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INTERIOR: Becky Rosen’s office. She’s only been back a few hours, and had spent the evening hours loving on her children, kissing her husband goodnight, and then retiring to her office to make sure she’s not had her entire business ruined after spending the better part of a year trapped in limbo.
She’s been reading something on her computer with a growing sense of horror. It’s Chuck’s entire final draft, all ready to post, typed directly into an AO3 draft.
Amateur, she thinks.
It’s everything she feared Chuck’s Worst Possible Ending could be, and more. Hopeless, tragic, pointless. She wonders for a moment if she should save it for posterity, since Chuck had no power to actually make this horror show real. She knew in her heart that Sam belonged with Eileen, and that Dean belonged with Cas.
Becky hesitates for just a moment, and then shakes her head in disgust and hits delete. That was definitely something that was too horrific to see the light of day.
She texts Dean to thank them again for defeating Chuck. Dean texts her back, “It was our pleasure, again, Becky. BTW Cas says hello.” She smiles and shuts her computer off.
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