A/N: Final Chapter Everyone. Enjoy

"Sam!"

The hunter bolted upright at the sound of his name, coming face to face with Riot, the dog bouncing around excitedly on the bed, barking. "Riot? Off the bed."

"Sam." Claire called frantically from the door.

Turning to regard the girl, Sam paused, his heart flying up into his throat as he took in his surroundings. The pale blue walls, the old iron bedframe. His heart began to race, and he leapt out of bed.

"What's going on?" Claire asked, sounding equal parts scared and confused.

"I, I don't know." Sam admitted. Were they dead? Was this heaven? His stomach dropped. The last thing he remembered was landing painfully through the back windscreen of the Impala. But Claire was there with him. "What's the last thing you remember?" He asked cautiously.

"The explosion and then I went flying."

Would Claire share his heaven? The last time they'd visited, everyone was separated, each enjoying their own personal best bits. Surely, if Claire were dead, she'd be with her parents, not him. So, what was this place?

Voices drifted up from the first floor, causing Claire to send him a hopeful look before taking off, Riot at her heels.

"Pops!" Sam heard her called, "Pops!"

Inhaling deeply, and pushing his own hopes to the back of his mind, Sam hurried after her. At the bottom of the stairs, Claire shoot shock still, Riot barking at her side, the pair glaring at the man sat on their couch as if he belonged there. His full attention focused on the TV.

"Locals describe the aftershock as feeling like an atom bomb had gone off outside of town. The authorities are investigating an abandoned power station."

Sam spared the screen a brief look, taking in the images of the destroyed building they'd been calling home. It made his stomach twist agonisingly; reminding him that Gabriel was gone. He looked away, swallowed the large lump in his throat, and focused on the familiar man once more. "Chuck?"

"I can't believe he actually did it." Chuck said with a shake of his head, a hint of pride in his voice. "But then I always underestimated him." He huffed, switching off the TV and turning his whole body to regard Sam and Claire.

"So, congratulations are in order."

"Bring him back." Sam demanded angrily.

"Excuse me." Chuck stared at him, brows raised.

"I know who you are, Gabe told us, so I know you can bring him back."

Chuck regard him for a long moment, "It's not easy, bringing back an archangel takes time and a lot of energy."

"You owe us. – You owe him." Sam argued.

There was a spark of irritation in the man's eyes as he leapt to his feet, caused Riot to whined and sleek back behind Claire's legs. It sent an icy chill down Sam's spine, but he didn't back down.

"I don't owe you anything." Chuck seethed defensively. "I could have left you bleeding in that car. I could have left all of you precisely where you were and let you continue your lives, one hunt after another until it killed you. Instead, I've given you and Claire back your home." He waved at the house. "I've sent Kevin back to his old life, free from being a prophet, and I've given Dean the life he always wanted, a home, 2.4 kids. – I even let Crowley into heaven. - Be grateful Sam."

Sam looked at Claire, "At least give Claire back her parents, she didn't deserve to get caught up in our crap."

Claire gasped, looking from Chuck to Sam, "Could you?"

Chuck looked at the teenager, considering. "Is that what you want?"

Claire stood there silently, thoughtful. "I – I…" her eyes travelled around the house, her home and her fingers curled into Riot's fur. "I don't know."

"Claire." Sam said softly, turning her to face him. "You deserve to be happy." His thumb wiped at a tear, "Gabriel did all this so you could have a better life. He'd want you to have your family back, given the choice."

"But what about you?" Claire asked, voice breaking on the question.

Sam forced a smile. "I want you to be happy, and I know that means having your family back."

Claire bit at her lower lip, and looked tearily at Chuck. "Will I remember Gabriel and Sam, Dean and Cas?"

"Would you want to? I mean, remembering them means remembering all the stuff that's happened to you. You'll remember your parent's deaths, and that there are monsters out there, while your parents will have no memory of it. If I were to bring them back, it'll be as if the past five years never happened. Could you live with that?"

