Sorry this has taken so long, but I wanted to get it right. I also had a couple of other projects on the go. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this final chapter. Unless a lot of you beg me to the point I can no longer resist, this will be the last of this little series. Thanks for coming along for the ride, and thank you Destieldrabblesdaily for giving me this idea in the first place. I love you! 3

There is a small nod to my hero, JK Rowling at the end! :)

Through the Looking Glass

Chapter 5:

Dean drove fairly well for having never done it before, his driver's license having arrived not long after Izabelle was banished into the painting, which was currently in the back seat. He was a quick learner and had fast reflexes. Before long, he was as good of a driver as Castiel, if not better.

Dean and Castiel had dug up the key, along with some impressive weapons from where Dean had buried them two centuries ago. Castiel's eyes widened when Dean showed him some moves with a huge machete. To say Cas was impressed would have been an understatement.

They arrived at the Bunker early the next morning. Castiel had fallen asleep not long after the switched who was driving. Dean pulled up slowly alongside the entrance. Dean shook Castiel's shoulder gently to wake him up.

"Hey, babe, wake up. We're here." Dean whispered. Castiel grumbled a little, but woke up to see Dean's smiling face. Dean kissed him softly.

Dean got out of the car and pulled the key out of his pocket. Castiel followed him. The walked down a set of steps to a huge metal door.

"It's a different door." Dean said to him. He let out a sigh. He slid the key into the lock and heard a click as the door unlocked. Dean grinned. "Same lock."

The two of them pushed the door open and were greeted with darkness. Castiel felt around the door for a light switch. When Cas found one, the whole room lit up.

"Whoa." Castiel murmured. They appeared to be standing on top of an ornate marble balcony overlooking a huge open plan space. The front part of the room closest to them seem to be the control room. The was filled with monitors and switches from the 1960's. The next part of the room, set a few steps higher than the 'control' room part, appeared to be some sort of library, filled with books, two large tables and weapons of different origins. There were marble columns and pictures covered the walls. In the section behind the library that was slightly closed off behind the cream brick walls and heavy red velvet curtains was a large telescope. There were archways off the main library, showing the beginning of a even bigger collection of books. The glossy hardwood floorboards of the library looked almost brand new. The only indicator that time had passed was the thin layer of dust covering everything. The wall sconces and small chandeliers were beautiful as well, lighting up the entire space.

"Well," Dean said. "This place has changed quite a bit."

"It's beautiful," Castiel said, running his had along one of the marble columns. Dean grinned.

"It sure is," Dean replied. "I'll get the painting. Don't get lost."

Castiel nodded as Dean turned around and headed back out. Cas walked down the stairs, his hands sliding over the black cast iron bannister. Castiel couldn't get over how huge the place was. On the balcony that Castiel had just descended from, there were at least four large doors leading off it. In the centre of the control room, there was a large table that had a map of the world on it and it was lit from beneath. There were a few bright red spots all over the world, which were labeled as 'Hell Gates'. Castiel moved on from the table, through the ornately carved archway into the library.

"We've found the Bat Cave." Castiel murmured to himself. A loud banging from the main door indicated that Dean needed help, and Cas ran to the door to assist him.

They finally got the painting down the stairs and lent it against the wall. Castiel grinned. He walked over to a bench and found some sticky notes and a pencil. Cas scribbled on the sticky note and covered Izabelle's eyes with it, so she couldn't see out of the painting. They had covered the painting with a sheet when they left Castiel's house.

Dean leaned forward and chuckled when he read what Castiel had written.

"Do not destroy. Bitch of a witch trapped inside. Self aware. Basically, just stay away from it."

Dean grinned at Castiel. "That should do it," Dean said. "We should put it in the archives."

Cas nodded his agreement and helped Dean move the big painting through a doorway to the left and down a hallway. They came to a door that said 'Enchanted Objects'. Dean shrugged and put the painting down gently before opening the door. The room was large and had no windows. There were huge shelves illuminated by a single light that was located hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room. Dean and Cas moved forward, leaning the painting up against the wall at the back of the room.

After exploring the Bunker for a few hours, still not covering all there was to see, Dean and Castiel decided that it was time to head back home, knowing that they could come back to the Bunker any time they wanted.

Castiel looked at Dean as they drove away. Cas noticed Dean's wistful expression. "Do you miss it?" Castiel asked.

