A/N: Alright, folks. I know that this is a short chapter and it may seem a bit rushed. However, this is the last chapter of this story. Nonetheless, I hope all of you enjoy it! :)

**MAJOR SEASON NINE ENDING SPOILERS! You have been warned.**

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Chapter Twelve..."I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close."―Pablo Neruda,100 Love Sonnets

We stood in the rubble of what was once Heaven's most feared cell block, a healthy look of disdain coating my features like an oily film.

"I can't wait until that blight on Angel-kind takes a dirt nap. I have several 'something special's in mind for that pompous excuse for a writer." I hissed, my gaze turning pitying as it came to rest on the corpse of the Angel, Gadreel.

"I would just as soon be done with the entire race by tea time." Death intoned with his ever present sense of calm snark.

This was the Angel that had convinced Samuel to turn away from the afterlife that he so deserved and desired and return to life. This Angel had done so by pretending to be Dean. No, there was no pity for him in my love's eyes. But for me... Gadreel reminded me much of Castiel. In the end, he just wanted to do the right thing and I could not castigate him for that. I pitied him. Death gave me a sigh at the emotions roiling within me, not bothering to expound on them further. No, there was another who's death we were to oversee very soon. Their soul would not be ours to collect but nevertheless, important deaths like his should be witnessed. After all, what was change, what was transition, but just another kind if death? There was, however, time for a short coffee break. The thought clearly aroused my beloved's interest because his mind was already running through a series of potential snack choices.

"That little spot in Vienna sound good, my one?"

"That sounds marvelous. Tiramisu?"

"Perfect."

~"The opposite of the happy ending is not actually the sad ending-the sad ending is sometimes the happy ending. The opposite of the happy ending is actually the unsatisfying ending."―Orson Scott Card

At last that simpering, pathetic bird brain was dead. At last, he was mine. I gripped his grace crushingly in one hand, giving it a cruel shake as it cried out for mercy.

"Oh no, mo mercy for you, Scribe. I have millennia of torment in store for you. You will settle in just beautifully next to that hellspawn, Alistair in our darkest corner of space and time. We'll see just how important you think yourself then, won't we? And just so you know exactly why you'll be screaming in agony for the entirety of your sorry afterlife, hear this. Everything that you will suffer from this day on isn't for the humans you've hurt. It isn't for the countless Angels you've seen slaughtered. It isn't even for the thrive damned Winchesters. Everything that you have coming to you is all for Tessa, you sorry son of a bastard! Oh, what's one Reaper to you, right? Wrong! That Reaper was as good as my mother and because of you-!" My voice was choked off in desperation and despair. I would never forget that day. Seeing her lying on the floor like that, like done broken doll that some careless child didn't bother to pick up. My grief had been great, was still great. Death laid a gentle, comforting hand on my shoulder, brushing his mind against my own. It did little good. He was mourning too. Tessa had been his child, after all. A child that he had loved and trusted enough to give her the opportunity to raise me, his precious Master. The image of a disheveled Tessa holding up a pair of patent leather shoes desperately flashed through my mind, as did the hurt quick on its heels. My sweet Tessa. My expression turned fierce and nasty on the Angel once more, "You have a lot of hurt coming to you, Metatron."

Death nudged my attention back to Samuel and the quickly fading brother in his arms. Poor Sam... Once again, the Winchesters had nothing in store for then except heartbreak. What was it that the hunters always said?

'It either ends bloody or sad.'

Wasn't that the truth. But maybe... Maybe not this time. Perhaps this time, I could give the boys a little relief. The moment the ridiculous idea crossed our mind, I saw Death's eyes close slowly in despairing resignation.

"No."

"Oh, come now, love. Don't be so sour. I think he'll make a lovely addition to the fold."

"Please, no, Master." Begging from the so stoic Horseman? How... Sexy.

"We've been needing some new Reapers for a while now. So what do you say, my one? Shall we make some babies?" I asked, tossing him a saucy wink that only had the man sighing in both consternation and amusement.

"Very well, Master."

"Good, it's settled then."

Indeed it was. The least reward that I could give the two boys was to keep them together. Sure, they may have opposing natures but hadn't they always?

Samuel. Polite, more reserved, studious health conscious.

Dean. Fierce, somewhat lazy, willing to dip his "pen" into just about any "inkwell" that looked his way and could eat enough to feed a buffalo.

So different but they belonged together. Always. Samuel would make an excellent Reaper, I thought with a bright grin, giving the Angel one more vengeful shake for good measure.

~"Well, I'm an abridger, so I'm entitled to a few ideas of my own. Did they make it? Was the pirate ship there? You can answer it for yourself, but, for me, I say yes it was. And yes, they got away. And got their strength back and had lots of adventures and more than their share of laughs.But that doesn't mean I think they had a happy ending, either. Because, in my opinion, anyway, they squabbled a lot, and Buttercup lost her looks eventually, and one day Fezzik lost a fight and some hot-shot kid whipped Inigo with a sword and Westley was never able to really sleep sound because of Humperdinck maybe being on the trail.I'm not trying to make this a downer, understand. I mean, I really do think that love is the best thing in the world, next to cough drops. But I also have to say, for the umpty-umpth time, that life isn't fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all."―William Goldman,The Princess Bride

**PLEASE READ! Okay, so I understand that many of you have questions that remained unanswered in throughout the course of this fic and here are the answers you may be seeking.

Many of you have asked about the events of the Lucifer arc and the boys needing Death's ring, etc. The reason that I decided not to show those events in this fic is a rather simple one:

In the previous Death/Harry fic I wrote, I delved into those events quite thoroughly and when I decided to write this story, I wanted to write something that focused more on the relationship between Death and Harry rather than necessarily the Supernatural timeline itself. I wanted to write them as a couple more because in the last story, I didn't get to write as much of them together as I would have liked. This was always meant to be about the two of them together rather than following the Winchester boys themselves. Sorry for those of you who were hoping for more, and I hope my next fic doesn't let you down in the way that this one may have for some of you.

Thank you for your time and consideration!