"I…" Claire stared down at Riot, the dog's big brown eyes looking back at her, almost pleading for her to stay.

Sam squeezed her shoulder, "You can't miss what you don't remember." He said softly. "You'll be happy."

Claire blinked away the tears, "I'm sorry." She whispered, crouching down beside the dog. "I'm so sorry, but…" She swallowed thickly and pressed a kiss to Riot's head. Getting back to her feet, she turned to Sam, throwing her arms around his shoulders, and squeezing tight. "I'm sorry." She repeated into his shoulder.

Sam held her for a moment, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Don't be." He muttered into her hair, "All any good father wants is their kid to be happy." If only his father had cared about his and Dean's happiness. Drawing back, he held Claire by her shoulders and smiled, "You may not remember it, but know that me and Gabriel love you, and you changed both of our lives for the better. We wouldn't be where we are today if not for you."

Claire's body shook as she let out a heart wrenching sob, and threw herself into his arms once more. "I love you too."

They stood there, just holding each other for a long moment. "Are you ready?" Chuck asked, breaking the tender moment, seeming almost caring for a moment.

Reluctantly Claire took a step back, scrubbing at her face with her sleeve, and with one final look at Riot, she nodded. Chuck lifted his hand and snapped his fingers. In the blink of an eye Claire was gone, leaving Sam alone with his dog and an empty house.

With a long sigh, he sank down onto the bottom step, and Riot pressed his wet nose into Sam's cheek until he wrapped the dog in a hug, fingers carding through his fur. "I know." He whispered sadly, pressing a kiss to the creature's head.

Chuck stood there watching him, hands in the pocket of his corduroy slacks. "Is there someone else you want Sam?"

Sam lifted his red-rimmed eyes, considering. "You'd do that?"

Chuck shrugged, "I'm not gonna bring back every person that's ever gotten caught in the crossfire, it'll cause too much trouble." He rolled his eyes.

"You're god."

"Yeah, but you know how Fate gets. I made her determined, so much so that even I'm answerable to her." Sam exhaled a long breath, nodding. He remembers all too well. "But perhaps one person. Jess?"

Sam played the options over in his head, chewing at the inside of his lip, his fingers anxiously working through Riots fur. He could go back to living his life with Jess, pick up where they left off. She certainly deserved a second chance.

But that wasn't the life he wanted anymore. He wasn't the same man she'd fallen in love with at 22, and too much had happened in the world. And sure, Chuck would make it so that he wouldn't remember the past eight years, but – he didn't want to forget it. Without those memories, everything would be different. He would be different. His and Dean's relationship would be non-existent. The friends he'd made along the way would mean nothing to him.

And did he really want to be stuck behind a desk for the rest of his life? Sure, he didn't want to die at the hands of some monster, but neither did he want to waste away under a mountain of paperwork. That just wasn't him anymore.

Most importantly, he didn't love Jessica the way he once had. He'd loved her and mourned her, and he knew even without his memories, he wouldn't feel the same way he once had, and would only end up hurting her.

Looking up, he met Chuck's regarding blue eyes. "Jess. – But I don't want her to remember me."

Chuck frowned, "What?"

"You heard, wipe me from her memory. I never existed. She deserves a second chance, but – I don't want to be a part of it."

With the decision made, Sam pushed himself to his feet and headed for the kitchen. He needed coffee, and then he was going to go back to bed until the pain in his chest stopped hurting.

/*\/*\/*\

Dean moaned, his head throbbing. Lifting his hand, Dean rubbed at his eyes and waited for the fog to clear and the pain of landing on hard concrete to fully take hold. [line removed]

Frowning, Dean's body slowly became aware of itself and its surroundings. There wasn't rough tarmac beneath him but rather softness. A bed. Shit, had he been out long enough to be taken to the hospital? What about Sam?

