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Here it is everybody! The last chapter! This has been such a fun ride! (nudge nudge car puns) (no?) (well, sor-ry then)

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"Ninety-six, seven, eight, nine, one hundred." Dean grumbled as he placed the last of the wad of cash into Kevin's open palm.

"Thanks." Kevin beamed at him. "I think I might go down to the store and buy a pie and eat it all myself."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Don't be such an li'l shit about it." He grunted and leaned down, gently stratching the dog's ears.

"Have you heard anything about how Cas is doing?" Kevin asked, tucking the hundred dollars back into his pocket and his button-black eyes shone at Dean with sympathy.

Dean locked his jaw and shook his head. "He'll follow through. I know he can do it. He's a tough guy."

Kevin smiled. "Sure is. Well, I'm heading down to the store now. I don't think I've held a hundred dollars in my pocket since the broke college years started. Maybe I'll get a clean pair of sweats."

Dean finally laughed. "Please do. If I see those ratty old grey ones one more time I will rip them off and throw them in a fire."

Dean wasn't quite sure how he felt about having a semi-sentient car. More often than not nothing would happen, but sometimes it was clear that Baby was in there. He'd sometimes change the radio to an even better song that he knew Dean would love. If Dean was driving on low sleep and drifting asleep behind the wheel, Baby would honk at him. Sam thought this was hysterical. He'd even avoided a few car accidents.

Once, when Dean was driving home alone, it had been almost two months since he'd seen Cas. Dean missed him so much it ached.

Baby was in a bad mood- the engine was not accelerating as fast as it should have, he was being sluggish and even though Dean was flooring the pedal the speedometer never went over twenty five miles per hour.

Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend, somewhere along in the bitterness...

The Fray swelled loudly in his speakers. Dean realized that Baby missed Cas too.

"He'll be home soon. I know he will." Dean rubbed the dashboard. It kind of made him feel a little bit better about the situation, even if he looked crazy talking to his car. "I miss him too."

The radio cut off mid-song and no matter how many times Dean pressed the radio on again it remained off.

The car crawled back to the bunker at around ten miles per hour and stopped itself in his usual parking spot and shuddered off without Dean even putting it in park. Poor Baby.

Dean pulled out the keys and locked the car, Baby's somber mood had rubbed off on him as he clunked up the steps and opened the door to the bunker. His mood lifted a little bit when he smelled what was cooking for dinner, Sam was making some kind of soup and the smell had Dean sighing.

He trudged his way to his room, ready to change into comfier clothes for the evening.

Then, something he'd been waiting for for two months happened.

Dean heard the whooshing of feathers. A sound he hadn't heard in a long time.

Cas was standing there with his arms slightly in a shrug, as if to say 'I guess it worked' as Dean looked to him with wide eyes. Dean rushed over and pulled him into a hug, holding him tight.

"I got my grace back, Dean." Cas said with a watery voice as Dean held him tightly.

"I know. I'm so happy." He squeezed him a little more and kissed him on the jaw. "I missed you so much. Are you hurt?"

"No," Cas said. "I was wounded by the time I got to my grace. But with it I was able to heal myself."

"Thank god," Dean breathed, all his worry beginning to dissapate. Then he pulled out of the hug, fisting Cas's lapels as he kissed him square and hard on the mouth. Then, the kiss was interrupted as Dean gasped in surprise and jerked away.

The confusion was clear on his face. He'd felt something..weird. Like a squirm in his chest, a hot, writhing sensation. "Cas-aAh!"

His eyes rolled back a little and his knees buckled as he felt it again, but this time it hadn't just been in his flesh and bone but reached beyond that, the substance felt hot as he felt it snake past his flesh and press to his soul gently, leaving a little spot of warmth where it had kissed, asking for permission. Dean's soul shivered in recognition of the angel's grace he'd met once before in hell, and his eyes fluttered closed, Cas had to hold up much of his weight.

His soul was doing something strange once it had granted Cas permission. Dean imagined it was turning itself inside out, the calloused parts on the outside folding in and exposing the soft light that was contained within. His soul was warming even now, aching for another touch from his angel, opening up and wanting something else to enter it. It was getting hotter and hotter and churning slowly.

"Oh my god," Dean breathed, his eyes still closed as he leaned on Cas. He felt a little dizzy as he felt his insides- not his fleshy insides like his guts, but his soul- moving around inside, rotating, folding, turning inside out and exposing, aching for another touch.. "Oh..." He finally understood what was happening now.

Cas frowned and ran a hand through Dean's hair. "I...Dean, I'm sorry. We don't have to do this if it frightens you."

