AN: Final Chapter! Implied mpreg... not verified. And, no I don't think there will be a sequel. Please R&R! I'm starting a new fic soon... not sure what it will be. I've not given up on Saving Me, I've just got no inspiration with that one at the moment. Anywho!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Also, major props to Jason Mraz for the song "I Won't Give Up", which I shamelessly stole the lyrics.

Dean returned. That's all there was to it. He had entered his apartment, saw Castiel, and rushed forward. Gathering the weeping angel into his arms, he held him close. He needed him. The chick at the bar was right. He needed to listen to his heart. And everything in him told him that he needed to be with Cas. He didn't know how long he really had left with the being of God, but he needed every second.

It was roughly a week later, lying in bed that he looked down at his love. Cheesy, yes, but that's who Castiel was. His love. So, as he was looking down at Cas, he couldn't stop the tears from forming. How was he going to last without Cas to hold him up? To be there to save him? To patch him together with a simple touch? The truth was… he didn't know. And he knew he probably wouldn't last long.

Feeling the shaking of Dean's chest, Castiel looked up. His heart broke, again. He pulled Dean close to him and vanished their clothing. The muscles under his hands began to spasm as he caressed his back. Castiel brought his lips down to Dean's neck, kissing just behind the ear. Dean shuddered at the contact. This wasn't about lust, necessarily, more about intimacy. Dean needed proof that he would always love him. And he would. Until God unmade him and he knew no more.

Dean gripped Castiel around the waist. Perhaps, he thought to himself, if I hold him hard enough, I'll just merge with him. He looked up to Castiel, the tears brimming and falling. Castiel met his gaze, the leaned down, kissing the tears away.

"Dean," Cas said, his voice rough, full of emotion, "I love you."

Dean felt the tears fall harder. Please, Dean thought in whispers, don't leave me.

Eyes still locked, and having heard what Dean had pleaded he leaned down to push their foreheads together. He knew that this was killing Dean. He knew it would, in the end; if it be through a careless hunt, and being killed by some monster, or through an actual suicide. Cas didn't know if he could live with that.

Drawing a breath he whispered, "When I look into your eyes, it's like watching the night sky," he pondered for a moment, "or a beautiful sunrise." He tilted his head in the puppy dog fashion, staring into Deans eyes. His eyes had seen so many horrors, and not enough miracles. "There's so much they hold." He hated to think that Dean didn't have faith, but he could understand why he had felt that way. Look at the situation now. But, Dean's soul had been to Hell. Had spent forty years there. Forty horrible, long, cruel years. "How old is your soul?"

Dean looked down, not wanting to be under the scope like that. But, he couldn't help looking back up to the angel. "I hate that you have to leave." Dean whispered. "I don't know if I'm going to be able to go on." He pulled him closer. "How will I go on without you?"

Castiel brought his hand up to cup the back of his head. "Well, I won't give up on us," he said, kissing Dean briefly, "even if the skies get rough." He then pulled Dean into a harsher kiss. His tongue breached Dean's lips as soon as he gasped. His tongue raked the roof of Dean's mouth, causing lust to course through his veins.

"Cas," Dean pulled away for just one breath, before being pulled into another kiss. Teeth nipped, tongues clashed, moans were swallowed.

Castiel brought his hand down to the cup the human's shaft. It pulsed under his touch. Oh, how he would miss this. Dean groaned when he gave a particularly harsh squeeze. He then began to allow his fingers to travel lower. Scraping the scrotum with his nails, causing a hiss through teeth, Cas moved down to the perineum. He brushed it, back and forth, in a come hither fashion. Dean writhed. He loved this so much. Watching Dean wiggle and pulse was heaven for him.

"Cas," Dean groaned, "love me!" He twisted his head, glancing down to see Cas staring at his face, "Don't look away!" He squeezed his eyes shut in pleasure. He needed Cas to see how much he needed him.

"I'm giving you all of my love," Cas whispered back. "I'm still looking up."

Cas pulled himself to a kneeling position, grabbing Dean's cock with his other hand. His lower hand breached his hole. Dean gasped. Cas pumped Dean's cock while he twisted his finger, before adding another. It was getting to be too much. He needed Dean now.

Pulling his finger out, he grabbed the lubrication, smeared some on his own dick, and then positioned himself. "I love you," he whispered, then sheathed himself to the hilt. It was like the purest silk. He would never know pleasure such as being inside of Dean, except, maybe, Dean being inside of him.

Dean jerked at the push, having been barely prepped, but still felt pleasure as his prostate was hit dead on. It was magic. It had to be. It was the only way to explain the electricity that he felt every time he and Castiel made love. Castiel began to move and Dean was lost. He could only feel. Well, and hear Castiel begin to grunt. It was music to his ears. Proof that Cas was still there.

The hand around Dean's cock had gone slack until he felt the pulse in it again. Then, in sync with his thrusts, he began to pump his hand. Dean groaned, opening his eyes to meet Castiels. The blue eyes had never left his face, the pupils taking in all of his pleasure… reveling in it. That thought alone caused his orgasm. He jerked and released his load all over the angels chest, along with his own.