Dean's eyes flew open and he felt a sudden wave of nausea overtake him, but it went unanswered as he sat up, eyes flickering around the room. Shit, where the hell was, he? His eyes began to search the room for clues to his location, but there wasn't much to see, just warm grey walls, a fan overhead and a small flat screen tv on the wall opposite the bed.

Throwing off the covers, Dean got to his feet, looking down at the soft cream carpet. He buried his toes into it for a moment then walked over to the window. Gripping the curtains in both hands, he yanked them apart and inhaled at the wide-open space beyond the glass. The view was beautiful, just what he'd imagined his perfect house would look out onto. Fast open country.

Turning, Dean searched for his pants, snatching them off the floor, he hopped in and then looked around for his gun, but there was no sign of it. Hand to hand it was.

Cautiously, Dean stepped out onto the landing, looking around. The walls were also grey, though lighter than the bedroom. With his fingers curled into fists, he carefully moved along the hall and then down the stairs.

"Sam?" He hissed quietly, "Sammy, you down here?" There was no answer, and at the bottom he stopped, looking around.

It looked like a typical family house. The kind he'd wanted to live in growing up, just like Tommy Cranes house back in Sioux Falls. – He'd met Tommy at the ballpark with Bobby, and had been invited over for a play date. He'd only seen the boy twice before his dad had returned and taken them away. It had been over a decade before he saw Bobby again, and he never saw Tommy after that .

Dean took in the comfy looking blue sofa set. There was a wide screen TV in the corner, framed on either side by large windows with bright sunlight spilling through. A woman on the TV was recapping the audience on a large explosion that shook the small town of Lebanon, Kansas the previous afternoon, and Dean's heart shot into his throat. He moved further into the room, cautious.

"Locals describe the aftershock as feeling like an atom bomb had gone off outside of town. The authorities are investigating an abandoned power station."

Dean licked his lips, heart racing. "Shit, am I dead?" He turned away from the screen, his heart hammering in his chest. "This isn't Tommy's house." He muttered to himself. "The walls are wrong."

Something caught his eye as he moved, causing him to pause. A second set of stairs lead down to a lower level, but it was the wall that grabbed his interest.

A row of photos decorated the space; he and a baby Sammy with their parents, the photo of him, Sam, and Bobby at the Salvage Yard. Castiel, Sam and Him sat at a table out in the sunlight. There was the photo of him, and Ben sat on the Impala, and the photo of Emma, only it wasn't the printout, it was a genuine colour photo. Hurrying forward, he took it down and examined it, running his fingers over it, and turning it in his hands.

"Dean?"

Dean spun around, dropping the frame on his foot, and crying out as the sharp corner broke skin.
"Dean!" Cas rushed forward from the back of the house, panic on his face. "Dean, are you alright?"

"Cas? Cas." His injury became inconsequential and he practically ran over to the angel, enveloping him in a tight, relieved hug. He turned his face into the angel's shoulder and inhaled deeply,
Pulling back, he reached up to cradle Cas' face, Dean's thumb rubbing at the scruff on his cheeks. "I thought you were dead. I thought I'd lost you again." He said breathlessly.

Castiel reached up and curled his fingers around Dean's wrists. "I thought so too. I - I tried to leave but I couldn't, I was too weak, and then..." He swallowed a lump, "I woke up here. Wherever here is." He looked around the house, brows knitted in confusion.

"Are we...dead? Is this heaven?"

Castiel shook his dead, "I don't know. I - Dean, I'm... I can't feel my grace."

"What!" Dean's eyes widened, shocked. "What do you mean?"

"I – I feel…Human."

Castiel nodded, and Dean took a step back, rubbing at his jaw. "What the hell is going on here Cas? Are we dead or not? Where are Sam and Claire?"

"I don't know, Dean, I'm as confused as you." He replied sharply.

"If it were heaven, we'd be somewhere important to us, right? This isn't anywhere we've been." He waved his hand at the house.

