AN: I feel the need to thank all of my muses and helpers on this chapter first, because there were quite a few of them. First off, as always, I thank Padawan-BubbyKenobi for reviewing, along with Marsali4. I also thank FallenAngel10086 for favoriting/alerting this fic, and I'll explain why you are super important at the end when I let everyone have a go at my lame excuses to taking so long to update.

I also must thank my boyfriend for his moral support and for the half sentence he wrote in my slashy scene (we've seen how I fail at those!). Thanks also to Devin for his edit help and Laura for not killing me, as well as finding one edit first. We all know how proud that made you, sister.

Lastly, I dedicate it to Jessica, because she is amazing and managed to read it, say "wow," and not tease me.

After two months, here we go with the last chapter/epilogue!

Adam

It felt strange that my mind chose this moment to have an epiphany that I had probably always known intuitively anyways: Chuck would always be my weakness. This awkward, dorky, half-crazy at times man would always completely own me. I would never, ever be able to deny him anything; I'd probably always known, but in this insane moment I felt it in every molecule of my being. And as I dragged him onto the bed with me, straddling him as we kissed almost frantically and entirely lustily, I knew that I really didn't mind being owned when it felt this good.

So good, but it was backed by an ache that seemed to come from my very soul. I clutched him as close to me as I could as I tried to erase the pain of existing without him. It was working, too, on a level I didn't even completely understand. It was like my soul could feel the proximity of his soul, and each second that we remained blissfully connected healed me even more. The thought of being separated, of lacking this connection, was unimaginable—like a nightmare, a figment of an extremely frightened imagination. Nothing was real but this.

Even on a purely (though not so pure…) physical level, this still felt damn good. Well, eons past good and more in the realm of mind-blowingly brilliant. Our tongues swirled around each other, his taste alone nearly driving me mad. I wanted to go farther—oh God how I wanted it—but it had been so long and my mind had completely forgotten at this point that more pleasure even existed. How could it when the only thing in the world was his mouth on mine?

I remembered very quickly, however, when I felt his hardness digging almost painfully into my thigh. I reached between us and grasped it, making him gasp even though the contact was only through jeans. I hurriedly set about fixing that, fumbling with the button and zipper before I tugged his pants down, pulling his boxers down along with them. He moaned as I took hold of his swollen cock, precome smearing on the tip. He began to tug at my jeans and I hissed—the sound swallowed in our increasingly messy and passionate kiss—as I felt the cold air reach my hardened member. I bit down on his lip as his hand closed over it, desire building in me until I threatened to explode. "Fuck," I moaned, "it has been way too long." Chuck moaned his agreement of this sentiment as I kissed him again, tasting every inch of his mouth before pulling away once again. I grinned at the sight of his lust darkened eyes, leading down to kiss him briefly once more. Then, before he could fully comprehend the shift, I lowered myself down and took his cock into my mouth.

Of two things I was at once certain: one, that my imagination was amazingly accurate, and all of my wet dreams in the last six months had been pretty damn realistic. Second, that imagination was overrated and reality was so much better. He gasped in shock and released his hold on my cock, but was quick to thread his hands in my hair. He moaned once again, the sound loud in the surrounding quiet of the house, and I idly wondered somewhere in the back of my mind if the rest of the house knew that he was here. If not, I wondered just what they were thinking right now….? But in the end my activities were too distracting, and I wanted to focus my full attention on my lover anyways.

His hands clenched in my hair and followed my head's path as it bobbed up and down, my mouth almost letting him slide fully out before dipping back down. I took him in until it scraped the very back of my throat before pulling away to run my tongue over the head, the salty precome leaving a tangy taste on my tongue. He arched up as I sucked hard on the tip and, when I could tell he was close to coming, I pulled away. He let out a disappointed whimper, too far gone to voice his disapproval articulately. My heart swelled with a strange mix of love, pride, and mischief because I knew that I had made him feel this way, that only I would ever make him feel this good. I kissed him, conveying the love I felt for him in much more fun ways than words, before breaking it off. "I want you to come with me inside you," I explained, and this time he moaned in anticipation.

