Summary: Sam and Dean finally go to heaven for good.
The coroner circled the body on the cold steel table in
front of him, a clipboard pressed against his belly, rotund from too many beers
and microwave dinners consumed in front of the television. He clicked on his
digital voice recorder, thinking fondly of the days of cassette tapes.
“John Doe One. Male, mid-thirties, brown hair, green eyes.”
He stood on the right side of the cadaver, its skin mottled blue in death. “Star
tattoo over heart. Evidence of extensive physical trauma- cluster of what
appear to be small caliber bullet wounds to the abdominals and obliques between
three and five years old. Numerous lacerations to the forearms and biceps
ranging from freshly scabbed to eight years old. Many of these lacerations appear to be
defensive wounds. There is what appears to be a fresh stab wound entering the
thoracic cavity, as well as many shallow cuts to the upper chest and arms.”
Dean came back to himself- that was the best way to describe
it, he knew he wasn’t laying in the grass anymore, but he wasn’t sure where
exactly he was currently- with a jolt. Without opening his eyes, he tried to
pick out what information he could. He was sitting on something comfortable,
feet on the floor. His ribs didn’t hurt when he inhaled; and there was some
sort of firm material under his fingertips.
“I know you are conscious, Dean,” came a voice, the consonants
explicitly enunciated, his accent almost British, as though he had immigrated to
the States a long, long time ago.
Dean opened his eyes and recognized the face of Death.
The coroner walked to the mounted light-board on the wall.
It began to glow with a low hum, the greyscale X-rays clipped to the top
becoming clear. The coroner sighed before continuing with his preliminary examination.
“Remodeled compound fracture to the tibia, approximately three years old,
professionally set. Numerous fractures and breaks to toes and phalanges; most
appear to have been ignored or set at home. Remodeled fractures to the lower
ribs, left and right, ranging from time of death to eight years.”
The coroner paused the recorder and slowly crossed the room
to his desk. Grabbing the rolling chair, he wheeled it over to the X-rays, one
wheel squealing across the cement floor. Once settled in the chair, the aging
man looked up and continued on. “Remodeled fractures to the jaw, the C1 and C2,
zygomatic…” -in the flickering fluorescent light of surgical lamps, the county
Medical Examiner droned on.
“So we meet again,” Dean drawled, looking around the small
room. He and Death were sitting in dark wingback chairs, a fire flickering on
the edge of the wool rug. There was an empty chair to Dean’s right.
“So we do,” said Death, slowly folding his fingers together,
elbows on the arms of the chairs. “For what will be the last time.”
Dean let that sink in. “Where’s Sam?” he asked finally.
Reaching into the interior breast pocket of his jacket,
Death pulled out an intricate gold pocket watch.
UHMMM **POSSIBLE SPOILERS** I JUST SAW JENSENS PURGATORY TWEET AND upon closer inspection I'm 98% sure that's the same jacket he was wearing in all of the season 8 flashbacks so what if we're getting another flashback??? I can't think of a plausible reason he would be back in purgatory in season 10. honestly I just want a montage of "I need you" moments (possibly some we've never seen before!!) to flicker through deans head as he struggles with the mark's pull and the music crescendos !!!!
I think it’s a current jacket - for one thing it doesn’t look like it’s made of leather. Also I feel like the Purgatory Jacket is embedded into my eyelids and I couldn’t pass it in the street without turning on the spot to stare. :P *may have a thing for it*
However I’m 100% behind the idea of Dean hanging out in Purgatory taking selfies.
I do remember though that they use the same 2 square feet of woodland for everything and before the season started everyone had a Purgatory flip out over the use of some tree or other and it turned out not to be Purgatory. :P It’s reasonably likely if they’re re-using the woodland again and Jensen was hanging out there he was like “lol I’m spending another day in these woods” and that maaay have been all the intent behind it.
That said… *goes back to flailing wildly about how they are 100% going to Purgatory because I am total Purgatory trash, I will wreck myself upon Purgatory; I want to write a novel about Purgatory; I still come up with new Purgatory headcanons like 3 years later; PURGATORY…*
i wish that i wasn’t afraid of parties maybe then people would start liking me i wish that i wasn’t afraid of people maybe then there would be a lot more i could see
i hate talking i hate drinking what if i just lay in bed? play situations in my head i don’t wanna get fucked up tonight
get that beer out of my face you sad sample of human race! don’t wanna be the dream girl standing against the wall people crawling up my back oh god here comes the panic attack! maybe i should just go home after all
i don’t wanna be the girl with no one to talk to i just wanna be the girl who doesn’t have to try it’s times like these where i only feel like hiding i’m walking out that door, tears are wellin’ up in my eyes