Ahh! So here is the Epilogue! I'll do all my rambling at the end!

Hope you enjoy it! :D

Epilogue.

It's been two years. Two years since that Demon sent Deanna, Samantha, Bobbie and Cassie to an different universe; two years since Deanna realised that she exists somewhere as a Dean, that her whole entire family - everyone she loves has a male counterpart; nearly two years since she met him and realised that she needed to start living her own life.

She's been through a lot in those two years - betrayal, love, reunion, loss and making new friends.

She broke her heart when she found out Cassie was working with that bitch, Crowley to open Purgatory; watched her take in all those souls and then declare she was a new and better God. She shut down many bad organisations but killed too many people for Deanna to even try to forgive - not to mention the fact she broke Sammy's wall, letting hallucinations of Lucifer into her mind.

But then she was gone; taken over by Leviathan and just… gone. Deanna grieved, her heart broken all over again because the last thing she saw of her Angel, of her best friend, was her skin cracking and bleeding, covered in someone else's blood, broken and defeated and weak. After that, it was just a bunch of Leviathan wearing her skin and wandering into the reservoir where all that was left of her was her dumb trench-coat.

Deanna grieved; Deanna cried herself to sleep more times than she is willing to admit, and definitely more times that she's willing to tell Sammy.

She witnessed seeing Cassie once again, brought back to life but this time with no memories of her past; just a human named Emmanuelle who could heal and help people but didn't know why. She was married, she looked happy, and yet instinctively, she trusted Deanna and went with her.

She befriended Meg; she lost Cassie again when she took on Samantha's problems; she found the Prophet of the Lord, Karen Tran, a dorky little fish-out-of-water that didn't like the weight suddenly placed on her shoulders. She met Charlie Bradbury, a computer genius who turned into the little brother she never wanted or thought of, but got anyways.

She witnessed the rise of Leviathan, witnessed their leader Dick Roman put a bullet in Bobbie's head - she lost the closest thing to a mother she's had since she was four-years-old - and she brought an end to their rule; she went to Purgatory with Cassie and met Bennie when she lost Cassie. They fought tooth and nail to get to her Angel, and then to get to the portal to get back home.

She left Cassie behind and brought Bennie back. Bennie went her own way and Cassie magically reappeared but she was different.

Sammy was doing the trials to shut the gates of Hell and was practically dying with every passing second, and Cassie was on her own mission that she didn't let Deanna in on. She lost her blood sister when she helped Sammy complete trial number two - another loved one she couldn't save.

She was nearly beaten to death by Cassie for reasons she still doesn't understand, but Heaven had a hold on her, which only broke when Deanna tried to get through to her, told her "I need you" and was one second away from saying the dreaded L-word.

Cassie went awol; her sister was dying; Bennie was back in Purgatory; Deanna was lost.

Then Cassie turned up, asking for help because she wanted to close the gates of Heaven to fix the relationship with the Angels, and she agrees to help, even when she realises that it means her friend, her Angel, her family is going to go into Heaven and the gates are going to shut behind her, and she's never gong to see her again; she might even die, but she helps her fulfil the second trial.

And that's how she finds herself here.

'Castiel!' She screams to the sky, as she watches lights stream across the midnight sky. She knows exactly what that is, but it can't be… no. She cradles Sammy in her arms, trying to ignore the fact she's screaming and writhing in pain.

'Wha-what's happening?' Sam enquires, gasping through the pain as she too watches the Angel's fall through the sky, their wings burning away from them, like a shooting star.

'The Angels… they're falling.' Deanna whispers in reply, finding it hard to believe it and she worries about Cassie, because has she Fell as well? What's become of her? Where is she? Is she even alive? Surely not all of those Angels were survive? The impact will be too great, surely.

She can't think about it anymore when Samantha loses consciousness with a stuttered gasp, and the only thing Deanna can think of is pulling out her cellphone and dialling 911 for an ambulance, hoping it isn't too late; hoping she isn't losing her sister after all. That was the reason she stopped these fucking trials in the first place.

She can't lose Cassie and Sammy in the same night. She just can't.

~oOoOoOoOoOo~

Two weeks since the Angels fell and Deanna still hasn't heard a word from Cassie. She's tried ringing her on the mobile she insisted the Angel kept, but there's no answer. She's sorely tempted to go out and actually search the country looking for her, but she can't do that either, because Sammy still isn't well.

She can get up out of bed for small things like going to the toilet or eating, but otherwise, she's too weak to actually do anything else. Deanna stays by her side nearly all the time, only leaving when she tries calling Cassie once more, or turns on the news or the laptop to see if there's any sign of her.