"Miss what, baby?" Dean asked.

"Hunting? Fighting evil and all that?" Cas asked, a slightly vulnerable expression on his face.

Dean gripped Castiel's hand. "I'm never leaving you," Dean said forcefully. "I'd give up hunting for you! I'd give up anything for you. Don't worry. You're not gonna wake up some day with me suddenly gone."

Cas smiled, but he didn't look completely convinced. Dean sighed. "Look, I have a chance to have a fresh start with you, to get away from that life. I want you Cas. You're the only person who has ever made me feel the way I do. No man, no woman." Dean said, looking into Castiel's deep blue eyes. Dean sighed again. "I-I've been with both men and women. I even married a woman once, Lisa, and had a son. But only because that was something that was expected of me. I didn't love her, not like I love you. She probably just thinks I died. The sheriff gave her the painting I was in, knowing I was trapped in it, but not knowing how to get me out. I just, I want you to understand that you mean the world to me."

"You had a son?" Cas whispered. Dean looked at the road.

"Yeah," Dean replied softly.

"Why did you leave them?" Castiel asked.

Dean sighed. "We needed money. The sheriff offered me a large sum to get rid of the witch. I had to provide for them." Dean replied. "The sheriff did give Lisa the money, since the witch was supposedly vanquished. I don't know how she came back though. Maybe me escaping the painting brought her back. I-I didn't want to leave them, I loved my son, very much, but I had to."

Cas squeezed Dean's hand. "You're a good father." Castiel said.

Dean smiled. "I hoped so. I never found out what happened to my son. I mean, he married and had three daughters, but after that, I was given to the youngest daughter, Lucinda, and I never saw him again." Dean said softly.

"What was your son's name?" Cas asked.

"Benjamin." Dean replied, staring intently at the road.

"Do you know if Lucinda had any kids?" Castiel asked.

"Yeah, Lucinda married this rich, well to do kind of guy. They had twins, a boy and a girl. The boy died not long after he was born, but the girl lived. Her name was Elizabeth. I know she married and had a daughter and a son. I can't remember the boy's name, but the girl's name was Beatrice." Dean replied. He smiled softly. "It's nice to know that my family lives on, even if I'm not really a part of it."

Cas frowned. "Did you say Beatrice?" Castiel asked.

"Yeah?" Dean replied.

"One of my customer's name is Betty. She was the one who told me the legend about you and the painting. When I hung it up in my shop, she said that she hadn't seen it since she was a little girl and that her grandmother and her mother used to tell her stories about it. Could Betty be your great great granddaughter?" Cas said, his eyes widening.

Dean froze. "Yeah, she may very well be." Dean replied.

They were silent for a little while. Castiel decided to turn on the radio. Led Zeppelin's 'The Lemon Song' came on and Cas blushed brightly. Dean, who had been listening to Castiel's Ipod back home, knew about Castiel's guilty pleasure of sexy Led Zeppelin songs. Dean glanced at Cas and grinned.

Much to Castiel's surprise, Dean began to softly sing along with the music, cause a grin to spread across Cas's face. He leaned over and kissed Dean softly on the neck. Dean shivered slightly as the sensation, but continued to sing along with the music. Castiel grinned wickedly and reached down to rest his hand on Dean's thigh, lightly stroking it as he kissed, nipped and licked at Dean's neck. Cas grazed his hand against Dean's crotch and Dean squirmed lightly, not sure if what Castiel was planning was strictly PG. Dean felt Cas's hands moving upwards, unbuckling Dean's belt and undoing the button on his jeans. Castiel gingerly slid his hand under the jeans and into Dean's boxes. Dean whimpered softly as Cas ran his thumb over the slit at the top of his cock. Castiel grinned.

Cas pulled Dean's cock out of his boxes entirely and began to stroke the half-hard member. Dean moaned. After Castiel stroked Dean a few times, Dean was fully erect, his tip slightly weeping pre-cum. Dean only had one hand on the steering wheel and the other grasping the passenger seat. At this moment, Dean was glad Castiel's car was an automatic.

