A/N: Ah, 3:30 in the morning... perfect time to post the last chapter of my story! lol. I have weird sleep habits. So anyway, after all this time of calling it 'Untitled,' I've finally thought of a name for the story. I was thinking of calling it "All I Ever Wanted," after the Train song I use in this chapter, because it ties everything together so well.

Tell me your opinions- should I change the name, or keep it as Untitled?

VisionGurl: It really depends on what people want.

vincesbabe: I don't want it to end either... lol.

erica222: Maybe... (laughs mischeviously)

tixylix: No, he's not possesed, that's just how he feels about it.

NORCALchick: Waiting five days, and uploading in the middle of the night... is that soon enough for ya? lol.

I had the conversation at the end of this chapter developed perfectly in my head... and didn't get to write it down fast enough. I forgot the whole thing. So I've tried my best to construct something close to it... hope it works!

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR - GOODBYE

"Dean, wake up," Sam called as he shook his brother.

"What the hell, Sam? I finally get some sleep for once-"

"Dad's gone," Sam interrupted.

"What?" Dean asked.

"He left a note on his bed." Sam tossed it over to Dean, who read it aloud.

"Sorry boys, but it's just too dangerous. Love, Dad." Dean folded the note back up and sighed. "Well… Angie always said, never go to bed angry."

"What?" Sam asked.

"You didn't hear us last night? Dad and I were screaming at each other," Dean admitted.

"Why?"

"I told him about Angie. About everything that happened."

"Are you crazy?" Sam asked.

"At this point, I really don't know," Dean replied.

……………………………………………………

Dean and Sam drove down yet another endless road in the middle of nowhere. They didn't speak, but they were both thinking about their dad. "You wouldn't believe what he said to me, Sam. As if I didn't feel bad enough already about what happened."

"Dean… are you regretting what you and Angie decided?"

"I dunno, Sam. I can't think straight long enough to figure it out."

"I think you should talk to her," Sam advised.

"I don't have her phone number," Dean lied.

"Really? I found it in the glove compartment," Sam said, holding it up.

"Look, I don't want to, okay? Well, I do, but that's the problem. If I talk to her, I'm just gonna want to be with her even more. And I can't be. It's best if I just…"

"Drive yourself insane while you're trying to go up against evil entities? I don't think so. There's a phone booth right there. Pull over," Sam instructed.

Dean sighed and obliged. He took the phone number from Sam. "I swear you're asking for it," he warned before getting out of the car. He put a few coins into the payphone and slowly dialed the number.

"Hello?" Angela answered. Dean hadn't heard her voice in so long.

"Hi, Angie," Dean said.

"Dean, hey! Where are you?" she asked, obviously happy to hear from him.

"Somewhere outside of Boise is my best guess," Dean replied.

"Ah. Why are you calling?"

"Well, I- I just… I was wondering… how do you feel?" he stuttered. "About what we did?"

Angela paused. "Dean, I can't answer that yet. I'm not gonna be able to for a while. Of course I don't feel too great about it, but I don't think it was a terrible mistake, either," she answered. "Why, how do you feel about it?"

"I don't know," Dean said. "I feel like I'm in a haze, y'know? I can't think straight."

"I know the feeling," Angela commented. "You should talk to someone about it. Trust me, it helps a lot. I ended up telling my parents, and now that I have someone to talk me through everything, I'm a lot more level-headed."

"Were they okay with it?" Dean asked.

"Well, they were shocked at first, of course. But they support our decision."

"Lucky you," Dean mumbled.

"What do you mean?" Angela asked.

"I saw my dad."

"Really? Where?"

"At a diner somewhere. He said we weren't even supposed to meet up. I told him about everything, he yelled at me, and then he left."

"What did he say?"

"He called me a deadbeat."

"Oh, Dean…" Angela consoled. "You know not to listen to anything he says, right?"

"Yeah. But you have no idea what it feels like when your own father calls you a failure."

"Dean, you can't dwell on what he thinks. It's not healthy. Promise me you'll at least talk to Sam about this, alright?"

"Alright…" Dean paused. "I miss you, Angie."

"I know, Dean. I miss you, too."

"Maybe I could come back…" Dean started.

"No," Angela interrupted. "You have a duty. You can't keep turning around and coming back here."

"Well then, when am I gonna see you again?"

"I don't know, Dean. I don't know if you'll ever see me again. We can't work, remember? It's like Casablanca. We'll always have Paris, and that's it."

"I never saw that movie," Dean replied.

"Rent it. …Dean, you are one of the greatest people I've ever known. That's not gonna change. Maybe we'll meet up again, maybe we won't. We just have to take everything one day at a time for now. Okay?"

"Okay," Dean answered. "I don't know when I can call again…"

"Don't worry about it. I didn't even think you were gonna call once, honestly."

"Yeah, Sam kinda forced me to."

Angela laughed. "Sounds like him."

"…I love you, Angie."

"I love you too, Dean." She hung up. Dean stood there for a minute, just listening to the dial tone. Was that the last conversation he'd ever have with her? Even if the answer was yes, he just wished he could know. Maybe then his head would be a little bit clearer. That lame 'it wasn't meant to be' line somehow popped into his head. Something told him that there would probably be no perfect Hollywood ending to all of this… but what ever happened, Dean knew that he would never forget her. He put the receiver down and headed back to the car.

"Did you talk to her?" Sam asked.

"Yeah."

"And?"

"Honestly… I don't know." Dean started the car again and pulled back onto the roadway.

You were my ticket outta here
And I was your dream come true
You gave me everything I ever wanted
Except for you

I convinced myself that over don't mean over
And I convinced myself that I could fix it all
Two dreams collided, maybe we got too excited for our own good

No more "hold on, we can make it"
No more holding each other while the words all break it
Move on, you know we'll be stronger in the end

Now I convinced myself that nothing could ever tear me away
And I convinced myself that we'd look back and laugh at this one day
Two lives collided baby, we got too excited for our own good

No more "hold on, we can make it"
No more holding our breath while the truth all breaks it
Move on, you know we'll be stronger in the end

Hey wait, hey don't you know that this is where the whole thing went wrong?
Hey wait, hey don't you wanna hear what I have to say?
Hey wait, hey don't you know that this is where the strong go on

And all I ever wanted...
All I ever wanted...
All I ever wanted...
Was you

No more "hold on, we can make it"
No more holding each other while the world tries to break us
Move on, you know we'll be stronger in the end

Hey wait, hey don't you know that this is where the whole thing went wrong?
Hey wait, hey don't you wanna hear what I have to say?
Hey wait, hey don't you know, this is where the strong will go on

All I ever wanted...
And all I ever wanted...
All I ever wanted...
Was you

THE END

A/N: Thanks so much for reading, you guys. I know a lot of you are probably hating me for leaving you with a sort of cliffhanger, so you'll never know what happens with Dean and Angie... the thing is, I don't even know. I kind of like when things end with a bit of a mystery. There might still be a sequel... it depends if people like this ending or not. But if there is anything else, know that it probably won't be up until September at least... I'm leaving at the end of July for a one month trip to England, and then it's back to school. So anyway, tell me what you thought! (This would be a good opportunity for the 71 people who read the last chapter and didn't review to drop a line ;)