(This occurs right before Lucifer's death)

"Ow, shit!" Dean curses, picking himself up from the rubble. Seems like he got slammed right into a building. He looks around. The place appears to be deserted. Dean pushes himself up, legs still unsteady. He got banished by Sam, again. He should try and stop his little brother next time- but that would mean Sam getting hurt- and Dean will rather tear out his grace and jump into hell than hurt Sam.

Castiel and Anna focuses their grace to track Dean. Most Angels can shield their grace from one another, folding themselves into the fabric of space so that they can hide. Archangels are too large, too bright to hide themselves without their spells and sigils, and even then, they can still be found with some effort. Before finding him, they have to track Death down.

The old man was clad in a suit that showed off his wiry frame, but he exudes a quiet sort of power that cannot be mimicked. Power that compels Castiel to sit down quietly, nervous and sick to his stomach. Castiel wants to shake Death, ask him why he does not care, wants to snatch at Death's scythe and hack away at the ring. He needs it, needs it to save this planet. He needs it to save Dean. A plan forms in Castiel's mind, one that he has not told the others about. It is his plan, and he intends to go through with it.

"That is a foolish plan, Castiel." Death's gaze is ancient and endless, and any creature, for they are all creatures under Death, will surly go mad if they look into the endlessly black eyes for too long.

"It is my plan." Castiel holds his chin up high, a defiant glint in his eyes. Castiel the soldier, Castiel the rebel, Castiel the lover. He will die a thousand times over for the man he loves.

"Then you will need this." Death's ring is the largest, slick black obsidian with a dull shine to it, encrusted in heavy silver. Pestilence's ring sits besides it, a sickly green. "I will." Castiel takes the ring, turns, and leaves.

"What an arrogant little creature." Death murmurs to himself as Castiel steps out of the diner. "How interesting."

"Dean." Dean looks up in a flash, and Castiel was upon him. The rings flies away from his pocket into Cas's hands, attracted by the most powerful one. There were others, too. Bobby and Ellen and Jo and even Anna, head held high with her sword in front of her, even if it is completely useless against the powers of an Archangel.

"Cas, man, don't do this."

"You killed Gabriel." Behind him, the four rings come together in a circular formation, and power, too much power for a mere soldier like him to wield thrums under Castiel's finger tips.

"I cannot let you destroy yourself- destroy this world like this." Dean looks down, hurt, regret, and pain twisting his expressions.

"Cas, look-" He speaks, moving forwards slowly. Cas lets him place a hand on his shoulder. The ground opens up beneath them, and Castiel lunges, pushing Dean down with him, the rush of the wind bringing the shouts of Castiel's companions to them. Dean could have avoided this. He is Michael, the eldest and strongest Archangel after all. The one thing he did not count on was betrayal from Cas, and that is exactly what happened.

Before he could propel them both up again, the Cage doors slams shut and they were engulfed by the blackness. Quiet was the first thing Castiel thought about the Cage. Black and quiet, like an universe turned inside out, starless and cold and wrong. Castiel looks around. His grip on Dean's arm is gone. His hands are empty when the sharp pain of an Archangel's Death hits him.

It burns cold, and Castiel is overcome with nausea, twisting deep and sick. His knees hit the ground- Lucifer- Lucifer is dead. Castiel did not know much about the second eldest Angel, but he feels the impact even so.

Dean- Michael- did not react when it first hit him, for he did not believe it to be true at first. The impossibility that he has failed twice with saving his brother was too much to bear. But the cold did not leave. It sinks to the bottom of his heart and buries itself deep, sinking it's claws into him until he is made to finally believe. Lucifer is gone- Dean refused to say dead- And it is in part his fault- if he has managed to hold on to his brother a little tighter when Sam banished them he could have dragged him with him. It is too late for could haves and should haves and would haves. It's always too late. Dean is always too late. Even with his powers he is unable to save his family.

His little brother. His first little brother. The one his father entrusted to him when he himself was a mere fledgling. He took Lucifer flying off the cliffs of far away planets, they soared through the galaxies together. He watched as Lucifer aged and his relationship with Gabriel grew. His heart ached when he thought of Gabriel. Where ever he is, Dean hopes that he is with Lucifer. He killed a brother and failed to save another brother. It was only then that he realized that Cas is gone.

Not that Dean can blame him. Cas wants to save to world. That alone makes him more of a hero than Dean. This Cage is dangerous. He should know. He helped build it. If Cas is taken by Hell and Dean is trapped here then he is truly alone.

