A/N: I like how posting this turned out, actually. So here's the last chapter/conclusion/epilogue whatever you wish to call. Thanks for all those left their thoughts and feelings in the reviews, and those who lurked by favouriting and following. I now conclude my cheesy personal piece for you all. x

Balthazar and Cas stayed another hour and the five of them in the hunting cabin talked about anything that came to mind. It was like having a proper family, Dean mused. They left after a farewell which did actually include hugs, and Misha was the person who orchestrated it; he gave Cas a hug. The socially-awkward angel had been very unsure of what to make of it, but he dealt with it regardless.

Sam shook hands with Balthazar. Balthazar made faces at Misha. Misha made them back. Sam said goodbye to Cas. Dean almost hugged Cas, but instead just gave him a smile and a, "Catch you later, buddy."

Cas had nodded. "Yes, hopefully." he responded, mirroring Dean's smile.

The hunter didn't have an opportunity to inquire what that had meant, as the two angels disappeared, and he had sworn he'd seen the word 'Scotland' forming on Cas's lips as he flew away with Balthazar.

It made him grin.

Nearly an hour after the two angels left the hunting cabin, the Winchesters and Misha did too. They drove out into the countryside, none of them quite sure where they were going. They couldn't stay at Bobby's cabin because Raphael knew the location and they didn't want to risk another encounter. Now that Misha was branded with angel scribbles they were free to hide out anywhere they pleased; they didn't even need to hide out.

So Dean pulled up at the first diner they saw. All of them were, admittedly, starving.

Sam ordered a salad (Misha and Dean snickered), Dean ordered a cheeseburger and Misha ordered one of those cheesy English breakfasts that American diners do.

They all ate in silence. They were glad for the break, truth be told, but none of them knew what to do now. Dean and Sam (and Misha) knew they couldn't engage one hundred percent into a hunt because of the Cas clone.

Someone would have to keep an eye on him, just in case, and one-person hunting was dangerous.

So what were they supposed to do?

"You guys could have a break," Misha suggested after a mouthful of hashbrown, which broke the silence. "go see a movie, or something." he said.

Sam looked at Dean expectantly; Dean knew was brother was itching to see that Iron Man movie that had come out a couple of weeks ago. He himself wasn't too fond of seeing a movie but it was two against one.

"Alright." he agreed.

After the movie it had started to get dark. They all crashed in the motel up the street; Sam and Dean together, and after some debate and protests from Sam, Misha too. ("We need to keep an eye on him, Dean. You said it yourself – he looks like Cas. No saying what demons would gladly do with that.")

They all drifted off that night thinking about angels.

Castiel, Balthazar and Gabriel made it back two days after the movie. Dean had informed the socially-awkward angel of their position at the motel, and then the three of them had appeared by the door in all their heavenly glory.

"You ready, Mish?" Balthazar mockingly asked.

Misha looked at Dean, Sam and then the three angels. "I think so." he admitted. He looked back to the Winchesters. "I guess this is goodbye, then?" he questioned, a crooked grin planted on his face.

"Yeah." Sam confirmed. He moved in for a hug, which surprised Misha, but the Cas clone hugged the taller Winchesters regardless. "It's been cool, man." he said, grinning.

Sam pulled away and Dean moved in. He gave the clone a look, and the clone gave it right back. They both broke out in a grin and hugged each other, Dean completing the gesture by slapping Misha on the back.

"Take care of yourself. No more dying, you hear me?" he told the clone, which made him grin again.

"Loud and clear." Misha confirmed, still grinning. "Thanks, though. It really has been awesome." He reached up to touch his face, making a face. "With some exceptions." he added.

"Come on, kiddo, we haven't got all day." Gabriel pressed.

Misha stepped back so he was standing with the three angels. He gave a final wave, smiling, and then the four of them were gone.

Misha Collins woke with a start. He squinted in the darkness, confused about the headache that had suddenly assaulted him. He sat up in bed, rubbing his head. He looked down beside himself and Vicki was there, sleeping soundly.

Something about this made him happy.

He then looked up, around the room. There was something very important he was forgetting. His chest hurt a little, and so did his face. Was he drunk last night?

He cast his eyes over the room again, still squinting, and fell out of bed when he spotted a person leaning against the wall by the door. He picked himself up, groping for something he could possibly use as a weapon.

When his eyes adjusted, he saw his own face.

And then memories came flooding back. It was overwhelming; so overwhelming he had to hold his head. There was a sudden touch of two fingers to his forehead and the pain subsided.

Misha looked up. "Castiel?" he inquired to the trenchcoat he could see.

"Do not tell the others." he said simply. "It upset Dean you wouldn't remember." he added quietly.

Misha smiled faintly, pulling himself upwards. "Give him a big kiss when you get back, yeah?" he prompted. Castiel looked down, but Misha could see the smile on his face. "I'll make the writers write it into the show, and then you'll have to kiss him." he said, grinning.

"I should go." Castiel changed the subject. "Please do not share your knowledge, as it will put you and others around you in danger." he said, and then set a hand on Misha's chest.

He winced as his chest stung like it had when Balthazar had printed the anti-angel stalk marks on him, and knew Castiel was removing them for his own sake.

"I'm trusting you." The angel went on to claim. "I don't wish to come back here, as it weakens me very much." he said.

Misha nodded. "I understand." he claimed. "My lips are sealed." he said, doing the action, which he suspected the angel wouldn't understand.

But he was gone. Misha stared at the empty space for a moment, before looking around, ultimately setting his gaze on his wife. He looked back to the empty space, bowing his head.

"Thank you." he said, in prayer. "Thank you for a second chance."