Author's Note:

Well here it is! I did a major fast forward; this epilogue is set ten years after chapter 29. I don't think I can properly thank all of you enough for your amazing reviews and support! All of you are so amazing, and maybe I will be seeing some of you again with my next fic, which is some Sabriel romance/humor/mpreg co-written by XspriteyX. My first attempt with mpreg, so wish me luck :D

Technically I could ramble on and on and on about how much I love you wonderful people, but I assume you're probably staring at the screen wondering when the hell I intend on shutting up, so I will take that assumption as my cue to can it and move on! Lyrics are from Fuckin Perfect by Pink.

Farewell for now!

"Made a wrong turn, once or twice

Dug my way out, blood and fire

Bad decisions, that's alright

Welcome to my silly life

Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood

Miss no way it's all good, it didn't slow me down

Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated

Look I'm still around."

Gabriel ducked out of the way of the blow, but a foot caught his ankle and had him sprawling to the ground. He rolled out of the way before he could be pinned down. Back on his feet, he flipped his opponent to the ground, only to fall off due to the knee that had hit his Happy Place. Ow.

The other angel was gaining confidence, meaning he would get sloppy soon. Gabriel should have known better than to think that. After recovering from the pain in his genital area, he threw his opponent down and they grappled for dominance over the position. The skilled angel he was fighting regained the upper hand. Gabriel simply couldn't have that, now could he?

Gabriel put all of his strength into breaking the other angel's hold and pinning his enemy flat to the floor. With his entire weight put into it, he had the opponent trapped underneath him with no hope of escape. He smirked triumphantly. Ha. That's what you get for messing with The Gabriel, he thought.

"You're getting rusty, little bro."

Castiel unexpectedly brought his foot up into Gabriel's back, and as soon as the latter jerked from the impact, he took advantage of the situation and rolled over on top of his brother. The younger archangel was a surprisingly good fighter that usually beat Gabriel in their hand-to-hand sparring matches.

Gabriel sighed and knew he'd lost this one. "Fine, fine, I take it back."

Cas got up and pulled his brother up with him. "Perhaps you shouldn't have taught me so well."

"Probably not," Gabriel laughed. "Well I'll leave you to go find Dean, I'm taking Sammy on a little romantic escapade." He accentuated the words with a suggestive wink.

"Let me guess. Brevard College campus, the rest of the night in an expensive hotel suite in Father-only-knows where, and breakfast in the morning?"

Gabriel sighed. "You know me too well."

"No, brother, you're just predictable."

Gabriel stuck his tongue out before disappearing. Cas stared the now empty space with a small smile. All these years later, he still didn't love his brother any less. They had their soul mates, but they'd never stopped spending time with each other. They'd found a healthy balance between the simple brotherly activities they loved and being with Sam and Dean. Castiel couldn't possibly be happier.

"I do not understand the purpose of this," Cas sighed.

"This is the closest thing you're ever going to get to a chick flick moment," Dean joked.

"What is a 'chick flick'? I do not understand why there would be a film about adolescent birds."

"Figure of speech, genius."

Castiel nodded and handed Dean the wrench he'd requested. They technically had a house of their own a few miles away, but they were currently over at Bobby's working on the Impala. Sometimes Dean would let Cas help him with his precious car. The angel had been outside with Dean for well over two hours, and his usually pristine clothes were marred with faint oil stains. Dean thought it was a good look on him.

"What is wrong with it?" Cas asked, looking down at the Impala.

Dean shrugged. "Nothin', this is just a routine tune-up."

Cas nodded and handed Dean whatever he asked for, not interrupting or complaining. Finally, they were done and took a seat on the now closed hood. Dean sighed contently and leaned back against the glass, taking his angel's hand. They peacefully sat side by side for a few moments before Dean leaned over and kissed Cas softly.

Having never gotten any less desiring of Dean's affections, the angel-turned-archangel kissed back with vigor. Dean playfully mumbled something about Cas being a minx (a reference the angel did not understand in the slightest) before deepening the kiss. He curled his fingers around Castiel's tie to pull him closer.