I kissed at his neck, his skin salty from sweat, and bit down. He moaned as I licked over the mark and I grinned. I bit and kissed my way down his neck and chest before pulling back once more. "Now?" He nodded, eyes still closed, his head tilted back. I stuck three of my fingers in my mouth, sucking on them before pushing one inside his tight entrance. He groaned as I pushed slowly in and out, waiting for the muscles to relax a bit before I pushed in a second finger, a third… He was squirming restlessly under me and whimpered when I pulled my fingers out. Quick to please I positioned myself and slipped inside of him, the tight heat driving me insane.

I tried to go slow at first, but I lost all semblance of control when he gasped "harder" and tried to drag me closer, his nails digging into my sides. I kissed him roughly as I pounded into him, hot tight pleasure/pain driving us closer and closer to the edge. Crying out he came first, tightening around my cock. That last jolt of pleasure sent me over the edge as well and I came, biting into his shoulder as my world exploded.

When my mind regained a fuzzy form of thought and my muscles stopped quivering I shifted off of him. I lay on my side next to him, my arms wrapped around him as I kissed him deeply again. There was nothing in my world but him next to me, his naked body pressed against mine, our lazy kisses writing the history of our universe. We lay there together, happy and reveling in the complete feeling that came from being together, for ages. Still, eventually, and far too soon, my wits returned.

In a rush the rest of reality returned to my mind. More than one life-changing event had taken place yesterday; though the babies being born and Chuck coming back seemed like they belonged in two separate lifetimes, they actually had happened within the space of an hour or so. "You have to meet them!"

"Who?" he asked with a cute little confused look on his face. God, how I'd missed him…

I sat up and dragged him with me, stumbling into a pair of jeans. "The twins! Chris- I haven't even held him yet- and Faith- I named her!" I could feel myself buzzing with excitement; it was like a super sugar high.

As I dragged him through the hall I glanced into the nursery of sorts (leftover from the era of baby Sam and Dean), but as I had expected the twins weren't in there. We were halfway down the stairs when I realized something. "They don't know you're back yet, do they?"

Chuck shook his head. "No. I wanted to talk to you first…"

I could see that he was worried to face their reactions- especially now that he had seen mine- so I took his hand and smiled. "They'll be glad you're back." I wasn't entirely sure that was true, but it appeared to at least make him feel better.

Everyone was, as always, in the kitchen; maybe because it was our seemingly official unofficial cultural center or possibly just because it was tummy tribute time. I wasn't sure what to do: linger in the doorway until jaws started dropping or pretend everything was normal? I chose the latter (mainly because I was hungry and the pancakes Mary was cooking this morning smelled mouth-wateringly delicious) and took my place at the table. Chuck sat down quietly next to me. He looked almost as nervous as he had the first time we'd met- and it was just as adorable now as it had been then. My stomach erupted in fluttery butterflies and I wanted to hug him close, but I resisted the urge because as of yet no one had noticed him. By the time I'd piled our plates with as many pancakes as I thought we could stomach without puking (and then some, because if eating all these pancakes killed me I would die a happy man) everything had fallen silent. I took advantage of the shock to study everyone before all hell broke loose.

Crowley was missing; no doubt he was bored with all the happy baby warm and fuzzy feelings and disgusted by the fact that one-sixth of their essence was his. Becky, was missing as well, hopefully resting in bed as I had made sure to order her to yesterday despite—or maybe thanks to—my autopilot state of mind. Dean was holding a sleeping Faith, Sam holding Christopher, and Bobby, John, Mary, and Cas were crowded around them as closely as was possible. The silence ended when Chris started to cry. Before anyone could get jolted too quickly out of shock I took him from Sam, rocking him gently. "Shh, it's okay," I cooed. I'd almost be embarrassed if I hadn't seen the way John and Bobby had cooed over my baby brothers; children reduced all men to this eventually. "It's okay, baby. Did all that quiet scare you? I guess it would, considering this house probably hasn't been that scarily quiet yet in your lifetime, huh? You're barely a day old and you're already used to craziness! What a little survivor you are!" He seemed to calm down with my words, his sniffles eventually subsiding into a simple yawn. I glanced up to see everyone watching me with expressions ranging from incredulity (my brothers) to amusement (John and Cas) to pride (Mary and Bobby). I held the baby that was somehow amazingly my son out so that Chuck could see him. "Chuck, meet Christopher. He's yours too," I commented unnecessarily. "Right buddy?" I asked the baby, knowing he couldn't answer.

