AN: Final chapter! Thanks to all of you that have reviewed the story, and read it in general :D The end referances to a previous chapter in the story.


Previously: "KERFUFFLE!"

The four men woke up in their own time. Their shoulders quivered in the winter sunlight as the afternoon temperature played games of hotter, colder with them. They were adorned in their previous attire before Castiel's magic had gone wrong, and seemingly back to normal.

"Sammy?" Dean woke up to find himself in Sam's arms, one hand over Dean's chest, the other acting like a pillow under his own head. Awkward! Bobby was sitting in his wheelchair looking confused but calm at the same time. Finally Dean's eyes swept to a figure lying next to a door. Blood splashed the door and floor surrounding the angel. "Cas?" Dean called to the figure. Sam stirred, his lip quivered but then he went back to sleep, or whatever state they were in before they decided to join the land of the living.

Pale sunken eyes searched for Dean from across the room. "Hello." Castiel greeted weakly. "I'm glad you have returned to normal. After recent events I was wondering if it were possible for you to fix me." He gestured to the wounds on hands that had slowed to a trickle of blood. Noticing that they were in Bobby's actual house and not some makeshift God camp thing where the walls were white and the hallways hollow with nothing but silence Dean extricated himself from Sam's grip and ran to the bathroom, grabbing towels and the first aid kit.

"You fixed it," Dean stated while Castiel watched him bandage the wounds with care. "Tell me if it hurts."

Wincing, he nodded to Dean and the older hunter slightly loosened his grip on the gauze material. "I was afraid that it wouldn't work," he confessed.

Dean finished bandaging Castiel's hand and, patting the angel's shoulder he pushed himself up toward Sam.

"Sam...Sammy c'mon you gotta wake up." Dean gently shook his brother's shoulder.

"Dean," Sam murmured. Sluggishly he opened his eyes. "My head hurts." Wiping away at his eyes, he blinked and groaned as his head continued to feel like it had been hit with a hammer.

"C'mon Sam. If you can, get to the couch," Bobby said. He wheeled out to the kitchen and came back producing a glass of water for Sam.

"Thanks Bobby." Sam swallowed the water gratefully and Dean went to get Castiel. "Sit, it's better than on the ground." Sam turned to address Bobby. "Get him some aspirin, he's gonna need it."

Dean walked Castiel to the couch, settling him next to Sam and then taking a seat next to the angel, visibly glad for the soft exterior of the couch. Nodding, Bobby went off once again, leaving the three men sitting on his couch. They stared at the opposing wall with exhaustion and other feelings radiating from their personas.

"My head hurts – I wish to never drink again."

?_?

Evening came quickly enough. Dean was no longer meowing or throwing up hairballs. Sam could actually manage to comb his hands through his hair and weighed more than he used to. Bobby was no longer hearing voices or being assaulted with letters and emails, while Castiel was only slightly hung over but on the whole he was better than before.

The three men were ready to set off. Castiel took his place in the back seat of the Impala. Wondering eyes watched Bobby's house from a distance and seeing the brothers' silhouettes dance across the window as they gathered the rest of their belongings, before he closed them ready for the long journey ahead.

"Bobby, have you seen Dean?" Sam asked putting his bags down near the front door. His older brother had disappeared only a few minutes before, slinking out of their bedroom and walking downstairs briskly before Sam had a chance to ask what was up. Shaking his head Bobby wheeled into the kitchen again, packing food for the trip to their next hunt. "Dean? Dean? C'mon, we gotta go. You said it yourself." He made his way to the rear of the house and noticed the thin line of light that seeped from beneath the door to the study. He knocked softly. "Dean?"

"Nearly ready!" Dean yelled from behind the door.

Sam quietly slipped into the room, not wanting to disturb whatever Dean was doing. He stood behind Bobby's desk, opposite where Dean was busily occupied, head buried in a book. "What are you doing?" Sam became worried when Dean's shoulders tensed and he left the room swiftly, as though he was stalking his prey. Mutters of anger could be heard from the hallway as Dean stomped out to the car. Confused, Sam walked towards the desk Dean had vacated only moments before. A dictionary? Scanning eyes went down the page.

Gib – Neuter(2)verb
Make an animal unable to reproduce; castrate or spay...

AN: Finished! Tribble your challenge/present was finally completed! So hope ya'll enjoyed it, now I'm gonna go and actually do some of the homework I've been given. Leave reviews, lots of love and see you next time :D Scare4irony