Why can I so easily picture this playing in the spn series finale as the camera takes one last look moving over the dead bodies of all our favorite characters, stopping on the rusting frame of the impala and then slowly fading to black?
No! Into the corner with you!
As the music starts, the camera shows the sightless eyes of Kevin Tran, lying on the floor, weak body from starvation and sleepless nights apparent. The camera moves to show his mother, Mrs. Tran, lying next to him. Both of them tried to shield the other in the chaos and blood. They lie dead together.
The next scene shows Garth, lying on the ground, Bobby’s cap lying beside him, stained with blood. He is loosely holding a rifle, which contained salt, in an attempt to fight them off. To win once and for all. The salt is scattered on the ground around him. His body remains there until decayed.
The camera comes up from the ground to reveal the blank face of Sam Winchester, the one Azazel chose, the one who threw himself into hell for the good of earth. He lies, jacket stained, separated from his brother and his friends. He never got the family or the happy ending he wanted. His hair is stained and chopped, uneven in places. The blood drips down the side of his face, mirroring Jess.
Finally, we see Dean and Cas, dead on the ground. The scorch mark of Castiel’s wings cover the ground and Dean’s face and body, shielded by an angel until the very end. A gold amulet on the ground next to him, fallen out of his ripped trench coat. Dean clutches a demon blade, covered in blood, but more of his own than of the enemy. His body lies close to Cas, destined to remain together since he was raised from hell. They are now burnt and broken shells of men and angels. But they knew their only purpose.
In the corner of the field, hidden away in a presumably good parking spot, is the Impala, where it has been for a while, and will continue to be there until the trees and plants grow around it, crushing the windows, demolishing the rust, moulding the leather seats. The army men will be consumed by the soil, and in many years time, decompose. This car will be like any other old car seen abandoned in a field or on a road. Its age will show when Dean is not present to take care of her. The heater will never rattle again.
People will find the bodies, perhaps, and catalogue them as John or Jane Does, unknown to the world, unknown to the great service they gave them. They all gave their lives. And in return we live ours for them.
The camera fades to black.
DON NOT PLAY THE SONG WHILE READING THAT. YOU’LL FUCKING REGRET IT FOR LIFE OH GOD
Are you fucking kidding me right now holy fuck my life just ruined i don’t even want to thinking about that shit why would you do something like that on my god it’s six am and i’m fucking crying my eyes out thank you for that you asshats.
WERE YOU NOT HUGGED ENOUGH AS A CHILD
DID I KILL YOUR FATHER
IS THAT WHY YOU’RE HURTING ME
what if i killed you
my fucking keyboard is wet. GET OUT
it got worse
the camera zooms in on a little girl. Her long blond hair is curled, and she gently smiles as she taps out the notes on the electric piano. Her entire face has a glow about it, you can tell the piano is her passion. The camera zooms out and we see Sam sitting on the couch, a red setter lying comfortably by his feet. Garth is on the other end, feet on the coffee table as usual. Kevin and his mother have dragged over kitchen chairs, Mrs. Tran refusing to take a more comfortable seat, insisting the “veterans” deserved them more. On the love seat, Dean has his arm thrown carelessly around Cas, both of their faces alight with pride over their adopted little girl. She has been practicing for weeks, and would not let anyone know what she was working on, she was insistent on saving it for the family reunion. The song ends, and she looks up expectantly, still shining with happiness but also a bit nervous about what her parents and uncles will think. The silence hangs in the air. No one is sure how to express how they feel right now. Sam is the first one to start clapping; once they start, they can’t seem to stop.
Finally they get control of themselves. Sam scoops up the girl and carries her outside, while she shrieks with laughter and protests. The others follow, chuckling. On the porch, Sam sets her down and runs around the side of the house for the hose, for the annual water fight, which he knows is her favorite part. Cas’s eyes are still glistening with tears of pride over their daughter, and Dean has yet to remove his arm and the grin from his face. No one has said anything, too overcome with emotion, feeling safe and happy for the first time in what feels like forever.
Finally Garth leans in close and whispers what the others can’t for fear of crying.
“Thank you, Mary. That was beautiful.”
The screen begins to fade, then suddenly brightens again. We hear a car door slam, and a young man walks out from behind a nondescript car parked behind the Impala, still gleaming, putting the other car to shame.
“Sorry I’m late!” He calls to the porch, before letting out an “oof!” as Mary slams into him, crying, “Uncle Adam!”
“Hey kiddo. Sorry I’m so late, traffic was a nightmare.” He says as he sweeps her into a hug.
Moving upwards, we zoom towards the sky and see a family sitting on a similar porch, except this one sits on clouds, and the people peer over the edge to see the scene below. John Winchester rubs his wife’s hand while she beams at her boys. Ellen and Jo roll their eyes, wondering when everyone became so domestic. Bobby has an arm draped around his wife’s waist. He hasn’t let go of her since he came to heaven. She hasn’t wanted him too.
Suddenly, we start seeing clips of several other people in their own heavens, or their houses or jobs or anywhere in their lives in earth. They are happy. Faster and faster the clips get, until we can only just pick out a face, a smile, a laugh. And then we start to hear a whisper. Unintelligible at first, and then it grows to a chorus, to a shout, to a joyful praise. The same words, spoken by all of these people who we don’t recognize. The screen suddenly cuts to black, cutting out the sound. But we see the words one more time, spoken by everyone who has ever had help solving a nightmare. Everyone who has ever met this broken family.
“THANK YOU, WINCHESTERS”
The words fade away. We wipe our tears, hearts beating painfully, but smiles on our faces. We stare at the black screen, so glad that our heroes have completed their journey and claimed their reward. Suddenly, a man pops his head onto the screen. Our jaws drop, and a choked laugh escapes. Gabriel pulls the lollipop from his mouth with a wet POP!, winks, and ducks out of the screen. The episode finally ends, and goes to some pointless commercial.
No. Our world is great. For every one person that plants a bomb, you have hundreds more running a marathon. For every one person that makes a joke about the dead and dying, you have thousands more donating blood, offering prayers, and volunteering their time. Things like this are the fault of single individuals who make violent, loud statements. We just have to make sure that the statements of the good are louder.