I heard a laugh and looked up to see Dean shaking his head at me. "What?" I asked defensively, instinctively holding the baby closer.

"Nothing," Dean defended, holding his hands up. "I just thought maybe one of my little brothers wasn't a total dork, but of course I was wrong."

I rolled my eyes. "Say that when you have a kid someday. Well, then again, this one does belong partially to your boyfriend, so he's sort of yours too."

Dean rolled his eyes. "They do not need another parent; they're gonna be fucked up enough just being raised by this family."

"Language!" Mary admonished, at which Dean rolled his eyes like a petulant teenager. "Around the babies," she amended.

"Yes Mom," Dean agreed monotonously, retaliating as Sam wacked him upside the head. A scuffle broke out between the two "adults" and the atmosphere around the table relaxed back to (almost) normal once more. The conversation went back to our usual banter as everyone avoided the subject of Chuck's unexpected return. No one seemed to want to be the first to bring it up, and he was even quieter than usual, but as time passed it became more and more clear which side each person was on.

My brothers, protective as always, would barely glance in his direction. Mary looked worried, but after seeing me smile she decided that at present it was better to take middle ground and not pick a side. John, like me, seemed to be evaluating the reactions of his family and eventually seemed to decide to hold a wary middle ground with Mary- always the puppy trailing meekly after his wife, and once again I was thankful for it. Bobby was entirely on my side: Chuck was back, we were happy. Every person that was kept safe within our borders was a cause of celebration for him. Cas, always Dean's better half, seemed to feel the same as Bobby; thankful for another person saved, no matter who it was. I did notice him casting curious glances at Chuck, though, as he'd obviously picked up on the lack of godly energy. I smiled and shifted closer to him, just thankful that my boyfriend was all mine now, forever.

Halfway through breakfast Becky appeared in the doorway holding a little pink burrito that I assumed was Faith.

"Becks, what are you doing up?" I accused, my eyes narrowing. "You just had twins, you should be in bed! You need to rest!"

She rolled her eyes. "I got hungry." She looked exhausted and happily dropped into Mary's seat as soon as she jumped up to make more pancakes. "Why's everyone so quiet?" she demanded after a moment, and I realized that besides the sounds of Mary working in the kitchen behind us there was no other noise. Everyone was watching Becky for her reaction to Chuck, but so far she was as oblivious as always- twice as much, maybe, because she was tired. Chris was squirming again, uncomfortable in the silence, and I gently began to rock him back and forth.

"Um, hi Becks," Chuck finally said quietly from next to me, and she glanced over.

"Oh, Chucky!" she exclaimed happily. "Good to see you." She held out the baby to him and, looking confused, Chuck took her. "When'd you get back?"

Everyone was staring at Becky as if she had grown two heads (myself included) as she began to chat with Chuck as if his sudden appearance was the most natural thing in the world. I gave her an appreciative smile that she might have entirely missed, but then again, maybe she hadn't—with Becky I could never be sure.

"Oh, um, last night," he said carefully.

"Great!" She laughed. "You lucky person, you missed all the screaming and gore it took to produce those little monsters." She punctuated her words with an adoring smile at the babies that Chuck and I now held. "So, what do you think of them?"

"They're perfect," he told her. I wondered if he truly thought that or if he was just grateful that Becky was treating him the same as always. Hers was the first amiable greeting he'd gotten, after all, sans the babies. They had no clue what was going on, poor darlings.

She grinned. "I know." She took Chris back from me and smiled down at him, dropping conversation for the moment. Everyone else followed suit, dropping into their own silences.

After a while I couldn't take it anymore. "So…" I carefully broke into everyone's thoughtfulness. Contrary to what I'd felt before, I didn't need to know any details about Chuck's last six months. He loved me and he was here; that was all that I needed to be happy. Well, that and… "Everybody's cool now then?"