"Lucifer is- gone." Raphael's face is grim when he looks at Gabriel, eyes hard, mouth set into a strict, straight line.

Gabriel picks himself up from the ground, no longer shaking after what felt like hours. He threw up, snapped it away, and threw up some more, until there is nothing left in his stomach and all he could to was dry retch.

"I know." His voice came out hoarse and croaked, and his eyes are rimmed with red, but Gabriel refused to cry.

"Who?" Raphael asked, and it dawned to them both that they had no idea who killed Lucifer.

"Either Michael- or-"

Raphael's face darkens. "I think I know." He disappears with a crack of lightening.

"Hey, lemme out!" Gabriel beats against the door, all the energy seeping out of him. He is exhausted, and yet he cannot sleep. He wants to pace and move, and instead he slumps to the floor.

"Sammy? You there?"

Sam sits white faced in Bobby's room as Bobby, Ellen, Jo, and Anna, the Angel they saved, told him exactly what happened.

"But- Gabriel is not dead-" He injected.

"I felt it. Castiel felt it. Our grace cannot lie." Anna looks oddly sympathetic, like she knows what Sam is thinking, or that she thinks he is delusional.

"I talked to him. Just a few hours ago." Sam holds up his hands. "I swear."

"Whatever you say, kid." Ellen pats the back of a puffy-eyed Jo. "Whatever you say."

"Why did Cas do that?" Sam changes the topic. "Jump Dean and get them both into the Cage?"

"Like I know what the Angel thought." Bobby passes Sam a beer. "Here, sonny. You might need this." It was dusk when Anna approached him, Bobby off manning the phones and Ellen and Jo cleaning their weapons.

Sam sat on the front porch. He did talk to Gabriel. But now, with the Angel wards drawn all over this place he could barely hear him anymore. There is only static.

"Lucifer." Anna asks quietly, and Sam startles from his spot, turning to face the Angel. Her face is tranquil, hair glowing slightly in the setting sun. He wonders if all Angels looked like that. Human, but so Angelic at the same time.

"What about Lucifer?"

"Your...relations with him. And Gabriel," Anna carries on, and Sam finds his heart sinking into his stomach.

"My apologies. I do not know how you feel about them, but I was human once." Anna looks slightly sad, apologetic, and Sam stands.

"Did something happen? To Lucifer?" Sam asks, because he already knows. It could be a false alarm, like with Gabriel(even if Anna believes Gabriel to be dead). Something tells him that this is not the case. There is an eerie coldness at the bottom of his heart, like something has shattered but Sam does not know what.

"When," Anna takes a deep breath. Sam looks so lost. Humans love so fiercely, she thought. And there is no doubt that Sam is at least a little in love with Lucifer and Gabriel. "When an Archangel dies all of Heaven can feel it."

Sam feel his breathe escape his chest, eyes wide and unable to breath. His first reaction is to deny it. It is not true. There is no way that Lucifer could have died. He is- was an Archangel, for God's sake! Something tells him that it's true.

"My apologies."

"Did Dean do it?" Sam asks. But even if his brother- Bobby explained to him about Dean being Michael, something he can barely wrap his mind around- But even if he did it was still Sam's fault, Sam should not have banished them when Lucifer can barely defend himself-

Anna shakes her head. "Michael was already in the Cage with Castiel when I felt it. It could not have been him." Oh, she did know who it could be. She doubled over in pain then, when Lucifer's shattered grace called to all Angels. When she woke up they were already halfway back in the cars. Bobby's legs are almost healed, with Anna and Castiel's help. Castiel's grace may be fading but Anna still has hers, and she will help her friends as much as she can.

"Oh." Sam swallows, his voice suddenly thick. "Oh." He sits down slowly, the Angel turning on her heels and walking back. He steadies himself a little. Sam is light headed when he walks out of the yard, into the bushes behind the house.

There are no wards there, and Gabriel's voice comes back into focus in his mind. Gabriel felt Lucifer die- Sam thought suddenly, and stops in his tracks. It must have broke him. Sam saw how strong their bond was. Sam failed them both. He promised Gabriel that he will take care of Lucifer. Sam promised himself that Lucifer will be safe with him.

Gabriel contacts Sam. No answer, so he does it again. Still no answer. Anxiety begins to claw at him. He paces around the small room, the injury in his stomach still throbbing. No matter how good a healer Raphael is he still cannot fully heal a wound made by an Archangel sword.