Cas looked up and winked at Dean before lowering his head onto Dean's cock. Dean gasped loudly, almost swerving off the road. Castiel chuckled, the vibrations causing Dean to moan loudly again. Dean tried to fight the urge to buck up into Cas's mouth, but was finding it really hard, pun completely intended. Dean slowed the car slightly. He looked down to see Castiel's head bobbing up and down on his member. The sight nearly caused him to cum then and there. Castiel, who was incredibly aroused by the sounds Dean was making, not to mention due to the cock in his mouth, was rock hard. He reached down and unbuttoned his pants, glad he wasn't wearing a belt and pulled his own cock out of his pants. He stroked himself at the same pace he sucked Dean off.

Dean met Castiel's eyes and gasped, the beautiful blue of Cas's eyes almost completely encompassed by the his black pupils in arousal. Dean saw Castiel's shoulder moving and realised Cas was jacking himself off as well. Dean had to pull the car over at that point, moving the hand that was gripping the passenger seat to lace into Castiel's hair, guiding his head up and down. Led Zeppelin was still playing through the car speaker, making the whole situation hotter for some reason.

To put it mildly, Castiel was very talented with his tongue. Dean couldn't help but buck up into Cas's mouth, thanking the Gods that Castiel had no gag reflex. Dean was so turned on by everything that was happening. Dean was being sucked off by Castiel in his car, in broad daylight, while jacking himself off. Dean felt so lucky. He was also slightly turned on my the thought that someone might catch them, and if the giant mirror in Castiel's bedroom was anything to go by, Cas was turned on by it too.

Dean couldn't handle it, all of the sensations, Castiel's hand running up and down the inside of his thigh, Cas's hand on his own cock, Dean clenching his hands in Castiel's hair.

Dean's moans grew louder and he became more vocal. "Oh, God Cas! You feel so good! You're so hot! You like my cock in your mouth! Oh, God! Cascascascascascas!" Dean cried, and suddenly, he came as Castiel flicked Dean's tip with his tongue. Cas swallowed him down and sat back properly in his chair as he began to stroke himself to completion in earnest. Dean reached over and stroked the inside of Cas's thigh before leaning forward and kissing that sweet spot on Castiel's neck. Cas came with a shout, his cum shooting forward onto the windshield.

Dean put his hand on top of Castiel's, stroking him through his orgasm as Cas came down from his incredible high. Led Zeppelin had since finished and was moving on with another song. "Cas, that was really sexy." Dean said, still slightly out of breath. Castiel grinned.

"You too!" He replied, breathing heavily.

Dean grinned and turned back onto the road. Cas tucked him back into his pants before putting his own member away.

The rest of the trip home was spent in a comfortable silence, Castiel and Dean holding hands while Dean drove with one hand. Some how, the trip felt shorter on the return trip. Cas sighed when they approached the house. His phone chimed, a text from Anna, requesting that he come to the Angel Cafe to double check an order. Dean offered to accompany him.

The two men arrived at the shop half an hour later, in fresh clothes and happy grins on their faces. Castiel waved to all his regulars before walking into the back room where Anna was. One of the part-timers were on the check-out.

Dean decided to sit down at one of the tables to wait for Cas. Dean looked around. The cafe looked different from this new angle, only used to the view he had as the painting. A few of the regulars noticed Dean, recognizing him as the man in the painting. Well, recognizing that he looked like the man in the painting that was no longer hanging on the back brick wall.

Dean looked up and glanced at Betty. She had the exact shade of Lisa's eyes. She was sitting alone at her usual table, albeit lacking the presence of Denise, aka Izabelle.

Betty looked up and met Dean's gaze. She gasped slightly before getting up and moving towards him. She sat down in front of him. "I'm sorry to bother you," Betty said. "But you look exactly like the man in a painting that was hanging up in this shop."

Dean schooled his expression. "Really?" He asked in what he hoped was in an interested tone.

Betty shook her head. "Indeed." Betty replied. "It was a painting of my great great grandfather. You look just like him."

"Oh, how interesting." Dean replied. "What happened to the painting?"

"Oh, I have no idea. I have to assume that young Castiel took it down and put it up in his home. He was, probably still is, infatuated with the painting." Betty replied with a slight grin. "What's your name, dearie?"

"Uh, Dean." Dean replied. Betty raised an eyebrow.

"That was my great great grandfather's name," Betty said suspiciously. Castiel hadn't been the only one to do research on the painting. Betty had access to more information that Cas had, due to being an actual descendant of the man in the painting. "I'm Betty by the way."