Panic began to take root in Dean's gut as the concept that they were indeed in heaven took hold. He began to pace, which caused pain to shoot along his foot. "Fuck." He swore, staring down at the bloody wound he'd forgotten all about. "Wait, do you feel pain in heaven? Do you bleed?"
Castiel shook his head, "Of course not."

Dean pointed to his foot, "Then explain that?"

Cas stared down at the small hole, then back up at Dean. The contemplative stillness was broken suddenly by a knock on the door. Dean turned, heart shooting into his throat.

"Who's that?"

"I wouldn't know Dean, I cannot see through wood."

Dean looked back, brow arched, "You're snarky as a human." He observed, the corner of his lip quirking.

"My attitude has not changed, Dean." Cas deadpanned, walking past him. Dean reached out, grabbing his arm. "Where are you going?"

"To answer the door."

On cue there was another knock. Dean looked from Cas to the door, and whispered, "I don't have a weapon Cas."

There was a third knock and a yell from above them that startled them both. "I guess I'll get it."

They both turned at the sound of hurried footsteps, Dean's eyes widening as Emma appeared. "What the hell? I thought – are you going to get the door?"

Another knock.

While Dean stood staring as his dead daughter descended the stairs, Cas headed for the door.

"Emma?" Dean finally croaked out, as the teenager arrived in front of him.

She lifted a confused brow, "Yeah?"

Dean continued to stare at her, taking in her pink and white pyjama shorts and vest, her hair pulled up in a messy ponytail. She looked like any other normal teenager. Every instinct screamed at him to hug her.

"Dad?" She said carefully, "Are you – okay?"

"Are you still – an Amazon?"

Emma paled, her back straightening defensively, eyes wide and filled with hurt. Without a reply, she turned and ran back up the stairs.

"Emma?" Dean called after, confused, and concerned in equal measure.

"Dean! – Dean!"

Reluctantly, Dean turned to find Cas waving at him from the door, panic on his face. He hurried for the door only to skid to a stop when he looked out and saw a familiar red car. "Lisa."

She shot him a tired look as she handed Ben a bag. "Thanks for this Dean, I know it messing up the arrangement but there's no one else."

"Uh…" Dean frowned, looking from Lisa to Ben. "It's – fine."

"Thanks. Ben, I'll call you every night, okay?"

Ben nodded, hiking his dufflebag onto his shoulder, "Okay, Mom. Give my love to Grandma."

"Hey, don't I even get a hug?" Lisa called, looking betrayed.

Rolling his eyes at Dean and Cas, Ben dropped his back and rushed back to his mother, giving her a quick hug and received a long kiss on the cheek. Then he was back, picking up his bag and hurrying for the door. "Hey, Dad. Hey Cas." He squeezed between them and vanished.

"I'll call you when I know how bad it is." Lisa said, walking back to the driver's seat.

"Uh, sure."

"And Dean," Lisa narrowed her eyes at him in warning, "No hunting. I mean it." Dean stared bemused. "Dean?"

"No hunting." He promised.

With a sharp nod, she shot Cas a smile, "Nice seeing you Cas, maybe next time we'll actually get to chat. – Buy guys, Buy Ben!"

"Bye Mom!" Came the yell from above them.

Dean and Cas stood there, staring as the car pulled out of the drive and vanished into the distance. Slowly, Dean turned to Cas, "We need to find to Sam."

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Sam just laid there, staring at the empty space Gabriel would have once been in. His head was still foggy from the shockwaves, or maybe it's from whatever Chuck rearranged in their lives. Sam knows he should call Dean, but frankly he just doesn't have it in him, and it wasn't as if he hadn't already told Dean he'd need time. – Though that had been when they were still together in the same place. - Riot shifted against Sam's feet, reminding him that he wasn't completely alone, and he exhaled, patting the bed beside him. "Riot."

The dog scurried up the bed and took Gabriel's space. Once he was settled, Sam flung his arm around the creature and buried his face in his fur for a few seconds. When he pulled away, Riot's sad brown eyes met his and they share the heartbreak.

