A/N: IT'S DONE. Holy crow I cant believe it's done 0.0

I would like to thank everyone who helped me with this story; all my betas and even some people who gave me really good ideas, whether I chose to use those ideas for this story or another one I write in the future was greatly appreciated. Thank you to everyone who reviewed, followed and favorited since Amy first began this journey in this story thank you for all your kind inspirations, words and support. It meant a great deal to me all of it :)

So after you read this you'll know exactly what happens. I warned you all that these two stories would follow the actual Supernatural episodes closely...although that warning could have been a while ago X) I know you may all have been expecting a happy ending...but that didn't honestly seem right for me to do. Although, I left the story on a little bit of a hopeful note :)

As to making another story to potentially follow this one I have to tell you all that is not in the cards for right now. This storyline, and characters, are taking a long "vacation" for now at least :p

I hope some of you review and give me some insight; it would even be amazing to hear from people who have never reviewed before or if you've been reading the story from the very first story "Thing's Aren't Always as they Seem" I would love to hear from you. But don't think you have to :) I'm just glad you like it. And also good news that same story is now in 4 different communities! You have no idea of how proud I am of it for that reason :) thank you to those who added it in and I hope one day this story can do the same or better :)

I hope you enjoy this last short chapter and everyone take care! Maybe I'll see you in another story of mine?

Celest ^I^

They stood on a hill not too far from the motel; still able to see the building clearly, the neon sign lighting up the empty parking lot. The smell of wet leaves, grass, and trees suffused the air as they all looked down. Amy stood stock still, as thunder rumbled from above and wind blew through her hair creating a tangled mess that no doubt she would be pissed to get out later. The aura of the surrounding place was still heavy with pain and sadness and it made her heart pound, her throat swell and her stomach to clench viciously.

Suddenly she saw a bright white flash, light up each window in the hotel below and she swore she could hear a resounding scream, before the light was extinguished and silence reigned again. Lightning forked through the sky as she looked up and gently placed a hand over her stomach.

"Amy?"

She ignored the voice, still hoping, and praying, that her same archangel would come out from the hotel and sweep her off her feet. Tears began to stream from her eyes once more as the minutes ticked by and no sign of her friend and lover came.

"Amy? We need to go, we can't stay here."

She could feel a deep anger at Lucifer rising up inside her. Like a red tide slowly eclipsing her very being, thunder banged above her so loud that it shook the very ground she was standing on. Determination, grief, and a powerful urge to seek out encompassed her. Never before, even when her parents had been killed, had she felt this strong of an emotion. Maybe it had something to do with Pandora, or maybe it was all her considering they were one now. Whatever it was, she knew instinctually at that moment that she would never stop searching. She would find him again, even if she had to go to the ends of the Earth and back again for him. Placing a hand over her still flat stomach, she almost wished she could feel the life growing inside of her. This piece of Gabriel that would never be forgotten, he would live on no matter what happened through his son or daughter.

"Maybe there is no hope," Lance said dejectedly from behind her. "Maybe we should all just give up. What's the point of fighting when all it does is bring you heart ache, despair, anger, grief? We just lose people because of it."

"And if we didn't fight then there would be a one hundred percent certainty that we really would lose everything," Amy said strongly. "We have to keep going; we have to keep fighting, for him if no one else. As long as there are people who will fight for what they believe in then there is hope. I won't give up on Gabriel, I will find him and I will see him one day. I believe that."

It was at that moment that she realized that it was her birthday. She was now eighteen years old, having lost a lover to the devil himself, finding out she was a nephilim, enemies becoming old friends, realizing that her and Pandora were one being, and now expecting a child. I guess she could say that a lot had happened since she had first met Gabe underneath the large tree on the Crawford Hall campus.

With that all in mind; she made one wish, and she swore that until that wish came true she would never wish again and never ask for another.

~x~

I don't understand why some people claim that they know when those who they love most perish. I lost my lover and the closest thing that I'll ever come to finding true happiness on this planet, if it weren't for my child to be I would have no reason to live. So I live on for him or her, as the weeks turn into months, and the months turn into years. As snow begins to fall, and then melts and changes to the sweet vibrant spring; then to summer and finally crisp autumn when the leaves change colour and begin to drift down.

I never felt anything when he died. It was not due to the fact that we weren't close; I had my heart set on the fact that he would walk out of those hotel doors and smile up at me, and everything would be okay. I remember standing on that hilltop, ready to turn to stone, as I looked down on it with thunder and lightning rumbling and slashing the night sky. Almost like a deadly tango of the heavens. Every single day after that I kept expecting him to walk through that door, a large smile on his face, a chocolate bar in his hand, and a joke and sweet kiss for me as he sits with us at the kitchen table and we goof off and discuss our days. But I know he won't walk through that door, and I know he won't be beside me at night anymore, and while I want to say that I can be strong, the truth is I only feel as strong as I do when I have him beside me. He has always been my rock, and always will be. Without him I feel adrift on a stormy sea, with no shore in sight.

So this is why I leave this message to you my child. When you read this one day, I hope you understand why I did what I must do. Don't ever think that it was because of you that I had to leave; I love you so much my little angel, and know that nothing would keep my away from you. But I need to do this. I'm afraid that if I don't try to at least look for him once, I may not survive another year. I must exhaust every resource, try everything that I can think of, and then if I do all that and still nothing has changed then I shall be back. Remember that my child, that I will be back. Me and you will never be apart for long.

Stay safe, be strong, and stay on Missy's good side for me please? I know she can be insufferable at times, but she really is a good person at heart. Just don't mess with her cosmetics, don't ask. Have fun with Jazz, you'll share many laughs with her just like I did. And don't even bother trying to figure out where all her energy comes from; I never have. Lance will always be like your big brother I hope, and protector. He is such a teddy bear and I hope he always stays that way.

I leave one last thing for you to remember me by. It was given to me by your father a long time ago now, but I am leaving it for you. I won't have need of it where I am going. And above all my child there is also one last thing I want you to remember. There is always hope.

Love from,

Mommy

~x~

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~x~

There is always hope.

She gently closed the red, leather bound diary and ran her hand smoothly down the back cover. The leather was supple and warm even after the passage of time and the little use it had been seen in the last while. And too think, once her mother had written in here; her hand flying across the pages as she wrote her last message. Her other hand went up to the locket that was around her throat; a small golden heart locket, with a delicate golden chain, and two wings wrapping around it. One wing having a, G, on it the other one inscribed with an, A. For the longest time she had never taken it off, a constant keepsake and reminder, to her of her parents. They had both touched this special little object, and that she felt like if it were touching her skin, they were touching her as well.

She looked at the ancient looking box sitting on the coffee table before her. Before she could get to it the door opened up before her.

Smiling kindly with her mix matched eyes, her right one an ice blue and piercing the other a warm honey/brown colour, she nodded to the person who walked through the door.

"Welcome back."

THE END

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OR IS IT?

A/N: I warned people that my stories don't always end how you maybe want them to and I am prone to cliff hangers lol but you guys can use you're imaginations right now :p Bye!