AN: the final chapter. All I have to say is: I'M SORRY DON'T HURT ME. I have a few ideas for a sequel if anyone's interested?

When they wake up they're alone. The Last Centurion and Lucifer's true vessel, sat in a crater filled with ash and darkness.

"Th-They're gone," Rory stammers. "They're all gone, Sammy." His chokes out.

Sam looks around. There's no Dean. No Doctor. No Amy. No Lucifer. No Michael. No Gabriel. No Adam. No TARDIS. But there's no Abbadon either. And the earth's still spinning. For some reason that surprises Sam. He should be used to it by now: the fact that the earth keeps spinning even though it feels like it's just ended.

He leans forward and pulls Rory's shaking body awkwardly into his arms. "It'll be okay, Rory. It'll be okay." He mumbles hollowly.

"But they're gone, how can they just be gone?" Rory repeats.

Sam shakes his head and holds Rory tighter as he dissolves into tears.

There's a flutter of wings and Gabriel appears in front of them. He falls to his knees. "I'm sorry," he mutters, his eyes wide, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

Sam looks up at him, "We can get them back, right?"

Gabriel continues to mumble, his eyes unseeing. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't know...Sorry."

"Gabriel!"

The archangel looks up at him.

"We can get them back, right?" Sam repeats.

Gabriel blinks, "I-I don't know, Sam."

When Sam reaches out to him Gabriel flinches away but instead of hitting him Sam pulls him towards him and Rory. Gabriel falls against them, his wings unfurling protectively around them.

"We'll get them back." Sam whispers determinedly. "We'll get them back."