Gabriel lost a lot of grace in this. He probably isn't going to get much better. And Lucifer is gone. Father, Gabriel tries not to think of Lucifer. He cannot.

"Where the hell are you?" Gabriel hisses when he hears Sam's again. "I told you to look after him!" They both knew what Gabriel was talking about.

"Michael found him-" Sam hisses. "I mean, Dean- I had to banish them-"

"Wait- what-"

"Dean is Michael- Not being possessed, he is Michael." Sam explains to the Archangel. "And, uh, Cas jumped him into the Cage before Lucifer-" He did not finish the sentence. They both knew what Sam meant.

"Castiel pushed Michael into the Cage?"

"Yeah. And Cas is stuck with him, too." Sam runs a hand through his hair. His day is becoming progressively worse, his mind a mess of shock and denial. He waved Gabriel off, stepping back into Bobby's house, swiping a bottle of Whiskey, the good stuff.

God, he needs it now. Not that God is listening, Sam thought bitterly.

Castiel is lost and blind in the cage. He spins around on his feet, looking from side to side, unable to see anything, not even himself. It is like he no longer has a form, but even worse. Castiel can barely feel his grace anymore, the cutting, throbbing pain of it falling apart turns into a dull ache in the back of his mind.

Castiel is very nearly human, now. Or perhaps he would die when all of his grace fades? No matter. Castiel has already accepted death as his fate. He only wishes that Dean could be here with him when he goes.

Dean attempts to light a fire, or something, with his grace, to no avail. His grace is dulled here, unable to reach, and Dean's thoughts wander back to Lucifer again. Lucifer in the Cage, barely able to feel his grace in the darkness, the Angel of light trapped in a place with no light. He would have hated it here, the Morning Star, Dean thought with an ache in his heart.

Lucifer made mistakes- did a lot of wrong things- but he spent millions of years in the Cage, and Dean was the one who put him here.

Castiel walks on for Father knows how long, leaden legs dragging on wearily. This Cage seems infinite, too infinite, and Castiel is burning out in the darkness even faster than before. He sits, attempting to conserve energy, and falls. No where to sit where there is nothing.

Castiel stands at that thought, and looks down. Beneath his feet there is also black nothingness, and he falls down again. Castiel did not look down again. This Cage is literal nothingness, empty space, but if he could convince himself that there is a plane of existence here for him then he can at least stand.

Dean jumps when he hears Cas's voice. "Cas?" He answers back, only to get a distant, muffled reply. His heart almost jumps out of his throat when he realized that Cas is praying to him.

"Dean, Dean-" Cas says his name like a desperate prayer on a dying man's lips. "My grace won't last much longer- I'm so sorry Dean, I love you-"

"Cas?" Dean calls back, his voice becoming a shout as Cas's voice remain silent. "Cas!" No answer. "Cas!" No answer. His voice grows hoarse as Dean's continues to yell. He begins to run. He begins to fly. The Cage acts against him, black space holding back his wings as he headed for any trace of Castiel's grace. Something in his wing tears and Dean falls back, howling in pain. White hot pain sears through his left wing, the grace desperately knitting itself together, throbbing painfully and leaving an ugly scar.

It strikes Dean that this is what Lucifer felt when Michael- when he first cast him down. Endless days of attempting to escape the Cage, of tears and scars criss-crossing his wings and his body, being torn apart slowly with this slow torture. And he was the one who subjected Lucifer- his little brother to that. All because of an order. All because he wanted to be a good son. If he talked to Lucifer- tried to at least talk to him, attempt to lessen his hatred for the humans- not that Michael liked humans all that much back then.

Not like anything could be done right now. Not when Lucifer is already gone.

Castiel can no longer hear Dean. He did pray, and Dean did reply- funny how he is the one praying to him now, but father, no matter how much he talks to Dean, longs for him, he still cannot hear him. The Cage works that way.

Raphael burns them all, Zachariah, Naomi, the others that went against him with lightening. "You kill my brother." His voice is impassive and cold. "You ruin my plan." The lightening strikes again, as the other Angels are caught up in the eye of the storm. "You conspire against me." The wind howls.

"Do you think I am an idiot?" Raphael snaps his fingers one final time. Raphael lets Gabriel out eventually.

"I've dealt with them." He throws the gun- the Colt on the ground. It falls with a clang. Loud. Final.

"Wha-?"

"They killed Lucifer. With this gun." Raphael's voice did not betray any emotion. Neither does his eyes. Gabriel suspects that Raphael himself did not even believe he has emotions anymore.

