So, everyone, the end is really nigh. This is it. The epilogue. Its short, sweet and to the point, showing some familial love in the Winchester/Singer household. I threw in some sappiness, hopefully some humor and i hope that you guys are satisfied.

So, the babies have names. I'm not telling you their NAMES, but I'll tell you the runner ups.

For girls, in second place came Samantha Gabrielle with 6 votes. Third place was Mary Anna with 3 and in fourth place was Joanna Gabrielle with 2. Congrats you guys...erm...names!

For boys, well...um. We had a three way tie. So it was up to me to have to choose which name won and since Susangel, the person i wrote this whole crazy story for had a preference to one of the tied names, i chose it. The runner ups were Jonah Gabriel and Robert Crowley. Congrats to those...names. Wow that's awkward.

I'd love to say thank you to Susangel for the prompt because, hullo, so much fun to write. I'd love to say thank you to Pilali, who, whooo drew me pictures of the twins. I have to tell you all to go look because that is what i'm basing the twins to look like. Cas's crazy brown hair and Dean's gorgeous green eyes the both of them. Just so you know. Thanks hun!

I'd love to say thank you to EVERYONE who read this now. You guys have been great and really, really amazing. Thank you so much. Without all your support, this might not have been finished. I owe it to you guys. So thanks.

Dean: *sniffle* Wow. This is really it.

Cas: Yes. It is. *stoic-stoic*

Sam: *sniffle-sniffle-sniffle* I-I w-w-won't cry-y. Nope. Uh uh. *tears*

Gabe: O.O *BAWL*

Eve: O.O *SOB-SOB*

Me: You are all SOOOOO dramatic.

Dean: But its the end.

Me: *shrug*

Gabe: It is the end, right?

Me: You'll see...

And now, DISCLAIMER: I don't own. But damn if i did, this would have happened already and you all would have the immense joy of watching THIS on-screen.

ONWARD LADS (AND LASSIES) TO THE LAST PART (WINK-WINK) OF THIS MASTERPIECE (IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF).

Nothing Is Ever Easy: Episode 9

Dean kissed up Castiel's stomach, his lips lingering over the stretch marks on his sides. A few months ago, they had been an angry red, but now they had faded to a light pink color and Dean knew they would never go away, not that he wanted them to. They were all that was left of Castiel's pregnancy. Well, that and the scar.

Dean nosed the scar where he was administering to his husband – no longer fiancé, but husband – and placed little closed-mouthed kisses on it. It was also a lighter pink color, Gabriel's healing and Dean's sewing making sure that the wound healed properly. He let his lips trail over the still-jagged, raised flesh as Castiel breathed in and out, fully human, under him, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure when Dean looked up.

Dean had to smile because honestly, all they were doing was cuddling and mouthing at each other in the comfort of their own bed in their own room, in their own pjs and with each other for company. He smiled wickedly against Castiel's stomach then and puffed out his cheeks, bringing his lips together and then blowing raspberries into Castiel's abdomen, the other man immediately spasming his stomach muscles and laughing in that deep throaty voice of his, the vibrations travelling throughout his body and drumming a steady rhythm into Dean. Two perfect hands reached down had caught Dean's head before he could do it again, and Dean found himself looking up into those beautiful eyes.

Eyes he could've almost lost.

But he tried his best these days not to think of it.

Much.

Instead, Dean looked at the fingers of the hands holding his face at Castiel's stomach. On the left hand, on the ring finger, were two rings. One, a silver one, thinner than its gold counter part that was resting above it. Cas's engagement ring, and then his wedding band. Dean brought his hand up to Castiel's and admired for a moment his own golden wedding band. They had travelled over to Connecticut only two months ago to get it official and on paper. They were back home now, but, damn him if it didn't feel surreal still.

Dean turned his head to kiss Cas's hand and then, in the moment, he heard a gurgling and then Sam was poking his head in, saying something about having to go, since really, that demon in the next town over wasn't going to exorcise itself. There was also the fake gagging at him and Cas cuddling and staring, but whatever. Little brothers were little brothers.

Dean groaned and nodded, saying that they'd be there in a moment. And then Sam reminded him that Dean and Cas had an appointment too and that got the both of them up and Sam chuckling.

Dean stretched and kissed Cas quickly before getting out of bed and extending a hand to his husband – and damn it was awesome to say – to give him a hand up and out of bed. Cas accepted, just as he had when the justice of the peace had asked them to stand only a few months ago, and he led him to the little room down the hall that they could both find with their eyes closed. Dean leaned into the doorway and tried not to laugh at the sight.

John was in a black onsie, little black socks on his feet, looking at the unusual scene before him which consisted of Mary attacking Gabriel. She was in a white onsie, white sock ensemble and crawling all over her godfather, while gurgling and drooling and looking absolutely pleased with herself for having made Gabe looked so terrified of a six-month old.

Beside him, Castiel chuckled and walked in first, bending down to collect John off of the floor where he was watching wide eyed in the corner on the carpet, a string of drool sliding down his chin and onto his onsie, dampening it. The baby looked at Castiel as if noticing him for the first time and smiled like he had just seen the sun.

