After drinking a little divine alcohol in Dean's company, Alex was going to return to his room to rest a bit before the upcoming events. It wasn't hard for him to notice that Chuck really wanted to see the finale that he himself had written. While the plan to defeat Amara was being discussed, impatience was clearly written on Chuck's face, as if a plate of food had been placed in front of him that he couldn't eat yet.
Stopping at the door to his room, Alex shook his head slightly, driving away unnecessary thoughts and trying to focus on relaxing enough before tomorrow. Entering his room, Alex lay down on the bed and immediately took out his phone. He was going to destroy everything Chuck had built so that this universe would no longer be a cage you could enter but never leave.
After sending a few messages, Alex put the phone aside and closed his eyes. At that moment, Alex thought that when tomorrow came, his work in this universe would come to an end. Alex fell asleep with the thought that he had prepared the most shocking surprise for Dean and Sam when this whole farce with Chuck came to an end.
And he definitely wouldn't miss the opportunity to photograph the stunned faces of the two brothers when they saw what he had done for them. But he was still surprised that Dean, after learning the whole truth, hadn't asked about it.
"I think... he didn't have time to ask," Alex muttered, falling asleep and thinking about the reason why Dean hadn't asked that question.
Alex began to slowly fall asleep. After all, he had completed all the preparations for tomorrow, and all that remained was to play along with Chuck a little. Even while falling asleep, Alex kept an eye on Sam so that he wouldn't do anything reckless. The last thing he and Dean needed right now was for Sam to decide to take everything on himself.
And to avoid that, Alex simply made Sam fall asleep so that he wouldn't even have the opportunity to approach Chuck with a request to replace Dean with himself and become the key to Amara's cage, locking himself inside with her. Making sure that Sam was asleep, Alex finally fell asleep as well.
Alex, Dean, and Sam fell asleep to gather strength before tomorrow. Only Lucifer wasn't sleeping, who was wandering around the bunker bored and looking for something he could break or steal purely out of his rotten nature. Chuck, on the other hand, was sitting in his room, which he had personally occupied, and could barely restrain his desire to fill his stomach before the finale of the story he had written came. The only thing holding Chuck back was that he needed to absorb the second half of Amara's power, and only then could he fully absorb this entire universe.
Sitting in his room, Chuck could no longer keep the mask on his face, which was constantly cracking due to the approaching feeling of hunger. Restraining his hunger, Chuck adjusted the mask on his face and decided to speed up the arrival of the finale a bit. After all, if he had written this plot, he could speed it up.
"I can fill my stomach... It never hurts to eat a small dessert before bed," Chuck said, and his face was covered in static interference.
Getting up from the bed, a wide distorted smile appeared on Chuck's face. In the next moment, Chuck disappeared and appeared in Donatello's house. Looking at the sleeping professor-prophet, Chuck could barely restrain himself, and drool began to flow from his mouth. Chuck was going to absorb Donatello, even if he was doing it earlier than the time written in his plot. But Chuck's hunger was making itself known, and he was going to satisfy it with the soul of someone who really was a prophet — not his, but Amara's.
Chuck abruptly grabbed Donatello by the face, causing him to wake up with a frightened expression. The fake Donatello that Castiel had left to save the real Donatello reacted perfectly, seeing Chuck's distorted face. The fake Donatello began trying to break free, trying to scream through the hand covering his mouth.
Watching the fear in Donatello's eyes, Chuck felt his stomach rumble slightly from the approaching hunger. Restraining himself from killing Donatello ahead of time and enjoying his fear, Chuck fully absorbed all the fear and despair emanating from the professor-prophet.
"Shh, Donatello. It'll all be over soon... Or maybe not. I'll happily enjoy your soul... After all, you're no longer needed in my script. And it's time for the extra to leave the stage," Chuck said in a cold tone, squeezing the fake Donatello's head harder.