"Oh." There is so much that Gabriel wants to say, but only a small, strangled noise comes out of his throat. He could throw it off and make a joke. He can curl up in a corner and cry for the rest of his life.

"The Apocalypse is over." Raphael takes the horn, turning to Gabriel. "Take care."

"Yeah, you too." Gabriel forces the words out of his mouth. Raphael is already gone.

Sam was sitting on the porch after they let Gabriel in, Anna staring at him in shock. She did not say anything, only nodding at him once, tersely, before declaring that she would return to Heaven and see what Raphael is doing. Gabriel moves next to Sam, slinging an arm around him.

"Hiya Sammy." He says in a tone that is too light to be right. "Looks like another one bites the dust, huh?"

"Don't say that. I know you don't mean it." Sam grits out. This is probably how Gabriel copes, he thinks. He can't judge. They all have their coping mechanisms.

"Course I don't. What else can I say?" Gabriel stops. This is frustrating. Being around Sam Winchester is frustrating. There is just something about that man that makes Gabriel want to let his guard down and tell him everything. Sam shrugs, not noticing Gabriel's internal conflict.

"Oh God-" Gabriel jumps a little, not caring about the blaspheme. "He's gone." He whispers, like the full proportion of Lucifer's death just hit him then. "He's gone."

"Yeah." Sam answers, his eyes stinging and his voice dry and cracked. "Yeah."

"You don't understand." Gabriel turns to Sam.

"He means a lot to me, too." Sam answers.

"You're his vessel." Gabriel sighs. "Course you mean a lot to him."

They stare off into the air in silence after that, well into the night. Gabriel snakes his arm down around Sam's waist. It's the contact, he thinks. Mutual loss. Sam lets him.

Lucifer wakes up on a couch surrounded by pieces of crumpled paper, empty take out boxes and beer bottles. He remembers everything.

"Drink?"

The man passes Lucifer a bottle. He looks up and sees his father. There is so much to say. Too much. Why did he apologize in that dream? Where the Hell has he been? Yet the first thing that came out of his mouth was-

"This early in the morning?"

"It's actually the afternoon, but-" Lucifer takes the drink from his father. He hated him- this all powerful God back in the Cage- the Cage- the searing pain in his wings, in his back- everywhere- Lucifer shakes his head and takes a swig. He still loves his father. That is one of his greatest faults. He will never not love his father.

"Do you still want the Apocalypse?" The man- his father raises an eyebrow, taking a drink, plopping down next to Lucifer. Lucifer wants to hug him and scratch his eyes out. He can tell his father heard him thinking that, judging by him slowly leaning away. Lucifer scoffs.

"I never wanted the Apocalypse."

His father smiles sadly at that. "Do you still hate the humans, then?"

Lucifer shrugs at that. His remembers his past. He also remembers his period of time without his memories. What a pathetic mess he was. He looks down on his arms. All the burns are gone. "You fixed me?" No answer at that. "Why would you plan an Apocalypse just to call it off last minuet?"

"Plans change, Lucifer. I am sorry, I did not lie about that."

"What caused the sudden change?" Lucifer can feel cold anger bubbling up suddenly. "You can't just expect me to accept-" He gestured to himself- "This all of a sudden."

"I don't expect you to understand."

"You never expected anything of us." Lucifer stands. "It's all about those humans- why-"

His father sighs at that. "Just because I love the humans does not mean I do not love you, or your brothers. I just...expected you all to handle the situations more maturely."

"You create us to praise you, father! And then you leave! How could you have expected it to turn out any other way!" Lucifer is shouting now, his eyes shining with grace. His grace- his grace is back- fixed-

"I did not mean to do that." His father sounds tired and weary, and Lucifer deflates at the defeated tone in his voice.

Even God can be like this. "I thought you would be-"

"Like those human's machines, father? Unfeeling? Slaves to our orders? No free will? This is what you want us to be?"

"You have free will, don't you?"

Lucifer pauses. "What?"

"Everything you did, and everything you do now, is your choice, Lucifer. You never nothave free will."

Lucifer falls silent after that, and his father sighs again. "I never wanted the Apocalypse. Gabriel is here, and so is Sam. I will go with them. You do not have to see me again." Lucifer says.

"Lucifer-" His father hands him four rings. "Michael is in the Cage along with Castiel. Find them."

"Why would Michael be in the Cage-" Lucifer turns, but his father is gone. Like always. He huffs his frustration, but pauses- if Michael is in the Cage- Lucifer stretches his wings a little, wincing at some of the scars being pulled. He takes the rings.

