Note: Decided to make this chapter a lot longer than the others because I really didn't want to break up the Chuck showdown into more than one chapter. I hope y'all enjoy it! ^_^

Episode: Season 15 - Inherit the Earth Pt. 4

The plan had not been what I was thinking it would be.

Our "plan" was that we would head to a location we knew Chuck would show up at and presumably, one where he wouldn't guess what was going on. Together, the six of us plus Michael, headed to the spot. It was beautiful really. Right by a shining blue lake with rolling green hills surrounding us on all sides. We began to set up things for our ritual, for this plan we had concocted, hoping beyond all hope that it would go well.

I guess you could say that it did. Albeit not in the exact right order - and certainly not the way Michael thought it would go down. Especially after he got obliterated by Chuck. But that had been a factor we had been counting on.

I groaned, bruises all over me, as Dean pulled me to my feet. My eyes met his and he nodded once in reassurance. This is how it was always meant to end. Me, Sam, and Dean.

Both brothers wouldn't be happy with me, I knew. But I would not be leaving my boys. Not now, not ever.

"And you three," Chuck said, dusting off his hands after blowing up his son, "You know, eternal suffering sounds good on paper but as a viewing experience, it's just kinda-"

He made a dissatisfied noise and I couldn't help but roll my eyes, Dean's hand clutching mine tightly.

"-so, we're done. I'm cancelling your show,"

"Alright, well..." Sam started, stepping up to Chuck, "One for the road."

With those final words, he swung his arm, effectively smacking Chuck right in the jaw. However, it didn't do the damage that Sam had been hoping for. That one punch didn't even break the skin.

"Cute." Chuck half-smirked before lifting up his hands, sending us sprawling on the ground once again.

I groaned as my knees hit the dirt, feeling my chest constrict as the air was being sucked from my lungs. Dean glancing my way then. With his eyes, I could tell he was trying to tell me to leave - head back to where the kids were waiting on us. But I would never do that.

"Eh, why not? I can get my hands dirty," Chuck said then, more to himself than to us as he socked Sam in the jaw.

Dean was on his feet in an instance, protective-older-brother mode turned on as he went for Chuck. I followed closely behind. But it was no use - every time we picked ourselves back up, he only knocked us squarely back down. Pain ricocheted inside and out, from every internal organ to every inch of my skin. Glancing beside me, I noticed Sam's face splattered with blood as I knew mine must be as well. As we kept fighting on, I could hear the crunch of bones being broken, the pop of dislocating arms.

Chuck kept repeating for us to give this up, to stay down. But clearly he didn't know the Winchesters - we never gave up.

Dean's hand latched onto mine then, hoisting me up after Sam did the same for him. As my eyes flicked over Chuck's shoulder, I couldn't help but let a grin find its way onto my face. Finally! It was time!

Chuck frowned then, seeing the change in our expressions, "Why are you smiling?"

"Because..." Sam panted, out of breath from the exertion of the beating, "You lose."

Suddenly, Chuck spun on his heel to see what we'd been looking at. Standing just a few feet away was Jack - seething with anger from head to toe. You could almost feel the energy rolling off of him at this point.

"Hey, Jack." he greeted his grandson slowly before hesitantly walking towards him.

He snapped his fingers then but...nothing happened. In fact, only utter silence followed the sound of that snap. Chuck frowned, snapping his fingers several times more. The same effect followed and agitation was clear as day on his face. The expression twisted then as Jack began to stride forward, agitation turning instantly to that of panic.

Before anyone could say anything, Jack had grabbed Chuck's face in his hands. Energy and power coursed through his hands and body in a glowing golden light before spreading into that of his grandfather. Chuck convulsed, thrashing wildly in Jack's grasp before he let him go, the former all-powerful being falling to the ground in a crumpled heap.

I couldn't help but gape in awe then as Jack glanced up at us, snapping his fingers. My gaze flicked down to my body, feeling the pain ebb away, the cuts and bruises disappearing instantly - almost as if the fight had never even happened.

Yasmin and Roman raced over immediately and I embraced my kids before Yaz broke away to embrace Dean. I smiled despite the situation - she really had become a daddy's girl since they'd gotten closer. Striding over, Sam picked up the book of Death as we all towered over Chuck's shaking form on the sand.

"What...what did you do?" he murmured weakly.

"We won," Dean told him simply, green eyes hard as flint.

"So this is how it ends. My book,"

"See for yourself," Sam said, flinging the leather-bound book down beside him.

It fell open as soon as it hit ground and Chuck's eyes widened in shock as he flipped through the white blank pages, "There's nothing there!"

"Oh, there is. But only Death can read it,"

Dean nodded in agreement, "That's right. So we had to come up with a plan 'B'. That wasn't too hard, though, when we realized that Michael really is a daddy's boy. See, he didn't take it too well when he found out that you asked Lucifer for help. Oh, he was desperate to be the favorite again."

"Since we couldn't read the book, we had to come up with a story about finding the spell, which we knew Michael would feed straight to you," Sam interjected into his brother's recount.

"All that prep work we did to turn Jack here into a cosmic bomb? Well, it turned him into sort of a-a power vacuum. He's been sucking up bits of power all over the place. So when the two heavyweights...your boys...showed up to duke it out - ohh, that charged him right up,"

"See, we knew Michael would warn you and you'd show up here. And you did. And you killed your own son,"

"And you beat us up. Releasing all kinds of power. God power,"

"Jack absorbed it all. It made him..." Sam started, trailing off.

"Well, it made him unstoppable." Dean finished the story for his brother.

I intertwined my hands with both brothers, showing solidarity as I beamed, "And I helped with comedy relief."

Dean grinned down at me before rolling his eyes playfully.

"This...this...this is why you're my favorites. You know, for the first time, I have no idea what happens next. Is this where you kill me?" Chuck asked from where he lied on the ground, gazing up at us pitifully as we all shared glances, "I mean, I could never think of an ending where I lose. But this, after everything that I've done to you...to die at the hands of Sam Winchester...of Dean Winchester...and Parker Winchester...the ultimate killer... It's kind of glorious."

Dean glanced once more at his brother and he nodded in agreement with their plan - following it all to the letter.

"Sorry, Chuck." Dean said, his boots kicking up sand as he walked.

Chuck cowered down into fetal position, awaiting the final, killing blow...that never came. No, instead those boots kept walking - right around him. As did Sam's, Jack's, the kids and mine as well.

"What? What?" Chuck asked, bewildered as he looked up at our retreating forms.

"See, that's not who I am," Dean told him matter-of-factly.

"That's not who we are," I corrected and he shot me a small smile, nodding.

"What kind of an ending is this?" Chuck ground out through gritted teeth.

"His power... You sure it won't come back?" Sam directed his question to the former Nephilim who was holding hands with my daughter.

"It's not his power anymore." Jack replied simply.

Sam was silent a moment before speaking, "Then I think it's the ending where you're just like us and like all the other humans you forgot about,"

"It's the ending where you grow old, you get sick, and you just die," Dean continued.

"And no one cares. And no one remembers you. You're just forgotten." I said to the man lying on the ground, so weak, so pathetic.

We turned our backs then as Chuck groveled, wailing for us to come back. But we were done listening to the lies he'd feed us all these years, all our lives really. The boys climbed into the Impala while I sat in the back with the kids. Dean revved the engine then as Chuck tried to scramble up off the ground, reaching a hand out to us as we sped away - back to the Bunker, back home.