Dean shook his head, finally straightening up and opening his eyes, he still felt the tiny place were Cas's grace kissed his soul burning hot, a pulsating spot in his chest. "No, Cas, just wait until we can lie down."

Cas smiled a little, embarrassed. "Right. Sorry."

Dean had both hands cupped behind Cas's neck as they kissed, Cas had his arms wrapped around Dean's shoulders and they began to move to the bedroom. Dean was the one who fell onto his back, the bed dipping with both his and Cas's weight, and Dean's hand curled over Cas's neck as he pulled him onto him.

Dean gripped his fingers on the bottom of Cas's shirt and they both pulled it off, tossing it aside. Cas crouched over Dean, kissing him hard and fast as Dean pulled him closer by the back of the head, Cas rolled his hips and Dean felt his soul flare up, begging for attention. It was so much more intense than any need of the flesh he'd ever felt.

"Do it," Dean pulled away and whispered into Cas's lips. "You've waited long enough for this, dammit, do it." His soul was urging for another touch, throbbing even.

Cas took the sides of Dean's head in his palms and pressed his forehead to Dean's. "I will try to be careful. I'm sorry if I hurt you." Cas breathed, and then-

Dean gasped hard, his back arched a little as he felt that first push. It was incredibly hot, like molten lava, as Cas gently pushed into his soul with his powerful grace.

"Fuck," Dean panted as Cas receded quickly, whipping himself back out, a concerned expression on the angel's face.

"As a human being I understand how this could be overwhelming...Dean, I'm sorry." Cas played with a bit of hair on the side of his head, sliding his palm down and cupping his cheek. "We don't have to do this."

Dean's soul, aflame from were Cas had occupied, began to shiver in the angel's absence and needed that grace back, the half Cas had touched was throbbing and needing him to enter again, shivering like wet skin getting out of warm water into the cold windy air. It needed Cas again, it didn't want to leave Dean half touched like this.

"Please," Dean whimpered, his hands holding tight to the man's bare arms. "Fuck, I'm so cold. Hurry."

Cas gripped tighy to Dean, his legs opened up and he squeezed Dean's hips, he lowered his chest to press against Dean's. Cas took in a short breath, trying to focus and make this a painless as possible for his lover, then coiled up his grace within his chest.

"Are you sure?" Cas asked breathily as kept his eyes closed. It hurt to hold back like this too, he wished he could push everything he had into the human below him. His angel instincts were flaring up, urging him to be faster and rougher. If he obeyed his instincts, Dean's soul would suffer considerable damage, maybe even tear open. Cas moaned as another urge flared up, this one even more intense than before.

"Yeah, Cas." Dean kissed him again. "It's okay, sweetheart. I'm okay." He smudged the back of his neck with his thumb.

The angel's body trembled as he held the force of his grace back, he gritted his teeth and bit back a groan as an even more intense urge flared up and he forced himself to try and keep a handle on himself. "I love you, Dean." He whispered, pressing their foreheads together, coiling up his writhing grace and pushing hard.

Dean couldn't help but cry out as he felt it push past his flesh and bones and the molten feeling seared his insides; his fingers, which had been soft and gentle on Cas's back, clenched and scraped down the angel's back. He threw his head back, his neck arcing as he cried out with gritted teeth, as he felt the grace burning hot in his soul.

The searing heat melted farther and farther it finally filled Dean up all the way, not even the farthest corner was untouched, wrapping around it and melting into it and claiming it as his own, Dean felt like someone had drilled a hole inside his chest and they were now dumping molten lava to fill him up.

Something dawned on Dean. He finally realized that Cas wasn't the person that was above him and kissing him lustfully, Cas really was nothing but the light that was surrounding and wrapping up his soul right now, that he wasn't a person with a body but a being of Grace. Cas pulled his lips away and pressed in forehead to Dean's once again. And Dean felt him, that light emoted pure Cas in not a way that he could see or smell or even touch necessarily but he could just sense; he saw Cas for what he truly was, a creature of energy and light. He suddenly came to the full realization that Castiel's body truly was just a vessel to contain what was coming into contact with his soul, the real Cas.

Dean let out a sigh. Everything had stopped burning once Cas had fully expanded his light into every crevice of his soul. Dean expected it to be a meld of some kind, but both souls were constantly in motion. He felt Cas's grace searching his, finding something, then curling around one of the most hardened parts of his soul lovingly, as if to soften it.

"Cas," Dean breathed in relief as Cas found another of his calloused, blackened spots, gently curling around it and smoothing it over with a tendril of grace. Dean's soul shivered and relaxed at the touch, and Dean seemed to melt into Cas's embrace.