When Lucifer flew by the humans, minding their own business, the teenagers, the businessmen and women, the homeless, he was struck by the sudden thought to just strike them all dead. This planet- so beautiful, yet they destroy it with their wars and destruction- Lucifer suddenly wants his memory-less naivete back. It was so much easier to function that way, without a thousand scars, both physical and mental on him. His pain was all because of these humans.

But he can ignore them. He heads towards an empty field. Like the one he was shot in. Lucifer wonders of what happened to Zachariah and Naomi. Probably dead. If not, he will kill them himself.

A blinding light pulls Castiel out of his Cage-induced trance.

Dean finds something intricately familiar pulling at his grace. He opens his eyes.

"Lucifer?"

They look to each other, and to Lucifer again.

"So you did get Dean to say yes." Lucifer looks impassively to Michael. Should they fight now? He does not care particularly for the humans, but if Michael wants to fight nothing can stop him. Perhaps if their father showed up. Lucifer would not expect that.

Lucifer is alive. Lucifer is alive. That one thought stops Dean from doing anything but breath and stare. He remembers the feeling of Lucifer's death rip through him, like a cold knife through the heart of his grace. Lucifer blinks as Michael steps up and embraces him. No knife to his stomach. Just- an embrace. Like brothers.

"I am Dean." Dean mutters. Little brothers. Always taller than him, it seems. Except for Gabriel. Gabriel has always been a bit shorter. Heh.

"What do you-"

"I'll explain later, Luce. C'mon." Dean takes Lucifer and takes off, pulling a stunned Cas with him.

"No Apocalypse, then?" Lucifer asks later, when Michael explained it all to him, him being Dean- his relationship with Castiel- everything.

"No Apocalypse. No more destroying humanity?"

Lucifer pauses, and nods. "No more destroying humanity. But that does not mean I don't want to."

"As long as you don't act on it we're cool."

"Of course." Lucifer stands. "I'll go look for Gabriel, then." Dean shares an uneasy look with Castiel, but Lucifer is gone by then.

"Should we follow him?" Cas asks. Dean nods, pulling Cas into a full kiss first, pouring as much of his grace into Cas's tattered grace.

"You prayed to me." Dean asks when they break apart. "You prayed to me- God, Cas-"

"My apologies." Castiel's voice is tired and rough- "But you did run off on me, I believe-"

"Sorry bout that-" Dean pulls Cas closer, and kisses him again. "Promise not to leave again, Cas."

Castiel could not say in words what he felt when he was pulled out of the Cage. Or what he felt when he saw Lucifer, who has to be dead unless God brought him back. But all he knows now is that there is no Apocalypse- that Dean is back and that Dean is his-

"Shit!" Dean swears suddenly. "We gotta go get Lucifer- Gabriel-"

They take off.

"Well, this is a strange and awkward reunion." Gabriel gestures wildly to every one of them. Dean gaping at him. Sam gaping at Dean. Lucifer standing there.

Castiel also standing there, trenchcoat flapping awkwardly in the wind. Bobby half standing in the wheelchair, almost healed by Anna, who is fortunately not here right now. Jo and Ellen with shotguns pointed at every one of them.

"Why don't we sit down and explain everything, kids?" His voice is light, but Gabriel is probably going to pass out soon if he does not sit down. He conjures a candy bar. It's probably the low blood sugar.

The motel room is packed. ]

"So get this-" Sam blurts out, once they've all sat down and Gabriel has snapped up an 'Intervention' sign. "How are you all still-" He gestures, "Here?"

Dean shrugs. "It's a long story." He looks down to the pillow he is holding, thanks to Gabriel- how his brother is alive is a mystery- but oh Father Dean is glad for it. That is when he felt it.

Gabriel and Lucifer exchanges a glance. They are attempting to reestablish their connection- not just between them, but between the Archangels. They have their own 'channel,' so to say. Their links has been broken ever since Lucifer rebelled. For the first time in millions of years the Archangels are together again. The links are reestablished. Dean can feel them all- Lucifer, Gabriel, Raphael.

A crack of thunder in the room. Raphael appears, in a female vessel this time.

"Sit down, Raph." Gabriel grins. "Michael has the talk pillow now."

Raphael frowns at him. "Why should I sit down? And Lucifer? How are you still-"

"Alive? Long story." Lucifer gestures at Raphael. They got along quiet well when they were younger, even though Raphael spent more time alone.