At these words, the fake Donatello's eyes widened from an even greater surge of fear, and he began screaming even louder, which only allowed Chuck to enjoy the taste of fear and despair. Having enjoyed the fake Donatello's despair enough, Chuck squeezed his hand. At that moment, Donatello's body burst like a ripe watermelon, and all his insides, blood, and bones flew in different directions. And in Chuck's hands remained a small glowing sphere that represented Donatello's soul.
Transferring the fake Donatello's soul to his other hand, Chuck lightly shook off the scraps of blood and flesh from his fingers. Looking down, Chuck saw that his entire clothes were covered in Donatello's remains. Snapping his fingers, Chuck cleaned the blood and flesh from Dean's robe, which he had stolen from Dean's room. After cleaning his clothes, Chuck opened his mouth and immediately absorbed Donatello's soul.
"A little, but it'll be enough to take the edge off the hunger before the upcoming feast," Chuck said, lightly licking his lips and returning to his usual failed-writer mask.
Finishing his speech, Chuck looked around Donatello's room, which had turned into a scene of bloody murder, and smirked slightly. At that moment, he thought that the next script he wanted to write should be in the genre of bloody horror, where every scene would be just as bloody. Making a small note, Chuck began whistling a tune as he left Donatello's room.
Walking down the corridor, Chuck descended the stairs to the first floor and headed to the kitchen. Approaching the refrigerator, Chuck glanced at the products inside. Not finding anything he preferred, Chuck slammed the refrigerator shut. Not finding anything he could eat in Donatello's house except Donatello himself, Chuck decided to return to the bunker. After all, his hunger had been partially satisfied by Donatello's soul, and that was enough for now.
In the next moment, Chuck found himself back in the bunker and jumped onto the bed with a smile, putting his hands behind his head. Looking at the time, Chuck thought that with the arrival of morning he would do what he had written for his character.
He would tell them that Amara had killed Donatello, and that she now knew where they were. A creepy laugh escaped Chuck's mouth as he once again imagined everyone's faces when he showed his true nature. Finishing his laugh, Chuck closed his eyes with a smile on his face, already imagining how tomorrow the story he had written for so long would end.
Chuck didn't know that his visit to Donatello's house hadn't gone unnoticed. As soon as the fake Donatello died, Castiel sent a message to Alex. But Alex himself didn't care whether the fake Donatello had died or not. At that moment, Alex was asleep, hugging Zhang Ya and wrapped in her long black hair like a blanket.
All Alex could think about was what payment he would ask from the Father for his work and to which universe he would go on vacation with his entire family. And unfortunately for Alex, morning came quite quickly, and he wasn't allowed to enjoy his pleasant sleep.
There was a very loud knock at Alex's door, which instantly woke him and Zhang Ya. Zhang Ya silently disappeared into Alex's shadow, first pushing him off the couch to wake him up. Hitting his face on the floor, Alex heard the insistent knocking at the door. With difficulty getting up from the floor, Alex approached the door and opened it. On the threshold stood Sam, whose face expressed a huge mixture of emotions — from panic to shock.
"What happened in the morning? Did Chuck change his mind and run away?" Alex asked in a dry tone, rubbing his eyes.
"Amara killed Donatello. Chuck said she absorbed his soul and now knows where we are. We need to leave," Sam quickly explained what was happening in the bunker.
Hearing Sam's words, Alex expressed genuine bewilderment, as if this wasn't the funniest joke of the morning. But Sam showed with his whole appearance that this was no joke and that they urgently needed to leave the bunker. Preparing to ask another question, Alex saw Dean, who walked past Sam with a bag over his shoulder. Dean nodded to Alex, showing that everything was as he had predicted.
Continuing to play along, Alex nodded with a serious face, saying that he would get dressed now and they could run. Making a serious face, Alex nodded, saying he would grab his jacket and he was ready. After these words, Sam immediately ran to his room to pack his things so as not to waste any more time. When Sam left, Alex began muttering to himself.
"God, it couldn't have been done any more banally. He could have at least waited until evening... Hm, it's already lunch. I slept for a long time," Alex grumbled, taking out his pocket watch and being surprised at what time it already was.