The blaring of a phone yanked Sam out of a sleep he hadn't been aware of. He moaned and tried to ignore it as the cell rattled against the wood of the nightstand, but Riot's loud bark told forced him to stretch over and answer it.

The screen lit up with Dean's name, and he groaned, rolling onto his back. "Hey." He grunted out wearily.

"Of thank fuck, you had me worried." Dean said breathlessly. "Where are you?"

Sam rubbed at his eyes, "I'm at home."

"Oh, he's at home." Dean mocked to someone, "That's alright then. – Where is home Sam?" He snapped, voice heavy with frustration.

Sam glared up at the ceiling; he did not want to be having this conversation. "Home is home, Dean. Indiana."

There was a long silence, "You're back in the house?" Sam hears another voice in the background, "It's where he and Gabriel were living."

"Is Cas with you?" Suddenly worried that in giving Claire back her parents, Chuck took Cas away from Dean.

"Yeah. - And we're not alone." He adds with a whisper. "Gabe?"

Sam took a deep breath. "No."

There was a tension silence, and Sam could imagine Dean shaking his head at a hopeful Cas. Squeezing his eyes tight against the pain in his heart, Sam muttered, "Who's there with you? You said you weren't alone."

"Ah, yeah." Dean paused for a long moment, then muttered. "Emma. Emma's alive."

At the mention of the teenager's name, Sam's heart clenched and that shame he'd felt when Dean had confessed to thinking about her, flooding over him. "That's – that's great Dean." He said, voice thick with emotion.

"And Ben's here. He – he called me dad, Sam. He didn't even call me dad when I lived with him for a year, and we're in this house, its pretty amazing. I don't know what the hell happened. Oh, and Cas is human."

Sam closes his eyes once more, and inhales deeply through his nose. "Yeah, it's a gift apparently, a thank you for closing the gates. The life you want, 'home, 2.4 kids, loving partner.' That's a direct quote." He wants to be happy for his brother, he really did, but it felt like Dean was getting everything he wanted while Sam had lost it all.

"Sam, that's not all…."

Beside Sam, Riot leapt to his feet, head turned to towards the door, ears up and listening. Sam frowned, sitting up. "Hold on a minute Dean." He hushed his brother, and swung his legs off the bed. With his free hand, he reached for the nightstand, somehow knowing there would be a gun there.

"Sam, what's going on?"

"I don't know." Sam whispered, "I think there's someone in the house. Stay." He ordered the dog, who shot him an indignant look, but thankfully didn't move to follow him. The last thing he wanted was for the last member of his family to get hurt. Cautiously, Sam padded towards the door.

"Do you have a weapon? Sam, we're still hunters."

"Yes." He replied through his teeth. He's not surprised Chuck left them as hunters, there are still monsters in the world, they'd simply taken two teams out of the game and he and Dean were the best at what they did. – And deep down, despite their talk of retirement, they both knew they'd never fully walk away. It was in their blood. They were two legacies. Hunters and Men of Letters. 'As long as there are Winchesters, there's hope.' Henry's voice whispered in the back of his mind.

"I'll stay on the line." Dean told him, suddenly tense.

Sam didn't reply, he just carefully made his way out of the room and down the hall. Years of practice meant he could easily hold his gun and his cell. He turned the corner and carefully took the stairs, being sure to avoid the creaky step. He had his weapon raised, his heart racing. There were muddy boot prints leading into the kitchen. Taking that final step, he craned his neck and planted his feet, and waited.

He listened as the door on the refrigerator slammed shut and then there was the sound of approaching, heavy footsteps. He inhaled deeply, rolling back his shoulders; ready for whatever it was to emerge.

"Fuck!"

For a moment he lowered his gun and started to take a step forward, before his hunter sense kicked in. God had said it was impossible to bring Gabriel back, which meant the thing in front of him couldn't possibly be the man he loved. "Who are you?"

The creature's shoulders slumped, and it sighed. "It's me Kiddo. I swear?"

