A/N - OBVIOUSLY, INFINITY WAR HAS ALREADY HAPPENED, AND INSTEAD OF DUSTING BUCKY, I DUSTED STEVE IN THIS STORY. I ALSO KNOW THAT THIS BOOK IS TO BE SEASON 12 BUT WITH HOW CLOSELY ENTWINED THE LAST COUPLE OF EPISODES OF SEASON 11 WERE WITH THE START OF 12 THAT'S WHY I WROTE THEM FOR SYDNEY. IT'S STILL GOING TO BE A FEW EPISODES BEFORE BUCKY AND SYD ARE REUNITED. (I ALSO HAVEN'T DECIDED IF I WANT SYD TO BE ARRESTED ALONGSIDE HER BROTHERS FOLLOWING THE DEATH OF LOTUS)

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An old woman is walking through the park feeding the pigeons that are gathering around her feet. She approaches where Sydney......Amara is sitting with her hands in her lap and sits next to her on a low wall.

"Hiya." The old woman greets, Amara looks surprised.

"Hello" She greets anyway.

"Oh, I like your dress." Amara looks down at her dress. "It's pretty fancy for the park, but at least you made an effort." Amara then looks back at the birds. "Do you want to feed them?" Amara draws her hands further into her lap.

"I shouldn't."

"I've been feeding these birds going on 20 years now. They're practically family. And I know that makes me sound like a crazy old bat, but...heck. My husband died a couple of years ago, and my son keeps slipping me these brochures for retirement communities—a.k.a. where they send old folks to die, but not to make a fuss about it." Amara looks distressed as she listens to the old woman talk.

"So you hate him." Amara points out.

"Well, a little bit. Sometimes. But you know family. Even when you hate them, you still love them." The old woman comments. Amara appears thoughtful as she listens to her.

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Sam and Dean are standing at the gravesite of Mary Winchester, Dean has his hand tucked into his coat pocket. Dean worries his jaw a little. Despite having Sydney back in their life, she has yet to come here. He thought the next time they would be here would be with Sydney. But they're here, planning on killing Amara, who is currently residing inside of Sydney, meaning she will likely die too. At least they'll be going out together. The same way they came into the world.

"Dean, you know, you don't have to do this." Sam comments.

"'Course I do," Dean argues as he looks at his brother. "I just have to get close. I can do that, okay? I can do that."

"You know, if this works, um, that bomb goes off." Sam starts but cuts off, it doesn't need to be finished. Dean turns and pats Sam on the shoulder as he walks away.

"I know." Dean agrees quietly. While Dean goes back to the car, Sam remains at the grave, looking emotional. He touches his fingers to his lips and then touches them to his mother's headstone. Chuck is being supported by the witch, Rowena. "You cool with this?" Dean asks him.

"No," Chuck answers. "I— Even after everything she's done, Amara's still my sister...She's my family. I can't— I don't want to see her dead, but..." He lets out a breath. "Yeah?... I understand."

"Dean." Castiel starts.

"Cas," Dean whispers back, Castiel approaches Dean and hugs him tightly. Dean accepts the hug, pressing his head into Castiel's shoulder to hide his sad expression. "Okay," Dean schools his expression and pulls back. "Okay...."

"I could go with you." Castiel offers.

"No, no, no. No, I got to do this alone. Listen, if—when—when this works, Sam—he's gonna be a mess. So look out for him, okay? Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid."

"Of course," Castiel assures him quietly. Dean places his hand on Castiel's shoulder.

"Thank you for everything." Dean offers, Castiel nods a little and clenches his jaw, fighting his own upset over this moment. Sam walks back to the group from the grave. Dean clears his throat and turns slightly. "Okay, look. I want a big funeral. All right? I'm talking epic. Okay? Open bar, choir, Sabbath cover band, and Gary Busey reading the eulogy." Sam nods.

"Done"

"And for my ashes, I like it here," Dean adds as he looks around. "Yeah. You know, as far as eternal resting places go" Dean reaches into his pocket and takes out the keys to the Impala. He hesitates a moment as if collecting himself and walks over to Sam. Sam is shaking his head with tears in his eyes. "Come on. You know the drill. No chick-flick moments. Come on" Sam reaches to take the keys but pulls his hand back. He pauses a moment with his head down, clears his throat and then takes the keys.

"Yeah, you love chick flicks," Sam argues. Dean chuckles a little.

