And now, I must say, it is time for this story to come to an end. It has been so much fun to write, and it wound out turning into much more than I thought it would, and that's thanks to you guys! I hope this epilogue makes you smile ;) I don't know why, but when I read the end of something or watch the end of something, I like it when things make you look back on the movie/show/book. It just makes me love it all the more, so that's what I tried to do here. That's also probably why I cried on the season five finale of Supernatural - because it went back through scenes of episodes and everything. Anyway, I'm rambling, but I just wanted to say thanks!

Look for Book 2: Steady Now - Coming Soon!

Onward...for the last time!


Christmas was never hectic in the Novak household. Jimmy and Castiel had never been the kind to run to the presents as soon as they woke, and they never got too loud and tore things open in their hurry to see what was in them, not even when they were little kids. They knew to wait until their parents were awake.

This was the best Christmas ever, as far as Castiel was concerned. The bed was warm and he felt so much better than he had in a long time. It was hard to believe so much could change in so short a time, but it had, and he was grateful. He liked the way he felt now, liked the feeling of a warm body pressed against his, and he liked the way it felt when he and Dean kissed, like little sparks of electric impulses of love.

He loved Dean.

More than he would have ever thought possible.

Thinking back on it now, he couldn't believe so much had happened.

From that first meeting in the Drama Club room…

"Hey! Get back here, you hellion!" a voice shouted. It was the first thing Castiel heard before a body slammed into him and knocked him to the ground. The person who had crashed into him lay on top of him, groaning, and Castiel couldn't breathe, the air knocked harshly from his lungs at the rough contact.

"Ugh…" the person groaned before they jumped off of him. "Shit, I'm sorry." Castiel looked to see a pair of bright green eyes staring at him in apology, sincere and amused all at once. "I didn't know you were going to be coming in at the exact moment I was trying to leave, but-"

"Dean Winchester!" a voice snapped.

He never would have thought he would have felt this way, about anyone, let alone some guy had had met only a few months ago, but then again, Dean wasn't just some random person. He was more than that. So much more.

As Castiel lay awake in bed that morning, he thought back on his time with Dean.

"Most of the time," Dean told him, thumping him on the back with a chuckle. "Anyway, hurry up and eat. You're coming with me to get an ice cream."

"I am?"



"Because I said so."

A smile filtered across Castiel's face as he rolled over and wrapped his arms around the warm body there, nuzzling his face into the back of the person's neck, releasing a contented breath.

"Might wanna stay close," Dean muttered to him in a low whisper that was barely loud enough to reach Castiel's ears. "Never know what's gonna happen in here. These people are crazy."

"And you?"

"Oh, I'm crazy too." He could hear the grin in Dean's voice clear as day, which made him smile as well. Keeping close to Dean as they entered further into the room didn't seem to be a problem, at least not for him.

"Mmm…" Dean murmured sleepily, rolling into him. "Morning already?" He yawned.

"Yeah," Castiel murmured back in response, closing his eyes.

"There you are," he breathed, shaking his head. "I've been looking everywhere for you."

"You…have?" Castiel asked, confused. Why would Dean have been looking for him?

"Well, duh," Dean said, frowning at him. "You just up and left, man. What the hell?"

Castiel glared at the ground, averting his gaze.

"So…what are you doing sulking in the bathroom?"

"I'm not sulking," Castiel said, even though he knew he was.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Right, and I'm Christopher Columbus." He shook his head and sank down next to Castiel, sitting next to him. For a moment, the two sat there in silence. Castiel was confused - why was Dean doing this? "So…are you going to come back to the movie or what?"

"I…" Castiel didn't really know what to say. The thought of going back in there…well. He didn't like it. He didn't like seeing Dean and Jimmy ignore him. He didn't like feeling like a third wheel. He'd had too much of that in his life and the thought of Dean doing it to him…

Well. It hurt more than he would have thought.

"Or we can hangout here, I guess, though I really don't like the idea of sitting around in a bathroom like some crazy perverts," Dean said with a sigh as he shook his head. "You wanna tell me what's wrong with you? You've been acting weird."

Castiel shook his head.

"You're gonna have to talk one way or another."

"…Why are you here?" Castiel asked him quietly, his voice barely audible.

"What do you mean?" Dean sounded confused.

"Why are you here…with me…and not out there…with…"

"Jimmy?" Dean supplied.

Castiel nodded slowly.

"Why should I be? You're my friend, right? Forgive me, but I happen to be the kind of person that worries when their best friend disappears to go sulk in the bathroom."

"When do you want to get up?" Castiel yawned, not really wanting to get out of bed, but he knew they would have to soon. It wouldn't be long now until Jimmy would come knocking on the door.

At least he didn't have to worry about Jimmy just barging in. He'd been careful to only knock ever since he'd caught them in bed together.

"Do we have to?" Dean sighed, sounding mostly asleep, causing Castiel to smirk.

"It's Christmas, Dean," he said, opening his eyes and brushed a stray strand of short hair from Dean's face, allowing his fingers to linger momentarily. Dean opened his eyes slowly and sluggishly, but smiled brightly at him. "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas," Dean said in return. "Time is it?"

"Almost eight in the morning."