This was met with the same varying and undecided expressions as before. Only Dean made some effort to outright answer my question; he glared prissily at me for a while. My best guess was that he was not pleased with me for forcing him to make an important decision on a semi-empty stomach. Because with Dean it always really came down to his car or his stomach, and his car didn't really apply here. (Well, or sex, but he had his angel for that, and I really, really didn't want to think about it—that only led to memories of his revenge for when I had "interrupted"…)

When he was done glaring at me he shifted his gaze to Chuck. I realized that we really were totally a family of queens, 'cause everyone was waiting dramatically with bated breath for what Dean would say. He, of course, followed the badass standard and ignored us entirely. "If I told you to get the hell outta here and never come back, would you?"

Chuck swallowed compulsively and glanced at me. "No," he said quietly.

Dean shrugged. "Well, then, not much I can do about it." He turned back to his pancakes and everyone around the table collectively relaxed a bit. "Well," Mary declared brightly, standing up. "Who wants pie?" And with that, the world fell back into its proper place. Just like in all those chick flicks my brother hated, our family was together, and everything was—for once—happy.

Epilogue

***Sixteen Years Later***

I sat on the porch watching as a group of the hunter children played football in the front yard. Well, the hunter version of football, which involved few rules and more injuries, but a variation of the game all the same.

The ball soared through the air towards one player near the goal line, but Faith leapt (far too high for a normal person to jump) and caught it, landing gracefully on her feet and darting past the boys before they had realized what had happened. Defenders farther down the line were quicker, though, and they moved to block her. Faith tossed the ball at Chris, a perfect pass… if only he'd been paying attention. He was staring off at something else in the distance, though, and the ball smacked right into his head. He went down like a ton of bricks but was on his feet again a few minutes later; he had hit his head far too many times for a simple football to keep him down.

Chris seemed to have gotten all the genes from me and Chuck; he was tall and lanky, all elbows and knees as he hadn't quite filled out yet (and I wasn't exactly sure that he was ever going to, either). No matter how much he ate—and Christopher did eat like a teenage boy, for sure—he never put on any weight, and each of his bones was easily felt when anyone hugged him. His hair was brown and always messy, matted easily by the wind or his many falls. Most of all, Chris was a clumsy little klutz; he could trip over his own feet while walking on a flat surface, something I'd had problems with as a child and Chuck most definitely could still relate to (though he tried to deny it). Chris was like Sam: he preferred books over hunting and would spend hours hiding away in corners as he read his way through Bobby's vast—and ever-growing—library. In all honesty, he probably couldn't have been less threatening if he tried.

In complete contrast, Faith seemed to have received all of the supernatural and powerful genes. She was as tall as her brother, but she had a more willowy figure. Her bones didn't stick out, but she was slim; she had a graceful figure. She was equally as graceful on her feet; I couldn't remember her ever tripping once, not even as a toddler. Her eyes were Chuck's, but her hair was long and a shiny white-blond. Her skin, a never-tanning pale color, seemed to endlessly shine in light or darkness alike. While angelically featured, she seemed to have some of Crowley in her personality, as she was always getting herself into trouble and experimenting with powers far, far beyond her capabilities. Cas and Crowley both took a shine to teaching her and hated each other twice as much for it; they endlessly competed for her undivided attentions and tried to win her over to their side of the light/dark spectrum. The rest of us had long learned to stay out of it and just let Faith decide; she danced back and forth between them, never staying in one place for long, driving them both sufficiently insane. I adored her.

As the game resumed I took the time to look and see what had stolen Chris' attention before. My jaw dropped and I stood slowly, trying to decide whether to feel panicked, angry, or hopeful. I decided to wait and see what he had to say first. "Hello, Adam," he greeted as he reached me.

"Bob," I acknowledged. "Or do you prefer God now? I'm never sure." Okay, so maybe I was a bit angrier than I should have been. So sue me.

He only chuckled at me, though. "Bob will be fine."

"So why are you here?" I asked, glancing over at the children. The boys—Christopher included this time—were all immersed in their game, but Faith had divided half of her attention to keep an eye on me. I could feel her indecision as she tried to decide whether or not to come to my aid, so I gave her a smile and she responded with a shrug before turning back to her game and promptly crushing the competition under her little pinky toe. That's my girl.

"I am merely stopping by to tell you that my work here is done," Bob said, pulling my attention back to our conversation.

I analyzed that statement for a moment, letting it sink in. "Your work here?"

