Part Eight

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Star crossed angels. Dying together. A story almost complete.

Perhaps Dean Winchester should not have trusted the hooded figure. Perhaps he should not have handed over his grace for a final chance. But he was dying now. Castiel was dying. And there was nothing left to fix it.

Dean Winchester had finally arrived at the end of the line. His angel by his side. And they took solace in the fact that at least Castiel finally remembered. At least they had each other for a little while longer.

Their bodies grew old and wrinkled. Grey. As they shut down. Time catching up with them. Castiel's faster than Dean's.

Still they had each other.

And Dean watched Castiel waste away to dust. Pain in his heart because he had caused this.

In his last moments, Castiel urged him not to shoulder the blame.

Michael's sword. The earth's defender. Dean Winchester... Did not listen.

And he watched his love disappear from the world. And he followed soon after.

And the world turned on. Blind. Uncaring.

And they found each other once again.

To some it was a paradise. To others it was a simple home in the woods. A simple home full of light and laughter and family.

Dean Winchester had returned home. To his brother. To his children. And to his love.

Everything the same, and yet different.

Where before the burdens of the world weighed heavily on them all, there was light. There was happiness. Peace. And they were together.

Sam had found Eileen again. Bobby. Mary and John. Donna and Jody. Claire. Jack. Kevin. Meg and Gabriel. Balthazar. They were together. They were a family.

And Dean Winchester had his angel. And he had his family.
And the world turned on. Blind. Uncaring.

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