An deafening silence hung over the old abandoned warehouse, broken only by the sound of clinking taut chains. At that moment, Sam's face showed only confusion and shock. He couldn't understand why Dean had used the trap against Chuck instead of Amara.
And why his brother's face expressed such strong anger. A multitude of questions swirled in Sam's head that he wanted to ask at that moment. But he couldn't voice any of them because of the shock. Still in a state of shock, Sam turned his head back and looked at Castiel. And what Sam saw made him finally doubt what was happening.
Castiel's face showed its usual calm, as if everything happening was exactly what was supposed to happen. Sam's gaze darted from side to side until it fell on Chuck, who was bound by black chains and no less stunned by what was happening.
At that moment, a short circuit occurred in Chuck's head for a brief moment. He genuinely didn't understand what was happening and why the script had suddenly changed. Trying to move his hand, he felt that he couldn't break free, as if these black chains were binding not only his physical shell but his very essence.
Trying to move, Chuck felt the black chains tighten even more, causing him a strange discomfort and a growing sense of anxiety that intensified with every moment. Chuck's gaze shifted to Dean, whose face expressed only anger.
The first thing that came to Chuck's mind in this situation was that Amara had somehow managed to lure Dean to her side. And the more he looked at Dean, the more convinced he became of it. Feeling that the situation was unfolding incorrectly, Chuck decided to play his old card again to pull everyone to his side.
"Dean, whatever she told you or promised, it's all lies. All she knows how to do is destroy everything I've built," Chuck began to speak, trying to sound as sincere as possible.
"Lies?... Why would I deceive him? Better remove that fake face. Disgusting," Amara spoke with disgust, looking at Chuck with contempt.
Still holding the black cube in his hand, Dean smirked at Amara's words. He could barely restrain himself from starting to beat Chuck for everything he had done to his life and the life of his family. Seeing all this, Sam wanted to intervene, but Castiel firmly held him by the shoulder.
Feeling Castiel's hand on his shoulder, Sam began trying to break free. But no matter how hard he tried, it felt like his feet were glued to the ground. Sam's gaze shifted again to Dean, and he once again saw anger in his brother's eyes that he had never seen before. Sam felt that the look Dean was directing at Chuck hid far more truth than it might seem at first glance.
"Dean! What's going on?! Why did you point the cage at Chuck?!" Sam shouted, demanding answers and looking at Dean.
"Oh, Sammy... Dean did this because it's right..." Alex's cheerful voice echoed through the empty warehouse.
Hearing Alex's voice, Sam began looking around until he saw Alex standing next to Chuck and wrapping an arm around his neck as if hugging an old friend. Looking at Alex, he didn't understand what these words were supposed to mean and why Dean's action was right. Alex responded to Sam's look with a cheerful smile and reached into his coat pocket.
A moment later, Alex pulled out red lipstick, which he carefully opened. Seeing the lipstick in Alex's hands, Dean smirked, understanding what Alex was about to do. Chuck tried to open his mouth to demand explanations. But Dean pressed a finger on a small indentation on the side of the black cube.
And at that moment, another crack appeared in the space behind Chuck, from which another chain emerged that wrapped around Chuck's mouth, preventing him from opening it. All Chuck could do was make muffled sounds, continuing to try to break free.
Seeing this, Dean slightly pulled the black cube toward himself, and the black chains tightened even more, especially the chain around Chuck's mouth. The chain around Chuck's mouth tightened with such force that it cut into his mouth, baring his teeth. Seeing this, Alex turned to Dean and raised his thumb up. Neither of them wanted to listen to all this nonsense from Chuck.
"You see, Sam... The situation, let's say, is a little different from what you imagined..." Alex began to speak, drawing a clown smile on Chuck's face with red lipstick while he tried to break free.
"What do you mean by a different situation?" Sam asked, frowning and no longer trying to break free from Castiel's grip.
"That's exactly what it means, Sammy. Amara was never evil. This bastard was guilty of everything from the very beginning," Dean said angrily, pointing the black cube at Chuck.