The tightening of the warm crevice around his shaft caused Cas's release. He shot his load, the longest he ever had, and collapsed on his human.

Still breathing hard, Dean looked down at the messy head that was buried in his chest. His heart clenched. He still couldn't do this. Gently removing the angel, and stood, grabbing the designated 'Jizz Rag', and wiping himself.

He walked into the kitchen, putting some distance between himself and the angel. He began to load the dishwasher. Yes, he was naked. No, he didn't care.

"Dean," he heard behind him, which he ignored. The dishwasher filled, he added soap then began to wash his hands.

"Cas, I need a little-"

"Space." Castiel finished for him. He turned, to face the angel, with his brow raised. Castiel sighed, waving his hand, and his clothes reappeared on him.

"When you're needing your space," Cas said slowly, "to do some… navigating," he waved his hand in a vague way, "I'll be here patiently waiting to see what you'll find." He smiled softly, "I'm hoping it'll be you're love for me." He turned to leave.

Dean sobbed, tears in his eyes again. Dammit! Why did he have to keep crying? "You know I feel this burning in my chest!" He shouted to the angel, causing him to swivel around to face the human. "Every fucking time I think about what could happen any day now I feel a burning! It's painful. It's like Hell again. But, this time it's more… it's like my soul is being ripped out and set on fire." He looked away. "I'm falling, Cas. My hopes and dreams, the ones I had for us… they're falling."

Castiel walked to his lover, placing his hands on his face to force him to look at him. "I know how you feel. It's just like when I lost my grace." He smiled briefly and bitterly. "You know there are people who believe the angels were the stars." He cleared his throat. "Even the stars… they burn. Some even fall to the Earth." He pointed to himself. "Falling… I was fallen once. You ripped every dream I thought I had and replaced it. With better ones."

Dean's tears finally fell. "We gotta lot to learn, huh?" He leaned forward and rested his head on Castiel's shoulder. "About each other, at least. We've gotta make this work while we can, huh?"

"God knows we're worth it." Castiel responded, wrapping his arms around Dean, holding him close.

"Cas," Dean whispered, looking at his face, "I don't want to be someone who walks away so easily… I'm here to stay." He looked fierce, even with tears, "Fuck God."

Cas shook his head. "If only it were that easily. We can't go against God decree."

"Why? He's an ass!" Dean shouted, holding Cas closer.

"I guess that's how we differ." Cas said, and when Dean went to pull away, he quickly soothed, "Our differences do a lot to teach us how to use the tools and gifts we've got."

Dean quit his half assed attempt to get away. He knew any day now Cas would leave. He would miss his innocent wit. And his curiosity. And the way his mouth… eh… just everything he supposed. And, being with him made Dean happy. Happier than he ever was with… anybody.

He made Dean laugh, and obviously cry, but mostly laugh. He had a lot in common with Dean… Not that he can think of anything at the moment, but Dean was emotional right now… thinking wasn't required. Still, Cas was the best person Dean knew. So, it made sense when Dean looked at him and said:

"And in the end…. You're still my friend." He raised his hand to the side of Castiels face, "At least we did intend for us to work." Dean's thumb padded the angel's lips. "We made a great team."

"Even if we fought like hell in the beginning?" Cas said, laughing at Dean's mock glare.

"We had to learn how to bend…" He half shrugged, "without the world caving in."

Castiel nodded, "We both had to learn." Cas ticked his fingers, "I had to learn what I've got."

"Humanity," Dead quipped, smirking at Cas' blush and he trailed his fingers over his still naked form. Why was Dean dressed again?

"What I'm not," he ticked again.

"God," Dean said, bringing his fingers to the nipples and tweaking them. "I'm pretty sure God doesn't commit sins of the flesh."

Cas shook his head, "And who I am." He finished.

"Castiel, Dean's angel." Dean said, bringing his hand around his back. He met the angels true blue eyes. This was the hardest thing he would ever have to do. God help him, Castiel would leave him on this Earth with nothing to show for it… but memories.

"I won't give up, Dean." Castiel whispered, "Even if I have to fight my way out. Even if the skies get rough," he pulled Dean closer. "I will give you all of my love." He brought his hand to the nape of Dean's neck, "God knows you're worth it."

"He damn well better," Dean whispered, kissing the angel senseless and leading them back to the bedroom.

They made love again, Cas entering Dean again. Taking him…. Filling him. It was hard, and in the end they both sobbed. It was the last time and they knew that.

When Dean woke he was alone. It was total emptiness in the apartment and he knew that Cas had been pulled to heaven. The gates were locked now. Cas wasn't coming back.

Four weeks later, Dean bent over the toilet again. That was the third time this week. Bobby was not going to be happy if he didn't finish that car, but he just couldn't keep his food down. Ever since Cas had left, he'd felt nauseas. He'd been tired too. Depression is what everyone else called it. He didn't care. He just wanted his angel back.

He turned back to the '75 Mustang and grimaced. All the smells of the oil and grease were getting to him. He couldn't stand being near the garage right now. And, despite having just upchucked, he was starving. For tacos.

Fuck… if he didn't know any better he'd say he was pregnant.