"Yeah, you're right. I do. Come here." Dean pulls Sam into a hug. Sam sniffles, pats Dean on the back then pulls away. He clears his throat to collect himself. "Okay. Let's do this." Chuck snaps his fingers and sends Dean to the park where Amara is. Dean looks around and sees the dead flowers. He then looks up to the sky. Amara appears on the other side of the garden behind Dean.

"Dean." She greets, he turns to face her, still gets unnerved with her wearing Sydney. "How did you find me?"

"Does it matter?" Dean asks. "I'm here to give you what you want." He answers. "Me."

"That's a change." She comments.

"Well, I can't just stand by and watch the world, my friends, and my family die," Dean argues. "So if becoming a part of you takes me away from that, then I'm in."

"You...and that bomb in your chest?" She asks him. Dean stops walking, surprised. "Do you think I can't taste the power coming off of you? Please. The problem is you've never been able to hurt me. So what makes this time any different?" Amara asks him.

"I don't have a choice. What you're doing to the sun..."

"That's not me." She stops him. "With my brother getting weaker, the scales are tipping away from light."

"And into darkness." Dean finishes.

"Into nothing." She adds. "When God's gone, the universe—everything will cease to exist. Including me. My brother betrayed me. He locked me away for billions of years. He sent you to execute me."

"No, no. No." Dean argues with her, firmly. "He zapped me here, yes, but he didn't want this. This wasn't his idea. You're family. He doesn't want you dead. He doesn't want any of this! Is this what you wanted?" He nods up at the sky.

"No. I just wanted to hurt him. I wanted to make him pay." Amara corrects him.

"Yeah, that's revenge. It'll get you out of bed in the morning, and when you get it, it feels great... for about five minutes. I've been there. Me and Syd—we have had our fair share of fights—more than our share—but no matter how bad it got, we always made it right because we're family. Even after more than 15 years apart, we fixed it...I need her. She needs me. And when everything goes to crap, that's all you've got—family. Now you might be a—an all-powerful being...but I think you're human where it counts. You simply need your brother." Amara scoffs.

"Just stop."

"You don't want to be alone. Not really." He offers as he walks towards her. "I mean, hell. Maybe that's why you wanted me around. But deep down, you didn't really want me... 'cause I'm not him. So maybe I can kill you. Or maybe I can't. Maybe if I pull this trigger, we all live happily ever after, or maybe we die bloody, or maybe it doesn't matter, because maybe there's a different way. So I'm gonna ask you again. Put aside the rage. Put aside the hate. And you tell me...what do you want?" He asks her, she glances at him, clenches her jaw as she thinks about that question. Chuck suddenly finds himself in the garden with Dean and Amara.

"What?" Chuck asks and looks around at the two of them. "Why did you bring me here?"

"Brother, I..." Amara starts. "In the beginning, it was just you and me, and we were family. I loved you, and I thought...I knew...that you loved me."

"I did" Chuck assures her and then sighs. "I do"

"But then you went and you made all these other things. I hated them. I hated you for needing something else, something that wasn't me. And then you locked me away, and all I could think about was making you suffer." Amara admits.

"You had your reasons."

"I did. And I thought revenge would make me happy. But I was wrong. What you've made...it's beautiful. It took me a long time to see that. I know that we can't go back to the way things were. I don't want to, but I wish...I wish that we could just be family again"

"I do too." Chuck reaches out his hand, Amara takes it. Their hands start to glow and the sky brightens as the sun burns again. Amara reaches her free hand up and hovers it over Chuck's chest, healing him as waves of energy flow from her hand. "I think we're just gonna go away for a while and..." Chuck starts, Dean nods.

"Hey, yeah. Family meeting. I get it."

"But first..." Chuck walks over to Dean and places a hand on his chest, removing the bomb. Dean grimaces in pain. "Better?"

"What about us? What about Earth?" Dean asks him.

"Earth will be fine. It's got you...and Sam."

"And Syd?" Dean counters. Amara looks at him.

"Dean, you gave me what I needed most. I want to do the same for you." Amara assures him. Chuck disintegrate into light smoke, Amara nods at Dean and then dark smoke leaves her mouth. The two smoke clouds disappearing into the sky. Sydney's body collapses to the ground. Dean hurries to her and kneels at her side.

"Syd?" He asks touching her face and neck, checking on her. She groans and turns her head, eyes fluttering open.

"De?" She whispers, he lets out a relieved breath and helps her sit up. She groans again. "My head...." She complains lifting her hand up to press the heel of her hand into her forehead. Dean clutches to her, arms tight around her. She frowns and pulls her hand back. "Dean....what are you doing?" He just shakes his head and strokes her hair a little. She frowns but hugs him back.