At these words, Sam frowned even more. At that moment, he wanted to deny Dean's words, reminding him of how many people Amara had killed and what else she had managed to do after being freed. And when his gaze shifted to Amara, Sam noticed that she was calmly standing in place, even though her face showed anger directed only at Chuck.
Confused by the current situation, Sam shifted his gaze to Chuck, who had frozen in place. Trying to quickly comprehend what was happening, Sam went through dozens of options, but none fit the current situation. All of this seemed absurd and strange to him. A strange feeling was growing inside him, as if he had lived his whole life in some strange lie that he simply hadn't noticed.
And at that moment, Sam remembered the words of Officer Harris, whom they had cured of the Darkness, when she said that he and Dean were no longer the main characters of this story. At that time, these words had seemed very strange and incomprehensible to him.
"No need to think too much about it, Sam. If you can ask... The thing is, your life, Dean's life, and the life of everyone around you... was just a story written by our dear Chucky-Chuck-Chuck," Alex said, pulling a clown nose out of his pocket and putting it on Chuck's nose.
"That's not true..." Sam immediately began to deny, not willing to believe it.
"Unfortunately, Sammy. It's true. Everything from the very beginning to the end, it's all true. Our life was just entertainment for this bastard. We were just dancing to his tune like two clowns who could only watch the deaths of our loved ones," Dean said angrily, squeezing the black cube in his hand and wanting to smash it into Chuck's face.
"Our parents..." Sam swallowed the lump in his throat and asked, clenching his hand from nervousness.
"Yeah... Jessica, Ellen, Jo, Bobby, Charlie... Cas... All of them died because this bastard loves tragedies. Everything around us died only because he wanted it that way. It wasn't that we couldn't save them. It was that he wouldn't let us save anyone!" Dean said through clenched teeth, finding it increasingly difficult to restrain his anger.
Sam didn't want to believe what he heard. Until the very last moment, he wanted to deny the words Dean was saying. Shaking his head, Sam froze in place, not understanding why Dean had mentioned Castiel's name if he was right there now. Turning his head, Sam met Castiel's gaze, whose eyes held only sadness.
Castiel slowly shook his head, showing that he wasn't the Castiel who had pulled Dean out of Hell, and not the Angel who had wanted to stop the Apocalypse with them in the past. At that moment, Sam nearly had a nervous breakdown. But his mind instantly cleared, and he felt calm. Feeling his mind clear, Sam looked at Alex, who at that moment was trying to attach a multicolored clown wig to Chuck's head using construction glue.
Watching Alex, Sam remembered the books Chuck had written. And even their accidental fall into another universe where they were actors playing in the TV series Supernatural. Everything fell into place, where his mind cleared. But he still lacked some answers to see the full picture.
"And how long have you known about this, Dean?" Sam asked, looking at his brother with a serious gaze.
"I found out about it when this bastard appeared. And unlike you, all this information was literally shoved into my head. And that's only a small part of what you learned. Trust me, the truth is much worse," Dean said, looking at Sam over his shoulder.
"That's right, Sam. When this is all over, you'll have to go through the same thing... But for now, it's time to admire our Clown Bobo. Who danced before us with such joy," Alex said, finishing attaching the multicolored wig to Chuck's head with construction glue.
When Alex's words sounded, everyone turned their attention to Chuck. On his face was a crooked clown smile drawn with red lipstick, as if drawn by a drunk with shaking hands. There was a red nose on his nose that was held on thanks to glue.
And the whole absurd picture was completed by the clown wig glued on with construction glue that was dripping down Chuck's temples. Castiel, holding Sam, turned away, trying not to laugh. He knew his brother had many quirks, but what he saw was funny.
Dean openly laughed when he saw clown Chuck. Amara smiled with contempt, folding her arms across her chest. And Sam opened his mouth in shock. He couldn't understand how this entire tense situation had suddenly turned into some kind of farce in one moment. Adjusting the wig so it wouldn't fall, Alex leaned closer to Chuck and smiled unnaturally wide, baring his sharp teeth.
"Oh, Chuck. You've been so much fun these last couple of days. Really... But here's the catch. I don't like it when such arrogant scum wanders around my house... It made me nauseous that I had to clown around in front of you. But now it's all over..." Alex said, firmly grabbing Chuck's face with his hands and tightening his grip with every moment.
