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A new story would always start once the previous heroes were written out of the story, and though the two heroes were close to my heart, as I sit here typing, I type of a hero that I have great faith in. She was the youngest of the Winchester’s, and though she did not play a huge role during the journey of her older brothers, I have a great deal of faith in this hero. Writing, in this moment, the young woman inherits the fabled Impala that previously accompanied our once great heroes. Her smile is hard to find through the grieving loss of her blood, though she does have the sense of adventure in her eyes that will bring the story to a continuation.
Unlike the two Winchesters that were our unlikely heroes, this being was made specifically with the thought in mind to continue the journey onward. Her y/h/c hair sways in the wind, and her delicate fingers trace the frame of the chariot in front of her with interest. It was her time to rise to the occasion, though her heart felt the need to fall back down. Something that she was feeling drove her to open that driver’s side door and sit inside, placing the key in the ignition and turning it, closing her eyes to relish in the roar of the engine. She may have felt alone on this journey, her elder brother passed and youngest off living his life, but it was her time to rise.
A figure, unannounced to her, had appeared in her passenger seat, yet even for a mere human it was a calming experience to feel that figure within even ten feet of her. “Y/N,” the figure spoke, the only thing causing her not to jump being that calmness that flowed over her body. “I have a job for you.”
Her y/e/c orbs landed upon the figure and studied it for a moment, realizing that it was merely a man, yet something about him being off. Something about him brimmed with the importance that she needed to listen to his every word, and follow as directed. Left somewhat speechless, she merely nodded to the man, as if to ask him what he wanted her to do. For a moment, silence did ensue, but he brought his hand to her own, causing a flood of images into her mind. Evil images of monsters, Demons, and rogue Angels filled her mind, along with an array of feelings. Sadness, bravery, happiness, even love flashed through her mind along with those images, as well as kinder images of reassurance. It took more than a few moments to process what she was seeing, but once she did comprehend each image she encountered, she spoke. “I understand,” she said softly, giving the figure a light smile. “Thank you.” What the figure had given her wasn’t just images towards what she was up against. Instead, what it had given her was the images of a better future, conquest, and her own future. A reality was shown to her that would take work, but it was of his will, and therefore it would be.
The figure leaned forward to her, cautiously at first, and placed a kiss upon her soft, inviting lips. Though he was a stranger to her, she was far from to him. He knew everything about her existence, and loved every part of her. Knowingly, he had not created her perfect, though she had exceeded his expectations in life. After a few moments, she kissed him back, softly and with a kind gesture. It may have been a little egotistical for him to have created a woman specifically for himself, but he had created her for a greater cause as well. She would be the savior of the world after her brother’s passing, and she would be the one to help rebuild the flaws that the being had made in the world.
What I write to you will be the end of the Supernatural series, and a beginning to a new world. I must halt the writing process of this story, as she will not be alone on her journey. Unlike with her brothers, this human was made to face the chaos of the world, accompanied by the one responsible for it all. Proceeding the Winchester brothers, I will be taking on the responsibility of my creation head on, and though I greatly appreciate the fanbase behind these stories, I must tell you, Supernatural is a non-fictional depiction of this life. Monsters, Demons, and Angels - even God; they are all real, though I do prefer leaving out the “G” word. You can just call me Chuck.