Sam couldn't allow the hope to blossom again, but he forced it back down. He'd been through enough heartbreak for one day. "I don't believe you."

"Of course, you don't." The thing said, mimicking Gabriel exaggerated eye roll perfectly. He turned, preparing to head back into the kitchen.

"Don't move!" Sam snapped.

"Sam? Sam, what's happening?" Dean's tinny voice called from the phone.

"I don't know. Might be a shapeshifter." Sam called in reply.

"You want proof, Sammy, I'm going to need to go and get a knife."

Sam narrowed his eyes at the creature, "Or I could just shoot you in the leg. Silver bullets." He jerked the gun slightly for emphasis.

"Oh, that'll look great down at the station, won't it?" Not-Gabe grunted, amused, I can just imagine what Harvey would have to say about that. Do you want to end up in jail?"

Sam continued to glare at him. He didn't believe this for a second, he didn't dare. "I think I can talk myself out of it, it won't be the first time I've had to talk myself out of trouble."

The thing regarded him for a second, a sadness flittering across his face. "Dammit dad, what did you do." He said, looking at the ceiling briefly. "Okay, babe, shoot." He stretched out his arms and squeezed his eyes closed, "But avoid any vital organs, will you, I'm still human."

Sam pressed his lips into a thin line and placed his finger on the trigger. It wasn't Gabriel; it was some creature pretending to be Gabriel. But what if it is? He asked himself. What if it is Gabe and you shoot him?

It's not, he told himself, yet he couldn't bring himself to squeeze the trigger. Exhaling an irritation breath, he grunted, "Fine. We'll do it your way."

Not-Gabriel's eyes opened, and he breathed a sigh of relief, lowering his arms.

"Go on." Sam jerked his chin at the kitchen and stepped forward, eyes never leaving the creature, no matter how much looking at it tore into his heart.

The thing set his glass down on the dining table and marched over to the sink, grabbing a knife. Turning back to Sam, it held his gaze and dragged the silver blade across his palm, hissing in pain as the flesh slip open. Blood pooled in his palm but nothing more happened. No bubbling skin, no agonising screams.

Just Gabriel.

It took a few seconds for that realisation to fully connect in his brain, and then he was racing forward. He flicked the safety on without even thinking about it, and tossed the phone and gun on the kitchen counter before grabbing Gabriel's face and kissing him, tears spilled down the hunter's cheeks.

They stood there, clinging onto each other for dear life, until they ran out of air and had to separate. Sam looked down at his boyfriend in wonder, "He – He said he couldn't bring you back."

Gabriel glowered, "He's God, of course he could. It just – well, it took a little bit more time to piece me back together is all." He scoffed, though there was no amusement in his tone.

Sam swallowed at the lump in his throat, "But you're here. For good?"

Gabriel nodded, smiling. "Human. – For now."

"What does that mean?"

Gabriel lowered his gaze. "Part of the deal with Dad, I'm here as long as you live, then I have to go back and re-join the family business."

"Why? What's the point if heaven is closed for business."

Gabriel shrugged, "Here it's closed for business, not everywhere."

It took Sam's brain a few minutes to connect the dots, "Other universes."

With a nod, Gabriel sighed.

"Sam!" A tinny voice cut through the ensuing silence, and Sam remembered Dean was still on the phone.

Hurriedly he grabbed it, "It's okay Dean." Sam grinned happily, heart swollen with joy, "It's all okay, Gabriel's here. He's alive." He thumbed at the speaker, allowing Gabriel to confirm.

"Hey Dean-o, how's domestic bliss treating you?" Gabriel chuckled.

"Hard to say, right now, it's only been an hour, but – I think I could definitely get used to it."

"Good. What about you baby bro?"

"I'm incredibly happy Gabriel. – But I'm - human."

"Yeah, I figured you two would rather grow old together. We'll discuss it properly when we see you."

"And when will that be?"