Throwing on his black coat, Alex took his phone in his hands and saw a message from Castiel. Reading the message, Alex understood why everything was happening this way. Chuck had decided to speed up his plan and had obviously staged his performance in front of Dean and Sam.
Putting the phone in his pocket, Alex left the room and met Dean's gaze, who had also left his room. Alex mentally asked Dean what was happening. Dean began explaining how Chuck had staged a whole scene, repeating that Amara knew where he was and that they needed to speed up the plan. Alex almost rolled his eyes at such nonsense.
"And where are Chuck and his bastard?" Alex asked, entering the main hall with Dean.
"He ran away under the pretext that it was too early for him to show himself. And the bastard just left, saying that we could get to the factory ourselves," Dean said mockingly, explaining where Chuck and Lucifer had gone.
"Not surprising. Where's Sam, we need to go," Alex said, taking his phone out of his pocket.
"Here. I took what I could find. I don't know if it'll be useful or not. But better safe than sorry. We'll only have one chance. Whether the universe collapses today or not, we'll definitely find out," Sam said in a quick step, entering the main hall.
"Everything will be fine, Sam. Today it really will all end. Trust me," Alex said, placing his hands on Dean and Sam's shoulders.
Sam nodded gloomily, wanting to say that it wouldn't end well if Dean locked himself in the cage with Amara. And he had even tried to talk to Dean about it this morning. But Dean kept repeating that it was his choice, or simply walked away. Dean, on Alex's words, smirked slightly and tightened his grip on the strap of his bag.
He was waiting for this finale more than anyone, to deal with the bastard who had ruined his entire family's life. Alex tightened his grip on Sam's shoulder, expressing silent support. Comforting himself with the fact that Sam would soon learn the whole truth. All three had different thoughts about the current situation, but all of them were thinking that it was time to leave.
Exchanging glances, Alex, Dean, and Sam nodded to each other. And at that moment, Alex teleported them all to an abandoned factory where Chuck was going to stage the finale of his spectacle. Alex, Dean, and Sam appeared at the entrance to the abandoned warehouse of the old factory.
"You guys go ahead. I'll make a call," Alex said, taking his phone out of his pocket.
"Just hurry up. Or you'll miss this wonderful motivational speech from Chuck," Dean said sarcastically, adjusting the bag on his shoulder and pushing the old rusty door.
"Don't be long," Sam said before following Dean.
Alex waved his phone and immediately began typing a message. He could have destroyed Heaven, Hell, and Purgatory himself, and could have done it without any fuss. But why do that when there were those who were ready to help him.
The last person Alex wrote to was Amara. He asked her to go into the bunker for show and wander around a bit. In response, Amara sent a dry message with one word: "fine." He understood that Amara, like him, was already tired of this whole circus. But playing along in Chuck's spectacle wouldn't take much longer. While Alex was busy sending messages, he heard the sound of heels. Raising his gaze, Alex saw Rowena walking leisurely toward him.
"And why aren't you going in? Decided not to participate in all this?" Rowena asked with a smile, approaching Alex.
"You remember that my hands are tied. And I've already helped enough. The rest depends on you... If, of course, you don't kill each other before time," Alex said, demonstratively raising his hands, indicating that he was still bound by the balance.
"A weighty excuse for not participating in the end of the world... Is he already there?" Rowena said sarcastically, and then her tone became more cautious.
"You mean Crowley or that bastard Lucifer?... Although they're both already there," Alex said, understanding who Rowena was talking about.
Rowena's face twisted for a moment with anger at Lucifer. But she quickly returned to the expression of an arrogant witch who didn't care about anything. Rowena never forgot for a moment that if it weren't for the protective spell she had prepared decades ago, she would be dead now at Lucifer's hands. Narrowing her eyes, Rowena walked with a leisurely step into the abandoned warehouse to join the others.
Watching Rowena walk away, Alex thought that maybe he should also offer this witch a job in the Guild. Tilting his head to the side, Alex decided to think about it after everything that had happened. Shifting all his attention to the phone screen, Alex saw an incoming call from Anderson.
