Here is the actual final chapter. I threw a fit last night because fanfiction dot net wasn't working with me, so I got frustrated lol. Hope you enjoy!

WG2

"NO!" Clara screeched, jumping forward. Dean caught her, holding her by her stomach as she continued screaming, tears streaming and curses flung into the air. "DOCTOR!"

Sam and John shared a sad look while Sherlock slowly stepped up to the edge of the building and looked over the edge at the two broken bodies far down on the ground.

"Clara, please," Dean grunted, still struggling to hold her back. Clara stopped fighting, going limp. But when Dean loosened his grip she tore out of it and ran to the edge, falling onto her knees before glancing over. Her hair covered her face from the other's views, but the despair in her body movements was obvious.

"Doctor, what did you do?" She whispered, hands trembling as she looked up to the stars.

It was too late. No good outcome was possible now, but there was never any chance of winning. Castiel knew that, and he knew that deep deep down, so did Dean and the others. But now there was no denying it, and the absolute and utter dread was showing on their pale faces. Clara was clutching the Doctor's sleeve with one hand and held onto Sam with the other, Sam looked hopeless, and Dean was in the corner, leaning into the wall. Sherlock, John, Mary, and their baby were huddled together at the table.

"Is there no other way?" Dean asked, outrage apparent in his gruff voice. Castiel sighed inwardly, nodding before realizing nobody was looking at him.

"No. Either I give myself up, or the weeping angels continue hunting us and eventually kill one or more of you. They are relentless and can't be killed, even by I. I will not let you suffer."

"I'll suffer if you're dead!" Dean shouted, whirling around and glaring at Cas. A flash of panic rushed through his eyes before he continued. "Sam will suffer! Hell, even the Doctor will suffer." He finished weakly, and Castiel felt his heart breaking. It was too late to confess love, it was too late. Now it would just be for nothing, and it would just make them angry at each other in Castiel's last minutes.

"Castiel, when are you planning to finish this, then?" Sherlock asked, emotionless. Cas knew the only people that man cared about were within his arms, John and Mary and the baby.

Clara shot Sherlock a sharp look.

Castiel straightened his coat a little before replying. "Now."

"At least let me come with you," Dean pleaded suddenly, and Cas looked at him sadly. Too late, Dean. It was too late. "I will not risk your life while trying to save it," he responded. Before letting anyone else talk, he transported himself to a rooftop in the middle of New York City. The town with the most angels.

He stood there. Waiting.

Dean let out a long string of curse words and kicked the wall when Castiel flashed out, and the Doctor started walking toward the front door, dragging Clara along.

"Doctor, what are you doing?" Clara asked, pulling her wrist out of his grip. "Where are you going?"

"We are leaving." He snapped, eyes darkened. "It's taken care of, everything's fine. We can go."

"I can't leave them, look at them!" Clara hissed, motioning toward the broken brothers and the saddened three with a baby. "Dean's about to break and Sam can't do this alone. Why are you up and leaving? I thought you cared!"

The Doctor smiled sadly. "I do care, and that's why we need to leave." His voice got harder, and so did his eyes. "If we stay here, it isn't going to end well, I've seen it. I'm not doing this to you. I'm not."

Clara furrowed her eyebrows, curling her lip in disgust as she backed away from him. "Are you telling me you knew this was going to happen and you didn't do a damn thing?"

"What could I have done? It's the most logical thing for the angel to do!" The Doctor was motioning wildly, frantic.

"You could have told me!" Clara shouted, turning around and pointing to the Winchesters. "You! Get geared up. We're going to save Castiel."

The Doctor rushed over to her and pulled her around to face him. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"You know something we don't and I'm putting my faith in the theory that you know how to save Castiel!" Clara screeched at him, completely full of rage. "You keep lying to me, keeping secrets from me! Why?! Why?! Tell me!"

"Because I love you and I don't want you to get hurt!" The Doctor screamed back, and despite the shocking statement, which took aback the Winchesters and Holmes-Watsons, Clara was unfazed.

"Well I love you too, you big fucking idiot, but that's no excuse to send someone off to their death! Especially when you can save him!"

"Saving him would mean him running for the rest of his life and my regenerating. I'm not doing it to you."

