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Claire sat on the trunk of the Chevelle, staring down at the locket Cas had given her all those months ago. Her parents smiled up at her, normal, happy in that frozen moment of time, and Claire angrily sniffed and wiped at her eyes with her sleeve.

"Looks like I might be on my way, guys," she whispered, closing the locket and clutching it to her heart. "Wait up for me, okay?"

She heard the garage door open, but she didn't turn to see who it was. Instead, she swallowed the lump in her throat and tried her best to look as though she hadn't been crying and talking to her dead parents.A moment later Gavin joined her, sitting next to her. She leaned against him, wrapping her arm around his as she stared off into space. Gavin rested his head against hers, kissing the top of hers.

"We don't have enough souls," Claire whispered.

"I know," he told her.

"I guess this really is it."

"We can get more."

"There's not enough time."

He sighed. "I know."

She looked up at him, eyes welling with tears again. "I just thought I'd have more time, you know? Time to grow up. Fall in love and have a family. Hunt some, too. And just the thought of all my friends and family . . ." she swallowed again, shuddering at the thought of the impending doom around them.

"Claire," Gavin said, taking her face in his hands. He wiped the tears away with his thumbs, his warm, dark eyes peering into her lighter, piercing blue ones. "I just have to tell you – you know I'm not from here. I didn't have anything. No family, no purpose. I was just performing the movements, not really living. Then you lot came along . . ." He shook his head, closing his eyes and composing himself for a moment. He opened his eyes again, his own shining. "I am so glad I met you," he finished in a whisper. "No one makes me feel the way you do. These last few months with you have been the best I've ever had. My father, he told me . . . he tried to warn me, to tell me to stay away from you, because people in our line of work don't last long and it would only bring heartbreak. But I don't care. I love you, Claire. Very, very much."

Claire blinked back tears. "I love you, too," she admitted quietly. "I didn't want to – didn't want to say that, though, because the people I love die or get hurt. But now that we're all dying anyway." She shook her head. "I love you, too," she repeated, pulling him to her and sinking into a long, deep kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck and just held him close.

They paused, though, pulling apart as the electricity in the bunker died. The backup generator kicked on, the lights turning red and an alarm buzzing. Claire and Gavin looked at each other, nervous.

"That can't be good," Gavin remarked nervously.

The two slid off the Chevelle, making their way into the bunker and heading for the war room as the lights returned to normal and the buzzer cut off. They could hear voices as they got closer to the room.

They frowned, though, as they reached the room and found another new face standing there, holding the crystal Rowena had given the boys to make the bomb. It was glowing with a pulsating light as it was filled with what could only be souls.

Gavin and Claire watched in awe as the woman, whoever she was, finished doing what she was doing.

"What the hell is going on?" Claire hissed as Sara joined them from where she'd been standing, dumbstruck, with Alex.

"That's Billie," Sara whispered back as the others continued talking. "She's a reaper – and she just filled the bomb with more than enough souls to defeat Amara!"

"What?!" Claire's eyes were wide as she looked over at the reaper, who was handing the bomb to Rowena.

"We good?" Billie the reaper asked.

"Very," Rowena said, eyes wide as she gingerly held the crystal.

"Super." Billie began to make her way out of the building, exchanging tense goodbyes. Before she left, she glanced towards Crowley, looking him up and down. "Crowley."

Crowley responded with a coy smirk as he watched the reaper leave. He looked back at the others when he realized they were watching him.

"Dad?" Sara raised her eyebrows.

"What?" he demanded sheepishly. "The Winchesters aren't my whole life. I have . . . associates."

"Well, I'm not calling her 'mum'," Gavin retorted, crossing his arms.

"So, now what?" Claire and Castiel asked at the same time.

Everyone exchanged glances, before settling their eyes on Rowena, who was still clutching the glowing crystal.

"Now comes the difficult part," she said ominously. "And it's not pretty."

Claire was numb.

After a certain point, losing people has that effect on a person. Instead of screaming or crying or bargaining, you just become numb. Occasionally, she would regain her senses – her eyes would well with tears, it would feel like there was a rock sitting heavy in the pit of her stomach, and she'd want to start arguing. Then the gravity of the situation would hit her again, and she'd go numb.