"Are you already in place, Anderson?" Alex asked, answering the call.
"I'm here. I never thought these feathered fakes would hide the gates on a playground. Despicable heresy toward the Creator," Anderson's rough voice sounded from the phone speaker.
"Seras will be nearby soon too. When these feathered ones fire their cannon. You can go in. Don't leave any of the feathered ones. And Seras will take care of the rest," Alex said, reminding Anderson of the plan.
"It will be done. I will punish these fakes and once again cast them down from Heaven. And help destroy the cage for all innocent Souls. Dominus misit me ad puniendum et ultionem exsequendam. Amen," Anderson said in a cold tone, expressing his righteous anger.
"Amen," Alex said, ending the call.
Putting the phone in his pocket, Alex raised his gaze to the sky and thought about Anderson's words. He was right when he said that God had sent him to punish and carry out vengeance. Alex thought such words perfectly suited Anderson, who could take on such a job. Sighing, Alex took a cigarette out of his pocket and lightly blew on it.
At that moment, the cigarette began to smolder, and Alex brought it to his lips. The last thing he wanted right now was to deal with Chuck. But this moment could no longer be postponed. Exhaling cigarette smoke, Alex approached the rusty doors and pushed them. Opening the doors, he heard voices coming from the warehouse.
Walking deeper into the warehouse, Alex saw Chuck, who was standing in front of everyone on an improvised pedestal, as if indirectly hinting that he was above the others. Alex's gaze shifted to the side, and he saw Dean, Sam, and Castiel standing off to the side. Rowena and Crowley stood nearby despite their hatred for each other. And only Lucifer stood alone with a bored expression on his face, his hands shoved into the pockets of his pants.
"We've been waiting for you. Get the cage out so we can charge the batteries," Dean said when he saw Alex arrive.
"Have you already finished discussing the miracle plan? And no one killed anyone. Miracles do happen," Alex asked, taking the black cube out of his coat pocket.
"I'm considering it when this is all over," Lucifer responded sarcastically, narrowing his eyes at Rowena and Crowley.
"Yeah, good luck with that... And now it's your turn, Chuck. Charge the battery, and then you can go on with your plan. And after that, all hope is on Dean," Alex said, approaching Chuck.
Approaching Chuck, Alex handed him the black cube, making it clear that it was time to charge the cage. Chuck hid his true emotions behind a sad expression on his face, as if it really hurt him that his sister would end up in a trap again. Expressing soulful pain on his face, Chuck took the black cube in his hands with difficulty. In reality, he was laughing loudly inside, rejoicing that everything was going according to his plan.
And being sure that his plan was perfect, Chuck, as befitted, decided to show off. Holding the black cube in his hands, Chuck began using the Light power he had stolen from Amara. Chuck's body began to glow with a bright white light that smoothly flowed into the black cube. From such bright light, everyone squinted, while Alex and Castiel put on sunglasses. After finishing showing off his power, Chuck looked at the black cube in his hand with a heavy gaze, as if doubting whether to give it back.
"Maybe we won't have to resort to this... If I can convince her... Please, give me a chance to talk to her," Chuck said with difficulty, handing the black cube over.
"Well, she's your sister. Maybe you two can reconcile. That would be even better," Alex said in a serious tone, playing along with Chuck.
Hiding his disgust behind a serious mask, Alex approached Dean and placed the black cube in his hands. Dean raised his gaze to Alex and nodded with a serious expression on his face. He didn't need any words from Alex to understand what to do next.
It was hard for Sam to watch this, and he turned away. It was still difficult for him to accept that Dean would have to sacrifice himself. Castiel, standing behind Sam, placed a hand on his shoulder, expressing his support. Castiel played his sadness masterfully, thanks to attending acting classes. This entire scene was supposed to look convincing enough in the eyes of those around them so that there would be no suspicions.
"Dean, you'll manage, right? You know what's waiting for you afterward?" Alex asked, continuing to stage the performance in front of Chuck.
