Here's the finale! I really hope you guys liked this story. I'll be gone for a few days, and I won't be able to write any Fanfiction, but I'll start a new story as soon as I can.

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Fang's P.O.V.

I used to love cliff hangers. Honestly, I really did. I liked how they left you wanting more, making you turn the page, watch the next episode. Now, though, I'm getting pretty sick of them. Every time I turn around, someone is throwing a cliff hanger in my face.

Maggie's been gone for a half an hour, and I'm going crazy. Garrett isn't exactly great company. I was worried he was just as sadistic as Nathan, but he isn't. He just hurts you if you try something he doesn't like. For example, apparently he doesn't like it when his captives try to escape. I got a black eye for the first time I tried it. For the second, I got a bloody nose.

I hear the front door open, and struggling.

"I thought you gave her a sedative," Nathan snaps, and then grunts, like he had been hit by something. Oh, god. What did they do?

"I did." Maggie snaps back. "It wasn't strong enough. She's a fighter."

I hear grunts and screaming. Someone is crying. A little girl. The way she's sobbing...I think I know her. I must have...My eyes widen, and I lurch towards the door.

"NUDGE!" I bellow, and slam into Garrett, taking him by surprise. I push past him, into the hallway. I see Nudge in the middle of Maggie and Nathan, each with one of her arms. She's struggling, but weakly. Maggie must have given her a sedative.

Nudge looks up, and see's me. Her eyes widen, and she screams again, but this time, it isn't of fear.

"Fang!" She screeches, her voice hoarse. Tears well up in her eyes and spill over. I start running to her awkwardly, hands behind my back. I feel someone grab my arms and pull me back towards the room. Garrett throws me into my room, and Maggie, Nathan, and Nudge follow.

Maggie nods to Nathan and he releases Nudge. She darts forward, slamming into me. Nudge wraps her arms around me, crying hysterically. I lean into her, comforting her as much as I can with my hands restrained behind my back. I kneel on the ground, and Nudge follows, curling herself around me.

"I thought you were dead," Nudge hiccups.

"Shhh," I say, keeping my eyes on the monsters above me. I don't care if they think we're Angels. Why the heck would you hunt Angels anyways? I mean, aren't they full of love and stuff?

"I take it you two know each other?" Maggie asks politely. I glare at her, my spirit replenished. I'll do whatever I can to protect Nudge. No matter what.

Nathan steps forward and tears Nudge away from me. She screams, and struggles in Nathan's arms. Nathan wraps his arms over her, keeping her pressed up against him. He leans down and whispers something in her ear, and she pales and shudders. I see red, and lurch to my feet.

"Let go of her, you sick bastard." I whisper. I don't care about my hands, or tied wings. I'll find a way to kill him, if he keeps touching her. Maggie reaches over, and pulls Nudge away from Nathan. I don't know what he said to her, but she seems pretty eager to get away from him.

"Listen, Fang," Maggie starts. "This little dove is absolutely precious, and I'd hate to hurt her."

I halt, chest heaving. Nudge shakes in Maggie's arms. Her eyes beg me to do something, anything.

"We don't have to hurt her." Maggie says.

"You don't have to hurt anyone." I say, trying to reason with her. "Nudge is just a little girl. Don't drag her into this."

"She's definitely little, but she isn't a girl." Maggie says. Nudge looks up at her, and had this been a different situation, I would have laughed at her expression. The situation being what it was, I didn't laugh.

"She's a monster, a thing." Maggie continues. My heart breaks at the hurt expression on Nudge's face.

"Still, we don't have to hurt her. If you lead us to your Garrison, you can both go free." Maggie promises. I know she's lying. She'll kill all of us, and she won't even blink an eye.

"Okay." I say through gritted teeth. "I'll lead you to my Garrison." Nudge looks confused. I shake my head, and hold up two fingers by my leg. To the hunters, it might look like something natural, but to Nudge, it means something different. It means wait and listen.

