By Their Grace

Don't You Cry No More

The forest green soul that was once Dean Winchester happily fusedwith his mate, the Prussian blue of his grace slivering together asthey once again communed, the green and blue so much that they oftenwere the color cyan instead of either of their own colors of soul orgrace.

At some point, though none knew since time in heaven, or indeed thenests that Castiel and Gabriel had built together when they matedtheir lovers since they both understood that the brothers would notwant to be separated and to be with either Winchester brother was tobe accepted and cared for by the other, loved romantically by one andas a brother by the other.

But the souls that once were Violet and Jacob had joined, first hadbeen Jacob, his soul a burnt umber color while not much later Violethad joined, her own soul being the same violet as her name. They hadall joined happily clinging to the two, of course they had their ownlovers and child. Seeming inspired by the stories their parents hadtold of Mary Winchester and Bobby Singer, Violet had a son namedRobert and Jacob had a daughter named Mary. Those children, Dean,Sam, Castiel, and Gabriel's grandchildren, were still alive leavingViolet and Jacob to go to the human parts of heaven, reliving thememories that made them happy over and over again, though like Maryand Bobby they were able to every now and again go to see theirparents again.

Sam and Gabriel were communed as well, almost constantly, magentamore than red or lilac. Every once in a while their nest would beapproached by an angel, asking them to look over a ward for a while.Still most of the time they spent in the shared nest.

The nest was split into three parts, a part that the combined cyansoul and grace had spent most of their time, the exact opposite sidewas for the magenta combined soul and grace. Though the angels hadknown their own grace would line up perfectly with the soul of theirmate they never realized how effortlessly it would be, that theywould slot against each other like a key turning in a lock. It was aphysical pain to separate and always left them feeling hollow.Luckily in their nest their was no need to separate.

On the side of the nest that was meant for the cyan energy being wasengine parts and metal to work with as well as some wood, a handfulof simple books that were for all purposes meant only for pleasurereadings, the kinds that someone would read for a nice day sittingoutside with a glass of cool lemonade, or hot tea, sitting beside theperson waiting to be enjoyed.

The air was constantly alight with rock songs of the 1970's America,and carried the constant scent of juicy burgers and buttery crustedpies. Guinea pigs scuttled across the padded floor and bees buzzedhappily in the air.

On the side that the magenta energy being claimed as its home the airsmelled of sweets, vanilla and sugar and candy flavors, the musicplaying-if one could call it that-was little more than backgroundnoise is only instrumental. The side of the nest is more like alibrary covered in everything from the same leisure reading as on theopposite side of the nest as well as more advanced topics and all thehistory one could ever want to know. Dogs of all different kindshappily yipped around and birds tweeted. The souls of the animalswould stay with them, leaving as they were ready to be reborn andreturning as they died, of disease or old age, if returning too soonfrom abuse...the ones who did that would meet with some...misfortune.

The middle third of the nest was left to be for them all. Whensomeone came to see them; whether the sunshine yellow of MaryWinchester, the purple of Robert Singer, the violet of VioletWinchester, or the burnt umber of Jacob Winchester they would gothere to see them, not to say that anyone was not allowed in theother two thirds of the nest just that the sides of the nest weremade for either Dean and Castiel or Sam and Gabriel.

They didn't know how long they had been here in their nest and theydidn't care, they had worked and sacrificed so much, had suffered somuch. They had more than earned this rest.

This is, for allintents and purposes, the end. There will be an epilogue coming upbut you could also take this as being the final chapter. I'm shootingfor the epilogue to be done before the new year but who knows. I hopeyou guys enjoyed this story, I was told it feels like just yesterdayI started this story and really sometimes I feel like that to. Ireally loved this long supernatural story, and I hope you guysenjoyed reading it just as much.