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Their time in the sky had been wonderful. Dean was so happy to have his Castiel back. He doubt there could have been a time he was ever happier in his life before. Their future, though just hours before looked bleak, couldn't look any brighter now. He was convinced that they could work it out. Their love was an epic one and could transcend anything. A few minutes later, they flashed back into their bedroom. There was already a loud banging on their door. In split seconds, both angels had their clothes on. In a panic, Dean swung the door open. Sam was there, looking annoyed.

"Where is it," Sam spat.

"Where's what," Dean asked, confused.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Our lube Dean."

"Oh," Dean smiled. He flashed the lube into his hands, handing it to his brother. "Sorry, we sorta borrowed it."

Sighing in frustration, Sam reached out and grabbed it and then promptly dropped it to the floor. "Ewe! It's wet." He looked at his brother in disgust. "That had better have been KY. But just in case, keep it. It's yours." He stepped away from the door. "Kevin," he called out loudly. "We gotta run to the store! And we're getting supplies for the reunited angels while we're at it!"

"Really," Kevin cried out, the tone of his voice annoyed. "Man, let's just use lotion!"

"Fuck that," Sam replied. "You know I don't like that."

"Yeah, maybe in your old age. But you were just fine with it twenty years ago!"

"I may look young now Kevin," Sam started. "But I'm still old and I'm set in my ways dammit! So get your ass dressed and let's get to the store!"

"Shut up you guys," Dean heard Adam yelling. "I don't wanna hear about how you guys prefer fucking. Jeez, I gotta get out of here for a little while."

Dean sighed, closing the doors and throwing up a sound barrier, not wanting to hear Kevin and his brother talking about their impending mating ritual. He felt sorry for Adam. He couldn't block them out like he could.

"Well, that was something," Cas said with a laugh, leaning back in the chair at the desk.

"Yeah, tell me about it."

"Why should I have to tell you about it Dean? You were there, you heard the same thing I did." Cas shook his head. "Sometimes Dean, you might want to pull your head out of your ass."

Dean looked at Cas, deadpanned. "Cas, by this point you should know that's just a phrase we hum…" He stopped himself, remembering he was no longer human. "…It's just a phrase people use Cas." He laughed at Cas's inability to fully grasp the intricacies of the English language.

Laughter filled the room. "I know Dean. I'm just messing with you."

Dean shook his head, grinning. "Sometimes your literal take on things is refreshing babe." He then held his hand out to Cas. "So… wanna go for a walk with me angel?"

"Sure," Cas said, taking Dean's hand.

Once outside the bunker, they walked in the cool night air down the street. For several minutes, they just walked hand in hand in silence, neither of them completely sure of what to say.

"So," Dean said.

"So," Cas echoed.

"I saw what you did to Crowley, as you know." Dean was grinning as he said, no hint of jealousy in his voice. "That dominant side of you is pretty damn hot. I mean, I thought you were dominant before, but fuck!"

"Yeah, guess I learned a few things."

"So did I, actually, right before they took away my leader of the reapers status."

"Oh," Cas asked, curious.

"Yeah, I had a three way with you and another reality's Dean."

Cas stopped walking abruptly, facing Dean. "Whoa," he said. "Well, that's something I'd like to see some time."

Dean grinned. "Maybe some time." He paused and then as he remembered something from that encounter, he said, "So, ever heard of a rim job?"

Cas shook his head, confused. "Does it have something to do with tires?"

Dean laughed. "No, remind me to show you later," he said with a sly wink.

They walked for a few more minutes in silence when Cas spoke up again. "You know, I didn't have sex with Crowley just because I was horny. I didn't have any desire to do that really. I'm not sure if you knew that or not."

"No, I didn't know there was another reason," Dean told him. "I showed up a few minutes after it started and left as soon as it was over. What happened?"

"Well, let me just say, I have a hot video to show you later," Cas said, gripping his hand before letting it go and throwing his arm around over Dean's shoulders and pulling him closer as they walked in peaceful silence, the stars and the distant headlights their only companions in the night.

It was only a few minutes later, as Sam's and Kevin's car passed them on their way back to the bunker from the store, when it happened.

The earth began to shake violently and lightning struck in a raining fiery of madness. All color was temporarily stripped from the world around them, making everything seem black and white for several seconds. And though it was night, there was plenty of color to be seen by the angels with their superior vision. A piercing noise assaulted their ears, causing them to drop to their knees in agony.

But the agony was short lived. It lasted mere seconds. They barely had time to wonder what it was that had happened when Gabriel was suddenly before them.