"Mhhmhm..." Chuck mumbled, trying to break free, feeling an even greater growing anxiety.
"You're probably thinking about how to escape... But let me tell you, there's nowhere to run. Hell, Heaven, Purgatory... Everything will soon disappear. And your bar..." Alex spoke, practically digging his fingers into Chuck's eyes.
"Mhmhm..." Chuck mumbled, widening his eyes from shock and pain, feeling himself lose connection with the places Alex had named.
"Oh, you thought we didn't know about your little hideout in Lebanon... We know it very well... Amara, if it's convenient for you," Alex said with a wide smile, turning his head toward Amara.
Amara didn't react at all to Alex's frightening smile, but simply calmly waved her hand, and a detonator appeared in her hand. With a gentle smile on her face, Amara pressed the button. And at that moment, Chuck felt his connection with the hideout disappear as well. He still didn't understand what was happening and how it had come to this.
He tried to understand how Dean knew the truth if he was part of the written script. Why Amara, who should have been consumed by anger and thirst for revenge, had suddenly become so calm and rational. Chuck's gaze darted from side to side until it shifted to Alex.
At that moment, he realized that Alex was no Death. After all, Death had no right to interfere in something like this, no matter how dire the situation was for the universe. Feeling his soul cages, which he had built, begin to disappear one by one, Chuck began trying to break free from the chains binding him.
And the more he thrashed, the tighter the chains tightened around his limbs and mouth. Seeing Chuck's panicked expression, Amara felt genuine satisfaction from such a sight. After all, this was exactly what she had wanted to see when she learned the truth about who had pretended to be her brother.
"Oi, it seems everything disappeared. What a shame... Your cages are gone... What a tragedy. What to do now... Oh, right. It's time for you to spit out what doesn't belong to you, you bastard," Alex said in a pretend upset tone, placing his palm on his cheek and looking at Chuck with amusement in his eyes.
"And that's true. It's time for you to spit everything out, Chuck... Stealing is bad, after all," Dean said in a serious tone, sounding like a strict father and looking at Chuck.
"Then I leave this to you, good sir... After all, as befits a gentleman. He himself should defend the honor of his beloved," Alex said in an elegant tone, slightly bowing toward Dean.
Dean barely hid the disgust on his face from Alex's pompous tone. But his attention immediately shifted to Chuck, who began breaking free from the chains with redoubled force. Dean looked at Chuck with a cold gaze, remembering the faces of all those he considered his family and friends, in whose deaths he had blamed himself. Sam, standing behind Dean, didn't know what would happen next.
But from the small fragments of phrases and Chuck's behavior, he was able to partially guess what was really happening. Dean turned to Sam and smiled slightly, showing that it would all be over soon. Sam's gaze became serious, and he nodded. Seeing his brother's look, Sam decided to trust him, as he always had. And this time would be no exception. Smirking, Dean turned back to Chuck and looked him straight in the eyes.
"And now give back what doesn't belong to you, you bastard," Dean said in a cold tone, twisting the top part of the cube.
When Dean twisted the top part of the cube, a mechanical click sounded, and the cube opened. From the inner part of the cube flew out a small black cube the size of a playing die. The small cube began to slowly rotate in the air until it froze in place. At that moment, the sound of breaking glass came from behind Chuck.
The space behind Chuck began to crumble like broken glass. From the hole in space flew out a black spear covered in black flame that pierced Chuck's back and came out through his chest. Chuck's eyes instantly widened from shock and pain, which he hadn't felt since the moment he had managed to escape from Chaos from Nyarlathotep along with the other Avatars.
Chuck's eyes instantly filled with blood, and blood from his eyes began to flow down his cheeks. Chuck felt his essence being torn apart, and Amara's Light power literally being torn from his essence. Screaming in pain through the iron chain that bound his mouth, Chuck began trying to break free.
Black blood began to gush from his mouth as the Light separated from him. Gradually, a small ball of Light began to form on the tip of the black spear, which grew brighter with every moment. Sam had to turn away, feeling pain in his eyes from the gradually growing sphere of Light.