Which is what she's doing now; searching for news. She sits at the table, feet propped up on the hard wooden surface. The laptop sits on her lap and there's a glass of whiskey in her hand. Her free hand moves up and down on the mousepad, surfing through news of what the media are calling an unplanned, unnatural meteor shower. Hah. If only they knew. Scientists are at a loss; some religions are claiming it to be an act of God, and that's when Deanna slams the laptop shut, 'cause it isn't some act of God, it's some douchebag transformer-named-Angel who cast all the other Angels from Heaven - and used her best friend to do it!

She sets the computer on the table, swinging her leg down as she drains the content of her glass, and just as she sets that down beside Sammy's beloved computer, there's a knock at the door.

Deanna frowns, her eyes trailing up the stairs to the large door, narrowing her eyes at it because who the Hell knows about the Man of Letter's Bunker? Only Karen, Sammy, Crowley - but the asshole is still in their dungeons, Deanna checked not fifteen minutes ago - and herself. Pretty much no-one else knows about this, except… her eyes widen when she realises who could be at the door, and she bolts upright, toppling the chair backwards in her haste.

She doesn't care, however, and quickly makes her way to the door, hands on the railing to help pull herself up the stairs when her legs are moving fast enough for her liking.

As soon as she can she unlocks the door and throws it open, and her breath is knocked out of her when she sees who's standing in front of her.

Without even giving Cassie a chance to say, 'Hello, Deanna,' - to test and make sure it really is her - she throws herself at her. Deanna wraps her arms around Cassie, burying her face in the crook of her long, elegant neck as she laughs and sobs in relief. Cassie takes a moment before she hesitantly returns her embrace, wrapping her arms around Deanna's waist and pulling her a bit closer, feeling home all of a sudden.

She doesn't say anything, not even as Deanna's grasp becomes almost painful, not even as she feels the unmistakable feel of a kiss being pressed to the corner of her neck, followed by another and another. Cassie ignores the churning in her stomach, how her legs feel weak all of a sudden and it has nothing to do with all the walking she's done the past two weeks.

But it's near enough impossible to ignore when Deanna pulls back, green eyes that Cassie's missed so much clashing with her own blue ones, and there's a pounding in her ears. The rush of blood that suddenly sweeps through her body, painting her with a soft pink and making her feel the best and worst she's ever felt.

There's no way she can ignore it now, not when Deanna is closer to her than she's ever been before, and she's not even protesting about "personal space", something that's normally so important to the hunter. She's so close that Cassie can see the constellation of freckles adorning her face, so many that she'll never be able to count, but she'd like to try nonetheless.

Then Deanna's lips are on hers and she doesn't care about counting freckles anymore. Deanna presses herself closer to Cassie, eyes flickering shut as she softly presses her lips against her Angel, a gentle touch at first to make sure that this isn't crossing a line that Cassie doesn't want to cross, but when the Angel doesn't push her away and gasps a little instead, that's all the encouragement Deanna needs.

She moves her hands from around Cassie's neck so they're entwined in her hair instead, and she presses her lips harder against her friend, relishing in the gasp and moans coming from Cassie already.

It's only brief but it's everything they've been waiting for and building towards, so Deanna really can't bring herself to complain when she pulls away, after only a few seconds.

'I've missed you.' She whispers, leaning her forehead against Cassie's, planning to just stay in her Angel's embrace until the end of time. However, the idea is quickly knocked from her mind when a gust of chilling wind cuts her to her bones, and she remembers the door is still open and Cassie isn't actually in the Bunker yet.

Deanna pulls herself away, reaching down to entwine her fingers with Cassie's, before she shuts the door after tugging her inside. She leads her down the stairs without another word.

'Want some coffee? You're fucking freezing.' Deanna enquires, pulling her hand free from Cassie's and moving towards the kitchen, even though Cassie hasn't actually answered her. Her hands were ice cold; if it were a cartoon, there'd be icicles hanging off her long, slender fingers. Deanna's not really going to let her say "no" to the question because of that.

Cassie looks around the room, before she follows Deanna and as soon as she can, she asks, 'Where's Samantha?'

Deanna stops, shoulders tense but when she remembers who it is asking, remembers what the doctors told her not that long ago, she finds the strength to answer.