"Guys," he said, his voice filled with urgency and panic.

"What's going on," Cas asked, his eyes wide in shock.

"It's Purgatory," he said.

"What about it," Dean asked, feeling dread swell up in the bottom of his gut.

"Somehow," Gabriel started, his chest heaving. "It broke."

Cas stepped closer to him, his face twisted in worry and confusion. "What do you mean it broke? What is going on? What happened?"

Gabriel started at him for a few seconds before answering. "It means our world and Purgatory are one world now. That's what's happened."

"What? How?" Cas was pacing back and forth even as an aftershock shook the ground softly beneath his feet.

Dean looked down the street, seeing a speeding car heading their way. When it got close enough, Dean could see that it was Sam and Kevin. As they came to a stop, they piled out of the car, the key still in the ignition.

"Dean," Sam cried out. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Dean replied. "What about you and Kevin?"

"We're good," Kevin said. "What happened?"

"It's Purgatory," Dean said. "It's somehow merged with our world."

"Impossible," Kevin shouted.

"No it's not," came a voice that stopped Dean's heart dead. "It took me a while, but I managed to get out." He shrugged slightly. "I guess it had some nasty side effects."

Everyone froze as they saw what was now amongst their midst. Dean didn't see who or what it was. Whatever it was, it was behind him. But he didn't have to see him, to see it. He didn't have to see that golden, colossal behemoth. He didn't have to see the huge metallic golden wing span, to see that cold, evil face. He would know that voice anywhere.

"Zavid," he whispered, slowly turning around.

"Hello my Dean," Zavid said, licking his lips suggestively. "Missed me?"

Suddenly, Castiel was in front of Zavid. "He's not your Dean," he said, as he drew back his arm and with all his might, threw a punch so hard into the monster's face, it sent him flying at least ten feet away. The golden monster hit the ground hard, sending earth and rock flying several feet into the sky.

"Not this asshole again," Sam yelled.

"What are we going to do," Kevin asked.

"Well," Gabriel said, smiling. "Let's see how he does against two archangels and a seriously pissed off angel boyfriend." He looked at Cas and then at Dean. Both of them nodded and instantly, they flashed, surrounding Zavid.

Dean threw a force field, surrounding the four of them and encompassing hundreds of feet, but managing to keep Sam and Kevin on the outside of it. He couldn't bare it if they got hurt during this fight and he was unable to help them.

It wouldn't take long for Sam to realize he was blocked from being able to help and it annoyed him to no end to not be able to be there for his brother.

As Zavid got up, Dean was the first to land a hit on him. Dean could have done any number of things. He could have sent a beam of angelic energy at him, sending him flying and hitting the force field with a pang of agony. He could have seen how he would deal with having his wings crushed and broken beneath sound waves generated solely for him. Hell, he could have teleported his heart out of his body and see how he dealt with that.

But he did what came most satisfying to him, what came most instinctively to him. He punched him squarely in the face, just as Cas had. But there was such power in the force of the punch, that it sent the monster's head spinning all the way around.

Zavid screamed out in pain but it didn't take him long to take his head by both hands and turn it around in a sickening twist. He looked at Dean in such a fury, that if he had still been human, it would have sent him to his knees out of unadulterated trepidation. But as he wasn't human, he just looked on Zavid with anger and hatred.

And then Zavid struck back. He swung his fist at Dean while his wings struck out at Gabriel and Cas. Dean should have ducked. And he would have. But he was worried for Cas and for Gabriel too. Instead of evading the hit coming his way and trusting his mate and his brother to do the same, he yelled out a warning to them.

Cas and Gabriel flashed, narrowly dodging the metallic wings that could chop them in half. But Dean got hit in the face. He was sent flying into his own force field. Dean felt bones in his shoulders break, along with a few of his ribs as he fell into the ground from more than ten feet up.

Gabriel and Cas continued their assault on Zavid, not letting the monster get close to Dean. For a few minutes, it looked like they were holding their own. But then Zavid summoned a huge cloud of fire, surrounding him, engulfing the angels in flames while leaving its conjurer unscathed.

They screamed in pain, dropping to the ground. Zavid ignored them as he made his way to Dean, who was just now getting to his feet.

Dean was shaking at first, but managed still himself as he let loose his wings in a threatening matter, trying to intimidate Zavid. But it didn't intimidate him. All it seemed to do was amuse him.

"Oooooh," he said with a grin. "You are an angel now." He paused. "No, wait a minute…" His eyes grew wide in surprise. "…You're an archangel. You possess Lucifer's grace." If it was possible, Zavid's grin grew wider. "My brothers had such fun with him."