"What is that?" Sam asked, turning away and covering his eyes with his hand, avoiding the bright light.
"Amara's Light... That's what originally belonged to her," Castiel replied, standing in front of Sam and helping him hide from the light.
Having received an answer to his question, Sam remained standing behind Castiel and looked at Amara, who didn't take her eyes off the sphere of Light. Amara stared unblinkingly at the sphere of Light and felt that the long-lost half of herself had finally come so close.
For her, it wasn't just her power; it was a part of herself. It was what made her whole, as she was originally meant to be. A single tear rolled down Amara's cheek from the feelings she could no longer hold back. After all, she would no longer be just the Darkness; she would become herself.
Trying to restrain the feelings that had washed over her, Amara forced herself to stand in place while Chuck finally spat out all of her Light. Amara shifted her gaze to Dean, who looked back at her. Being himself, Dean smirked and winked at Amara, showing that it would all be over soon. Involuntarily, Amara rolled her eyes at Dean's impudence, to which she had already grown accustomed.
"Ugh, you two are so sickeningly sweet again that I'm about to puke rainbows... Fine, bastard, spit it out faster," Alex said irritably, seeing the exchange of glances between Dean and Amara, and therefore decided to vent his irritation on Chuck.
Alex unclenched his fingers, and they immediately became covered in black flame. Wanting to finish this as quickly as possible, Alex plunged his fingers into Chuck's chest and tore out the remaining part of Amara's Light. Squeezing the sphere of Light in his hands, he grabbed the second sphere of Light that was on the tip of the black spear. Combining both spheres of light, Alex carelessly threw the sphere at Amara.
Amara was momentarily taken aback by this and instantly reacted, grabbing the sphere of light thrown at her. As soon as the sphere of light touched Amara's palms, it immediately merged with her body. Amara's body began to glow with a soft light, because of which Sam felt a strange sense of calm, as if he was really in the presence of a true God. Dean looked at Alex with a blank gaze.
"Seriously, Alex? Did you have to do it exactly like that?" Dean asked in a dry tone, shifting his gaze to Alex.
"Well, why not? I like you two being so cute and all that, of course. But don't forget, the second part of the plan," Alex said, raising two fingers and reminding Dean of their plan.
"What's the second part of the plan?" Sam intervened, hearing Alex and Dean's conversation.
"What do you mean, Sammy? Beat the shit out of the bastard who pulled the strings and ruined our lives... Oh, no. I'm going to properly get even with this bastard. Did I endure all those beatings in the Red City for nothing?" Dean said, slightly cracking his neck, tossing the black cube aside and cracking his knuckles.
"Red City?" Sam frowned, missing the part about beating Chuck.
"A horrible place... Very horrible. Worse than any place we've seen in the past," Dean said, taking off his jacket and remaining in his favorite shirt.
Taking off his jacket, Dean tossed it aside and began rolling up his sleeves. For almost a whole week, he had had to restrain his anger and dance like a clown in front of Chuck, continuing to pretend and follow the plan. And now that it was all over, he no longer needed to restrain his desire to beat Chuck.
Rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, Dean reached behind his back and pulled out the First Blade, which instantly became covered in Darkness. Sam wanted to ask about what Red City Dean was talking about and what beatings he had had to endure. But seeing the serious expression on Dean's face, Sam decided to stay silent. Alex wasn't standing still either; he took off his thin black coat, remaining in a black shirt. Rolling up his sleeves, Alex approached Sam.
"There's no time for all the questions and answers right now. So you'll go through an accelerated course of receiving all the information," Alex said, extending a finger to Sam's forehead.
"Don't forget about that thing with the mind. Or he'll definitely puke," Dean shouted, reminding Alex about the spell that calmed the mind.
"Cas already cast that spell. So everything's fine. And now, Sam. Time to go on a long journey through memories," Alex said, touching his finger to Sam's forehead.
"Wait! Hold on! What the hell are you talking about?!" Sam asked loudly, wanting to move away from Alex, but Castiel wouldn't let him.