"Hello, darling," Castiel murmured against the baby's cheek, nuzzling it with his nose and then giving it a kiss. John gurgled happily, his pudgy hands reaching out for the longer hair at the nape of Castiel's neck, and pulling, grasping onto his Poppa as he was slightly jostled on the way to his crib on the left side of the fairly large room.

Dean snickered as he lifted up his daughter, who squealed, off of a scandalized looking Gabriel who dusted himself off and left without so much as a quip and more of a kiss to his niece and god-daughter's cheek, a nudge to Cas and a funny face thrown in John's direction, making the baby gurgle in amusement. And then Gabe was gone.

Dean shook his head and turned back to where his daughter was drooling into his shirt. "Hey baby girl," Dean said, Mary looking up to him, her chin wet, but her eyes bright. "You have a good morning terrorizing Uncle Gabe?" As she clapped her little hands, Dean snickered. "Of course you did. That's my girl." He kissed her cheek and brought over to the changing table.

He and Cas had a system going. They took turns dressing and changing the twins, so they could each spend equal amounts with them. Today was Dean's day. He was really cool with that. As Sam had said, they had an appointment. As Cas played with John while he waited, Dean made faces at Mary and started to unbutton her onsie. She kicked a little and Dean dodged her tiny little feet;

"Geez," Dean said, a smile on his face, "My little soccer star. Let's see if we can get this off, shall we?" He slid the onsie over her head and threw it into the small laundry basket by the door. He and Cas had learned quickly that babies tended to go through clothes like Sam went through salads. And even more so when they were twins.

Dean turned back to his daughter, the little girl squirming and he bent down, blowing raspberries all over her soft, little tummy. She squirmed and shrieked, making Dean smile. Until he heard someone clear their throat behind him and turned to see Cas with John on his hip, an eyebrow arched, looking at him dubiously.

"Really Dean?" Castiel's lips twitched with humor.

Dean rolled his eyes turning back to where Mary was sucking on her fingers and made another face as he made quick work of her diaper. Mary, unlike John, hated the thing. Dean was sure she would be the first one out of them.

He tried to ignore Cas whispering to their son behind him and was doing good job of it, managing even to get Mary into tights and the little dress Sam had bought for her until he heard Cas whisper to John conspiratorially, "Oh really? Is that what you think I should do to Daddy? Pinch him there if he doesn't finish with your sister?" Dean straightened in mock horror and picked Mary up, turning to his other two family members. Castiel had a full blown smile on his face and John was looking at Mary like she was a whole other person.

It hit Dean then that his son had never seen his sister in a dress. That had Dean chuckling as he traded off with Cas, taking his son into his arms and pretending that his heart didn't squeeze seeing Cas hold their daughter so close to his chest, giving her hair a kiss. And then he of course ruined the moment, rolling his eyes as he took Mary over to her crib, standing her up and fixing her twisted tights. "Your father has no idea how to dress you," Castiel muttered as he got her situated.

Dean rolled his eyes and looked at John laying him down. "Your Poppa thinks he is sooo funny? Doesn't he?" He tickled John as he slipped the onsie off, the baby sitting up and burying his face into Dean's chest, giggling and leaving a wet spot when he pulled away. Dean changed his diaper quick, pulling over the pants he had laid out the night before and making John stand. He smiled as his son sucked on his lip and tried to steady himself as he stood. Damn boy was already making Dean proud. He slipped the pants on and then buttoned them, pretending then go munch on John's tummy, making him hold onto Dean's hair in hysterics. He pulled back and slipped on the white shirt and then button up. He fixed John's hair, running his fingers through it because the twins had Cas's hair and brushes didn't work on that crap.

Dean didn't bother putting shoes on his son and turned to find Cas with Mary's baby-bag over his shoulder, their daughter's hair in two little pig-tails sticking out of the top of her head. Dean grabbed John's and then nodded to Cas. They were ready.

The two men made their way downstairs where Bobby and Crowley were sitting at the kitchen able, already dressed. "It's about ti-" Bobby stopped himself halfway. "You two idjits still aren't dressed?"

Dean scowled handing John over to Bobby's waiting arms, dropping his bag to the floor. Cas did the same with Mary, handing her to Crowley, who immediately started with the faces. Mary was in hysterics a few moments later. Dean rolled his eyes and said, "Look, just feed them. We'll be down in a minute."

Cas grabbed his hand as they rushed upstairs back into their rooms. He immediately stripped, Cas following suit and rummaged around, dragging out clothes he had never really worn for a real occasion and slid into them. He was already in shoes and a tie when Cas tapped him on the shoulder, his tie looking as miserable as his face and prompting Dean to laugh. "God, Cas. I've seen drowned kittens that looked less pathetic than you." At his husband's scowl, Dean sighed and motioned with his hands, "C'mere."

