AN: Welp, here it is. The last chapter of PWS. This is the short wrap up of the story. I hope you all enjoy. :)

The sound of birds singing woke Dipper, and he groaned as he opened his eyes. His body felt like there were thousands of little feathers wiggling against his skin, making him itch horribly.

He sat up and found that the demon had dumped him on a bridge somewhere. It was made of wood and painted a soft gray, the paint chipped here and there but otherwise fairly new. The color blended well with the world around him, as everything had a gray tint to it from the small amount of sunlight peeking up over the mountains. Balthazar had clearly teleported Dipper somewhere kind of far, because the scene looked like some sort of hiking trail up north.

It was pretty at least. Everything was lively and even with the lack of color from the sun, Dipper could tell that all of the plants were a vibrant green, some sporting spots of colorful flowers. The small river that was flowing beneath him was calm and was only about a foot deep, the crystal clear water letting him see the small fish in it occasionally swim by.

He took a deep breath of the chilly air and found it to be pretty humid, but figured it was because of the water just below him.

It would be okay with him if everyone took their time to get to him. It place was definitely not the worst that Balthazar could have left him.

Sleep and food would've been nice though, so he figured it might be good to get up and at least try to find out where he was. There was a possibility that there was somewhere close by that had someone or something that could help him.

The only problem was when Dipper tried to stand up, he would flop right back down. His limbs felt like jello and refused to do more than just sit. Once he gave up on trying to move, Dipper just let his legs dangle off the edge of the bridge, leaning onto the railing that was at about chest height.

"Tired?"

His head whipped to the side, where Bill was suddenly sitting next to him.

Dipper felt too many emotions all at once at the sight of the demon, so he chose to just laugh.

"I'll take that as a yes." Bill scooted a little closer to him and cleared his throat. "I wasn't expecting you to be up and moving, honestly. I'm glad to see you're okay."

"Well, really I can't stand up, so that's not very good, but I do feel all right other than that." He gave a smile and kicked his legs, nervous about what he wanted to say next.

Would Bill actually want to stay? Balthazar had hammered it into his head pretty hard that Bill would leave him once everything was taken care of. But if that were true, then why was Bill sitting so close to him? Why would Bill even come to rescue him? And why would he have kissed him like that in the Mindscape?

Dipper had to just suck it up and ask.

"I want to stay," Bill said suddenly. He looked over at Dipper and he could see the worry in the blond's eyes. "Here. W-with you." He cleared his throat and laughed a little. "You make me nervous. You make me warm. You're quick witted, adorable, and I hate you for it. Which is exactly why I need to stay here. Pine Tree, this body wants you to be constantly in its arms. I want you there, too."

He stared at Bill for a moment, dumbfounded. "Yo-you really feel that way?"

Bill laughed again, that time with a hint of sadness. "I do. It's so bad that I made a deal with your sister to try and flirt with you! Can you believe that? She's been helpful, though. Not a waste of a deal." His eyes widened and he smiled sheepishly. "I know you said no deals, but-"

Dipper laughed loudly, cutting Bill off. The other stared at him oddly for a moment, waiting for Dipper to calm down.

"Jeez, and here I thought I was the only idiot. I made a deal with Clyde to try and flirt with you, Bill. He wasn't very helpful, though. I've been stiffed, and I'm not surprised."

"I bet he wanted to make me jealous in return, right?" Bill chuckled.

Dipper nodded and laughed again. "That's pretty much it." He wiped his eyes clear of the tears that had formed from laughing and sighed. "It's been a few days. My head is fuzzy and I'm freaking starving, but at least this place is pretty."

The two stared out into the river, just enjoying the other's company and the scenery. The sun had risen a little higher, bathing the world around them in a golden color that made Bill's hair glow like a halo.

"Have I missed anything while I was gone?" He asked quietly, as if not to disrupt the peaceful world around them.

"Not really," Bill said equally as soft, "it's only been like, three and a half days. Star is worried sick, as is Sixer, but I'm pretty sure they know I have you by now."

"Okay. Balthazar must've at least kept me hydrated then," he huffed. "I just wish he knew what food was."

Bill placed a hand on his back and rubbed it lightly. "Wanna go home then? We can be there in a second." He raised his hand looking ready to snap his fingers, but waited until Dipper answered him.

"Not quite yet. Food can wait. I don't know when anything in my life will be as peaceful as it is right now again, so I want to enjoy it a bit longer. Plus I'd like to let my head clear up some more. Details are fuzzy." He hummed contently as the rubbing continued, letting himself drape over the railing lazily.

"Okay, Pine Tree." Bill audibly gulped. "So, then, you want me to stay?"

Dipper ran the question over in his head. Of course he wanted Bill to stay. The demon was practically his boyfriend at that point, and he wasn't about to let that go.

"Yes, Bill. All those things you said that I do to you, you do to me too. I don't think I'd handle it very well if you left, honestly."