"Hmm... How about 'no'... See you in an hour, Sam," Alex said, transferring the information directly into Sam's mind.
Sam didn't have time to say anything before his eyes rolled back, and he began to fall. Before Sam fell, Castiel managed to catch him. Holding Sam, Castiel looked at Alex and Dean and nodded to them, showing that he would take care of everything else. Dean shifted his gaze to Amara, who was still glowing with a soft bright light.
Looking away from Amara, Dean looked at Lucifer and nodded his chin toward him. Castiel understood without words, and white chains bound Lucifer's body, pressing him to the ground and preventing him from escaping. Having dealt with all the minor problems, Alex and Dean exchanged glances and approached Chuck.
Approaching Chuck, Alex grabbed the tip of the black spear. And with one sharp jerk, he pulled the spear out of Chuck's chest. Chuck's head hung limply downward, as if he had lost all strength and had practically died. But Alex knew that creatures like Chuck didn't die so easily, especially if you simply took away part of the power that didn't belong to them.
Chuck barely raised his head and looked at Alex and Dean with a pleading gaze, begging them to let him go. But inside, Chuck was already building a plan on how to escape and destroy this universe. He no longer cared that he wouldn't get anything. And if he couldn't absorb this universe, then he would simply cause a collapse.
"So, Chuck... I've been waiting so long for our conversation. You know, I'm really surprised that you managed to hide for so long. What do you have to say in your defense?" Alex said in an enthusiastic tone, loosening the chain around Chuck's mouth.
"Let me go... I'll leave. I'll leave this universe. And you'll never see me again. You got back everything I stole. You don't need me anymore..." Chuck began to speak, trying to appeal to pity, showing how weak he was.
"Quiet, Chuck... Quiet. What about Dean's feelings? Did you think about them? You made my dear friend suffer for so long. His heart is broken, after all. Right, Dean?" Alex said, placing a finger on Chuck's lips, not letting him speak.
"That's right. My heart really is broken. I'm so sad about that," Dean said, shaking his head, placing a hand on his heart and showing how hard it was for him.
Alex and Dean had synchronized so well in their performance that they understood each other without prompts. Dean made such a sincere face as he was only capable of in this situation. The two of them just wanted to annoy Chuck a little before killing him.
Chuck, inside, felt genuine rage, mentally cursing Alex and Dean. He — a being who could absorb universes, destroying space and time — and now in front of his face they were staging a performance by those he considered nothing more than characters in his book.
Restraining his rage from Dean's tirade about how his heart was broken and the grief of losing loved ones, Chuck thought only that as soon as he broke free from these chains, he would personally tear apart Dean's parents' souls right in front of him. And then erase the universe he had tried so hard to protect. And no one would stop him — not Amara, not any other being.
"Dean, forgive me... I'll bring all your loved ones back to life. I'll leave this universe. And you'll never see me again," Chuck said, trying to sound sincere, looking straight into Dean's eyes and burning with rage inside.
Alex and Dean stopped their tirade about the broken heart and the grief of losing loved ones and looked at each other. Meeting each other's gazes, Alex and Dean shifted their gaze to Chuck, who was trying to look as sincere as possible with his blood-stained clown makeup, red nose, and multicolored wig on his head.
Hearing Chuck's offer, Dean couldn't help but say that such an offer sounded tempting. But he knew that it was nothing more than a lie. Dean was one hundred percent sure that Chuck would never do what he said.
Amara, who was absorbing the second half of her power, heard everything happening, and if it weren't for her closed eyes, everyone would have seen how she rolled her eyes at this farce. Even Castiel just shook his head, supporting the unconscious Sam.
"Well, Dean. Shall we forgive him and let him go? After all, he has repented. Everyone deserves forgiveness," Alex said in a serious tone, placing a hand on Dean's shoulder.
"Do you think so?... Maybe you're right, everyone deserves forgiveness," Dean said thoughtfully, nodding his head and turning his head toward Chuck.
Hearing this, Chuck mentally cursed these two while maintaining an expression of sincerity on his face. Alex and Dean, of course, saw this look from Chuck and began laughing together.