Once the kiss went from deep to outright sexual, Cas pulled away and breathed, "We should go inside…you once told me we are not allowed to fornicate on your car…"

"Dude, it's sex. You don't have to get all formal," Dean chuckled. "And you're right, I don't want my car to smell like sex. Sammy would never let me live it down."

In the blink of an eye, they were on the bed. Ten years later, every time still felt like the first time to Cas. Well, the first time, but without the flashbacks that had frozen him the first few times they'd made love. Now the rape was nothing but a painful but distant memory. No one had been sure if he would ever recover, but with the help of Dean, Gabriel, and the rest of his family - he was good as new.

"Gabriel!" Sam squealed.

The archangel chased his human around the campus, finally tackling the hunter to the ground and tickling him until he screamed. The owners were doing renovations on Brevard College, so the students had been run off until they were through, and it was just after five in the evening so the work crews had gone home. It was only Sam and Gabriel.

"Fine, fine, I surrender!" Sam cried, which was the closest thing to begging for mercy that his dignity would allow.

Gabriel grinned and stretched out next to him, ceasing the tickle torture. The fading evening light cast shadows on Sam's handsome face. The angel stared unashamedly. This human, this beautiful human, belonged to him. To Gabriel and no one else. Absently, he wondered if Castiel had explained everything that those feathers were for to Dean.

They hadn't been lying when they'd told their boys that it was a form of commitment, but they'd left out the bit about the feathers being infused with their grace. Perhaps it was selfish of the two brothers to do what they'd done. The grace within the feathers would prevent the Winchesters from aging. Not just Sam and Dean…it was a domino effect.

Once Sam and Dean, both who would be immortal (not angelic, they just wouldn't age or be easily killed) got around the rest of their family enough, the people exposed would slowly start the transition as well. Gabriel had felt a guilt and pain so deep when he'd almost lost Cas that he couldn't bear to lose another family. It had taken awhile to convince his little brother of the plan.

The Winchester brothers had always hated the thought of being anything but human, but that was before they met their angelic soulmates. Even when they realized they weren't aging (which by all means should be anytime now, Gabriel thought. It had been almost a decade and they still looked the same as they did ten years ago) it wasn't like they would be upset. How could they possibly complain about having their loves and their family for the rest of time? No demons, no witchcraft, just a completely pure source keeping them alive. Bobby and Ellen, the latter's name now Ellen Singer, must have noticed the fact they weren't aging, but hadn't complained.

Almost as if Gabriel's thoughts had invited Sam to address the subject, Sam said, "So Dean and I were thinking about something a few weeks ago."

"What's that?"

"Dean is forty. He doesn't look a day over thirty."

Gabriel swallowed nervously but kept his game face on. "Looks like that anti aging cream I got him for Christmas last year works after all."

"Relax, Gabriel. I know what you and Cas did." Gabriel's eyes shot to Sam's, the latter's sparkling with amusement. "I just wanted to thank you. You gave me the three things I wanted to have forever. Three things that I couldn't possibly function without."

Relieved, he smiled and asked, "What are those three things?"

"My life."

Okay, understandable.

"My family."

Duh.

"And…you."

Not wanting to speak because it may give away the catch in his throat, Gabriel leaned up and kissed Sam. The late evening was slightly cool, so he used his powers to warm them up. Had it really been almost forty years since he'd met John Winchester? Since he'd found himself wandering through a grocery store in search of chocolate? Could it have possibly been almost four decades since Cas, with his bright blue eyes and trademarked head tilt, had made him breakfast in bed for the first time? He only smiled and drew himself closer to his Sasquatch human that for some reason, he'd come to love.

He had Sam, he had his baby brother, he had a chocolate bar in his pocket...Life was pretty amazing and looking pretty apt to stay that way.

"Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel

Like you're less than fuckin' perfect

Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel like you're nothing

You're fuckin perfect to me."