Dean did up Cas's tie quickly, using it to reel him in and plant a kiss on his lips. He smiled into it and then groaned. "We gotta go, babe." Cas didn't look very happy either, but then they heard Bobby and Cowley laughing, probably the twins did something, and that frown turned upside down into the happiest smile Dean had ever seen.

Yeah, his face was totally mirroring that.

They made there way back downstairs to find what was so funny. Crowley had conjured a ball of fire and John and Mary's eyes were transfixed, their heads titled at an angel, reminding Dean of Cas, who was staring at the sight in the same manner, making him laugh all the harder. The yellow flame light reflected in the twins' green eyes, the same shade as Dean's, as they stared. It was an amazing sight.

But then Bobby wiped at his eyes and snapped his fingers, getting up and carrying his grandson over to his carrier-that-doubled-as-a-car-seat. "Let's go ya idjits. If we're late they'll flip a friggin shit and I for one am in no mood to hear it."

Dean shook his head as he helped Cas into his trench coat, Crowley mocking Bobby as he put Mary into her seat. The Winchesters each picked up a carrier, their respective twin gurgling and both starting to whine at the same time, an uncanny thing they did to get the message across faster. In this case, pacifiers were wanted and Dean and Castiel simultaneously bent down popping them into their respective twins' mouth. They were silenced and gurgled happily, sucking and snuggling into the little unicorn stuffed animals in their carriers with them. Gabe had been right; they had stuck.

Dean and Cas loaded them into the Impala, buckling them into the car and making sure the straps across their chest's were ok. Once satisfied, they hopped into the front, Bobby and Crowley already driving forward, the Impala following the truck as they left the salvage yard. It was going to be a long ride, from there to Kansas, but that was where the angels that they were on good terms with had insisted meeting their new niece and nephew. Especially Balthazar; he had been uncharacteristically excited.

Dean shook his head as Cas handed him a tape and he popped it in. These little stinkers had been up all night, John with a rash, Mary because John had been up. They had this weird connection; what one did the other usually followed. As the music started up, of course, as Mary's eyes drifted shut, so did John's.

Dean smiled as John Lennon's 'Dreamer' lulled his children to sleep, Cas's hand worming its way into his and lacing their fingers together as dean drove, not wanting to know why Bobby's truck was swerving, but knowing it probably had to do along the lines of Crowley groping his surrogate father as he drove.

The car was peaceful, Sam and Gabe were going to meet them all later, Dean had the three most important people to him in the car with him, and at this moment, life was great.

Sure nothing is ever easy, especially when you're a Winchester. Dean could barely count how many times in the last year he could have lost everything, including Cas, the twins, his brother and soon-to-be brother-in-law. Himself. He could have lost it all. And everything was so hard that just getting to this point, the here and now, was absolutely accomplishing that Dean honestly thought it was enough. What he had here, twin little snores coming from behind him, a warm, slender hand in his, a car swerving slightly again before him as Bobby lost control again, a brother that was probably at his destination already, courtesy of one annoying archangel who just happened to save Dean's entire family; it was all enough. Not easy, God knew that raising the two munchkins in the back was going to be hell and living with not only one, but two supernatural beings, one former one, and two men that love to brood his life was going to be just getting harder as the days went by.

But that was a good thing.

Because nothing is ever easy. Especially the good things in life.

So?

Dean: *wipes tear* How is this NOT over?

Cas: It was... *swallow-swallow-trynottocry* ...wonderful.

Sam: *in tears* So...beautiful!

Gabe: *sniffle* Needs more me, but... I'll take it as is.

Eve: O.o WHY MUST IT END?

Actualy, its not.

Dean: O.o What?

Cas: *headtiltoftheLord* Excuse me?

Sam: Its not?

Gabe: O.O HUH. No comprehendo.

Eve: O.O YEAH! BD

Yeah. One more chappie. Its a THROUGH THE YEARS CHAPPIE. Hopefuly its up today cuz tomorrow i head out to Virginia and DC for the rest of the week till Saturday night.

So yeah. Fingers crossed ppls. I still haven't eaten yet. Woke up and worked on this. I need some coffee. In my cow cup. its amazing and is black and white like a cow and stands on the utters with four little nipples keeping it up and OH its ADORABIBLE.

Thank you Kincade, who is coming with us on vacation. YESH. Love my mom for that although she won't let us share a room and i don't blame her! JK! BD He's bunking with Henry and Damon while Shawn is heading to Florida to meet his NEW gfs parents. Hope he marries her. I am stuck sharing a room with my sister and mom. Oh joy.

Wish me luck.

ALSO. I know so long. but also, i am now into Walt Whitman and Leaves of Grass. I got hooked while reading a fic called, 'In This Secluded Spot, I Respond As I Would Not Dare Elsewhere'. If you liked my "I Promise I Love You', you'll love this. I finished writing I promise, I love You and then i found this and was like, PEOPLE THINK LIKE ME. AWSOME!SAUCE. HS AU beautiful stuff in there. Its also in PDF so you can keep it forever.

Anyway, I might do somethiing with Uncle Walt there and we'll see how that goes. Peace and demon blood, peeps.