"How are you still alive?" Dean takes a deep breath, looking straight to Gabriel. "I- I stabbed you-" Lucifer leaps up and attacks Dean, causing both Gabriel and Sam to grab him and pull him back down while Dean sat there defeated, Raphael watching impassively and Castiel moving to defend Dean.

"Raph found me." Gabriel shrugs. "I'm still alive, so let's not make a big deal of this, right-"

"This is a big deal!"

"Guys!" Sam shouts- one side, his brother, other side, Lucifer and Gabriel- whatever they are to him. He manages to push all the Angels down back onto the beds and that one couch.

"We-" Gabriel stands, pointing at them all. "Are all going to calm down, sort our respective shit out, and talk this thing through like we never did before."

Sam ends up taking the pillow from Dean, explaining how he banished Dean and ran off with Gabriel, ending up with both Gabriel and Lucifer until Gabriel disappears. He glosses over certain details, like the kiss or that night with Lucifer, but Dean's cough, and Gabriel waggling his eyebrows lets Sam knows that damn- they are all Angels here and they can definitely read his mind. Sam blushes, rubbing the back of his neck.

Gabriel told pretty much the same story, quickly skipping over the part where Dean almost killed him, up until when Raphael let him out and he went off with Sam. Some people just can't take a joke. Well, some Archangels. His brothers certainly did notappreciate his humor.

Castiel tells them of finding out Dean was Michael far before any of them, sticking with him after some time- they had to force him to not go into any details, and Dean's ears remains red. Cas's plan to trap Dean- finding the rings, throwing himself in hell.

Dean tells them about finding out that he was Michael, being with Cas, getting banished twice by Sam, getting jumped by Cas right into Hell- the whole nine yards.

"Right, kids." Gabriel snaps the furniture away after they've all finished, Lucifer grudgingly reconciling with Dean, Raphael leaving halfway through, Castiel falling asleep on Dean's shoulder. Sam and Dean falls right on the ground while all the Angels remain standing.

"Therapy session is over!"

"Fin-fucking-ally." Dean declares, grabbing Cas and puffing away.

"Rude much!" Gabriel shouts to his back, grinning. Sam ends up dragging Lucifer and Gabriel back out of the room and into their car, and the night sky is brighter and clearer than ever. There is still a long way to go, but, for the time being, everything is just fine.

Epilogue: God and Death

"You are a strange, strange creature." The thin, dark haired man looks to the bearded man in front of him, as they opposite each other at the restaurant, food at hand. The man- God, to be exact, shrugs. "And so are your children."

"I never expected that-" He waves his hand- "They would turn out this way. That things would turn out this way."

"The Angels managed to surprise God?" Death sips at his drink. "You really should try this food, it truly is heavenly."

"I suppose." He shrugs. "I suppose."

Epilogue: Everyone else. Raphael took over Heaven, eventually, but left most of the decision making to majority vote, or more competent Angels like Anna. It's not that bad, he reckons, watching the movements of humanity and his brother's quite entertaining road trip.

Michael and Castiel returns to Heaven from time to time, and so does Lucifer and Gabriel. They would always bring Samuel Winchester, who he had reluctantly accepted as a member of this family.

Anna goes back down to earth, stating that she can no longer stay in Heaven for long periods of time. She follows Jo and Ellen and they are quite the hunting team, along with Bobby, whose legs have completely healed with the help of the Angels.

Epilogue: Dean and Castiel "Where should we go now?" Dean asks, pulling Cas away from him, a heavy weight lifted from his shoulders. Okay, so his relationship with his angelic brothers may never be the same way again- he can work with that.

"Anywhere, Dean." Castiel no longer cares whether Dean is Dean or Michael or both. They are lovers and they are happy and the Apocalypse is over and adverted.

"Anywhere it is then." Dean grins. Lucifer did seem to be willing to talk to him back then, and Sam is as relieved as Dean expected. But for the time being everything is just fine and Dean is perfectly happy with that.

Epilogue: Sam, Lucifer and Gabriel. Sam, Lucifer, and Gabriel ended up going on a road trip, courtesy of Sam. Ushering two Archangels into a car is no mean feat, but he manages. Long days of driving around-

Sam pulling the Archangels into coffee shops and libraries, Gabriel transporting him around different eras of time, Lucifer sending them straight back to times when humans did not exist.

At the end of the day Sam would lie there on the motel room bed, with his Angels with him and he's think- this is what a happy ending feels like.

THE END