this is how it ends.

"Oh, that really is a nasty wound." The doctor states, after closely looking at Ruby's shoulder. "How the hell did you get that?"
With his fake smile, which made people believe him anything Dean replies. "It was a dog. A big dog. Very big...you know."

Ruby moans and looks at Dean, totally annoyed. She can't believe she let him drag her into this stupid hospital, where she was forced to sit on this huge, soft bed the whole day, wearing that stupid white-with-blue-points piece of fabric. So, the look she gives him has to be considered her 'I hate you!'-look.

Finally after ten, to Ruby endless minutes, they're alone.

Ruby growls at him. "Never do that again."

He patts her head. "Yeah, honey."

"Don't do that, either."

The doctor returns, giving them the results, telling them Ruby can leave anytime she wants, as the wound was big and looked disgusting, but didn't affect her health.

They walk down the street, holding hands. Dean unlocks his impala, they both get in.

When driving, they sit next to each other, happy. Because now they know. They know.

They know that sometimes, there has to be loss for some people, to realise, what they need. What they deserve, what they will get. Sometimes loosing something makes you see the whole picture. And now they know. They now know, that this is how it's supposed to be. Dean and Ruby. That's how it ends. That's how it always ends. That's fate. That's what everything has always lead to.

Dean and Ruby. Together.

end.