Chapter Text
May 2018
Dean Winchester had always known the day would come where it all would end bloody. Today was that day. Jack, Dean, Sam, Castiel, and Lucifer looked at the opening rift in dismay. Michael, dressed in his dark trench coat and angel blade in hand, emerged first with a look of triumph on his face. He has been waiting for this moment, savoring it from the first that he had heard of the other reality. Behind him fluttering about was Kevin Tran, the prophet for Michael and the holder of the angel tablet. Eight seraph angels, Michael's lieutenants, flanked him on either side.
Team Free Will knew this was coming; they had tried to figure out how to stop it. They had come up short in the end. They had failed to stop the breach between realities.
Lucifer muttered, "Michael is such a dick. You guys figure something out. I'll at least try to slow the bastard down. Son, figure out how to close the rift." Lucifer paused for a minute and looked at Jack, "You may not have turned out the way I expected, but you are the greatest and best thing I ever did. I'm glad I had a chance to know you. Take care of him, Castiel." Lucifer charged towards Michael yelling, "Michael, you son of a bitch!"
Jack stared at the rift. He tried and couldn't close it; he could feel more angels from the apocalypse world getting ready to swarm through.
Castiel said, "Dean, Kevin has the angel tablet. Perhaps, Jack can use that to tap into a bigger reserve of power." Dean nodded, and he and Castiel started to move to try to flank the angels.
Sam just stood with Jack. "You got this Jack. Do anything; try anything."
Jack looked at Sam with a look of helpless frustration. "I don't know what to do."
When Dean got close enough, he took careful aim at the prophet. He felt misgivings about killing Kevin, even though he knew this one wasn't part of his family. He pulled the trigger. Kevin jerked backwards and fell with the bullet lodged in his brain. Castiel's eyes focused on the angel tablet still in Kevin's arms. He charged towards the prophet's body with his angel blade drawn, while Dean let loose bursts of angel-killing bullets on either side of him to provide cover fire. Dean managed to take down two angels. Castiel slid to a stop besides the angel tablet and grabbed it. He yelled to Jack, "Bring us to you."
Jack turned and flicked his wrist and summoned Dean and Castiel back to his side. Dean smiled, "Never get tired of that trick, Jack."
Castiel handed the angel tablet to Jack. "You should be able to use that to magnify your power, Jack."
Sam gasped, "Lucifer."
Castiel pivoted and saw Lucifer was in trouble with Michael. Lucifer staggered and almost fell to his knees, grace bleed out through several large cuts. Lucifer glared belligerently at Michael, regained his footing, and charged at him again.
Castiel started in that direction; however, Lucifer noticed him out of the corner of eye and shouted, "Stay back. Help Jack." Castiel returned to Jack reluctantly.
Michael looked in the direction that Lucifer shouted and commanded his lieutenants to engage them. Dean started shooting a swath of angel-killing bullets towards the angels. "Jack, kind of getting low on bullets here. What can we do?"
"I can't close it, but…I can close the area around it on this side."
"How?" Sam looked at Jack questioningly.
"Like a bug in amber. But it will include us."
Dean asked, "Will it save Earth?"
Jack nodded. He gasped as he saw Lucifer fall to the ground, light shooting out of his eyes and the char of his wings emblazoned on the ground, as Michael stabbed him in the chest. Michael smiled triumphantly, as he met Jack’s eyes. Jack’s face twisted in anguish. He and Lucifer had only recently started to know each other. Although he considered Castiel his father, he still felt the loss.
Sam murmured, "Jack, you need to focus."
Jack looked between Sam and Dean. "If you want me to do it, I must do it quickly before too many more angels come through."
Dean's and Sam's eyes met. Sam nodded once at Dean. "Do it, Jack." Dean growled.
"Castiel, stand behind me," Jack ordered. Castiel complied without question. "Everyone, close your eyes."
With one hand on the angel tablet, Jack let loose a burst of pure white light in front of him. The angel tablet glowed gold and then red. Angels started to burn and fall to the ground. Michael lasted a few more seconds than the others, but he too lit up after a moment and fell with wings etched on the ground. Jack staggered. There were still hundreds of angels on the other side of the rift, about to enter. He couldn't do that trick again.
Jack looked wildly over his shoulders. "I love you. You are my family."
Sam put his arm around Jack. "We're here with you, Jack."
Dean looked at Castiel and pulled him close. He murmured for the first time, "I love you," as he kissed Castiel. Castiel froze, startled for a moment, and then returned the kiss passionately. A yellow glow emanated from Jack and bubbled around him. Within seconds, a large dome of golden viscous goo covered the rift and everything within a 10-mile radius, including the Winchesters, Castiel, and Jack. They were frozen in time, just like an insect in a piece of amber, with Jack holding the angel tablet with one hand and the other hand extended towards the rift, Sam with his arm around Jack, and Castiel and Dean locked in a passionate embrace.
Time passed.