She swallows, 'In bed. The trials… the last one; it was going to take her life, and I told her to stop and she did, but something happened and she nearly died. She did die, for a minute actually, but they brought her back… they say she's going to be all right though. Tells me rest, fluids and all that crap will make her better. She needs to go back for some surgeries and blood transfusions as well, and they didn't want to let her out of hospital, but I… I didn't have enough money on me to pay it and sooner or later they'd've maxed out the cards and… so, she's in bed for now.'

She doesn't jump when Cassie's hand lands on her shoulder, gently squeezing it and coaxing her to turn around, but it's close. Her green eyes meet those brilliant blue ones, and it takes all her strength not to break down into tears.

'She's going to be fine.' Cassie declares, the conviction in her voice so strong Deanna doesn't even dream about protesting. 'If I could, I would heal her, but either way, she is going to be amazing and back to her strong self. I have seen so many miracles happen around you two; I doubt that's going to run out any time soon.'

A smile flickers onto Deanna's lips, the first smile she's gave in two weeks, and she replies, 'Thanks, Cassie, that - wait, what did you mean if you could? I thought the Angels just lost their wings when they fell?'

Cassie's quiet all of a sudden, her face falling and losing the conviction it previously held; no longer determined to make Deanna see that good things do happen, it's instead trying to shut off, to hide, and Dee doesn't like it one bit.

Cassie declares, after Deanna prompts her once more by calling her name, 'Metatron took my Grace. I'm… I'm human now.'

Deanna doesn't say anything, doesn't really know what to say to that right now, so Cassie continues, forges on because she takes Deanna's silence as rejection; she's just waiting for the hunter to turn around and tell her she's useless now, that she can't stay.

'It was the last part of the spell. An Angel's Grace and he took mine and he's got it, and he's kept it, and I have no way of getting it back. I'm stuck like this. I'm… I'm useless to you.'

'Hey!' Deanna chides, hand coming up to grab at Cassie's shoulder, leaning down just an inch to meet her gaze. 'You are not useless. You are more than your Grace, you are more than your powers. I want you here, Cassie, whether you be a human or an Angel or a damn Demon! I want you here with me, Cassie. I've told you before, I need you. Not your fighting techniques or your healing powers or your wings. I want you and you alone. Capiche?'

Cassie studies her for a long moment, looking for any sign that she was lying to her but all she can see in her friend's bright green eyes is honesty and trust, so she nods her head. 'Yeah, I capiche.'

'Good. I'm just happy you're home.' Deanna says as she turns back to the coffee and pours both her and Cassie a cup.

When she turns back to her friend, who takes the cup with a small smile and deeply inhales the smell, she smiles herself. This is just right.

'So, I get to stay?'

Thankfully, Deanna has swallowed her mouthful of coffee, otherwise she's sure she'd choke on it. She pulls her cup away from her mouth, studying Cassie with a raised eyebrow as if she doesn't understand the question at all. She scoffs and rolls her eyes, setting her cup down onto the counter and then pulling Cassie in closer by grabbing ahold of her hand.

She presses her lips against her soft, plump ones with a soft smile. It's another brief kiss, which is weird for Deanna but something is screaming at her to take it slow. They've been through so much together and they're just getting back on their feet; betrayal has come from both sides and she's pretty sure barging in headfirst would lead to them falling apart, not coming together.

She pulls back, a smirk on her lips as she squeezes the Castiel's hand that's still in her grasp.

'Of course, you assbutt.' She grins, sending a wink at her Angel, before she picks up her cup in her free hand and starts leading Cassie out of the kitchen. 'C'mon, I'm sure Sammy will want to see you.'

And as they walk towards Samantha's room, hand-in-hand and chatting away, Deanna can't help but wonder if this is how the boy's are playing it out, or if she's just got a good grasp at the whole "free will" thing.

But she hopes not; after all, those three deserve their happy ending too.

Okay! Yeah, so in this fic, the monstrosity that is Season Nine does not happen. Just to clarify that.

Anyway, I am so sad that this is finally finished, but I am so happy at the same time, because I honestly never thought this story would get such a reaction. I honestly thought I'd get one or two readers but not as many as I have! Like you have no idea how much it puts a smile on my face when I get an email saying someone has review/favourite/followed/kudos this story!

Now, I believe I've mentioned before that the next fic to be published is my HP/SPN crossover that I wrote for NaNo last year. That will be posted tomorrow, so keep an eye out for that if you're interested.

Don't forget I'm on tumblr and facebook, incase you want to stay in contact and know when I'm update. Links to both are on my profile.

And seriously, just a big THANK YOU to every who has read this fic! You have no idea how much this means to me and I love you all!

Until I see you again! :D

~Charlotte.x