Oh wow. This story is done. *pats myself on the back* did you guys know that this is the very first story I have ever finished? I have many stories that are much longer, but they're not finished... I just can't finish them. Authors block and stuff. I am so proud of this story; I have consistently updated every saturday for 11 weeks. Oh wow. It took almost three months to write this. Wow.

Anyway, I cannot even begin to express my thanks to all of my loyal readers. It has certainly been an awesome ride with you guys! I hope this little (cute) epilogue leaves you guys smiling... I'll appreciate all reviews you send my way, whether they be good or bad...

Thank you!

"So, Samalam-"

"Don't call me that, Gabe," Sam said exasperatedly as Gabriel scooched up next to him on the bench in the park.

Gabriel ignored him, "Remember that card trick I did a few years ago? Ha! Well, I figured it out!"

"Dude," Sam said with a snort of amusement. "I don't even remember what card I had."

Gabriel rolled his eyes, "What, and you think I do?" He smirked, "Nah, I remembered how the card trick worked and where I put the card when doing the card trick."

"Yeah?" Sam uttered, turning his body to face the ex-Trickster. "So where has it been this entire time?"

Gabriel's eyes glinted with amusement and he waggled his fingers. "Check your wallet, Gigantor."

Sam rolled his eyes, but his desire to prove Gabriel wrong won out and he pulled the wallet out from his jeans pocket. He smiled briefly at the picture in his wallet; Dean was playing baseball with his grandchildren; in the background stood a large suburban house and through the window, Sam could could see Gabriel throwing a turkey-Thanksgiving-pie at Castiel. Harry, Chuck and Amara sat on the rooftop, both looking as young as they had when Sam and Dean had originally met them.

"Oi, oi, oi. Just because you're brother died after living to ninety, doesn't mean you get to go all angsty-Sammy on me. Come on, look into your wallet."

Rolling his eyes again, Sam's old trembling fingers searched through his wallet, which was for once devoid of any false FBI IDs. And then suddenly, he saw it - the joker card. It was jammed between his two fake credit cards. Grinning, he pulled it out and nodded. "Yeah, that was my card."

Gabriel's face lit up happily and he clasped his hands, "Oh! Finally!"

"Wait… You seriously waited over sixty years to finish that card trick?" Sam exclaimed, coughing slightly as his lungs protested. Old age was no joke. Gabriel smirked and waved a hand over his face.

"Hel-lo? Trickster?"

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It was an odd diner. A vintage one, with booths and a vinyl recorder playing music over loudspeakers. The booths were separated by screens so as to give the patrons an illusion of privacy. The long counter was filled with empty bottles of various brands of alcohol as though the owner hadn't bothered to clean up after last night's football night.

Even curiouser, were the large mahogany bookcases that lined the walls, each filled with books on various topics. Some looked ancient, some relatively modern - although in a place such as this, where time was relative, it was hard to say what was ancient, what was old and what was modern. Among these books, were the Supernatural books once written by the lonely, alcoholic Chuck Shurley. Also among these books were the world-wide famous Harry Potter books which the same author had written under the pseudonym of J.K. Rowling.

The oddest thing, however, was probably the small vortex that had very suddenly appeared on one of the walls. And then that small vortex started growing, expanding as it slowly sucked more and more objects into it. Slowly but steadily serviettes, books, cutlery, bottles and the like started to get sucked into it.

Harry watched as the paint slowly peeled off the walls and entered the vortex of time. As he watched this very destructive force, Harry also very suddenly felt at peace. He watched the flakes of paint gently float to the floor and then get picked up by the draft and then get sucked into the vortex.

The three of them sat at a corner table, enjoying their last sips of their favourite drinks in silence. All three of them stared at the vortex, watching as all they had created was slowly ripped apart into shreds. After a moment - it could have been hours, weeks or even eons; their concept of time was long gone too - Amara raised her tumbler for a toast. Her two brothers raised their's too.

"To Humanity," She murmured, a gentle smile crossing her lips. Harry gently tapped his tumbler against her's and Chuck's. "To Humanity," He and Chuck echoed quietly and gulped down the last few dregs of their beverages.

Hadn't Death once said that at the end, he would reap God too? Well Death was gone, Harry could feel it, Everyone was gone. Dead. So was most of humanity and pretty much the entire world that Chuck had created at the Beginning of Time. But as all things had a beginning, they also had an end. For that was the reason that time was ending, and it was taking it's original creators along for the ride.

They had lived their time; they had fulfilled their function and Harry felt oddly at peace with that. They - the three of them - had given Humanity the gift of life, they had taught them, they had nearly destroyed the world several times, but at the end of the day - or rather of time - Harry supposed that a lot more good had come out of it than bad.

Reaching up to touch the lighting bolt scar that he had decided to keep all those years ago, Harry smiled. He smiled as he remembered that life, the one filled not only with despair and sadness, but also with happiness and joy, that life that had taught him so much about Humanity and their virtues and follies.

Time had swallowed Humanity already, and was about to do so with Chuck, Amara and himself. But as Harry looked into the vortex of time, he contently closed his eyes. It was time for them to go and he would willingly do so. They had served their duty. Harry let his hand drop to the side as images from that life crossed his mind's eye and he realised that a lot of shit had happened to a lot of people but that now… all was well.

The End (literally^)

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