"Nice to meet you," Dean said, shaking Betty's hand.

"So, how are you dealing with this new century?" Betty asked offhandedly.

"What?" Dean asked, taken aback.

"You don't fool me, dearie." Betty said. "If you wanted to stay hidden, you should have changed your name."

Dean blushed lightly. "What can I say? It has sentimental value." Dean replied, knowing the game was up.

"Do you still go by Winchester as well?" Betty asked.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, I do." Dean replied.

Betty smiled softly. "So, I guess you're my great great grandfather." Betty said.

"Yeah, I guess I am." Dean replied. "Please tell me, do you know if they were happy? Lisa and Ben, I mean?"

Betty gripped Dean's shoulder softly. "From the stories my mother and grandmother told, Lisa and Benjamin were happy, well as happy as could be expected." Betty replied.

"Did she..did she re-marry?" Dean asked in a small voice.

Betty nodded. "Yes, she did. To the nice farmer on the other side of town. They didn't have any more children and he raised Ben like his own." Betty replied.

Dean smiled softly. "And what of my brother, Sam?" Dean asked.

Betty grinned. "From what I could dig up, it seems that he married the sheriff's daughter Jessica and became a Marshal, soon becoming a lawyer after that." Betty replied. "He lived a good long life and had two sons that he named Dean and Robert."

Dean laughed softly. "After me and uncle Bobby. Never new he was so damn sentimental." Dean said affectionately. Dean looked past Betty and looked at Castiel who was standing at the cash register, talking to the girl working there. Dean smiled, almost dreamily as he looked at Cas. Betty followed his gaze and grinned.

"I'm glad to see that you have found love again. Castiel would be very good for you. He has a kind heart. Gives to charity and feeds the homeless people who come here for something to eat. Treat him well, Dean." Betty said, grasping Dean's shoulder.

Dean looked at Betty and smiled. "Of course I will." Dean replied.

A few months passed and Dean was going to the local University. He was learning mechanics and how to rebuild cars. Castiel had bought him an old, busted up 1967 Chevy Impala to fix. Dean had promptly dubbed her his 'Baby'. Cas had grinned at that.

When Dean finished his course and was fully licensed, instead of opening a garage, like Castiel had thought he would, Dean actually went back to school and began work on a diploma of teaching, wanting to teach mechanics at the local high school. Cas was very impressed and very proud of Dean.

When Dean finally got a position at the school, Dean had taken Castiel out to dinner.

Dean had been very nervous. At this point, he and Cas had been together four years. They ate dinner at a local Italian restaurant, knowing that Castiel loved Italian food.

Dean gripped Cas's hand. "Cas," Dean began, his voice shaking slightly.

"Yes Dean?" Castiel said, frowning slightly. Cas's voice, even after all these years, still brought shivers down Dean's spine. Many times, Dean had almost cum to the sound of Castiel's voice, something that Cas was a little smug about.

"We've been together for about four years now, and I love you more than ever. I still find myself falling in love with you every day. When you tilt your head when you're confused, your voice, your smile. I just..I love you very much." Dean said, still holding Castiel's hand tightly.

"I love you too Dean." Cas said, still slightly confused.

Dean reached with his free hand into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small dark blue velvet box. Dean opened it and placed it on the table in front of Castiel. Inside was a delicate silver ring that was almost too feminine for a man's ring. Inside, carefully engraved, were the words 'My Angel' written in cursive. Castiel gasped.

"Marry me Castiel." Dean said, a slightly desperate edge to his voice that Cas always found incredibly sexy.

"Yes, of course Dean!" Castiel breathed. Dean grinned and slid the ring onto Cas's finger, bringing Castiel's hand up to his mouth, kissing Cas's hand softly. Castiel almost moaned at the tender gesture.

Dean looked up and met Cas's eyes and grinned. Castiel bit his lip, feeling himself flush slightly. Dean knew that Cas was beginning to feel a bit hot.

Dean leaned forward. "Let's get out of here." Dean whispered in Castiel's ear. Cas whimpered softly. Dean quickly paid the bill and led Castiel back to the Impala. They drove back to their house, holding hands. Dean would every now and then flash Cas a heated grin, causing Castiel to blush.

