Ha ha yet again I fail to update on time. I feel like y'all are used to that by now though, right? I mean, let's be real, when do I ever update on time, am I right? Anyways, sorry again to all of you. Last chapter and I can cross this story off my list of incomplete fics (it's a long list).

Dean awoke to the now all too familiar feeling of Cas in his arms. He doesn't panic this time, doesn't freak out or jump out of the bed like he usually would, instead he smiles and allows himself a moment to relish the feel of Cas in his arms.

Then he remembers what lead to them being wrapped around each other in his bed.

'Oh shit, I kissed Cas. Or, Cas kissed me. Whatever, doesn't matter. What do I do? Did Cas mean it? Can he even feel love? Whoa there Winchester, who said anything about love? Who am I kidding, I know I'm in love with him. But does he feel the same way?'

Dean must have tensed up while his thoughts ran loose, because the movement of Cas in his arms snaps him out of it.

"Hello Dean." Cas smiles at him softly, hair rumpled from sleep, and Dean can't help but return his smile.

"Hey Cas. Sleep well?"

"I believe the phrase is 'like a baby', though I don't understand the meaning. Babies have a tendency to wake up at odd hours and scream." Cas's brows furrow and Dean chuckles, reaching up a hand to smooth the from from his face.

"It's just an expression Cas." His hand travels from his brow to the side of his face, cupping his cheek. His green eyes flicker down to Cas's lips, like they have a hundred times before, and he slowly leans in, pressing a kiss to the pale, chapped lips. He recoils slightly and chuckles. "Guess even angel's get morning breath."

"I'm not sure I can be called an angel anymore, Dean." Cas answers, looking slightly sad. Dean's thumb caresses Cas's cheek.

"You'll always be my angel." He whispers, leaning back in for another kiss, despite the morning breath.

"Hrm, urm." Dean jumps and looks behind him. Sam is standing there, an expectant expression on his face and his phone in his hand, pointing at them. His face splits into a grin.

"Care to say anything to the people who've placed bets on you two?" He asks them, shit-eating smile firmly in place.

"Fuck off." Dean growls, moving to stand. He's stopped by a hand on his arm. He turn back to Cas and see's him watching him with his blue eyes. There's a slight twinkle in them and Dean frowns. Cas moves his other hand and Sam lets out an indignant cry. Dean turns back around to see Sam holding a broken phone.

"I'm only mostly human Sam, I still have some Grace left to use." He smiles and pulls on Dean's arm, bringing him back down next to him. "Now, I suggest you leave us alone for several hours." He looks over at Dean for a second and smiles. "Five at least." Dean chokes and flushes red and Sam beats a hasty retreat.

As soon as they hear the sound of the Impala roaring to life, Cas begins to chuckle. Dean stares at him dumbfounded for a moment. He doesn't think he's ever heard Cas laugh.

"Both of your faces!" Cas has started to laugh sincerely now and Dean feels a smile spreading across his own face. They laugh together, overcome with mirth and joy, and once they've settled again they look at each other with fond smiles on their faces.

"How long Cas?" Dean asks, looking away.

"How long I've loved you?" Cas replies, questioning him to be sure. Dean nods.

"Yeah." Cas touches a finger to the bottom of his chin and turns his face towards his own. Their eyes lock, blue on green, and Dean watches as Cas leans in, his eyes fluttering shut only as Cas's lips touch his own.

Thunder rolls again.

"For fuck's sake!" Dean exclaims, sitting up in the bed, even as Cas cowers further into it. "I swear to fucking God, this is not natural! Every time we're in the same fucking room, there's a God damn thunderstorm! What the fuck is up with that, and why are you so scared of it?" He's standing beside the bed now, glaring out the motel room windows.

"Dean, please." Cas whimpers, looking pathetic with the covers pulled around himself and staring at Dean with fearful blue eyes. Dean deflates a little.

