Title: Reflections of Destiny A reimagining of Supernatural 15.20 Carry On. Its very short but gets it done.
EXT. FUNERAL PYRE - DAY
The scene opens with a solemn atmosphere as DEAN’s body is wrapped in burial cloth, resting on a wooden pyre. Flames gently lick at the edges, consuming the remnants of a life filled with adventure and brotherhood. The camera begins in a top-down view, capturing the flickering fire and the grieving Sam Winchester standing close by, lost in thought. As the flames rise, the camera slowly ascends, pulling away from the pyre and transitioning to a breathtaking view of a lush tropical forest in Brazil. The sound of crackling fire fades, replaced by the rustle of leaves and distant animal calls.
EXT. TROPICAL FOREST PATH - DAY
The camera descends and rotates, finally focusing on SAM, who now stands in the vibrant, sun-drenched forest, looking around with a mix of irritation and bewilderment.
"I hate these tropical forests. Who thought this would be a good idea?" Sam's voice filled with sarcasm.
As Sam’s words linger in the air, the camera continues to pan, revealing Dean Winchester, casually leaning against a nearby tree with a mischievous grin.
"Well, it was our counterparts' idea to relocate to Brazil. Said something about “finding paradise.” Dean grins.
Sam’s expression shifts to a reluctant smile, the weight of his grief momentarily lifted.
"Yeah, well, paradise doesn’t come with sweltering heat and bugs the size of small dogs." Sam complains swatting at flying insects.
Dean laughs, pushing off from the tree and stepping closer, an easy confidence about him.
"At least we’re not stuck hunting monsters in some dingy motel. Tropical adventures await! Plus, I heard there’s a bar nearby with drinks that could knock you flat." Dean smiles thinking of cold drinks and hot women.
Sam raises an eyebrow, the banter feeling strangely comforting.
"I bet it’s not half as good as that burger joint in Kansas." Sam reminds Dean.
"True, but it’s the journey that counts, right? Exploring ancient ruins, dodging snakes…" Dean ribs Sam.
Sam interrupts with a laugh.
"I’d rather dodge mosquitoes, thanks." Sam
They begin walking along the path, the vibrant greenery surrounding them. SAM looks thoughtful, taking in the beauty of the forest.
"I never pictured us ending up here. I always thought we’d be in the Impala, just driving down endless highways." Sam"
Dean nods, his expression softening.
"Yeah, I get that. But wherever we go, it’s still us. We make the adventure, not the place." Dean
Sam’s determination returns as he nods.
"Alright, let’s find that bar. Then we’ll figure out our next move. Who knows what’s waiting for us out there?" Sam
Dean claps Sam on the back, enthusiasm sparking in his eyes.
"Now you’re talking! Tropical adventures await, brother!" Dean
As they walk side by side, the camera pulls back, capturing the lush landscape and their easy camaraderie. Laughter fills the air, mixing with the sounds of nature.
The screen fades out, and DEAN’s voice echoes softly.
"No matter where we are, we’ve always got each other. That’s the real hunt." Dean
The screen goes black, revealing the words: "Carry on. The adventure continues..."
The familiar song 'Carry On My Wayward Son by Kansas' plays gently, leaving viewers with a sense of hope and the promise of new journeys in the never ending seasons of Supernatural. (Well we wish)