"Yeah... This time for sure. Just throw this cube to the other end of the universe afterward so no one can reach it," Dean replied with a serious face, playing along with Alex, showing that he was ready to go all the way.
Looking at each other with serious faces, Alex and Dean could barely hold back a surge of internal laughter. It was so disgusting for them to stage this performance that they could barely restrain their laughter. It was so hard for Dean that his eyelid began to twitch from the suppressed emotion.
Sam, standing next to Dean, thought that his brother was afraid of what awaited him. Sam placed a hand on his brother's shoulder, not knowing how to express what was in his heart right now to talk his brother out of this act. Sam's only hope was that Chuck and Amara could come to an agreement.
And then Dean wouldn't need to lock himself in the cage with Amara. Crowley, watching this, rubbed his forehead at what he saw. He couldn't even imagine that one day Dean Winchester would simply disappear. After all, how many times had they tried to kill each other. And he thought it would last a very long time until Dean eventually died of old age.
And watching Dean's story come to an end, even Crowley felt a strange sense of sadness. Rowena just closed her eyes and turned away. She had said more than once how much she disliked the Winchesters. And she couldn't imagine that one of them would be gone. Only one person among those present was tired of all this sappy drama happening before his eyes.
"And since you've finished with the tears. Maybe we can move on to the rest of it?" Lucifer's voice sounded behind Alex and Dean.
Alex, Dean, and Sam looked at Lucifer, who demonstratively tapped his finger on his empty wrist, reminding them why they had gathered here. A kind smile appeared on Alex's face as he began walking toward Lucifer.
Seeing this smile, Lucifer hesitated slightly because he had seen this smile twice already, and each time he had been beaten. Approaching Lucifer, Alex placed his hands on his shoulders, causing him to flinch. Alex had already mentally carried out his plan for Lucifer. But for that, he first needed to deal with Chuck.
"Of course, Lucifer, of course... We're all here for one thing — to stop Amara... And when this is all over, I'll beat you so badly that you'll climb into your own cage and never come out," Alex said with a smile, and the last words he whispered in Lucifer's ear.
Finishing his speech, Alex patted Lucifer on the cheek, reminding him of his place and that daddy wouldn't protect him. After all, soon this daddy would need protection. Stopping smiling, Alex turned to Dean and Sam and nodded to them. Chuck didn't react to any of this because in the end everyone would die and become his food.
And he frankly didn't care about the one he had molded from whatever was at hand while experimenting with creating Angels. Finishing this whole farce, Alex decided to go outside. As soon as Alex went outside, Chuck shifted his gaze to everyone present.
"I hope everyone is ready... As soon as I reveal myself, Amara will immediately sense me and come here," Chuck said, playing the role of a leader.
Everyone nodded in turn, showing they were ready. And not missing another opportunity to show off, Chuck began to glow like a beacon. Amara, who at that moment was in Dean's room in the bunker, sensed the second half of her power. Sensing her Light, Amara calmly rose from Dean's bed and irritably jerked her head at Chuck's arrogance.
Trying to suppress her anger, Amara comforted herself with the fact that Chuck would soon get what he deserved. Taking one last look around Dean's room, Amara thought that the room needed a rearrangement. Smiling at such thoughts, Amara changed her clothes to a black elegant dress to match her image.
"Now we can go. This scum loves a show so much... It'll be fun to see his face when he realizes he was the clown himself," Amara said with contempt, preparing to go and take what belonged to her.
The contempt on Amara's face was replaced by cold calm before she disappeared from Dean's room. In the next moment, Amara appeared near the abandoned warehouse. Raising her gaze, Amara saw Alex sitting on the edge of the roof and slowly smoking a cigarette.
Meeting Alex's gaze, Amara nodded slightly. In response, Alex smiled widely, baring his sharp teeth, and raised his thumb, showing that the stage for the true finale was fully ready. A small chuckle escaped Amara's lips, which she immediately hid behind a serious expression as soon as she heard the sound of heels. Lowering her gaze, Amara saw Rowena, who had come out from behind an old container.