"Here on Earth," he clarified. "My new army of angels is established and the Earth has been purged of Croatoan and the demons that were spreading it. All of the uneasy souls—those you call ghosts—are at rest and, for a time, the Earth shall be as it was meant to be when I first created it."

My mind reeled. "So… it's safe out there?"

He nodded. "Your planet is yours once more, Adam Winchester. Your people are free to safely re-establish their settlements across the globe."

My mind was in shock. I mean, we had amassed a lot of people here, especially as children were continuously born over the years, but even we would have issues settling a fifth of the country, much less the world? And it was empty, safe, free, waiting for us…

I realized Bob was speaking and once again trained my attention on him. "This is the last you will see of me for some time, Adam. Do not forget that the twins still have a larger destiny at hand. Your generation is ending, Adam, but theirs has only just begun. Watch over them and guide them wisely."

Then he was gone, and I sunk down on the steps, my mind in shock. A few seconds, minutes, or hours later Chris knelt down in front of me, a bit of worry in his eyes. "You okay? Faith told me to come check on you, 'cause you've been staring into space for a while now…"

I nodded. "I'm fine," I told him. It must not have come off as reassuring as it was meant to, though, because a crease appeared between his eyebrows. He got up and walked into the house without another word, but my brain was still comprehending.

Chris and Faith still had a destiny to fulfill. It was common logic, really, and I supposed I had always known this on some level; we had trained them all of their lives, playing on their natural talents to prepare them for the world we were used to. But now the thought of sending them out into it, prepared as they were, terrified me. I wasn't quite sure why; after all, they were only three years younger than I had been the first time I had died.

"What's up?" I glanced over to see Chuck sit down next to me. "Chris said you were acting strange."

I grinned. "Didn't mean to scare him." After a silent moment I shrugged. "Bob showed up."

Chuck was instantly defensive. "What did he want?"

"To tell me that the world is safe once more, and we can go and resettle it now. He's gone back to heaven with his angels."

Chuck tilted his head. "So, that's a good thing, right?"

I smiled and leaned forward to kiss him. When I pulled back I realized that the sun was setting in the distance, the horizon stained pink and purple and orange. I realized, with a jolt, that we could go out and chase that horizon again. We could follow it forever, traveling endlessly, and for part of that time we didn't even have to be afraid.

"It's a very, very good thing," I agreed. My generation, after all, hadn't been so great, so maybe it was fair that we had to pass on the torch now. I was almost eager, albeit afraid, to see what the crazy new teenagers would come up with. It couldn't possibly be worse than my brothers and the Apocalypse, could it?

I glanced over in time to see Faith take down a boy three times her size with a simple with a kick to the back of his knees, never slowing down or losing her footing in the slightest. His heavy weight took out another boy across from her. As she leapt, twirled, and maimed her way through the masses I realized that it most definitely could be worse, and I wondered if maybe our story had been just the prologue, and this was where the real story would begin. On that ominous thought I gave up thinking altogether and settled into the arms of the only person I had ever truly loved and watched the sunset, my world at peace—just as it had been for sixteen years, and just as it would be forevermore.

Final AN: My main problem was that I just couldn't picture how this fic should end. I was trying to find an end like Laura's ending on Chapter 49, because that was poetic and perfectly beautiful. But one day it came to me—this fic started with cliffies, it lived on cliffies, so why should it end with a simple ending? No, it needed to end with a cliffie. ^.^ And, viola.

The other reason it took two months was that I do not write lemons. Period. They just don't happen for me. So I sat there staring at it in my free time going "oh, this is never gonna happen…" I thought of skipping it in my usual fashion, but this was the last chapter, and I felt like I'd be betraying my fic and my fans if I didn't write it. I hope it was worth it! I finally got myself to write it Thursday night when, thanks to FallenAngel10086 I realized people are actually still reading this. I felt bad, and this was finished!

Lastly, school is crazy this year. One week feels like two, maybe three days; one month feels like a week and a half, so to me two months has been a blur. A crazy, psycho, busy, never-ending blur of work and friends and new classes and new buddies and crazy people… ^.^

My only PS: Laura and I are thinking of starting a sequel, but her comp is bust now and my life is still busy, so we'll see when that gets there. If anyone wants, I'll keep you posted. =)

So, for the last time, Reviews Are Love! ~Lynx