A/N: This, of course, is long, LONG overdue. I think I knew it was the end when I started the chapter and that's why I didn't want to write it. It's my shortest chapter and I'll need to go back and fix it, make it better, give it more, what have you, but it's here. It's done, and so is this story, only to be revisited for touchups and additions further back in the story. It's been a ride with this one. And I thank all of you who've read this far. It means so much to me, and so does this story. For some people, it's nothing, a mere 23k words, no biggie. But, it's been a bitch for me to stretch out. I love writing, I do. I've just never written anything this long before, and I have only Supernatural, you all and the wonder that is Destiel to thank for it. Hit me up with any comments, reviews, questions or whatnot. I love you all. Until next time!

"They're so gross. They're all over each other." Sam gagged. Jess smiled and leaned into his shoulder.

"There's a reason for that, you know." She shook her head and kissed his shoulder lightly. "And, I mean, honestly, you were all over me for a while. I kind of miss it."

"I was never all over you like they're all over each other."

"It's not their fault that they've got some weird medical thing. Are you saying you wouldn't be doing that if it was us? If I was the Cas to your Dean?"

Sam made a face. "Ew. But, no. I would. Of course. You know that. I'd hold you and keep you safe and make sure that you never left my arms." He wrapped his arms around her. "I'd never let you go. If I didn't have to, I wouldn't."

Jess smiled brightly, turning into him even more. She giggled. "I love it when you're romantic."

Sam chuckled. "I know." He pressed his face into her hair, smelling the fruity shampoo he'd helped massage in that morning and the undertone of hospital that never seemed to leave her.

Down the hall, Dean was waking up, nine o'clock saturday morning felt like might help that Cas's body was pressed against his, his hair in Dean's face the soft smell of Cas reminding him of speeding down country roads, dirt and a thrill Dean wanted to experience. He smiled, feeling a sense of content he was so unfamiliar with, and still so unsure of, but so confident that this, right now, right here, was right that he didn't care to think of the future.

The hospital was a weird place. It was full of so many honest confessions and last minute proposals and sobs and prayers. It was full of love, even moreso than parks or homes or churches. It was full of honest love.

Those who came to visit, loved whomever they were visiting. On some level, they loved them. They went out of their way to visit.

There are so many weddings conducted for dying cancer patients and other terminal fiances who are caught between everything they've ever wanted and the end that came much sooner than they'd hoped.

And there were people like Sam and Jess who had only come together because of this hospital.

And then there were people like Cas and Dean, who were a sort of miracle and a weird coincidence wrapped into one. Whose stories got passed down through nurses and whispers in the halls. They were never forgotten like the other lives that came and went through these rooms.

Even when they finally were allowed to leave, Cas able to go an entire day without Dean (Dean wouldn't allow a night trial), they didn't really leave. Doctors from everywhere still wanted to analyze the DNA, the brain structures, the compatibility, the genetic makeup of their skin. They kept in touch with the hospital, their legacy continuing on through monthly, biannual, annual visits.

But the hospital wasn't their only life.

They spent days lazing around the mechanic shop, Cas running the register or fixing up bikes or late at night his hands guided under Dean's knowing ones to the right gauge to tighten and the right screw to loosen. Dean would walk by Cas almost subconsciously every hour, his hand ghosting over exposed skin just to remind Cas that he was okay, that he was awake.

On their days off, they went for drives through back country roads, the backseat of Dean's car imprinted with the shape of their bodies or Cas's motorcycle left abandoned a few feet away from the patch of grass flattened by their weights.

Nights went by easier for both of them. Dean hardly had nightmares anymore with a consistent human blanket that smelled of home and comfort to wake up to, and Cas could hardly remember nights before Dean, where there weren't late night clutchings or unconscious kisses or whispered I love you's.

One day far down the road, Cas asked Dean to marry him. The ceremony was small.

And only months after that day, Dean told Cas he wanted to adopt a little girl.

And two years and six interviews later, they were finally getting their beautiful blonde baby girl, Mary Claire.

Sam and Jess got married that year, having put it off so Sam could go back and finish graduate school. The next year their boy, Michael, was born.

Some days were hard for all of them. But all their endings were happy enough.

Cas went in his sleep, as Dean had worried he would. And Dean followed, dying of a heart attack only a week later. Jess died of a disease she picked up in the hospital and Sam of a rare cancer only a couple months before Jess went.

They all saw their grandkids, and they all told the stories of how they met:

"Grandpa Dean was a dumbass, he didn't check his blindspot before he backed out of his parking spot, and he hit this biker…"

And Dean would lean into Cas, shakingly grab his hand, and press his lips to it as he did for the first time all those years ago and smile at the biker he fell in love with.