The two of them made their way upstairs to their bedroom. There was now a large mirror above the bed as well as along side it. Cas had blushed brightly when he had told Dean what he had done. All Dean could do was grin. Castiel was incredibly kinky when it came to sex. More than once he had found himself tied to the bed frame, with a vibrating butt plug up his ass. Cas was definitely more dominant in bed, and Dean totally loved it.

Castiel, instead of pushing Dean down onto the bed as he normally would, laid down on the bed after stripping off his jacket, trousers, shirt, shoes and socks, leaving him in just his black silk boxers. Dean was a little surprised.

"Make love to me," Cas whispered, almost vulnerably. Dean smiled tenderly.

"Of course, Angel." Dean said softly as he removed his clothing as well, also just in his boxers.

He crawled up the bed and kissed Castiel softly on the lips. Cas moaned when the kiss broke, Dean moving down to his neck. Dean hovered over Castiel before kissing down his chest and sucking one of Cas's nipples into his mouth. Castiel gasped at the sensation as Dean kissed and sucked his way across Cas's chest to give the opposite nipple the same treatment.

Dean was enjoying the sounds Castiel was making immensely. As beautiful as Cas was on a daily basis, in everything he did, there was nothing quite as sexy as when Castiel gave up control and let Dean have his way with his body or when Cas orgasmed. If Dean had his way, they would never leave the bed and Dean would just spend all his time worshiping Castiel and vice versa.

Dean kissed his way downwards, paying special attention to the sensitive skin at Cas's sides and just below his bellybutton. Dean licked his way along the waist line of Castiel's boxes and he felt Cas's hand curl into his hair. Dean slowly pulled Cas's boxers down, kissing each bit of skin that was revealed to him. Soon, Dean had the boxes all the way off him and the boxes slunk onto the floor into a pool of silk.

Dean peppered Castiel's inner thighs with soft kisses before nipping at Cas's balls, causing Castiel to whimper loudly.

"Dean!" Cas gasped. Castiel's eyes snapped open when he felt Dean's lips on his rock hard cock, licking at the pre-cum that was dribbling out of the slit at the top. Castiel looked up at the ceiling and gasped at the reflection. The sight of Dean bobbing up and down on his member reflected in the mirror turned Cas on to no end. God it was hot, and Castiel had no problem repeating that fact over and over again.

"Oh, Dean! You're so hot! God, if you could see what I'm seeing right now! Your mouth feels so good!" Castiel moaned.

Cas's cock came out of Dean's mouth with an obscene pop. "I love it when you talk dirty Cas!" Dean said, before diving back onto Castiel's cock. Cas's hand was still gripped tight in Dean's hair. Dean loved it when Castiel tugged on it, the slight pain adding to the pleasure. Cas was thrusting slightly into Dean's mouth, pressing Dean's head closer down as well.

"Can't wait for you to fuck me!" Castiel whimpered. Dean sucked on the head of Cas's cock, teasing the tip with his tongue, causing Castiel to cry out. "Oh, God Dean! If you don't stop, I'm gonna cum in your sexy mouth, all over those beautiful lips!"

Dean hummed with amusement around Cas, the vibrations driving Castiel insane. "Isn't that the idea?" Dean murmured, his tongue flicking at the veins on the underside of Cas's cock before teasing Castiel's slit. Dean reached down and stroked Cas's hole softly, stimulating it while continuing his ministrations on Castiel's sensitive cock. That was it for Cas. The slight of Dean between his legs, the sensations Dean was giving him were too much.

"DEAN!" Castiel screamed as he came hard in Dean's mouth. Dean continued to suck Cas through his orgasm, milking Castiel for every last drop of cum.

While Cas calmed, Dean reached under the bed for the box of toys that Castiel kept there and pulled out the extra sensitive lube that made your skin tingle. Dean also grabbed a small pillow from under the bed as well and positioned it under the small of Cas's back.

Dean grinned and glanced up at Cas, kissing him tenderly on the lips before sinking down, his head resting between Castiel's legs once again. Dean kissed around Cas's hole, making the muscles twitch. He gave a tentative lick at the hole, cause Castiel to buck slightly.

Dean began to thrust his tongue into Cas, making sure to stroke in him the way Dean knew would drive Castiel crazy with want. After an few minutes, Dean leaned back. Cas whimpered at the loss of Dean's wicked and talented tongue. Dean lubed up his fingers and slid one into Castiel's hole. Cas didn't need to be stretched too much, even though Castiel usually topped. Sometimes, when Dean was out working or studying late, Cas would just lay on the bed and watch himself finger himself. As shy as he was, Castiel was quite the exhibitionist when it came to sex.