She gives me an almost imperceptible nod. Maggie hands Nudge to Garrett, and he starts to take her out of the room. I start to protest, but stop. It won't do any good, only make them mad. Nudge goes without struggle, aware that it won't help.

Maggie comes closer. "Don't struggle." She warns. "Nudge'll pay the price."

I stay stock still as Maggie walks behind me. I feel her hands go around my neck, and something cold and heavy settles on the base of my neck. A collar. A freaking metal collar. Maggie attaches a chain to the back of it. When she comes back around to face me, she's holding the end of the chain in her hand. I give her an icy stare.

"Come one, then" She says, giving the chain a small jerk. I almost growl at her. Maggie pulls open the door. I follow her, stepping into the hallway. Garrett is standing by the door, holding Nudge. Her wings are taped like mine, but her hands are free.

"Lets get going," Maggie orders. She leads me out the door, and Garrett follows with Nudge. Again, I make that same sign with my fingers. Wait and Listen.

Nathan's already sitting in the drivers seat. Maggie get's into the back, and I get in next to her. Garrett steps into the passenger seat, pulling Nudge up with him. She has to sit on his lap, and my breath quickens, imagining breaking both his hands, legs, and his neck.

At least it was Garrett and not Nathan. Garrett won't try anything weird. He's all about business. Still, he leaves no stone unturned. I see the barrel of a gun pressing into Nudge's side, and I see red again. My only comfort is knowing that I will get her out of this. I won't let her get hurt. Her or any of the flock.

Max's P.O.V.

The bar's closed now. No one wants to say it, but we are losing faith in finding Fang. On top of that, Nudge hasn't come back from her fly. I don't know where she is, but I don't know where she would go, so I can't try to find her. And without Nudge's ability, it would be near impossible to find her.

I don't know what to do. Everything is falling apart. I put my head in my hands.

I must have fallen asleep, because I wake up to the feeling of anticipation, like something big is going to happen. I stand up, looking around. I see Angel walk out of Fang's room, cocking her head, like she's listening. I try to listen too, but then I realize, Angel must be listening for something that I can't hear. Thoughts.

Her eyes widen, and she darts for the door. I grab her shoulders before she can get there, and stop her. She looks up at my eyes, and I'm shocked to see desperation, fear, and panic residing there.

"Fang." She whispers, and I let go. I go numb, and I don't really remember shouting for Iggy and Gazzy, and charging towards the door with Angel. The boys come thundering into the room. I charge out the front door. I hear everyone, even Sam, Dean, and the others running after me.

The sun is starting to set, and the light is dimming. There is still enough light to see by that I see a form walking shakily towards the Roadhouse. I stop, my heart slamming in my chest.

"Oh, god," I murmur. The form stops moving as well. Fang. He stares up at me, his eyes wide. He has a band around his neck, and his arms are behind his back.

I smile, tears running down my face. I start to run to him, but Angel grabs my arm as I realize that Fang's eyes aren't wide with happiness, or surprise. They're wide with horror.

"Trap," Angel whispers, staring at Fang's face. I shake her loose, and run towards him again, only to see someone else get there first. I see a screaming Nudge pulled from the bushes, where the other form standing behind Fang was.

"No," I whisper, as I see the face of a woman. She's holding a chain, and the other end is attached to the band on Fang's neck.

"So, you must be the Garrison," The woman calls. She pulls out a gun, and puts it up to Fang's temple. "Why don't you come down here, and introduce yourselves?"

"Maggie, stop." Sam says. "This isn't what it looks like."

I tap Angels arm, and nod. She see's my signal, and steps forward.

"My name is Angel." She says sweetly.

The woman laughs. "Hah! How ironic. An Angel named Angel."

"I would like you to put the guns down, now." Angel says sweetly, but firmly.

The woman laughs again, but a grimace crosses her face, and she lays the gun on the ground, shuddering. I hear Ellen and Jo gasp.