"You're a monster," Dean said.

"Why, thank you," Zavid said back to him, stepping closer to him.

Dean grew nervous, as he was within reach of Zavid now. He was an archangel now, the strongest in fact, but he still wasn't entirely sure he could take him. And he certainly wasn't going to do what he did last time to vanquish him. He would never, could never do that to Cas again.

But he did have an idea.

Before the golden freak could do anything else, Dean's hand was deep inside Zavid's chest. He didn't shove it in with sheer force. He teleported ever so slightly, so that only his arm was inside him. Gripping the organ inside tightly and with brutal strength, he yanked it out. He looked at what passed for the monster's heart and crushed it. Then for good measure, he threw it to the ground and set it aflame with his heavenly with just a thought, burning it to ashes.

Zavid's face had contorted in pain, and he even roared out. But he didn't drop to the ground as Dean had hoped. Dean would have backed up more, but he was already pushed up against his own force field. He could even hear Sam banging on the other side, screaming to let him in so that he could help. But he ignored his brother as Zavid recovered from the pain. Looking at Dean in a twisted rage, he picked him up off the ground.

But before Zavid could do anything to him, Dean flashed out of his grasp, appearing on the other side of the battle field inside the force field. Seconds later, Gabriel and Castiel were standing in front of him, chests heaving, but recovered for the most part from Zavid's hellish fire.

"I will have you," Zavid screamed, as he began walking toward them. "I will have you over and over, archangel or no archangel. You will think last time was like lovemaking compared to what I have in mind for you Dean. And I will see everyone you love crushed dead beneath my feet."

"I don't think so," came a new voice. The voice boomed loudly throughout the area, impossible not to be heard.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, even Zavid, to look at the new guest among them. Dean felt his heart skip at the sight of him. Maybe everything was going to be okay after all."

"Chuck," Sam cried out, a smile forming on his face.

"No," Kevin said. "God."

Sam looked at him, bewildered. "What? How do you know that?"

"I don't know," Kevin answered, clearly puzzled himself. "I just… I just do."

"Master," Zavid cried out, dropping to his knees. "You have returned for me."

Chuck nodded. "Yes, I believe we have some unfinished business."

Zavid nodded eagerly. "I am yours. I am always yours!"

"Wait there for me," Chuck said, and then he flashed over to Dean.

Dean couldn't help but notice how Zavid looked over at him with a renewed anger as Chuck appeared next to him, but he no longer felt nervous about him.

"Don't worry," Chuck whispered into his ear. "I will take care of him."

"Does that mean," Dean started.

"It means that I will take care of him and that you will never have to see him again. No one ever will after tonight," Chuck said, with a tone of finality to his voice. His voice grew kinder as he spoke his next words. "I am really sorry for all that has happened to you and all the Winchesters." He then looked at both Gabriel and Cas and then back at Dean. "You guys have the means to fix what has happened with Purgatory. Let me handle Zavid."

He then flashed away from them and over to Zavid. Touching him on the shoulder, he gave them one final look, even as Zavid stared at him with mindless adoration, and then they disappeared.

It would be centuries before they would see God again.

But in the meantime, they had plenty to do. Dean dropped the force field. Sam immediately ran over to them, checking on him and making sure he was okay.

"I'm alright, I'm alright," Dean assured him. "I heal fast now, remember?"

Sam nodded. "Good."

Dean pulled his brother in for a tight hug, patting him on the back. "In case I haven't said it lately, you're a good brother Sammy."

"Duh," Sam replied, laughing.

"So what are we going to do now guys," Kevin asked.

"What we do every day," Dean said.

"Try to save the world," Cas finished for him.

Gabriel smiled. "Well, sounds fun. Count me in."

They got to work immediately. Eventually, they would fix Purgatory as it was before. It took years actually, but it got done. Countless lives were lost, but as usual, life went on.

Eternity stretched out before Cas and Dean and eventually, in a century or so, they only had each other and Sam became a wonderful memory. Eventually, Sam opted to age out with Kevin, wanting to finally see his heaven and rid himself of his worldly mortal tethers. His happiest day would include his favorite and sexiest man at his side and his brother always in his corner. But they had each other and they always would.

Their love grew stronger with each passing day. One day, while they lay in bed together on a rare day of absolute peace, Dean looked over at Cas, smiling, and said, "You know what I'm craving?"

Cas smiled. "Pie?"

Dean nodded his head. "Pie."

That was their life. Fight. Love. Each other's arms. And pie. It was a beautiful life.

And the road went on.

...THE END…

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