the one to strike. He grabs hold of a metal chest plate and rears back and punches with all his strength. No one knows who's more surprised when his fist produces a large dent in the skull but it's enough to start the frenzy. Dean pulls back attacking with guns augmented to pierce armor and bone and Sam slashes with blades coated in magic.
Everything burns and burns and they battle fiercely because this is their home and they know they will die protecting it.
But then a miracle.
A ship sails through the wind, crashing against the hull of an alien ship sending it down in flames. Ghost-like warriors pour out in waves bringing down those unlucky enough to stand within reach of their swords. The howl of a large beast attracts the enemy and its jagged teeth tear through them as if they were made of tissue paper. An eruption from underground flings everyone in different directions as a snake sprouts from beneath. The serpent snaps at the ships in the air, hissing angrily when they fire in retaliation. The Winchesters stand in awe wondering why the end is this bright. Even before with the demons and leviathan it hadn't been like this but maybe it's because this is the final battle.
There is no portal or door to lock their enemies away.
There is only blood and death.
Ragnarök.
TBC
Edited: 10-30-2013