They were genuinely amused that Chuck had really thought they were stupid enough to decide to let him go. Chuck still thought that none of those present genuinely knew who he really was and considered him only a usurper who had stolen half of Amara's power.
"Hahaha. Fuck you," Alex said, literally poking his middle finger into Chuck's face.
At that moment, Chuck could no longer restrain his inner rage. His mouth opened wide, baring rows of small sharp teeth. Chuck was going to bite off not only Alex's finger but his entire hand and take the Ring of Death that Alex wore on his index finger.
And before Chuck could clench his jaw, Alex pulled his hand away and sharply stepped aside. The next thing Chuck saw was the sole of Dean's boot approaching his face. Chuck didn't even have time to close his mouth before Dean's boot crashed with a crunch right into his maw.
From such a blow, Chuck was thrown back, and he didn't even have time to understand that the black chains binding him had loosened. Chuck flew back into the portal that had opened behind his back, and hit his back against the floor several times before disappearing inside the portal.
"Cas, the rest is on you. We'll be back soon," Alex said, preparing to rush into the portal after Chuck.
"Happy hunting, guys," Castiel said with a calm smile on his face.
Alex and Dean smirked and rushed into the open portal. Alex and Dean jumped out of the portal and found themselves on a very distant desolate planet in a galaxy on the very edge of the universe. Appearing in this place, Dean raised his gaze upward and saw dozens of planets circling above them.
Dean was mesmerized by this sight and couldn't help but think that this was the most wonderful thing he had seen in his life. But his thoughts were interrupted by a loud explosion. Lowering his gaze, Dean looked at how a huge mountain had been blown up, and large pieces of rock were flying toward them.
Exchanging glances with each other, Alex and Dean began dodging the huge falling stones. Seeing an approaching boulder, Dean gripped the First Blade tighter and sharply swung it toward the rock. From Dean's swing, a black trail appeared in the air that cut the huge piece of rock in two.
The two halves of the rock fell next to Dean, and he had to cover his face with his hand to avoid the dust. On the other side, Alex jumped upward, using the stone blocks as platforms, jumping from one stone block to another.
Jumping one last time, Alex crashed into an even larger stone block and dug his fingers into its surface. Beginning to spin, Alex threw the stone block high into space. Dean, who had jumped upward, only managed to notice how the huge stone block flew toward one of the planet's satellites.
"Heh, that was cool. I'll have to try that too," Dean whistled, standing on top of a fallen stone block.
"You'll drop it on yourself faster than you'll throw it into space," Alex said, landing next to Dean.
"It's still worth trying... So, where's Chuck?" Dean said with a shrug, surveying the scene of destruction.
Hearing Dean's question, Alex raised his hand and pointed with his finger in a direction. Dean shifted his gaze to where Alex was pointing and saw a large cloud of dust and sand. As the sand began to settle, Dean saw strange outlines of a silhouette that was supposed to be Chuck. Alex waved his hand, dispersing the cloud of dust. And at that moment, they both saw Chuck, or rather what was pretending to be Chuck.
His clothes, covered in his own black blood, remained the same, except for his face, which was covered in strange static interference and a wide smile baring rows of small sharp teeth. Seeing Chuck's true face, Dean spat with disgust at his feet, finally convinced of what kind of abomination had been hiding behind the guise of the so-called merciful god.
"So this is the face he was hiding under his Chuck mask," Dean said with disgust, not taking his eyes off Chuck.
"This is still a shell. He hasn't shown his true form yet," Alex said, lighting a cigarette and carefully watching Chuck.
"Can he look even more disgusting?" Dean asked, looking at Alex in surprise.
Alex nodded slowly, and at that moment pushed Dean aside and then jumped away himself. At the place where Alex and Dean had previously stood, the space became covered in cracks, and then collapsed. The hole that formed in space began to absorb everything around it, sucking in like a black hole.
Huge stone blocks instantly turned to dust and were swallowed by the hole in space. Jumping away, Dean saw what Chuck had done and frowned even more. He clearly hadn't expected Chuck to use something like this so quickly. From Alex, Dean had learned enough about these beings and understood how careful one needed to be in fighting against them.