"Sorry Cas. I just- I don't want you to be scared anymore." Dean sits on the side of the bed and strokes a hand through Cas's hair. He swings his legs onto the bed and allows Cas to use his legs as a pillow, carding his hand through the messy locks and humming under his breath. The thunder does not last long, though the rain persists, and soon Cas is back to himself, though he stays on Dean's leg and Dean continues to stroke his hair.

"Anna once told me something, back when I was still young. She said, 'God is in the rain, Castiel. He washes away the evil of the world and allows life to grow, simply by allowing clouds to shed water when they become too heavy. His hand is in everything Castiel, but you can see Him most clearly in the rain.'" Cas's voice is soft and rumbling. "I have always believed that, and I have seen it to be true in many ways since then. After Lucifer rebelled and fell, the Earth rained for nearly half a year. I had heard rumors that God had left Heaven, angels told me themselves, but I rebutted them. 'How can God be gone?' I asked them. 'How can He be gone when we can see Him in the rain?' I do not believe they ever understood what I meant, but I have always kept that belief. Now, down here on Earth, Falling as I am, I can hear my bother's voice in the rain. In the thunder. They're angry Dean, at me, at you and your brother, at humanity. They want us punished. I can't see God in the rain anymore, Dean." Cas turns his head toward Dean and he can see the tears threatening the stormy blue eyes.

"Follow me." Dean says, pulling Cas up and off the bed. He leads him outside, still dressed in their pajamas and with bare feet, towards the nearest patch of grass. It's small, barely two yards wide, but it will do. Their clothes and hair are already heavy with rain water and the air is slightly chilly.

"What are you doing, Dean?" Cas asks, his frown back in place.

"Dance with me Cas." Dean tells him, blushing a little. Cas's frown deepens.

"I don't-"

"It's easy. Here." Dean takes Cas by the hands and pulls him in, so they're chest to chest, and guides one of Cas's hands to his shoulder. He places his own hand on Cas's lower back and keeps their other, still clasped, hands to the side near their faces. He begins to sway to imaginary music, his face seemingly aflame.

Cas relaxes against him and they begin to sway in slow circles around the small patch of grass. Cas leans his head against Dean's and listens as Dean hums softly into his ear. A slow smile spreads across Cas's face and he sighs.

"I love you Dean." He whispers. The spinning stops and Dean's hand lifts from Cas's lower back. They separate slightly, though they keep their hands clasped, and Dean raises his hand to Cas's cheek, wiping away a rain drop.

"I know." Dean leans in and kisses Cas, bringing their bodies back together. The kiss his sweet, but brief, and soon the pair is slowly spinning around the patch of grass again.

"Hey Cas." Dean whispers into his ear, his eyes trained up at the sky. "I think God is in the rain."

They smile and continue dancing with each other. From the comfort of the awning protecting the motel doors, a figure watches them, smiling to itself. A lollipop is pulled from its mouth and the smile becomes a grin.

"Glad you're happy little bro." The figure tells the dancing angel. It then turn its head to the right and looks at another figure suddenly standing by its side. "Are we done here, Dad?"

The other figure watches the two for a moment, contemplating. Finally, it shakes its head having come to a decision.

"I don't think we'll ever be done. But I think we've fixed this version of reality as much as we can. Even I can't predict what the Winchester's will do." The figure smiles and shakes its head again. "Come on, we've got work. A few universes over Sam and Dean have released the Darkness. Let's fix it before they completely destroy themselves."

The two figures shimmer and fade away into white, then nothing.

All is well in this reality.

For now.

I'm done! Aren't you so proud of me? And no, there isn't going to be a sequel for those of you who would ask. I just don't think I can write for this world anymore, I've lost my muse for it.

In case you're wondering, yes the two figures at the end are God and Gabe. Gabe was the one that put in all those photos onto Dean's phone as well. And that bit at the end is just me putting in my head canon that Chuck and Gabriel didn't actually die and have just been sort of Universe hopping since then and teamed up to try to fix the Winchester's mistakes.

So yeah, that's this story finished. Hope y'all enjoyed. I'm always open for your feedback.