Dean Winchester takes a sip of his favorite whisky, Jack Daniels. He was alone in his apartment, just thinking. The things his friend Phoebe saw; he needed a stiff drink. The End was coming. He was sitting in a dark room, just sitting. He had ignored calls from Sam, Cas, and everyone else. His girlfriend Jenna just left him a message a few minutes ago, he ignored that too.
He wanted to be alone. Phoebe had to be hospitalized. She was inconsolable. What she saw she said it scared her all the way to her soul. Her sisters had no choice but to admit her to a psychiatrist unit. Her powers were then bounded with Raphael's orders. A Healer, that was his title. Who gives a fuck. His Father was a fucking asshole.
The world was going to end, now what. Dean poured himself another drink. The light in his living room suddenly turned on.
"What the hell?!" Dean swore.
"Dean, that's enough. Quit feeling sorry for yourself."
"Fuck off Sam."
Sam walked towards him in a determined way and grabs the drink away from him.
"That's enough."
"What. Give me that."
"No." Sam holds it away from his brother, trying to hold it away. After a minute Dean gave up.
"What then."
"We have a job to do, remember."
Dean scoffs. "Yeah, fight God. Its God! Sam. How the HELL do we fight God!"
Sam just stood there. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know either.
"Dean, I know you are scared. We all are. But God hasn't done anything yet. Besides, we have Michael, his brothers, Heaven, Hell, thanks to Crowley and Lucifer, and The Charmed ones. There's us, Jack and Cas included. We'll figure it out."
Dean just stared at the wall. He admired Sam's enthusiasm, but he wasn't sure what to do. He said nothing. Sam just stared at him. He then turned around towards the kitchen. Dean kept staring at the wall. He wished his dad, John was still alive. He needed his advice.
The figure stood silently just watching.