"What, regenerating? Doctor, I lived and died a hundred billion times, I know you regenerate. I don't care if you do, you'll be you still and you'll have saved someone's life." Clara's voice went soft, and she cupped his cheek. "I'm not going to cry for you, because I know you. You are going to get in your TARDIS and save Castiel. Now."

Clara was curled up against the TARDIS door on the rooftop, tears dried. She knew he survived. There was no way he couldn't. But the shock and surprise had been too much for her on that roof, which had led her to scream and almost jump off the roof herself. She had to remember that she wasn't indestructible. She wasn't immortal. She couldn't regenerate. But he could.

So where was he? Why hadn't he moved?

Sam and Mary were sitting next to her, one on each side. Sam was holding her hands and Mary was holding her close. Clara was grateful for the friendship she had with them, but all she could think of or worry about right now was the Doctor. She only barely heard Sherlock calling her name.

"Clara! Clara!" She lifted her head at the detective's shouting and waited for him to continue. "He's gone."

Clara gasped, and scrambled up, running for the edge, Sam in tow as they hadn't separated their fingers quite yet. Sam had to pull back a little so she wouldn't fall off in her excitement.

"Oh my god," she cried, turning around and hugging Sam, "Oh my god, oh my god, he's gone, he's okay, he's fine, oh my god!" She pulled away and peered over the edge again. The Doctor was gone.

Sam watched by the side as Clara and the Doctor worked the TARDIS, watching his brother standing across the room. He was seemingly calm, but that finger twitching betrayed the anxiety the man was feeling.

He hoped they would get to wherever Castiel was soon enough, it was worrying to see Dean so anxious. An anxious Dean could mean a dangerous Dean. Sam was gonna have to keep an eye on him.

"Ive got a track on him," the Doctor announced, waving everyone over. "I never trusted that two-timing energy sucking winged idiot." Dean and Sam and the others walked over, peering over the Doctor and Clara's shoulders to see the screen. Not that they had to peer much over Clara, the woman was seriously lacking in height.

"It looks like he's on the roof of some corporate building," the Doctor pointed out, and Dean spoke up.

"How did you track him?"

"He's an angel, he emits energy that nobody else on this planet does, so I followed that energy," the Doctor explained, but Clara scoffed.

"Doctor, you put a tracking device in the man's coat the first time you met him."

The Doctor looked sheepish but didn't deny it, refusing to look at Dean, who was glaring at the timelord with the rage of a thousand suns.

"Anyway…hold on!" He shouted, and Sam was thrown back onto his ass, groaning at the harsheness of the TARDIS flinging itself throughout time and space.

The TARDIS appeared on the roof, and Castiel groaned, but couldn't turn around to see it. The weeping angels were there, and he was about to talk to them.

That is, until the TARDIS appeared. Then he had to wait.

He heard the door open behind him, that creaking was familiar now. So were the footsteps that came toward him, and the hand set on his shoulder. He almost cried at the touch. He never thought he'd feel Dean's grip again. But he got angry as well, he was sacrificing himself for Dean's safety, so what was that obtuse hunter doing here?

"Castiel, please," the man's voice was rough and raspy. "Don't do this. We can figure it out."

"There's no other way. We found nothing, Dean. Nothing will stop or kill these relentless monsters. We went everywhere in the universe, looked at all the books. Nothing will stop them."

"But we can survive," Dean pressed, despair and sadness evident in his voice. "You and me, we can-"

"NO." Castiel shouted, trying to shut Dean up. It wasn't worth it. He was about to sacrifice himself, Dean confessing his love for him would even make it worse, more tragic.

"You need to let me say this, even if I can't save you, I can't regret not saying this for the rest of my goddamn life!" Dean shouted right back, and Cas felt the hunter's grip on his shoulder tighten.

"Fine." Cas gave a little bit, but kept his eyes open and staring at the weeping angels in front of him, and he knew that Dean was as well.

"Cas, I uh. I can't let you do this. I just can't, I…I love you Cas."

Cas felt tears well up in his eyes, but he let his eyes burn instead of closing them. He couldn't close his eyes. He couldn't.

The TARDIS door opened behind them and Cas found himself turned around unexpectedly and Dean pressed his mouth to his. Cas was worried about the angels, but god, they hadn't gotten to him yet so obviously someone was watching them. Which meant he could relish in the kiss and the embrace of the man he loved.

