A/N: I was listening to the lullaby version of Carry On My Wayward Son on Youtube and someone made a comment about how Supernatural would end and it made me really, really sad. This is not that, but my own take on some of the ways the show might end, and how I want it to end.

Just to make a few things clear. There is major character death and these are not continuous chapters, rather, they're three oneshots put into one story. As I said above, these are ways that Supernatural might end, realistically. I'd love for the boys to have something go right for once and live happily ever after, but we all know that that's not probable. So while these may not be the happy endings I want, they're ones that I might be able to settle for, given the context of the show.

"Sam!"

Dean clutches at his brother's unmoving body, hoping that if he shouts loud enough, stares long enough, that Sam will come back to him. Tears blur his vision but he doesn't really give a crap when his brother is dying in his arms. Abaddon smiles cruelly at them, hands smeared with Sam's blood. If Dean weren't currently focused on keeping Sam's insides where they belong, he'd be burying the first blade in her chest.

He glances over at Castiel, his last hope for healing Sam, sprawled out on the floor in a broken heap, wing marks scorched into the ground beneath him. He's still yet to come to terms with the fact that Cas is dead and there's no bringing him back this time. Sam takes a shuddering breath in his arms and he forgets all about the angel for a moment.

"Dean?" Sam croaks, speech slurred.

"Yeah, it's me. You big idiot, you just had to go and be the hero, didn't you?" Dean says, sad smile gracing his face.

"Had to protect you," Sam replies, so quietly Dean almost doesn't hear him. But he does and damn it, he's the one that's supposed to protect people. He's supposed to keep his brother safe, no matter what and he's screwed that up spectacularly, on more than one occasion.

"I'm supposed to protect you. That's what big brothers are for, bitch," he jokes, trying to hide the way his voice wavers.

"Jerk," Sam says with a pained laugh. He coughs and more blood wells up, leaking out of his mouth and the wounds Dean's keeping covered with his hands.

"Sam? Stay with me, okay? You're going to be just fine. I'm gonna patch you up and we'll take out Abaddon and we'll get Cas back somehow, okay? But you have to stay with me."

"Dean, stop," Sam whispers. "I'm dying and-,"

"Shut up," Dean cuts him off, pressing harder, trying to stop the bleeding.

"Dean," Sam snaps. "Don't be stupid. I'm dying and you have to promise me..."

He trails off, eyes going distant for a moment and Dean shouts his name again. Sam blinks and takes another shallow breath.

"Promise you'll be okay. No deals, no angels possessing me. I'm not scared of dying," he continues.

"Sam, please," Dean says.

"It's okay. It'll be fine," Sam assures him, almost soothingly, like he's not the one dying in his brother's arms. "Promise me you'll stop after this. You kill Abaddon and you walk away, got it?"

"I can't-"

"You can. Please, Dean. Just...do this last thing for me. Promise, okay?"

Dean nods wordlessly, all the things he wants to say caught in his throat. Sam smiles up at him one last time and closes his eyes. His chest rises and falls once and is still. Dean knows that he's gone, but he can't make himself believe it. He blinks away the tears and still tries to stop the blood that is no longer flowing.

The shrill laugh of the self-proclaimed queen of Hell breaks the heavy silence. Abaddon stalks over from the corner she'd been watching the whole thing from. There's all these emotions running rampant inside him; unbelievable sadness and an overwhelming feeling of loss, but the one thing that slowly takes over is an uncontrollable rage. As Abaddon smirks at him, he finds himself reaching for the first blade that Cas had dropped when she had stabbed him with his own sword.

The thing about her is that she's completely sure of everything she does. Self confidence rolls off her in waves and she doesn't ever entertain the notion that someone, especially a weak human, could even put a scratch her. She knows that the first blade can kill her, but she'll smoke out before Dean even has a chance to get near her.

"Oh Dean, I'm so sorry for your loss," she says sarcastically.

He doesn't give her the satisfaction of responding. His grip on the first blade tightens and he storms closer to her, ready to end this once and for all. She holds up a teasing finger, smiling at him.

"You think I'm going to make it that easy for you, darling?" she says.

She holds her hand out and Dean waits, bracing himself for the feeling of getting tossed into the wall. But it never comes. The only thing he feels is the corruption of the blade in his hand spreading through his being. For the first time since he's met her, Abaddon looks scared. She keeps her hand outstretched towards him, backing away quickly.

"Just stay away from me!" she shrieks, angry and fearful all at once.

When Dean gets her cornered, she attempts to smoke out. And when nothing happens, Dean only smirks at her.

"Did you think we wouldn't come here prepared?" he asks.

She looks up at the hastily drawn devil's trap on the ceiling and it's the last thing she sees before he runs her through. Light erupts from her vessel, much like when an angel dies and Dean is too slow to close his eyes before he even realizes what's happening. The light fades a moment later and he expects there to be pain and an empty spot where his eyes used to be, but nothing is changed. He can still see the former queen of Hell slumped on the floor with the first blade sticking out of her chest. He turns and wishes that he wasn't suddenly, somehow, immune to whatever just occured, because he can still see the bodies of his brother and friend lying lifeless on the floor.

"Sam? Cas?" he says quietly, holding the impossible hope that maybe this is all a trick.

He walks over to them on shaky legs and when the reality of the situation hits him, he crumples to the ground. Sobs wrack his body and he doesn't care because there's no one there to hear his cries or to see how he holds Sam's dead body in his arms begging him to be alive.