Nudge kicks her way out of the large man's arms. She sprints up to me, and I grasp her, keeping my eyes on Fang. His eyes are full of remourse. I nod at him. He led them here, but he didn't have a choice. He was trying to protect Nudge, and he didn't think we would be here. He thought that this place would have Sam, Dean, Ellen, Jo, and Ash, ready and with guns. I understand.

The woman still has the end of his leash. Angel steps forward to tell her release it, and the woman reacts instantly pulling a gun out of her back pocket. She points it at Angel, and I have just enough time to yank her down before she fires, hitting the Roadhouse. The she points it back at Fang.

"You talk, and he dies!" She screeches at Angel. I take small steps forward.

"Look," I say hesitantly. Her eyes flare, but she doesn't shoot. I put my hands up.

"I can't do what Angel can," I promise her. She stares at me.

"What are you going to get out of this. Right now you're the only one with a gun, and your backup can't do much to help you." I reason. "If you shoot him, you won't be able to kill all of us. And the ones that you don't kill will kill you. Easy as that."

She glances at everyone by the Roadhouse.

"On the other hand, you let him go, no one gets hurt." I say. "We'll be too busy helping him, that we won't come after you."

The woman swallows uncomfortably, as though just realizing her odds. Suddenly, she releases the chain, shoving Fang forward. His hands are still tied behind his back, so he has to turn and land awkwardly on his side. By the time I reach him, the woman and her two henchmen are long gone.

Sam and Dean come down and help me lift Fang off the ground. Fang looks at them, and gives them a weak, lopsided smile.

"Sup?" He asks shakily. Sam laughs, and Dean just shakes his head.

"What are we going to do with you, kid?" Dean asks. Fang leans on them while they help him up to the house. I walk behind him. I see duct tape criss-crossed over his wings, and I feel a flash of anger. Nudge has her arms around me, and is sniffing and crying with relief.

Once we get Fang settled on the cot, Ellen starts working on him, bandaging, icing, and fixing his wounds. It takes a while for the duct tape to come off, and both he and Nudge hate it. Once it's off, though, they both stretch out their wings, leaving the rest of us to dodge around the feathers.

I hold Fang's hand. I've never felt anything so perfect. He's beaten, hurt, probably tramatised, and will be plagued with nightmares for the rest of his life, but he's alive. And here. With me.

He looks down at me, and I'm reminded of my dream of the two of us. Fang smiles, and kisses my hand, while we ignore everyone else.

"I love you, Max." He says.

Without hesitation, I answer. "I love you more."

He wraps his arm around me, and I breathe in the comforting scent, the familiar arms, and the feeling that finally, everything is going to be all right.

Three Weeks Later

We stayed at the Roadhouse until Fang was better, but we couldn't stay. There were too many hunters, and sometime, we would be discovered, and we would have the same problem on our hands.

"We can't go back home." Fang says, with an arm around me. "The Erasers know where it's at. That's where they found me."

"We can't stay here." Iggy points out.

"You don't have to." Dean says, stepping into the room. "I just spoke with a friend of mine, Bobby Singer. You can stay with him, for as long as you want. He could use a few extra hands around the house."

I raise an eyebrow. "Is he a hunter?"

Dean shrugs. "Not anymore. He sometimes helps out other hunters, but he's mostly a junkyard owner."

I look at the others. They nod.

"Sounds good," I agree, and the flock cheers. I smile when I look at everyone. Angel looks better already, Gazzy doesn't seem so sad, Iggy hasn't walked into one thing since Fang got here, and Nudge is talking again. I forgot how much she talks. It almost makes me want her quiet again.

We jump in the cars, as Sam and Dean volunteered to drive us to Bobby's.

"Keep a look out the window," Sam comments. "We'll see the Mississippi river, and pass through some huge forests."

Dean snorts. "What a dork," Sam shoves Dean, and Dean pushes back. Then they laugh.

As the car starts, and we feel the car start moving, I hear Nudge in the backseat.

"Over the river, and through the woods, to Bobby's house we go…"

Yep, everything is finally perfect.

That's it. I really hope you guys liked the ending. Tell me what you thought. Was it too rushed? Did it make sense?

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