Clara raced back into the TARDIS and used her slight knowledge of the controls to use the locating sensing the ship had. "Show me where the Doctor is," she commanded, putting the TARDIS screens into location mode.

"The Doctor is located." The ship announced, and Clara did what she knew to start the ship toward the Doctor, but thankfully the TARDIS helped her along and sooner or later they were dissapearing and reappearing in the middle of arizona, america. Clara raced outside, but stopped short when she found that it was all desert and nobody was around. Her heart broke a little bit, and the thought of what if the doctor is actually dead? Crossed her mind but she pushed it away and turned when she heard Sam's soft apology sounding behind her.

"It's okay," she smiled up at him, brushing nonexistant tears away with her fingers. "I know he's alive at least, and I have the TARDIS. He will come back to me."

Sam opened his arms, offering her a hug, and she accepted, sinking into his comforting embrace. She was grateful for his support, his friendship. He'd been there for her these past few months when even the Doctor hadn't been.

"We'll find him, I promise." he whispered into her soft brown hair.

Dean was trembling on the roof, Sherlock was still there, but Sam and Clara had run off to find the Doctor, who had dissapeared. But Cas hadn't. He was on the ground beneath. Why wasnt he moving? He can't die from a simple fall, he was a motherfucking angel.

The hunter turned around and started running down the many flights of stairs to the ground, he had to get to Cas's side. There has to be a way to save him. He practically flew down the stairs and burst out of the door, not caring as the metal door hit his skin hard as he did so. He would probably have a bruise later but hey, his lover was dying, he had more important things to do than worry about a bruise.

Dean fell to his knees at Castiel's side, his heart stopping when he saw the mass amounts of blood coming from the angel's bashed in head. "God, how is this happening?" he stumbled over his words, cradling the angel's body. "How did this happen?"

Cas's eyes opened a little, and Dean's heart soared for a split second. "Dean."

"How did this happen?' Dean pressed, cupping Cas' cheek.

"The weeping angels...got to me..." Cas struggled, "During the fall."

Dean shook his head. No. No. God, please no. That meant there was no way to save Cas.

"I can't lose you," Dean's voice cracked, and he started to cry, tears forming and overflowing over the rim of his tear duct.

"Dean, before I go..." Cas's voice was low and raspy, a slight deliriously gurlgy sound to it. "I want you to know...I love you. More than a million suns."

It was his last breath's words, and Dean stared, silently screaming as he watched the life go out of Cas. He barely heard the sound of footsteps and the TARDIS behind him, hardly felt his brother's reassuring hand on his shoulder. All he could feel was despair, loss, all those tragical feelings that he had felt before, but not necessarily ever this strong.

Castiel was dead. And he couldn't even give his lover a decent burial, he already heard sirens in the distance. He had to leave, but he couldn't bring himself to stand or do anything but kneel and silently mourn. He had forgotten how to blink, how to breathe, how to live.

"Dean, come with me," Dean heard Sam's voice and felt his brother help him up, and felt Clara's smaller but sturdy hands help him as well. He saw nothing but Cas's dead body, nothing except the blood and the pain and the grimy street on which he had to leave the man he loved.

Sam watched as Sherlock read a few books at the side of the TARDIS, Dean was sitting on the lone chair and Clara was by the controls looking lost. He knew Sherlock was calm, but he felt that he was the calmest person in the room. Sherlock was probably worrying about John and Mary. I've never met three people who love eachother so much, but...to each their own, I guess.

He went over to Clara and set a hand on her back. "Hey."

"Hey," Clara replied quietly, still looking down at the controls.

"You want to come back to the bunker with us? Stay awhile? Until the Doctor comes back?"

Clara smiled up at him and looked at the TARDIS. "I don't know. Maybe her and I'll go and travel the universe together, trying to find our doctor and running from monsters. The Impossible Girl and the TARDIS, travelling the universe." she sighed. "But I don't think I could do more than one trip without going insane."

Sam waited for a minute as she gathered her thoughts, but she looked up quickly and nodded at him. "If it's okay, I'll stay at the bunker."

"Of course it's okay."

"Clara, if you would, just pause at the bunker so I might grab John and Mary and the baby and you can take us home. I'm not willing to stay any longer, I'm going to keep my family safe." Sherlock more announced than asked, but Clara agreed nonetheless. She worked the TARDIS in the direction of the bunker, exchanging a sad glance with Sam.

