Catalyst Chapter 11: Epilogue, a supernatural fanfic

AN: Epilogue!

Don't worry guys, this story isn't over yet. There's a sequel waiting in the wings titled "Over the Edge" which I'll start publishing within the next couple weeks. I just felt like this was where this portion of the story needed to end.

This was my short little "dip my toes in the water" story since I've never written for Supernatural before, which is why it's so short and quick. I didn't want to do something extensive until I got a better feel for the characters. I learned a lot from writing this, and can't wait to start in on the next story. Thanks for hanging with me guys!

Also, a random little tidbit just for fun. "Alice Sabella Triggs" is an anagram. Alice S. T. can be rearranged to spell "Castiel". This isn't at all important to my story. It's just me being weird.

And, last thing, I promise. This story now has a cover! You can view it on my deviantART account and there's a link on my profile page. :)

Two Weeks Later

"I just wish we had a way to know what had happened after we left." Sam sighed as he half-heartedly cooked himself some scrabbled eggs.

"Well, if it brings you any comfort, Ellen, Bobby, and Jo would've made it out alive no matter what. Souls can't die in Heaven, generally. They just sort of vanish for awhile and then come back. No one really understands it." Castiel offered from where he was lying on the couch, his feet on Dean's lap.

"Really? Weird." Dean replied.

"Yes. I have no idea about Naomi however."

"She would've come after us if she was alive, wouldn't she?" Sam answered, coming over and sitting down in one of the arm-chairs with his eggs.

"Yes, but you saw how weak she had become. I'm not entirely sure why she had become so weak either. I know what I did in the mine was part of it, but there has to be more." Castiel reasoned.

"Well it's been two weeks. I think it's time we risk it and make a run for where you hid the angel tablet to get it back here safe." Dean suggested.

It had been decided a couple days after they had made it back and Castiel had woken up that they needed to get the angel tablet. Castiel wasn't sure it was safe anymore now that Naomi had tortured him again for nearly a day. He wasn't sure if he'd accidentally given anything up during that torture, so getting the tablet back had become a priority. But between Castiel still being to weak to stand for more than a few moments and the risk of Naomi showing up at any moment it had been decided that they needed to wait and bide their time. They had carefully monitored the area where the tablet was hidden, ready to move in if they really had to, but that was all.

But it had been two weeks without any sign of Naomi and Cas has finally recovered enough that he could at least manage in a fight if one should occur. So it was time to move.

"Right. We'll leave in an hour? You should stock the Impala, Dean." Sam answered.

"I'll help." Castiel offered to Dean, earning a nod as they both stood and walked to the car.

They walked in comfortable silence, arms brushing occasionally with their proximity. When Dean flipped on the lights Castiel frowned, seeing the large dents in the front of Dean's treasured vehicle.

"What happened?" The angel asked, turning to Dean with a frown still on his face.

Dean shrugged, "The gate to the mine was locked and we didn't have time to try and figure out how to open it. I'll fix her once we get the tablet back."

"Oh." Castiel answered, turning back to look at the car.

He stared for a moment before reaching forward and resting a hand on the hood, closing his eyes and exhaling softly. The dented metal twisted and groaned, popping back into place as a soft hiss emanated from the the paint and the chrome as it reappeared and re-polished. Dean just stared, watching his car be put back together under Castiel's hands and having the strange thought that he wanted to actually teach Cas how to fix cars the human way. Preferably with his shirt off.

"I know you could've fixed her, but…" Castiel shrugged, "It was sort of my fault after all."

"Thanks, Cas." Dean answered, moving to carefully wrap an arm around him.

Ever since Castiel had woken up they'd sort of been awkwardly struggling through what their new relationship was. They liked the change, it felt right to both of them, they just had no idea how to actually work with it. But slowly they'd started to settle into a good rhythm. They weren't overly affectionate, happy to just be in each other's presence rather then constantly hugging and touching and cuddling. They would rest against each other on the couch, sit with their legs touching at the table, kiss each other goodnight softly.

Castiel laid with Dean in his bed while Dean slept as well. That one hadn't happened straight off, but a few days after Castiel had woken up. He'd been reading in the main room when he felt the need to go check on Dean, only to find him tossing and turning from a nightmare. After that the angel had gone to bed with the hunter every night because Dean had told him he slept better with Cas there.

"You know, we have yet to have a real kiss." Castiel said after a moment, grinning slightly at the shocked look that flitted across Dean's face. He liked that he could still catch the hunter off guard. "I feel as though we should fix that."

"Well since you asked." Dean grinned, turning towards Castiel and meeting the angel in the middle for a kiss much more passionate than the quick ones they had shared before.

Castiel tilted his head slightly, one hand resting on Dean's side as his fingers teased up under the fabric, the other resting on the back of Dean's head to pull him closer. Dean reciprocated the affection, one arm wrapping protectively around Castiel's waist and the other skimming along his chest.

For several minutes they just leaned on one another, Cas's legs resting against the side of the Impala and letting it take some of his weight, kissing and holding one another. The kisses trailed along jaws and down necks and back up to mouths, occasional soft moans of pleasure stirring the air around them.

"Wonderful job stocking the car, you two." Sam laughed from the door to the garage.

"You couldn't have given us five more minutes, Sam? Seriously?" Dean groaned, still holding onto a slightly annoyed looking Castiel.

"How was I supposed to know you'd be so busy?" The younger Winchester asked, coming in and popping the trunk to stock it himself.

"Perhaps because we're a couple that doesn't get much time alone?" Castiel offered pointedly.

"That's what socks on the door are for." Sam answered, stacking cases of salt shells.

"Socks?" Castiel looked confused at the statement in general, even more so when he saw Dean trying to choke back laughter. "I don't think I understand."

"You'll figure it out." Dean winked, giving the angel one last kiss before stepping back and moving to help his brother.

"Humans have such strange sayings and practices." Castiel muttered, watching the Winchesters worked. He couldn't say he minded learning them though. Especially after that glimmer in Dean's eyes that seemed to promise the explanation of this particular idiom would be fun to explore.

AN: Thank you so much for reading guys! All the reviews mean the world to me.