"Your soul is much less damaged than you believe, Dean." Cas said gently, part of his grace swirling in search of another spot, finding one and gently smoothing over it. Dean gripped the hair on the back of his neck and let out another sigh so happy he'd been brought to the verge of tears. "Your soul...it's the most beautiful soul I've ever seen." Cas admitted. Dean exhaled and his neck extended, and Cas didn't hesitate to pepper it with kisses. Their lips pressed together once again.

It did feel the opposite of lonely. Dean didn't know how to describe it. He knew that he felt weirded out at the idea of another soul being within his at the same time, but physically it was another story. He felt..full. Whole, complete, he felt he couldn't use any word to describe the pure fullness and sense of belonging. He filled in that empty spit he'd tried to fill with alcohol and sex with women. He didn't feel so empty anymore.

"Holy shit," Dean whispered as he felt Cas began to recede, the part of the soul he'd touched was still hot, with that kind of glow like skin hot from scalding bathwater.

Dean finally felt the light exit all the way, Cas's grace savoring each touch as it dragged away like a receding wave, and Cas collapsed on top of Dean, breathing hard as he tucked his head into the space on top of Dean's shoulders.

"Damn," Dean brought his hand up and spread his palm in between Cas's shoulderblades on top of his tattooed cross. Cas's ribcage rose and fell and his back was damp with sweat. Dean's soul still felt like it was still glowing and throbbing a little from the aftermath of the intense heat.

"I underestimated how exhausting it would be," Cas panted, breathing hard. Dean slid his palm down his back but closed his eyes, letting himself feel the difference in his soul now that an angel had claimed it. The tatters he'd known were there before felt smoothed out. He felt great, actually. Like he was somehow newer than before.

"That felt amazing." Dean breathed, moving his hand down Cas's back again and kissing his temple. "I can't even find the words to describe..."

"It wouldn't hurt anymore. With practice." Cas reached up and played with Dean's hair. "I'm sorry if I hurt you at all. I was...a virgin before this." Cas smiled and kissed Dean on the side of the mouth. "Maybe...maybe if I can be in union with your soul enough times, over time it would barely retain its scars from hell."

"I didn't know that it was going to heal me like that. God, I feel so...whole. It's kinda weird, for me." Dean smiled and combed his fingers through Cas's damp hair. "So, tell me. This is like angel sex, isn't it? So, will I get..like..soul-boners?" He cracked up aloud as he said the phrase aloud.

Cas blushed. "There will be...urges. Or so I've been taught. When we are lonely or are missing each other. Sometimes the soul will long for union again." Cas rested his cheek on Dean's chest. "Don't be afraid. It won't be bad, I promise."

Dean rubbed his hand down his back again. "...What about kids?"

"Fledglings, Dean." Cas corrected. He nuzzled the cold tip of his nose onto Dean's neck and kissed the stubbly skin. "New angels are concieved through union. I would take a piece of your soul and make a new one my mixing it with mine, and carry the budding soul within my grace until it is ready to create a vessel for itself. But Dean.." He was very sad all the sudden. "Nephilim are outlawed. I don't know if we could ever-"

Dean shot him a teasing glance. "But since when have we ever followed the rules?"

Cas finally smiled wide. "Of course. Never."

Dean looked into his face and cupped his cheek, those blue eyes staring into his soul. Maybe he really had been looking at it every time he'd given him those soul-searching stares. "You want fledglings, Cas?"

Cas blinked sleepily, leaning into Dean's hand. "Yes." He said softly. "More than anything."

Dean smiled. "Then screw heaven. We'll do whatever the hell we want to. They'll owe us for when we'll help them, with Gabe."

Cas had tears in his eyes. "After we restore heaven...?" He asked softly.

Dean nodded. "After we restore heaven." He gave him a very short kiss. "I love you."

"I love you too." Cas breathed, trying to steady his breathing as he snuggled into Dean. There was suddenly a strange sound, like a rustling of feathers, and Dean felt a glossy, smooth feather underneath his fingertips.

"Here they are." Dean smiled, running his fingers along the black feathers, and Cas moaned a little. There was a plasticky crackle as the feathers spread more, inviting Dean to run his fingers through and touch them, the less dark, silvery undersides of the feathers spreading into view. "You've been waiting for a long time to show me these, huh?"

Cas shivered with pleasure and pressed closer. "No one has ever- touched them before.." He breathed, the wing spreading even more and inviting Dean to run his fingers along all of it.

"They're beautiful," Dean said in astonishment, reaching down past the silky feathers and finding the short and soft down by his shoulderblades. Cas shuddered again and let out a tiny moan into Dean's neck, planting a kiss on the stubbly skin. His wing lifted and blanketed Dean's body.