"Hello, Rowena. I thought you'd continue hiding. Who would have thought that in the end you'd run to his side," Amara said in a calm tone, looking at Rowena.
"I came to make a deal... I'll help you remove all obstacles on the way to your brother... And in return, you'll give me a pass to the past," Rowena said, trying to maintain composure in front of Amara.
"Hmm... I'm not surprised that you run from one side to the other. But what stops me from killing you now and killing everyone else," Amara said in a calm tone, tilting her head to the side and giving Rowena a cold look.
"Because you underestimate the power of a witch," Rowena said, maintaining her calm, hiding her hands behind her back.
"Because I don't underestimate anyone... I know this is a trap. It's not hard for me to guess. The same old tricks, only the cast changes. And cannon fodder," Amara said with a gentle smile, lightly waving her finger.
Rowena's hands hidden behind her back began to tremble from the tension filling her. Purple arcs of electricity began to run along her arms as she prepared a spell. Noticing this, Amara raised an eyebrow, looking at Rowena with interest. At that moment, Rowena screamed loudly, reciting the spell, and purple lightning struck Amara's body.
All Amara felt from the purple lightning strike was a slight tickling sensation and nothing more. When Rowena's spell came to an end, Amara lightly ran her hand over her dress, straightening a small fold that had formed after Rowena's spell.
"That was ticklish... I told you, I don't underestimate anyone. It's just beyond your power. Including the witches hiding behind you," Amara said, lightly waving her hand.
From the wave of Amara's hand, Rowena was thrown back and hit her head against a metal container. Having removed one obstacle in her path, Amara raised her gaze to the sky and saw clouds beginning to gather. It wasn't hard for her to guess that the feathered bastards had also decided to make their move.
Understanding what this meant, Amara looked at the sky with a blank gaze. Last time she had only been slightly hurt by something like this and only because she had underestimated the power of the Angels' weapon. At that moment, a thick pillar of light struck from the sky, instantly engulfing Amara. Alex, sitting on the roof of the warehouse, wanted to remind Amara that she needed to pretend she had still been hurt.
As soon as the pillar of light stopped striking from the sky, the ground around Amara was scorched, and the concrete had heated up to the point that it turned into lava. Amara slightly moved her neck from this. And before she could come to her senses, black smoke surrounded her from all sides — these were demons. The demons circling around Amara didn't stop attacking her.
And at that moment, Crowley left the warehouse and left his vessel in the form of red smoke. The red smoke swirled in the air and crashed into Amara at high speed. From such consecutive blows, Amara stepped back, and her black dress became covered in dirt and ash, while small wounds appeared on her body.
"Enough!" Amara shouted, playing along as befitted the situation.
At that moment, all the black smoke around her ignited, and the demons that had attacked her instantly died. Only Crowley managed to escape at the last moment, avoiding death at Amara's hands. Having dealt with all the obstacles, Amara raised her gaze to Alex. Alex nodded with his chin, asking about her well-being and how badly she had been hurt.
Amara forced a cynical smile, showing that she was perfectly fine and that the wounds on her body were nothing more than makeup. Alex nodded, showing that the rest of the scene belonged only to her and Dean. Amara responded with a slight smile that quickly changed to a mask of coldness. Stepping toward the doors, Amara simply tore the doors off along with a piece of the wall.
Walking down the dark damp corridor, Amara maintained a cold expression. Reaching another set of doors, Amara also smashed them along with a piece of the wall. Coming out into the hall, Amara's gaze fell on Chuck, who looked like a repentant brother. Seeing Amara's condition, Dean involuntarily wanted to approach her, but Sam stopped him in time.
"Hello, brother... You're as always with your little tricks. You do love doing everything with other people's hands," Amara squeezed out through her teeth, looking at Chuck with anger.
Without taking her eyes off Chuck, Amara slowly descended the stairs. Stopping a couple of steps from Chuck, Amara looked at him with genuine anger that was ready to burst out of her at any moment. She thought she could play along in this spectacle until the very end.
