This is how the world ends...
I was struck with a sudden and heart-achingly beautiful image in my head the other day. I don’t think I’d ever be able to convey it just how I saw it, but I can say that I’m now 100% sure I know exactly how I want the final scene in the very last episode of Supernatural to go.
When all is said and done. When the show is over, and the characters are taking their last breaths, making their big speeches, saying their last words and final goodbyes, whatever they do to come to a complete and tidy end, this is what I want to happen:
Sam and Dean both die. For whatever reason. I don't care what the circumstances are, whether it's a big apocalyptic battle, or they grow old and die happy, contented, old men. It doesn't even matter. The point is that they die...and they die together.
Castiel lives. With his halo fully intact, or his land-legs back on, I'm not picky, but in the end he's more human than angel anyway, because Sam and Dean made him that way. He lives, and he remembers the Winchesters. The final scene is all Cas--all Cas' stoicism, and curious insight, and a side of him that's been evolving since we first met him but never acknowledged until that very moment. It's a voice-over--Cas narrating his thoughts on Sam and Dean and what happened in their lives and how they affected his, and in the end he decides to live like they lived. He takes the Impala, and he takes their lifestyle. Saving people, hunting things. The family business. He does it for them. He does it because that's all he knows to do. That’s all he’s ever wanted to do. And the screen fades to black with Cas getting in the driver's seat. It ends with a smile.
(Will I get it? Doubtful. Will I write it on my own? Oh most definitely, yes.)
When all is said and done. When the show is over, and the characters are taking their last breaths, making their big speeches, saying their last words and final goodbyes, whatever they do to come to a complete and tidy end, this is what I want to happen:
Sam and Dean both die. For whatever reason. I don't care what the circumstances are, whether it's a big apocalyptic battle, or they grow old and die happy, contented, old men. It doesn't even matter. The point is that they die...and they die together.
Castiel lives. With his halo fully intact, or his land-legs back on, I'm not picky, but in the end he's more human than angel anyway, because Sam and Dean made him that way. He lives, and he remembers the Winchesters. The final scene is all Cas--all Cas' stoicism, and curious insight, and a side of him that's been evolving since we first met him but never acknowledged until that very moment. It's a voice-over--Cas narrating his thoughts on Sam and Dean and what happened in their lives and how they affected his, and in the end he decides to live like they lived. He takes the Impala, and he takes their lifestyle. Saving people, hunting things. The family business. He does it for them. He does it because that's all he knows to do. That’s all he’s ever wanted to do. And the screen fades to black with Cas getting in the driver's seat. It ends with a smile.
(Will I get it? Doubtful. Will I write it on my own? Oh most definitely, yes.)