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Claire parked the Chevelle behind the Impala, and Gavin arrived a moment later, parking his truck beside the Chevelle. The girls got out of the car, and Gavin out of his truck, and they met in the parking lot.

"Well, fellas," Claire said as she stopped in front of Sam and Castiel. "This has been one hell of a day, but we'd better get going."

"You're leaving?" Sam frowned.

Alex nodded. "We're going to go back to Jody's, catch her up." She hesitated. "Then, we're going to go see my Dad."

Sam tried for a smile. "That's great, Alex. I'm sure he'll be thrilled to see you."

Alex shrugged. "Just figured, you know. After this whole apocalypse thing maybe I should tie up some loose ends. Make sure the people I care about know it."

Sam nodded. "I get it," he told her.

He was doing a great job masking the pain, Claire thought as he hugged Alex good-bye. But then again, she supposed both Winchesters were pretty good at that by now. She sure was.

She stepped forward, hugging Sam quickly, before moving towards Cas.

"If you need anything," he started. "Anything at all . . ."

"I know," she told him. She glanced at Alex, then at Sara and Gavin, who were talking quietly. "I'll be okay. And you will, too." She looked back at him. "I'm glad you're okay," she said, hugging him.

He hesitated before hugging back. "Claire, Dean loved you."

She swallowed, nodding. "Yeah." All my loved ones die, she recalled saying to Gavin earlier that day, and she stepped away from Cas. "See you guys later, I guess," she said. "C'mon, guys," she gestured at Sara and Alex.

Sara stepped forward, hesitating and twisting her hair nervously. "I'm going to stay a while," she told her foster sisters.

Claire raised her eyebrows, and Sam looked just as surprised.

"You sure?" he asked, frowning.

"Yeah," she shrugged, making it seem nonchalant. "Spend some time with Dad, clean up the bunker a bit. Claire's left a horrible mess," she teased. She glanced at Sam. "That is, if it's okay with you, Sam."

"Yeah, of course," he smiled weakly, a little relieved to have the company. He knew Cas would be busy with heaven, and tracking down Lucifer, and the last thing Sam needed was to be alone.

"We'll stop by in a few days on our way to my Dad's," Alex promised.

"We'll bring pizza," Claire agreed.

"Sounds good," Sara smiled. "Tell Jody I'll be home soon."

Claire nodded, heading back towards the Chevelle with Alex. Gavin joined her, leaning against the car.

"I'm going to stick around for a while longer, too," he told them. "I should be at Jody's by morning."

"Okay," Claire nodded. "Be careful. Drive safe. Wear a seatbelt, watch out for oncoming traffic, blah blah –"

Gavin silenced her with a quick kiss, and Claire flushed red. He pulled away, nodded at Alex, and watched as Claire got into the car, driving away. He waved as the car's headlight disappeared into the distance.

He turned, sighing as he found his father had successfully broken into the liquor store, and followed after him.

His father slid a beer down the bar counter towards him, and Gavin caught it, nodding and taking a seat beside Rowena. She glanced at him over her drink.

"So," she started. "Time travel. That's powerful magic."

"Demon," Gavin replied after taking a pull from his beer.

Rowena raised an eyebrow. "Really? Which one?"

"Abaddon."

Crowley and Rowena scoffed in annoyance at the same time.

"Never did like her," Rowena said haughtily, taking a drink. "So, my lad. Have you been putting your gifts to good use?"

"Nope," Gavin said, taking another drink of beer.

"You just have to learn how to do it," Rowena started enthusiastically. "Once you learn the basics it all starts to come naturally –"

"I know how to do it," Gavin cut her off, continuing to drink. "I just don't."

Rowena glared, and Crowley smirked behind her back. "You sound just like your father as a boy."

"Just as stubborn, too," Gavin promised, and Crowley's smirk widened.

Across the bar, Sara joined Chuck, laying a hand on his shoulder. He was obviously in pain, but gave her a weak smile. She smiled back.

"Can I get you anything?" she asked. "Some water, or something to eat?"

"No, thank you, Sara," he told her. Every moment the color continued the drain from his face, and Sara swallowed, feeling very nervous that this would all be for nothing if Chuck passed before Dean could . . .

She pushed the thought from her mind, turning to join her father.

"He's still out there," Chuck told her, and Sara turned back to him. She sighed, nodding.

"Yeah," she said. "I had a feeling you might say that." She sat across from him. "Do you have any idea where?"

"No," Chuck continued. "He'll jump from vessel to vessel until he finds something strong enough to hold him. I'm surprised he hasn't tried to convince you."

Sara hesitated, then pulled something out from around her neck – it was a simple, odd looking symbol on a leather rope around her neck. Chuck recognized the symbol and smiled.

"A shielding symbol," he acknowledged it. "You've warded yourself against him. Did your father give that to you?"

"Actually I found it on the internet," Sara said, looking down at the symbol. "I wasn't entirely sure if it worked or not, but I suppose it must be if Lucifer isn't trying to speak to me."

"It's working," Chuck confirmed. He took a sharp intake of breath.

"Are you okay?" Sara asked quickly.

"No," he admitted through the spasm of pain. "I'm going fast. It won't be long now."

"I'll get Sam," Sara said, standing and quickly crossing the bar. She laid her hand on Sam's shoulder, and he looked away from his quiet conversation with Cas to acknowledge her.

"It's Chuck," she told him quietly. "I think he's going soon, Sam."

Sam looked grim but nodded, standing and going towards Chuck. Sara sighed and took his seat, rubbing her temples.

"Cas," she said heavily. "Please, please tell me this hasn't all been for nothing."

"I . . . don't know," he admitted after a moment, and Sara's heart sank.

"Chuck?"

Sara frowned at Sam's voice, turning to see him looking around, bewildered.

"Chuck?!" Sam called again, more anxious this time.

"He's gone?" Cas asked, standing.

"He just disappeared!" Sam looked around, walking towards the door. "Chuck?!" His steps slowed as he reached outside, though, staring off into the distance.

"Sam?" Cas frowned, following, and Sara ran after. She heard her father, brother, and grandmother follow.

As they exited the bar, Sara felt the warmth of sunshine on her skin, and squinted up at the sky.

"He did it," Crowley said in awe. The sun was high in the blue sky, normal and beautiful, as though nothing had ever happened.

"He bloody did it," Rowena agreed.

"And Dean?" Cas asked.

They were all quiet. And Dean, Sara wondered as well. If things were back to normal, it must mean Chuck and Amara were both gone, and Dean was . . .

Birds chirped as they flew by, and people began to return to the streets, pointing at the sky and voicing their confusion. Sara looked at the others; her brother looked immensely relieve. Crowley and Rowena both had small smiles of relief. Cas was staring at Sam, who was staring into the sky, face stony. Sara swallowed, stepping to stand beside him, and stare into the sky.

Claire squinted as the sky was suddenly engulfed in light, and swerved off the road and onto the shoulder the best she could. Her and Alex exited the car quickly, grabbing each other and shielding their eyes against each other as they embraced.

This is it, Claire thought. It didn't work. The sky is literally falling.

When nothing happened, though, they separated, opening their eyes and blinking in the sudden, bright sunlight.

Things were back to normal.