Epilogue

It was 2011, Dean sat on his motel bed fiddling with his different guns. Cas was gone, back in 2014. He couldn't help but wonder what happened, did he win? Did he save his Dean? Is he dead now? Knowing those questions would never be answered Dean couldn't help but ask them anyway.

Sam had gone out to get a few things, beer mostly, to remedy Dean's slump. A few cheeseburgers would probably make their way into that list. Dean was alone in the motel, alone with his thoughts, alone with his guns. He missed the scruffy little man that he'd only known for a few days, it was surprising how big the impression Cas had made was.

Just as the older Winchester was moping around in his own thoughts, Castiel returned to the room. He'd dropped his other self off in 2014 a day earlier and hadn't come back to see Dean, he hadn't wanted to see his human fussing over a different version of him when he was still right there. Not realizing Dean's capability of moping for days on end, Castiel was disappointed to see the state he was still in.

Saying nothing the angel dropped himself down on the bed next to Dean, startling him. Dean looked up to see Cas staring at the wall, his back was straight and his eyes fixated on one position. Before he could say anything about it Cas' shoulders slumped and his posture crumpled, his head slowly turning to face Dean. "What can I do to make you look at me that way?"

Dean was taken aback by the question, he knew Cas to be forward but he'd never expected things like that to come out of the angel's mouth. "Uh..." he stammered, caught off guard and completely unawares. "Well I..." He scratched the back of his head, "I never thought you'd ever... I didn't think I'd ever..." He looked back up to see that Cas hadn't moved, his blue eyes staring intently, intensely, fervently. It dawned on Dean that this was the same man, well, angel-man, he just hadn't gone through a living hell like the other Cas had. Smiling, Dean pulled Castiel into a kiss, the angel's eyes popped open and stayed that way, watching Dean.

When the kiss broke he could hardly speak, "What?"

Dean laughed, "You don't have to do anything, Cas." He ran his hand through the soft black hair on the angel's head, "You're perfect just the way you are."

Dean didn't know how Cas was doing with the apocalypse, but sitting there alone wasn't going to help him in anyway. If Cas was alive and had won, that was great and Dean would be happy for him. If not, and Cas had suffered some horrible fate, Dean could at least make an attempt to honour his memory and love Castiel the way he should have.

Needless to say, Sam was very unimpressed with the images that were seared into his brain once again when he returned.

Author's Note:

Thank you everyone! If it weren't for your support I wouldn't have finished this story XP At this point I just wanted to share the videos that gave me inspiration to start this story

http:/ www. Youtube .com /watch?v=D1lWnHS2A9Q -This one mostly helped the story

http:/ www. Youtube .com /watch?v=Jg1LLQC49D4 -This one just made me want to write about future Cas XD (without the spaces of course)