Sink

epilogue

  Adam did end up quitting college in Mississippi. After the wedding, he decided that medicine wasn't his thing and he wasn't cut out for the school he had to go through. Instead, he applied for a community college in Kansas and studied psychology. Samandriel continued with his study of education.

  The four years went by quicker than anything - and all four of them went by in a small apartment on the edge of town, right across from the bridge on Harkendale, which was now a road bridge, but a bridge nonetheless. This small apartment consisted of a Scottish Fold named Alfie and his two dads that liked to jokingly bicker about everything only to make the other a Nutella and banana sandwich five minutes later. It consisted of a love that bloomed between two boys that were now men; two boys that had realized they weren't who they used to be, that they had made mistakes and they had grown from them.

  Over those years it filled with pictures. Sometimes there were fights, sometimes the doors would slam and the pictures would rattle and fall off. Sometimes the glass would shatter.

  But the pictures always found a way into a new frame. The glass was swept up and disposed of properly. And the picture went back up to its original spot.

  Quite like Adam and Samandriel.  

  And Adam did marry the fuck out of Samandriel. After they finished school and found stable jobs - Adam as a therapist for deaf children and Samandriel as a history and French teacher for children with mental illnesses at a small facility a few towns over. The ceremony was simple and small, decorated in baby blue and white, yet the honeymoon was extravagant and expensive, consisting of a cruise to the Caymans and a weekend in Paris afterwards.

  Samandriel held Alfie as he died of a lung tumor. The cat was too old to save, but pictures of him are hung up around the walls everywhere - they always will be. Because Alfie had been with Samandriel through the toughest of times, and he would never let that go.

  They did end up having a son - a woman had offered to be their surrogate. Adam didn't hesitate to agree when Samandriel suggested the name Alfie. They adopted three other kids; Layla, Macie, and Max. When those four grew up and moved out of the house, they resorted to foster care, taking in kids for a few months until they found a more permanent home. It wasn't easy letting them go, but they got letters from every single kid every holiday and times in between.

  Michael and Lucifer got a divorce ten years after their marriage, and got remarried again a few years later. They didn't have any kids, but Samandriel was always attacked by a different kitten everytime he visited. (They had an extra room dedicated to their cats - that's how many there were.) Sam and Gabriel never made up their mind. They were with each other, then with other people, then back again. They finally settled down at the age of forty and have two beautiful daughters than are in college now. Dean and Castiel - whoo boy.

  They got married when no one was looking. Turns out, they'd been married since high school and somehow no one had figured out, not even their parents. They had a daughter and a son, and stayed together through thick and thin.

  Oh, and Adam and Sanandriel danced to that song at their wedding. You know, the one they danced to at Michael and Lucifer's when they made up? Yep.

  Many mistakes had been made throughout the lives of Adam and Samandriel. Many situations had happened. Complications, too. But there was one thing that always stayed. It wasn't Samandriel's father's hate, it wasn't Adam's resentment towards any person with the name Caleb, it wasn't Samandriel's wavering recovery process, it was love.

  Pure love.

  The love between Adam Winchester and Samandriel Novak.

  That house is empty now. Or, it was, but now it's preoccupied by two women named Olivia and Amelia, their daughter Samandrielle, and Olivia's mother Layla.

  There are boxes and pictures in the small storage room they have. They're cleaning it out, and Samandrielle happens to stumble upon a box. It's labeled, "A Story Not Told But Never Forgotten."

  She asks her grandmother about it and Layla smiles and opens it, finding two books pressed against one side and picture frames stacked against the others. There's a picture of two teenage boys, both with bright blue eyes and there's a grey cat between them. She opens the front cover of one of the books and reads the preface out loud.  

  "This was a diary printed out. It wasn't my idea, actually Adam's, but I kind of like it. This is a story that has a lot of ups and downs. It's like a roller coaster that flips and spins and throws you off, but hey, you survived. It's got a lot of mistakes that people have made, but it's got a lot of good things too. This is a story about two teenage kids, one that knew nothing of love and the other that was the new kid. One was insecure and depressed and the other was bright and happy. One was Samandriel Novak and the other was Adam Winchester.

  But they both had one thing in common:

  They hoped to spend the rest of their lives with the other."

  And they did.

THE END