The Devil's Time

Epilogue

Gary wasn't going to let his boyfriend out of his sight. John understood, but it was becoming quite a pebble in the shoe.
"Babe, for the thousandth time, I'm ok. In fact I'm better than ok". And with that, he gives his boyfriend a tender kiss. "We stopped the Devil from rising, stopped Neron for good, Des's in Paradise, and for our services, he saved Astrid and my soul. I'm practically dancing from excitement". The last sentence is said in a giggle.
Gary sighs.
"What?"
Gary hesitates. "We need to talk."
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"And this is something you want as well?"
"Yes, Sarah. We'll find work. Scotland will be safe for the two of us- low profile... I loose everyone, Sarah. I'm not going to loose him".
There's silence. Then Sarah smiles. "You gonna say goodbye to the rest of the team?"
"Of course" he returns the smile.
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"OOHH, GARY!" John finishes and Gary flips over on his back next to his husband, both breathing heavy and sweat glistening in the spring moonlight from the open window. John lies there in almost the same position Gary flipped him over in. They take a moment to catch their breath for the thousandth time that night.
"I love you so much, Squire" John says, hands and head over the side of the bed.
Gary smiles in the dark at the familiar nick-name. Even after ten years, he has not tired of it. "I love you, too" he breaths.
They're still in touch with the Legends - well, what's left of John's team. Yes, yes. Sarah retired as well and also tied the knot with her same-sex partner. Nate is now the captain of the Wave Rider. Mick died six years ago. I know what you're thinking: some alcohol incident, living up to his best friend in self-sacrifice, an epic battle of good vs evil... He tripped and tumbled down two flights of stairs - completely sober, surprisingly. Metas and others have come and gone, like always. They hear everything's the normal. But does anyone really know what normal was? Constangreen sure didn't.
John was more than happy. He quit smoking and drinking with the help of Gary Constantine and rehab. His lung cancer has not- and hopefully will never- go into remission. 'Thanks Lucifer' he thinks.
"Are you okay, Baby?" Gary interrupts the demonologist's thoughts.
"Perfect" he whispers. He kisses his forehead. "I'm perfect, you're perfect, this evening's perfect, everything's perfect."
And that's what it is. John falls asleep in the safety of his thoughts and husband's arms.

Thanks y'all for reading. And thanks for all you support and patience. I had so much fun writing this. Love y'all.
-yoloithinknot