Cas seemed to relax, Dean brought his hand up and down, stroking his wing rythmically, his fingers tracing down the glossy feather lines until they were partially swallowed as he combed through the fluffy, downy regions. Cas's soft and warm breath played just as rythmically across Dean's collarbones.

And Dean wondered how the hell a guy like Cas would ever go for a guy like him.

Dean figured Cas had fallen asleep, so he moved his head a little and kissed him on the hairline, stopping his stroking of his wings and closing his own eyes. Then he remembered that Cas wouldn't sleep anymore. Well, he was doing a damn good job at faking it.

"Grace! Come back here!" Sam laughed as the German Shepard shoved her nose into the partially opened door, bounding into the room and leaping up on to the bed.

"Hi, baby girl!" Dean cooed, scrubbing her caramel forehead as her ears flopped back and forth. The dog growled at the jet black wing and Cas pulled his wing from his spread position and folded it onto his back with a loud rustle. Dean gently smoothed Cas's head and combed his fingers through his hair until Cas sighed again and nuzzled back into the crook of Dean's side, letting out a sleepy groan.

Sam stumbled in after the dog, a slobbery squeaky toy in hand, and saw the sleeping angel with wide eyes.

"Oh my g- He came home?" Sam sputtered. "And...wings?!"

Dean touched the curve of one of the black wings and the feathers fluffed slightly with a loud puff and then settled back down flat. Cas screwed up his face in his exhaustion and cuddled a little closer to Dean.

"Yep." Dean said. "Aparently they can be seen."

"Well, I'll take Grace out of your hair." Sam came forward and gave the dog a soft pet on the head before squeaking the toy and motioning for her to jump down from the bed, which she quickly did, running in a circle, coming to a stop and barking when Sam squeaked the toy again.

"I'm making dinner, okay? I'll tell you and Cas when it's ready." Sam laughed as Grace barked again, crouching on to her backlegs in anticipation, and not breaking her stare with the toy in Sam's hand.

"Aright, Sammy." Dean yawned. "Just don't burn the bunker down."

"Har, har." Sam shot back, striding out the door with Grace bouncing at his heels.

"Wait." Dean just remembered. "Cas, there's one last thing we have to do."

The two of them stumbled outside, Dean tugging Cas along by the hand, until they got to the Impala. Dean unlocked it and sat inside, holding Cas protectively around the waist.

"Hey. Guess who." Dean kind of felt like an idiot talking to his car, but laughed aloud as the headlights flicked on and Baby was so excited the radio blasted a scramble of loud noises as the dial flipped out, the orange line showing the channel wagging from side to side. It almost reminded Dean of Grace whipping her tail back and forth.

"Maybe we'll start driving lessons soon, Cas." Dean said, cradling his face and bringing his lips to his once again. "I missed you so much."

And then Cas pushed Dean onto his back, and Dean kissed him some more before he reached out and fumbled with the angel's belt. "Well, we just had some freaky angel mojo soul sex, so I think it's time for the human stuff, what do you say?" Dean pulled the belt through all the loops with a swift zip. "I've been keeping some lube in the glovebox just for you, Cas." Dean fumbled with the button, when-

BEEEEEEEEP!

"Hey. You said no sex in the back seat. You never said anything about the front." Dean said snarkily, playing with the angel's button until it fell open and he pulled down the zipper.

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEREEEEEEE-

"Dean, I don't think this is a good idea." Cas looked a little embarrassed as he scrubbed the back of his messy head of hair and straightened up.

-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

The single beep stopped, only to be immediately replaced with a piercing, squealing car alarm.

WEOWEOWEOWEOWEOWEO WRRRR WRRRR WRRRR WRRRRR WEEEO WEEEEEO WEEEEO WEEEEO!

"Jesus! Dude, shut up, I was joking!" Dean rolled his eyes with a smile and sat up too. The alarm finally cut off abruptly.

"Cockblocker." Dean smirked, starting to scoot out of the car as Cas did the same. Dean could have sworn he felt the seat kick a little under his leg, as if trying to boot him out.

He and Cas chuckled like teenagers after their first teepee and sprinted hand in hand back to the bunker. The headlights shut off and the car seemed to sink a little further to the floor in a small, relieved sigh.

And the bunker was filled with the aroma of a chicken and potato soup, as Dean closed his eyes and fell back asleep, Cas's wing stretched over his body once again.

Kevin clacked away at the computer at the living room table, Sam tasted the soup, added some more salt and stirred.

Grace pushed under the table and curled up at Kevin's feet, resting her muzzle over Kevin's bare toes which were peeping out from new sweats. Kevin laughed as they tickled, slid his feet away and rubbed the top of her head, her ears flopped from side to side and her lips parted to let out her lolling pink tongue in a doggy smile.

And the Impala was parked outside, just where he should be.

THE END