Alright guys, here's the epilogue, as promised. And that draws an end to this, seriously, I'm done. No more. Complete. 100%. I have to keep telling myself this because I could totally go on forever, just following the plot of the show, but I won't because that would just be time and effort that I should spend on my other 3 million fanfic ideas. You're all lovely, and thank you. I'm going to ask for just one more follower though, make it an even hundred? It would please me to no extent. Anyway, a happy ending for everyone, and thank you all once again. For the last time, enjoy.

Dean cracked his eyes open as early morning light shone in through the crack in the curtains and directly onto his lids. He frowned and rolled over on the queen sized motel bed grumbling to himself before almost falling back asleep on the other pillow. It was then he realized something was wrong, his eyes shot open and he sat up.

"Cas?" He called, looking around. It had been about three weeks since that day in the cemetery and since then he and Cas hunted down two ghost and put them to rest. He found that they worked well together, not that he didn't already know that, but he thought it would be more difficult to get into the swing of things since Castiel wasn't actually a hunter. But, after the first case they had established an order in which things should go, and they found that they were a good offset to each other. Things had been going as well as they could, between research and hunting, stolen kisses and long, passionate nights Dean had been happier in the last three weeks than he had been in a long time; except for the nightmares. He had been having more and more nightmares lately of Lucifer flaying his brother deep in the dark depths of Hell where they were trapped in the cage, and Cas had been relieving every one with a gentle press of his fingertips and a soft kiss on the lips. Even though the angel didn't need sleep, he would still lie in bed with Dean and watch over him, which is what made Dean anxious when he pressed his hand down and found that the other side of the bed was cold.

"Cas?!"

Dean stumbled out of bed, kicking off the sheets that had worked their way between his legs and walked around the motel room, poking his head in the bathroom and outside and not finding a trace of the angel. Anxious and annoyed, Dean pulled on his jeans, shirt, socks, and boots; he slipped Ruby's knife into his belt and made his way to the door doing one last sweep of the room to make sure no disheveled angels had appeared since he last looked. When nothing stuck out at him as out of the ordinary he moved to the front door and pulled it open, stumbling back at the monstrous frame in the doorway. Quickly, he grabbed his holy water and threw it at the man, who then smiled and wiped the wetness off his face.

"Hey Dean."

"But, no. H-how can you..?" Dean stepped back again and pulled the knife out, readying himself for a fight and shaking his head vehemently. "No, it can't be you." Before he could lunge forward the figure held his arms out in front of him in a pacifying gesture, he pulled a knife out of his own belt - Dean recognized it as the pure silver one he kept in his trunk - and ran it across his forearm, drawing blood. Dean deflated and dropped his arms by his sides. "Sammy?" He stepped forward and pulled his little brother into his arms, hugging him tightly. "But how did you…?" The question died on his lips when he opened his eyes and saw, standing a few feet behind Sam, his dorky, half-smiling angel.

"Happy birthday Dean."

Sam pulled away from Dean and smiled before pushing past him into the motel room. Dean walked out onto the side walk. "Cas, how did you..?" But before he could finish his sentence, Cas raised his hand.

"It is not of import." He looked up at Dean through his lashes and Dean chuckled softly. He closed the distance between them and pulled Castiel against his body, resting his head in the crook of his neck.

"Thank you." He whispered and Cas pulled him tighter and whispered back.

"I will do anything for you Dean." Dean smiled against his skin, knowing deep down that it was true and reciprocal.

"I will not get used to that!" Sam exclaimed, appearing the doorway. Dean pulled away from Cas, his arms resting loosely against his angel's waist. "I'm just uh-" He pointed to the main office of the motel. "I'm just going to get my own room, okay?" He made an exaggerated grossed out face, looking between the two of them, before continuing. "Maybe on the other side of the motel."

"Bitch!" Dean called after him as he started walking away.

"Jerk!" Sam shouted back over his shoulder and Dean grinned. He leaned forward once again and kissed Castiel softly before pulling back.

"So," He began, fingering the knot in the backwards tie. "Do I get anything else for my birthday?" He raised his eyebrows and grinned suggestively. Cas quickly got the hint and pushed him backward into the motel room, closing the door and locking it behind him. As he pushed Dean back on the bed and began undressing him, Dean couldn't help but think that he was one seriously lucky guy. That is, right before a loud knock sounded at the door and Sam's muffled voice filtered through it.

"Guys, the only room left shares a wall with yours so, uh, keep it down okay?"

Dean grinned mischievously and pulled Cas down on top of him, crushing their mouths together once again and letting out a loud moan. Yeah, he thought as Sam banged on the wall, things were going to be okay.