Warping to Destiny - A Supernatural FanFiction

Chapter 66 - The Last Day

Just keep working with them, helping them be as ready as they could be. But what I really want to do is run to my room and scream at the top of my lungs how unfair all of this is, how they can't do this to me. Dean is barely looking at me as he's training. So focused. I guess that's how he does it, just keeps going as if our world isn't just about to fall apart. He's so strong. So I have to be strong for him. I can't let him know how much I'm aching inside. He has enough to worry about. I need t be strong too, strong for Dean, strong for the man I love. Just have to get through today… just need to be strong today… strong for Dean… today...

Sam's POV

I can barely stand to look at Katie. I know she's holding in her feelings, trying not to let me see how afraid she is. Her inner strength is one reason I love her. Just keep on training, learning these defensive moves as quickly as I can, as well as I can, so I get through this alive, so I come back home to her. Heh. It just never mattered before, coming home. Not that I didn't want to live, just that it never really mattered. That fucking prophesy is wrong, has to be. Probably isn't even about us anyway, why should it be? Another new move to learn, just keep concentrating on Maria and on training, get through today. Get through this training. One minute at a time, just concentrate… concentrate…

Dean's POV

Okay come on, Sam come at me, there you go, on the mat. Let's do it again. We need to be ready for those other-world fuckers. They are not going to win. I refuse to die on soil that isn't my own and I'm sure as hell not letting Sammy die there. We just need to watch each other's backs. Maria is right, need to stay positive, and we both survive. No, don't look at Maggie, too much emotion, just keep training, just keep getting better, can't ever be too good. Okay Sammy, let's see if I can sneak up on you, guess not, nice throw, little bro, let's do it again...

Somewhere off in the Multiverse

Tarsa heard the door close softly and turned to see Mellona enter the room. He switched on the privacy mode before he said a word. "This is it, Mellona. Are you absolutely sure you're ready?"

"I'm sure. I'd rather die trying than live another thousand years like this."

Tarsa nodded. "Okay then, we've prepared all we can. It's up to the humans now."

"Do you think they can do it?" asked Mellona.

"Prophesy says they will. But whether they do it our way remains to be seen." He sat down in the chair facing Mellona and took her hand. "My love, I'm going to gather the Winchesters myself. I'm taking Eskiron's place. I will be the one to follow their progress."

Mellona gasped at the surprise revelation. "Oh you mustn't," she said. "If it fails…"

"Yes, I know, if it fails then, this is the last we shall see one another," said Tarsa, looking sadly into her eyes. "But I don't know who else I can trust to do this right, and Eskiron is definitely the wrong one."

"I know that, but Tarsa.."

"Shh," he said, "I know. Come here," he said softly, and took her into his arms. "We knew this was a risk we had to take."

"I know," she said, tears streaming down her cheeks. "It's just that I wasn't ready. We thought it would be a while yet."

"Well the Winchesters are already proving to be exceptional. Somehow, they found out about us and have been training. They are planning on actually surrendering themselves to us, tomorrow, and I shall be there to gather them."

Tarsa kissed her gently. "You know the role you must play here. I am counting on you."

"I won't let you down," she promised. "I won't let us down."