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Wednesday, Wednesdays

Epilogue: Last Haven in the Storm

Murphy blinked and blinked. He was staring at that particular crack again.

"Hey, Murph, ya awake?"

And it was the voice he missed so much, the voice of his twin.

"I saw te Winchesters' car in te lot, get up an' we can go gank tha–"

But Murphy wasn't listening. And before neither of them knew it, the darker twin had flung himself into Connor and held him in a tight embrace with so much joy and relief and a little fear if just to make sure he hadn't finally gone over the edge and started hallucinating.

"Wha, Murph?" The older twin steadied himself before voicing concern. "Ya okay?"

Murphy didn't respond, only buried his face into the crook of his brother's neck and held all the tighter. And it was then did he notice that where the inked AEQUITAS on his right forefinger had been an illegible burnt smudge–an accusation of his crimes every time he remove his leather glove–what seemed like a few minutes ago, every letter were now clear and proud.

And tears started to blur Murphy's vision as he thanked the mercy of God.

"I love ya, Conn."

He said softly. Sincerely.

And the puzzled Connor could not begin to describe how awkward it was before he uncertainly patted his younger half's bare back. "Ya okay?"

"Aye." Murphy whispered, wiping the wet from the corner of his eyes before letting go. "Jus' been a long night."

A long, long night.

XXX

Gabriel was standing across the street, looking–but more of a knowing than really seeing–as the two younger brothers, two rooms apart, clung to their respective elders like drowning men at driftwood. And when they loosen their grips, they had a similar shade in their eyes of brown and blue that–if paid heed to look–told the tale that said they were not the same men from two days...and seven months ago.

A little more wary, a little more desperate. And maybe, a little wiser.

And as the archangel turned to leave, he had a nagging feeling at the back of his mind that he might have just offered a hand at shaping the future vessels of four of his brothers.

But only time and Father could tell.

~~fin~~

I know some of you could read it as a pre-slash, but just so you know, it wasn't my intention as it would seem odd in the following series. And I know the end feels kind of like a cliff-hanger what with the angel-vessel thing and maybe you want to kill me for it, but the main reason I start writing the series is because I happened to stumble on two angels one day that, to me, just screamed Connor and Murphy.

Anyway, hope this depressing story didn't cause you too much discomfort and that you enjoy it. Finally, thx to all for reading and staying with me for so long. And I would really appreciate it if you could kindly leave your review for it's the best feedback we writers could possibly receive for writing and sharing.