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Well, we've reach the end of the road. Thank you so much for all the support I've gotten for this story. I was completely blown away. So thank you. : )

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"Mr. Perry?" Dean and Sam jumped to their feet when a doctor appeared the next morning, and Bobby repositioned himself to face the doctor. They hadn't gotten any news about Castiel all night, and no one wanted to leave for a motel unless something happened, good or otherwise. None of the three hunters were really the praying type, but the night had taken a lot out of them, emotionally and physically. God might be gone, but maybe, just maybe, he was still listening to his children. Maybe he decided to help a little more after all.

"Is he going to be okay?" Dean asked, desperation clear in his eyes even if it wasn't in his voice. After all Castiel had done of them, Dean couldn't allow the chance that Castiel was dead gain any real support in his mind. The guy had gripped him tight, and raised him from Perdition, turned his back on everything he knew and Fell for them, died, became human, and so many other things that Dean didn't even want to think about, all for him, and his brother, and the rest of humanity. Because Dean taught him about free will and to screw destiny. And to have Castiel die trying to save the Winchesters, again... It just wasn't going to happen.

"Mr. Young had sustained a rather severe injury, and lost a lot of blood," the doctor began slowly, and everybody's hearts sank. "He slipped into unconsciousness about five minutes after you got him here. He's receiving blood transfusions, and his injury is taken care of, but..."

"Son of a bitch," Dean muttered, and the doctor smiled briefly before continuing.

"We're going to have to keep him here for a few days, but I believe there's a good chance that he'll make a full recovery." Sam laughed in relief as a huge grin broke over his brother's face. The doctor continued talking, but Bobby was the only that it really registered with.

"Can we see him?" Sam asked hopefully.

"Mr. Young hasn't woken up yet. I'll have a nurse get you when he does," the doctor told them, before going off to finish his rounds. The Winchesters collapsed into chairs, grateful and exhausted. Right now, the Apocalypse could wait.

"I don't think I like hospitals very much," Castiel said thoughtfully, causing his friends to laugh.

"Nobody does, Cas," Dean told him, doing a good job of ignoring the many different tubes that were hooked up to the injured man if he did say so himself. "But don't worry about it. We'll get you out of here soon."

"Pestilence-"

"Disappeared," Bobby interrupted gruffly, "But we'll find him."

"And then we find Death, and we'll stop the Apocalypse, and everyone lives happily ever after," Dean finished, causing Sam to raise an eyebrow, but the younger Winchester didn't comment on it. His brother wanted a happy life? Well, of course he did, but there was no way he was going to get that by hunting. But if Dean had an apple-pie life, maybe with Lisa and Ben... Sam shook his head to clear himself of that train of thought. He would think about it later when he had more time.

"Um... excuse me?" a young woman asked timidly. Dean turned to look at her, and grinned.

"Can I help you?" he asked, even as everyone else rolled their eyes. The woman blushed a little before nodding.

"I need to give Mr. Young his medicines. It'll knock him out for a few hours." Castiel's eyes widened slightly and Dean patted him gently on the shoulder.

"See ya in a few," he told him before joining Sam and Bobby by the door. The nurse smiled thankfully before connecting a bag of fluids to his IV.

"We better get some shut eye," Bobby said, "We'll be back later when he's awake."

"Yeah, sleep and a shower sounds really good," Sam agreed, and the two of them started down the hall. Dean hesitated by Castiel's door, watching as his friend's eye lids slowly close, and his breathing begin to even out.

"You feel like joining us, or would you like to stay with your boyfriend?" Bobby asked pointedly, causing Dean to glare at him.

"Yeah, I'm coming."

The Apocalypse could wait for a few more hours while Team Free Will got their breath back. If you just kept pushing and pushing and pushing, you're going to burn out. And that wasn't the best thing when you need to defeat the Devil. So sleep and a shower and wait for Castiel to get better. Yeah, that did sound really good.

Yup, so there it is. I'm not the best with endings, so hopefully this wasn't too bad. Again, thank you to everybody who reviewed, favorited, alerted, and read this story. It means the world to me.

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-G