Looking away to the side, Dean looked at Chuck, who was also looking back at him. Dean felt a strange feeling behind him and immediately jumped forward. As soon as Dean jumped away, the space behind him cracked and began sucking everything into itself again.
"Stop with your tricks, you bastard!" Dean shouted, landing on a stone block near Chuck.
"Tricks?... Hehehehe... Oh, Dean, Dean. You don't even imagine what I'm really capable of... If I didn't want to play with you a little... None of you would even have had a chance to stop me... But that doesn't matter anymore. I'll kill you first, and then cause a collapse in this universe," Chuck said, shaking his head in a distorted voice, considering Dean nothing more than an obstacle.
"We'll see about that, Stanley Pinkman," Alex's cheerful voice sounded behind Chuck.
Hearing this name, Chuck sharply turned his head back and met Alex's rainbow eyes, which were looking at him point-blank. He couldn't understand how Alex knew his real name. And before Chuck could open his mouth, Alex grabbed him by the collar and sharply jerked his head back.
At that moment, Alex headbutted Chuck in the face, knocking out the front row of teeth. Chuck's head jerked back from Alex's blow. And before Chuck could come to his senses, he felt a kick in the back. Staggering from the blow, Chuck managed to notice Dean, who had already appeared behind him.
"Where do you think you're going? We just started," Alex said, grabbing Chuck by the collar again.
Holding Chuck by the collar, Alex pulled him toward himself and immediately punched him in the face. Chuck's head jerked back again from the blow. Dean immediately took the baton and delivered a direct kick to Chuck's chest, making him bend like a shrimp. Not stopping there, Alex delivered a knee strike to Chuck's face, knocking out a few more sharp teeth from his mouth.
Dean wasn't standing still either and delivered another kick to Chuck's face. The toe of Dean's boot crashed right into Chuck's mouth, going in almost halfway. Dean pressed his foot forward, knocking Chuck to the ground and literally driving him into the planet's stone surface.
Pulling his foot out of Chuck's maw, Dean quickly stepped aside. And the next thing Chuck saw was Alex's foot falling on him from above. Alex landed with the sole of his boot on Chuck's face in a jump with such force that it caused a massive explosion, larger in scale than when Chuck had blown up the mountain in a fit of rage.
At the site of the explosion, a deep crater appeared that went a kilometer down. At that moment, the sounds of explosions began to come from the crater. Alex and Dean were beating Chuck, and each of their blows destroyed everything around them. Chuck was thrown from side to side like a rag doll until he crashed his back into a wall.
"Dean, catch!" Alex shouted, extending his hand toward Dean.
Dean understood without words what Alex wanted, and immediately grabbed his hand firmly. Holding Dean by the hand, Alex began to spin, quickly gaining speed. In the next moment, Alex released Dean's hand, and he flew toward Chuck. Dean instantly broke several sound barriers, flying toward Chuck.
Dean crashed with both feet into Chuck's chest, causing another massive explosion. The stone wall in which Chuck was stuck exploded, and large pieces of rock began to fall downward. Before the rocks could fall, Dean pushed off from Chuck, driving him even deeper into the wall, and jumped back. Chuck was instantly buried under a large thickness of stones. Dean landed next to Alex and shook the dust off his flannel shirt.
"This isn't all, is it?" Dean asked, not taking his eyes off the pile of stones under which Chuck was buried.
"If these creatures were so easy to kill, I wouldn't even bother," Alex said, lighting a cigarette.
"So, round two ahead..." Dean said, nodding his head, understanding that this wasn't the end.
To be continued...
(Of course, I could have skipped straight to beating up Chuck. But there's no way around all that. And then there's the continuation of the battle against Chuck, a bit of a shock from Sam. Amara has regained her full powers as the Primeval Goddess. And if I can fit all that in, the sudden appearance of the secret guest I've mentioned more than once. Although, what secret is it? I was replying to the comments asking who it would be. For God's sake, why am I creating all this secrecy when I've already spoiled everything in the comments. Anyway, thank you for reading, and I'll go cook some food. Peace, love, and beating up a bad guy is awesome.)
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