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God sneered as Jack loomed above him, his eyes glowing gold.
“It’s over,” he said raising his hand.
Suddenly, Chuck’s expression changed, his eyebrows raised, his hands raised above his head.
“Wait!”
But it was too late, the golden glow became a blinding light and then, Chuck - God - was gone.
Swaying on his feet, Jack mumbled, “It’s done.”
“You did good, kid.” Dean said, catching Jack in his arms.
A slow smile spread across Jack’s face, “Yeah, we did.”
Jack looked up at Dean, his gaze clear and unperturbed. Maybe this is it. Maybe we’re finally okay. He saw Castiel’s smile, a rare sight. But if Cass is finally content...
Half-expecting the Empty to manifest and ruin this fleeting, happy moment, Jack whipped around, searching for the aggressor. Which form would it take? Would he have time to say goodbye to Cass? Maybe the Empty would go back to sleep. That’s all it wanted anyways, right?
“You okay, kid?” Dean broke his thoughts.
“Um...yeah.”
“It’s going to be okay, Jack.” Cass smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes.
“Are you okay, Castiel?”
His eyes darted toward Dean, then to Jack, “Of course.”
The Empty would still come, Jack thought. Cass wasn’t completely happy. Something was missing. Sighing, Jack wished he could simply enjoy this moment. Dean forgives him. Cass is here and somewhat satisfied. Sam is still by his side, always has been. Chuck is gone. And the balance wouldn’t be thrown off since Amara agreed to leave this dimension and never return. Dean had convinced her somehow.
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“I knew you’d show.”
Dean felt her presence as soon as she materialized. He couldn’t put it into words, but he always knew when she appeared. He didn’t turn around until he knew she was close. Stunning was an understatement. Her hair was swept in an elegant bun, her ebony black dress hugged her body like wisps of ominous smoke, like the darkness she embodied. She reached out to caress his face.
Turn away, you idiot!
Why did she always have this effect on him?
He stood there, dumbly, and anticipated her touch. Intense pleasure. He inhaled sharply before opening his eyes and meeting her longing gaze.
“Dean,” she whispered, “It’s been too long.”
“Yeah,” he managed.
She was close, so close he could almost taste her.
“You’re going to kill him.”
A pause.
“Yeah.”
Then he grabbed her face and kissed her hard. Old feelings came flooding back, her taste was forbidden, something he thought he’d never have the pleasure of feeling again. He couldn’t help himself around Amara - their torsos touched, time and distance created a gap they closed immediately with physical intimacy. Dean’s fantasies of Amara came to life before his very eyes. He lifted her dress and she unbuttoned his shirt - it didn’t matter that they were in the middle of nowhere, in some goddamn field in Kansas. She explored his body with her nimble finger tips, every touch caused explosions of ecstasy to reverberate through Dean. He could barely breathe, all he felt was the darkness. Suddenly, the image of Cass waiting for him by the tree in purgatory flashed through his mind.
“You’re hesitating. I thought we were past this.”
Pulling back, Dean suddenly became aware that they were, in fact, in the middle of a field in goddamn Kansas, about to do the deed in the dirt.
“Uh, yeah.”
Amara sighed, as if she knew this would happen.
“I was hoping we’d have a chance to do this before you had that boy kill me,” she remarked calmly as she pulled up her dress.
“What?”
“Oh, Dean, don’t be coy. You know my brother and I either co-exist or don’t exist.”
He frowned, “I do care for you, Amara, but…”
“He’s become a problem. A big one. Trust me, I know.”
Kicking his boot in the dirt, Dean mulled over their options.
“You’re powerful...can’t you create...I dunno, your own world?”
“You’re not worried it’d go to my head?” she handed him his shirt, which he sheepishly accepted and quickly buttoned it up, “I’m staying.”
His heart sank. Deep down, he knew he couldn’t kill her, even if he wanted to.
“Just until it’s done. Then I’ll leave.”
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“Where’s Sam and Amara?” Jack asked.
When they were sure Jack would finish Chuck for good, Sam escorted Amara away. She tried to be strong; after all, she did once try to kill the self-bloated bastard herself. But he was her brother.
“Yeah, where is Sammy?”
“Are you hoping Amara didn’t leave without saying goodbye?” Cass gave Dean a look.
Dean chose to ignore him.
“Sam?”
Where could he be?
As if out of nowhere, an all-too-familiar voice drawled out, “Looking for someone?”