It was exactly six months later when the Doctor showed up. Clara and Dean were gone on a mission-they had been going after monsters nonstop after Cas died and the Doctor hadn't come back after a week. Clara had been pulling out her hair, so Dean had taken her on a mission and she enjoyed it, so they'd basically been taking every single mission that popped up. Sam was usually left behind to study books and keep the bunker clean, and he had to say, he enjoyed those quiet times. It was very zen. Clara had helped him decorate the place more, so it really felt like home now.

So one day, while Sam was wiping down the large wooden table in the book foyer, he heard knocking on the door. Throwing the rag onto the table, and putting a hand on his gun, he slowly went upstairs and looked through the peekhole to find a disheveled older man, with curly silver hair and incredibly emotional eyes. Sam felt like this man was familiar though, so he opened the door slightly and stuck his face there. "Hello?"

"Sam!" the man exclaimed practically slamming into the door, sending Sam stumbling backward. The man came walking inside like he owned the place and started walking down the stairs. "So, where's Clara? Is she in the kitchen?"

Sam held up his gun at the strange man, furrowing his brows. This man was so familiar, but he couldnt place his finger on it. "Who are you?!" he demanded loudly, but the man kept on rambling about Clara and how awful the book organization on the shelves was.

"WHO ARE YOU?!" Sam finally just shouted, having gone down the stairs keeping the gun trailed on the older man. "How do you know Clara?"

"Well, Sam, you can put away the gun," the man sounded annoyed, "and I'm the-"

"Doctor!" a loud kerclunk sounded behind Sam and he turned to find Clara standing in the doorway, her shovel on the ground. She must've dropped it in shock, as her jaw was dropped as well.

"Clara!" The Doctor exclaimed excitedly, "I found you, good."

"You didn't find me, you came to the place you knew I was at. Thanks to the TARDIS and I's many many many MANY messages sent out to your screwdriver and psychic paper!" Clara started snarling with a low voice, something she did when she was incredibly enraged. Sam put away his gun and shrunk out of Clara's way. No way in hell he was getting in the middle of this.

"Clara, I'm so-"

"No. You abandoned me. Get your spaceship and get the hell out."

The Doctor looked like he'd just been struck by her, and Sam supposed he had just been, but with words. What was the timelord going to do?

"I got sent back in time by the weeping angels," the Doctor explained, but Clara held up her hand.

"And yet you're still here six fucking months late. Get out."

"I love you!"

"I lost my love for you the SECOND I realized you abandoned me!" Clara shouted and took a threatening step toward the man in front of her. "Now GET THE HELL OUT!"

The Doctor looked heartbroken, but he just nodded and walked down the hallway to the garage, where he probably thought the TARDIS was, and it was.

Dean was gone to a bar that evening, so it was only Sam and Clara eating dinner in the kitchen. Sam had heated up some of Dean's hamburgers (the hunter liked to make 50 at a time then freeze them until he was hungry.) and Clara whipped together a souffle. She was still horrible at making them, but it relaxed her, so Sam didn't complain about the waste of flour. The dog liked the burned food she made anyway.

They had gotten a dog, him and Clara, awhile back. It was a german shepherd/husky mix and it was about to be put down, but they'd saved her. Clara had named her Cassie, because the dog had gorgeous blue eyes, almost like Castiel's had been. Dean pretended to hate the dog, but Sam and Clara had found him cuddling with Cassie a few times and even took the dog for walks and sneakily gave her little treats during dinner.

"You were a bit harsh on the Doctor," Sam pointed out, taking a huge bite of his hamburger. Clara raised an eyebrow at his messiness.

"I was not-" she stopped short at Sam's own raised eyebrow, and sighed. "Fine, I was. But I had good reason."

"Because he didn't come back for 6 months?"

"No," Clara put down her burger and stifled a sigh. "I'm not over him. I'm not sure I ever will be, Sam, but he has to be over me."

"What do you mean?"

"I can't hold him back. He's too dependent on me. It's better that I push him away now, and he believes I live happily ever after, then I die on one of our romps and he goes on a rage across the universe or whatever," she sighed, picking up her burger again and taking a bite.

Sam nodded. Sometimes it's better to let the one you love go so they won't suffer.

and the story is done :) I hope you've all enjoyed this story, and I know I'm certainly happy that it's finally done haha.