She watched Sam and Dean from a distance. She was leaning against the Chevelle, parked next to the Impala. Off to the side, Crowley was holding his desolate daughter, doing his best to comfort her. Alex was much like Claire, staring off, dried tears staining her face. Cas was in a similar pose, standing with Chuck and Rowena awkwardly near the Impala. Gavin lingered near Claire, but knew she was hurting, so kept his distance.

Sam and Dean were talking by the gravestone of their mother. As they finished up their conversation, Dean walked away, leaving Sam.

Alex pushed herself off the Impala, meeting Dean halfway. Dean gave her a smile, ruffling her hair gently.

"You gave us one hell of a set up in the bunker," he said, shoving his hands in his pockets. "You gotta do something with that talent you got."

"I will," she promised.

Dean sobered, sighing. "You, uh – you should know, I know what it's like, losing someone you love, okay? Don't let it take over. It'll ruin you. Don't do anything stupid or rash or . . ."

Alex stepped forward, hugging him. Dean hugged her back gently.

"I know," she whispered.

Dean nodded, patting her back as she stepped away.

"You be good," he told her, and Alex swallowed and nodded before returning to the Impala.

Sara was next, breaking away from her father and wiping the tears from her face to join Dean. He smiled at her.

"Mini-Sam," he grinned, and Sara gave a half-chuckle, half-sob.

"I don't want you to go," she coughed.

"Yeah, I know," he nodded. "I'm pretty awesome."

She laughed again, stepping forward and embracing him. He'd been wary of her at first, she knew – being half demon wasn't something Dean would have thought would result in such a friendship. But he showed her kindness, and in return, she did her best to take care of him. But now that was all ending.

"Hey, listen," he told her, stepping away a bit, but staying close and speaking quietly. "Sam . . . Sam is gonna be pretty messed up for a while. And he'll have Cas, which is great, but . . ." he hesitated, shaking his head. "You're the only person I know so similar to Sam, and he's gonna need someone to make sure he stays sane, you know? Someone who can look out for him once in a while. I know that's a lot to ask of a kid, but, I dunno, just – just keep an eye on him, will ya?"

Sara smiled, heart feeling as though it were crumbling inside of her chest. In that moment she held all the respect in the world for Dean Winchester, a man who was knowingly and willingly going off to die, but was more concerned with his brother surviving without him.

"I will," Sara swallowed. "I promise."

Dean gave her a small smile and pulled her into another hug.

"Thank you," Sara whispered. "For everything."

She stepped away, turning and walking away quickly to hide the new tears that were steadily flooding down her face.

Dean looked at Claire, and she knew she'd have to say goodbye, too.

Her emotions flooded back to her as she slowly crossed the cemetery, stopping a few feet from Dean.

"So, this is it," she said, shoving her hands into her pockets. "Going down in a blaze of glory?"

"Better than getting old. Trust me, I do not make a pretty old guy."

Claire looked away, wondering for a moment how she was not crying.

"Hey, make sure Sam doesn't mess with my car too much," Dean told her. "Don't let him douche it up." He noticed the backpack sitting by the front door of the Chevelle, and nodded at it. "You goin' somewhere?"

Claire glanced back at it. "Oh, yeah. Back to Jody's for a bit. Then Alex said maybe she wants to go see her Dad, get back in touch with him. Figured I could drive. Keep busy . . ."

They were silent for several long moments.

"Hey," Dean started, but Claire ignored him, stepping forward and throwing her arms around him. Dean wrapped his arms around her, holding her as she swallowed back some tears and blinked rapidly at her stinging eyes. She took in everything she could about Dean – his feel, his smell, the way he rubbed her back gently in an attempt to comfort her – and tried to freeze this moment forever, not wanting to let go of the first person to ever make her feel normal.

"I love you, you idiot," she hissed.

He smiled a little. "Yeah, yeah, I know you do. I love you too, kid."

Claire released him reluctantly, stepping back and exchanging glances with him.

He grinned. "Later, Miley."

She grinned, too, despite her grief. "See you 'round, Hasselhoff."

She swallowed her pain, backing up and returning to her car as Dean went to exchange words with Castiel. Alex and Sara were waiting for her by the Chevelle. Sara reached out, taking her hand, and Alex laid her hand on Claire's arm. The girls stood, watching as Dean said his goodbyes, all three tearing up as he exchanged words and the keys to the Impala with Sam.

With a snap of Chuck's fingers, Dean Winchester was gone, leaving behind a grief stricken family, and a legacy.