"We'll come visit soon." Sam promised. "Where exactly are we visiting?" He asked, realising that he hadn't asked where Dean was.

"Uh…that's a good question, Sam, it's kind of looks like…"

"Sioux Falls." Gabriel said with a smirk. "Apparently it's the only place you'd ever been genuinely happy outside of the bunker.

"Dean?" Sam called, glancing at the cell to make sure they hadn't been cut off. "Are you okay?"

"Dean's feeling a little overwhelmed right now Sam, give him a moment." Cas said softly.

Sam smiled happily at Gabriel, "Take your time." He said, leaning in to kiss his boyfriend and taking his hand. He led Gabe out of the kitchen and over to the couch. "You know about Claire." Sam said gentle.

Gabriel nodded, "Yeah."

"And you're – okay with it?"

"All I want is for her to be happy, Sam, same as you."

"Excuse me, but what's happened to Claire?" Cas asked cautiously.

"She's with her parents."

"What?" Dean and Cas snapped in unison, and Sam winced at how bad that sounded.

"She's not dead." He rushed to reassure. "He brought them back. Claire's with them in Illinois, living the life she should have had."

There was another long silence as Castiel obviously processed that information. "I'm glad." He eventually said.

"What about everyone else?" Dean demanded, "Our parents?"

Gabriel and Sam shared a look. Taking a deep breath, Sam told Dean what Chuck had said to him.

"There's only so much he's willing to do, Dean. He's still the same man who started all this, he hasn't had a complete personality overhaul. – I – I managed to wrangle one more out of him before he tossed me back here."

Sam frowned at him, "Who?"

Gabriel chewed at his lip, "Well, with Dean living in Sioux Falls, he'll be needing a job and I figured your kids could use a decent grandparent to spoil them, and we did kind of promise him." Gabriel shrugged, smiling.

"Bobby?" Dean asked cautiously. "You brought Bobby back?"

"I know you'd probably have preferred your dad, Dean-o, but well… I think Bobby would fit in better with your family. Don't you?"

There was another long moment, and Sam knew that Dean was probably breaking down, and he felt his own emotions overpower him, tears rolling down his cheeks.

Gabriel reached out and brushed them away.

"Okay." Dean croaked out, his voice sound breathless and tight. "This is real, right? These are really our lives now? This isn't a trick?"

Gabe exhaled. "It's real Dean. No more interference from Heaven, so we're all going to be careful out there, the last thing any of us want is to kick the bucket a week after gaining true freedom."

"Dad, Emma's crying!" Ben called and Dean groaned.

"I've got to go, I've got to go talk to my daughter. I'll call you later Sammy."

"Might want to leave it until tomorrow, Dean." Sam said, eyes locked on Gabriel. "I'm going to be very busy tonight."

"Eww, gross Sam."

Gabriel scoffed, "As if we're the only ones."

Dean made gagging noise down the line. "Whatever. Bitch."

"Jerk. – Later Cas."

"Goodbye Sam. Goodbye Gabriel."

"Bye Cassie. Enjoy humanity." He chuckled, and then hung up.

Sam tossed the cell on the table and turned back to Gabriel, "So…"

"So…" Gabriel smirked, eyes heavy lidded.

Sam's gaze travelled down his body, taking in the uniform for the first time. Gabriel followed his gaze and shrugged, "I woke up in the patrol car out by the highway. I guess dad thought it would be fun to have you freaking out." There was a hint of anger in his tone. "Damn writers and their dramatics."

"Well, you're here, and you're alive, and…"

"And horny as hell." Gabriel grinned, grabbing Sam's collar, and yanking him forward while twisting to better stretch out on the couch.

Sam let out an ouff as he landed on the smaller man, and laughed, "You've got your strength back I see."

Gabriel grinned, "Well, you know what they say, what doesn't kill you…"

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the story. Thank you for sticking with me, I know its been a long journey. I appreciate all your kudos and awesome reviews. I've loved reading all of them.