Epilogue

As the front door to a small, two bedroom apartment opened, Dean poked his head around and looked inside before entering. Technically, he did live here but so did Jimmy and not since Castiel left him before the torture have they spoken properly. After closing the door gently, Dean walked further into the living room and stopped at the couch, stripping his body of the heavy leather jacket he wore.

Several clanking sounds echoed from the kitchen and a small smile tugged at Dean's mouth. Jimmy was cooking. Glancing up, he looked towards the two bedroom doors that weren't far from each other. It made Dean a little sad. Part of him had hoped they could move forward, together but tension filled every space between them and they tiptoed around the issues they clearly had. Dean knew it was unlike him to even consider a relationship, let alone be with a man but Jimmy wasn't just anyone. He was different. He was special.

Within minutes a delicious smell floated in from the kitchen and Dean sighed appreciatively. Jimmy cooked most nights since it wasn't one of Dean's strongest points but he did help out with the housework when it came up. Looking around the living room now, it reminded Dean of how Jimmy liked things clean, neat and in their proper places. It was obsessive but he couldn't help but like it, it was cute.

As footsteps sounded near him and abruptly stopped, Dean looked to the side. Jimmy stood in the doorway, staring at him, seemingly surprised to see him. He opened his mouth wordlessly, but found nothing to say to the hunter and returned back into the kitchen. Dean sighed lightly and sat on the couch, leaning back.

Nowadays, they supported themselves a little more honestly. Jimmy took a job with an ad firm close by and Dean took a part time job as a mechanic at a shop down the road, but he still allowed himself time for the odd hunt which he was sure Jimmy didn't mind. He still agreed that supernatural things needed to be taken care of.

Dean sighed again as it felt like a million things clouded his mind. It had now been almost four months since everything finally came to an end but Dean hadn't spoken about it with anyone, not even Jimmy. They moved here together, mainly from Jimmy's insistence and Dean couldn't refuse him. He said they needed to get away from everything, lay low and take some time. And Dean knew Jimmy was right.

Only once since the end had Jimmy seen his family. They divorced within weeks. Jimmy said something about him wanting Amelia to move on with her life although he would still be there for Claire and for whatever they needed. It gave Dean a slim glimmer of hope for the future for them. But Dean had to admit, the odd time when found himself staring at Jimmy, he remembered everything he had lost.

Deciding that it couldn't wait one minute longer, Dean hauled himself up from the couch and entered the kitchen. Seeing Jimmy standing at the stove stirring something in a small pot, he moved closer to him, stopping a couple feet behind. He looked down at the man who was just a little shorter than him. The crisp blue shirt he wore hugged Jimmy's torso, making him wish he could do the same.

'How was work?' Jimmy asked quietly after the soft steps behind him stopped.

'Was fine,' Dean answered steadily.

'Going on a hunt soon?'

Dean frowned briefly. 'What makes you ask that?'

'There was some mail for you today and I put it on the desk in your room so I wouldn't accidentally throw it out like last time.'

Dean nodded. He wasn't angry. 'No, there's no hunt. I was just reading some things.'

'Oh,' was all Jimmy managed to say.

Time passed slowly and Dean found himself losing his nerve. This was something he had never told a person before, other than family. Swallowing hard, he moved and stood to Jimmy's side, momentarily watching as he stirred to pot slowly, his movement's fluid.

'I love you,' he whispered inaudibly.

But the words were heard and Jimmy let out a shaky breath. Dean immediately realised it probably wasn't the right time to say it. Jimmy moved from the stove and busied himself with something else, wanting to move away from the hunter. Losing his patience quickly, Dean grabbed the man's arm and pushed him against the cupboards, ignoring the wince he was given.

'Look at me,' Dean whispered, a little harsher than intended but it gained Jimmy's attention.

'I'm not Castiel.'

The words were quiet but cold. Dean chuckled low in his throat despite it not being particularly funny. 'I know who you are, Jimmy.'

The words moved Jimmy into action and he placed a hand on the back of Dean's head and moved him in for kiss which was long and satisfying. When the kiss broke, Dean stood, staring into Jimmy's blue eyes, his mouth open in shock. Noticing the stove needed his attention; Jimmy moved from Dean's lapsing grasp and finished off cooking. Dean watched as he served two plates and set them down on the small dining table they possessed. As Dean continued to watch, another smile tugged at his lips. For him, smiles had definitely been hard to come by lately but not when it came to Jimmy. The man possessed a certain charming quality that he felt hard to walk away from.

As Dean sat down beside Jimmy, he felt something close to happiness fill his chest. Of course, he still missed Sam, that was a given and once again, he had been tempted to make another deal but everyone around him, mainly Jimmy and Bobby had kept him from doing it. Dean knew he wouldn't survive another round in hell and he knew that despite everything, Sam was in a better place and at peace. And so was he.


A/N: I am much happier with the rewritten ending as before I copied the end of season 4 since not being able to think of something myself. Please review and thanks for reading.