"Good." Bill's hand was suddenly on the side of his face, and soon after, Dipper was pulled into a kiss.

It was so warm, so inviting, and so welcome. For the first time, Dipper leaned back into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Bill's neck as they both hummed into it.

When they finally let up, Bill pressed his forehead to Dipper's and lightly rubbed his thumb over Dipper's cheek. "Let's go home soon, then."

"He said what!?" Mabel squealed excitedly as she jumped a little next to Dipper's bed.

The two had been left alone, mostly because Mabel demanded some "twin time", and Dipper had just finished telling her about sitting on the bridge with Bill.

"That's so romantic! Oh my gosh! I wish I had a picture of that!" She plopped down on the bed and crossed one leg over the other, smiling wider than Dipper thought she even could. "Bill's staying with you, Clyde's staying here to help me make sweaters- don't ask, I needed the extra labor- and you're home safe! Life's good today, Bro-Bro!"

"It really is. Did grunkle Ford say when he was leaving?"

She slapped at her knees and bounced a bit. "He's not leaving for another week, because he kind of told grunkle Stan about everything, so now he's on his way down to probably try and punch Bill in the face. But that's okay! We can talk it all out!"

Dipper groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. "Oh boy, that'll be fun."

"It will! Because mom and dad will be home too! They wanted to see their uncles, and dad's off for a few days, so the house will be packed with the Pines family!"

He groaned even louder and put his hands over his face. "Kill me now," he chuckled.

Mabel booped his knee and giggled. "Nope! I will suggest that you get some sleep though, bro. You have bags under your eyes again. Heck, your bags have bags. Do you want me to send Bill in?"

"Please. And thank you Mabel. I don't know what you all did to save me, but I know you stopped at nothing to help me. Awkward sibling hug?"

She threw her arms around him, effectively crushing him a bit. "Sibling hug!" When she moved away, she nearly jumped off the bed and ran to the door, all while quickly saying, "I may have not helped in the end because there was a spider in my hair that was really big and gross and I'm leaving before you process this, so bye!"

The door slammed shut behind her, and Dipper just smiled at it. Spiders are pretty gross.

Not too long after, Bill came in and immediately took off his shirt and crawled into bed with Dipper.

"Was your shower and breakfast good?" Bill pulled Dipper into a tight cuddle, one hand on his waist and the other in his hair, running his fingers through his alight curls.

"Mm, yeah. Very refreshing," Dipper murmured.

Bill kissed his forehead and took a deep breath. "Good. Ready to sleep? I can give you any dream you want. We can fly, we can go to Paris, or we could snoop around other people's heads and freak them out-"

"No," Dipper laughed. "No freaking people out. Can uh, can you make a dream about the bridge?"

"Doubting my abilities," he scoffed playfully. "Of course I can."

"Then that's what I want." He paused for a moment and whined a little. "My family is all going to be here over the next week."

Bill fixed a lock of Dipper's hair that had fallen over his face. "So?"

"So, you're going to be meeting my family. Stan is going to be here. Chances are he's not going to be happy with you. I don't even know how you got Ford to be okay with you, but Stan might not be as easy to sway."

"Oh hush, Pine Tree. We'll figure it out when it comes. Stop stressing about the future. Think about right now. Think about me," he purred.

Dipper laughed and pushed at the blond a little without actually trying to push him away. "I am, you creep. Hard not to think about someone who's right up against you. Anyway, you think you're ready to meet my family? Will you behave?"

Bill looked mildly offended and rolled his eyes. "Of course I will. And seriously, it'll be fine. Stop worrying. You need sleep now, okay? Let's go back to the bridge."

"Yeah, okay," Dipper nodded. "You're right. It'll come when it comes. Let's go to the bridge." Really any dream would be good, so long as they were both in it, but Dipper had liked the scene.

The two got more comfortable and made sure the comforter was about up to their shoulders. It nearly covered Dipper's face while Bill only had it up to his neck. The arrangement was warm though, so Dipper didn't complain. He could lay like that forever.

"Sleep well, Dipper. See you on the bridge."

"See you on the bridge."

And just like that Dipper was asleep comfortably in Bill's arms, ready to face whatever might come next.

AN: Thank you, everyone who stuck this out with me. Though this fic is far from my best, it was my first. It helped me grow as a writer, and was my stepping stone to where I am now. There's a lot of loose ends to this, and honestly it's a bit of a mess, but I love it wholly. There were so many, TOO many, directions I wanted to take this, so that's why some things that were mentioned or brought up didn't really come back. I just needed to wrap this up.

I may re-write it someday to clean it up and make it make more sense, but for now this is it, friends.

Thanks to Triangulumhotdangulum (on AO3) for the pictures of Clyde being obsessed with, and trying to date, his sweater. I'd share a link but they were just shared over Instagram messaging :p They gave me a good laugh and I love them 3

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