Dean grinned. "You don't need much stretching darlin'!" Dean exclaimed. "Have you been fucking yourself when I'm not here?"

Castiel bit his lip, the pleasure of Dean's fingers inside him and Dean's sexy accent, made him slightly wanton. "Yes!" Cas gasped. "Only when you're working late and I'm feeling horny!"

Dean chuckled. "You have no idea how sexy that is. The thought of you fucking yourself because I'm not home is so hot." Dean said, thrusting his fingers into Castiel faster and harder, scrapping roughly against Cas's prostate. "Do you think about me?"

"Oh, yes Dean! Only you! Only ever you!" Castiel whimpered in reply, slamming himself down on Dean's fingers, desperate for that delicious friction. Dean chuckled again. He saw that Cas was getting hard again. Dean knew that Castiel was ready now. Dean withdrew his fingers and Castiel moaned, mourning their loss.

Dean quickly lubed himself up, thrusting into his hand a few times. Now, that definitely made Castiel hard. Dean positioned himself at Cas's hole and slowly slid himself in. The lube was working, making everything tingle and become more sensitive. Castiel was moaning loudly, begging Dean to fuck him harder. Dean shushed him.

"Not yet Angel," Dean whispered, though his voice was unsteady. "I'm not gonna fuck you, I'm gonna love you."

Dean reached between them and stroked Castiel leisurely, in time with his thrusts. Dean changed his angle slightly and hit Cas's prostate head on each time. Castiel met each of Dean's thrusts, non-verbally agreeing to slow it down. Dean leaned forward and placed a kiss lovingly on Cas's lips, enjoying his sweet taste. Castiel could still taste himself on Dean's lips, and moaned, enjoying everything. Cas looked up into the mirror and moaned. He watched himself get fucked by Dean, and it was fucking hot. Castiel gripped Dean's ass, stroking at his crack, pressing his fingers at Dean's puckered hole. Cas was surprisingly flexible and could reach that far down.

Dean lifted Castiel's legs up above his head, and began to truly fuck into him. Cas's fingers at his hole had been too much. Dean wanted Castiel to cum first, and Cas finger fucking him would not have helped that goal.

Dean began to stroke Castiel in earnest then, thrusting just as hard. It became all too much.

"I love you!" Castiel moaned, feeling his orgasm approaching.

"I love you too, Angel! I can't wait to marry you!" Dean moaned in reply. That was it for Cas. He came hard, spurting on his abdomen and Dean's. Dean reached down with his free hand, and picked up the cum on his hands and brought it to his mouth, licking his fingers clean. This made Castiel moan loudly, clenching around Dean's length and Dean continued to pound Cas into the mattress.

Dean stared into Castiel's eyes. "I love you Castiel!" Dean cried, and he came hard inside of Cas. After a few moments, Dean slid out of Castiel.

Dean grinned at him. "Next time, you're gonna ride me, so I can see you in that wonderful ceiling mirror." Dean whispered heatedly into Cas's ear. Castiel's cock twitched weakly at this thought. He whimpered softly.

"Definitely. Can I wear a cowboy hat?" Cas murmured. Dean's eye widened, his mind already taking in the image, loving the idea of this new kink.

"As long as I can wear those panties you bought for me." Dean replied naughtily.

Castiel chuckled lightly. "It's a deal." He whispered, leaning over to kiss Dean softly.

Another two years passed and Castiel and Dean had adopted a little girl. They had named her Mary Anna Winchester-Novak. Castiel had never really known his mother or father and Anna had been the only mother Cas had really known, besides Ellen, so they had decided to name her after Dean's mother and Cas's sister. Anna had shed tears when they told her what they had named Mary.

Mary had beautiful blue eyes like Castiel and dirty blonde hair like Dean. She was perfect and sweet and had the cutest little laugh. She was about 11 months old when Cas and Dean had first adopted her. They loved Mary the moment they laid eyes on her. Cas and Dean had decided, once Mary was a little older, they would adopt a little boy and name him Sam.

Dean and Castiel had put their pasts behind them and had moved forward into a beautiful future, together.

All was well.

Okay, that's it! I hope you liked it! please review! :D