But, coming face to face with Chuck, it became very difficult for her to restrain all the anger that had accumulated inside her for many millions of years because of betrayal and deception. She thought he was her brother, her family. And in the end, he was nothing more than a parasitic leech who had come to her universe to parasitize on it. Restraining her anger, Amara didn't pay attention to Lucifer, who was sneaking up on her from behind. And just when Lucifer was ready to pierce Amara with a spear, he froze in place, unable to move.
"That was already done, brother. Last time your favorite was the one who stabbed me in the back too. Or have you forgotten," Amara said, throwing Lucifer aside with a wave of her hand.
"Amara, I know I let you down... I know how much pain I caused you... Forgive me... Forgive me for everything. I never wanted it to come to this," Chuck said, sounding like a sincerely repentant brother.
"Apologized. After millions of years. And before saying these words, you still attacked me. Doesn't it make you laugh yourself?" Amara spat with anger, wanting to tear Chuck to pieces.
"I really didn't want it to come to this. Back then there were only the two of us... I really ask for your forgiveness. I shouldn't have done that," Chuck began to speak in a repentant tone, trying to stick to his mask until the end.
"Forgive you? I rotted in a cage for billions of years because of you! In loneliness and fear! Without the possibility of dying or getting out! And all because of you! You locked me there! I will never forgive you!" Amara screamed with anger, and her anger grew stronger with every word.
Dean watched this, and his fists were clenched with such force that his bones practically cracked from the tension. He felt Amara's pain and anger through their connection. And even knowing that this was just a performance to completely deceive Chuck, it was still painful for him to watch Amara.
Restraining his emotions, Dean forced himself to watch. Even Sam, who had fervently stood on Chuck's side and believed that Amara was bad, began to sincerely sympathize with her. Castiel, standing behind Sam, stuck to the old plan — to hold Sam back if necessary.
"What crimes did you commit to do this to me!" Amara shouted, one step away from attacking Chuck.
"All because of you! You didn't let the universe be born. It was supposed to be born! You forced me to do this!" Chuck said in a loud voice, expressing his true motives.
"Then there's no need for this universe to exist. Or for you, brother," Amara said in a cold tone, looking straight into Chuck's eyes.
"You're not leaving me a choice, Amara. I sincerely wanted to reconcile with you... I wanted all this to end. For balance to come... Just know, it was never personal... Forgive me, Amara... Do it, Dean," Chuck said, letting tears fall as he looked away from Amara and at Dean.
Amara also shifted her gaze to Dean. Restraining his emotions, Dean took the black cube out of his jacket pocket and pointed it at Amara with shaking hands. At that moment, genuine sadness was reflected in Amara's eyes because of this. Chuck, watching this, could barely restrain himself because this was exactly what he had been waiting for.
At that moment, it was even hard for him to restrain his impatience and the smile that grew wider with every moment. But Chuck's smile faltered when he saw what happened next. Dean's face no longer expressed sadness, but only undisguised anger. Dean turned to Chuck and pointed the black cube at him.
"No, Chuck. It was personal from the very beginning," Dean said in a cold tone, activating the black cube.
At that moment, the space around Chuck cracked like glass, and black chains appeared from the cracks that tightly bound Chuck by his arms and legs. The black chains tightened with such force that they made a metallic clang. And Chuck's face froze in genuine bewilderment.
To be continued...
(Yeah, I know, another cliffhanger. And I really tried to cram it all into one chapter. But you know me. I really tried to do that. Yeah, I know that doesn't change the fact that it all ended on a cliffhanger. I'm a bad bastard. But still, there's only one more step to the ending. Oh yeah, we've been working towards it for a long time. But let's not forget, it was a really vast world, with a lot of plot and a lot of events. It was a truly fascinating journey through this very captivating world. And what's more, there are even more adventures ahead. Isn't that wonderful? Now I'm going to go eat. Peace, love, and nothing personal, Chuck. You're just an asshole.)
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