"Yeah." Dean paused and then shifted his gaze away. "I was actually going to ask if you wanted to come along as well. It'll be fun," he promised.

Castiel paused and frowned at him. "You…want me to go?" he asked just to make sure he was hearing correctly. "Really?"

Dean frowned. "Well, yeah," he said. "You're my friend and you've never gone, so…" He shrugged. "I just thought it'd be fun. Me and you could totally take on Sammy." He grinned. "That kid is freakin' sneaky. Not to mention he's too quiet. We should really put a bell around his neck."

"We gonna get up?" Castiel murmured.

"I guess…" Dean yawned again and stretched, and then sat up, smiling down at him. "What's for breakfast?"

"Is that all you think about? Food?"

"Not true," Dean said, grinning. "I think about you, too. My appetite has many areas of expertise."

Castiel grinned and sat up as well. "I'm glad you're here," he said honestly. Dean was going to stay home for Christmas, but John was still getting things in order and trying to figure out how to manage all of the bills with the money he had, because he had gotten used to Justin doing it for him. John had said it was okay to go to Castiel's for Christmas, and that had been all Dean needed. Sam had gone to Josh's.

The brothers were going to get together later today, though, and celebrate their own Christmas together. Castiel liked that their bond was still strong, even through all that had happened with Justin.

"C'mon," Castiel said, climbing out of bed. He moved toward the door and turned to find Dean following after him sleepily.



"…What are you doing?" Dean asked, leaning back a little. It was then that Castiel realized he had steadily been moving closer to Dean, no doubt interrupting his 'bubble', which was something Dean had ranted about at lunch one day, his personal space bubble, which Hunter had metaphorically stabbed with a fork.

"Oh, um, I…" Castiel stammered, flushing as he quickly started to pull back. "I'm sorry, I…" But he trailed off, not knowing what to say. He just wound up staring at his friend again.

And the weird thing? Dean stared right back. For a moment, they just looked at each other, green attached to blue, and Castiel felt himself moving forward again. Dean didn't bother to move back, didn't flinch or react in the slightest, just kept watching him, staring at him in that intense way that left Castiel somewhat breathless as he stared back.

Closer and closer the two of them got. Castiel was practically leaning over him now, and Dean was beginning to smirk, leaning forward slightly as well, still watching him. Green still sought out blue and blue was forever locked on green. Castiel reached out and grabbed Dean's shoulder while Dean gripped the front of Castiel's shirt tightly, as though dragging him in a little closer, which Castiel didn't mind at all.

They went downstairs quietly and entered the kitchen, where Castiel got them both a glass of milk. "What am I, Santa?" Dean groused, but drank the milk anyway.

Then they went into the living room and stared at the Christmas tree. It was beautiful, Castiel had to admit. His mother and father always went all out on the tree at Christmas, and it didn't seem like Dean's family really did that, so he enjoyed watching Dean's soft expression as he looked at the tree as well.

"Here," Castiel said, bending down to grab a wrapped present from the pile under the tree.

They finished it rather quickly. There was one bite left. Dean looked up at Castiel and batted Jimmy's fork away from the last bite, stabbing it with his own fork. "Here," he said, handing the fork to Castiel, who frowned at him deeply.

"…Huh?" Castiel asked, confused even as he reached out for the fork.

"You get the last bite," Dean said with a shrug.

"Um…thanks," Castiel murmured, eating the last bite. It was nice of Dean to do that. Jimmy chuckled and shook his head as he sat on Dean's other side. Bethany grinned at them and left the room, leaving supper to cook for a moment.

Dean blinked at him. "You…got me a present?" he asked as though he couldn't quite believe it.

Castiel smiled. "Well, sure," he said, handing him the gift. They both sat on the couch.

"I got you something too," Dean said, "but it's at home…I can't wrap it and I didn't want to ruin the surprise."

Castiel smirked. "Open it."

Dean took in a small breath and nodded, beginning to finger the wrapping.

And then, like an unstoppable force, their lips met in a light touch, not much force behind it, just the light feel of two mouths searching each other, trying to figure the other out.

The wrapping slid away from the box and Dean frowned at it before he opened it. In it was another box, much smaller, and a grin slid across his face. "Why do I have the feeling that I'm going to just keep opening boxes until I have nothing but a speck of dust?"

Castiel smirked. "Keep going. No more boxes…well…maybe."

Dean rolled his eyes and opened the box. In it was a card, which he pulled out with a frown, opening it. After a moment, he grinned widely at Castiel and flung an arm around him. "Aw, I love you too, Cassie!" he said gleefully, causing Castiel to blush and scowl at the same time.

"I hate that name," he muttered.

"But it suits you so well!" He paused. "Thanks, Cas. Really."

"No problem. Keep going."

"There's more?"

"Well, duh! What, you think I just got you a card?"

Dean shrugged and found a smaller box in the shape of a square waiting for him. He pulled it out slowly and opened the lid, staring for a moment. "Cas…it's…um…"

"It's horrible," Castiel sighed. "I know, I'm sorry, it's just all I could afford and I really wanted to get you something, so-"

Dean quieted him by pressing his lips to his, pulling him close as he slid his arms around him. Castiel kissed back quickly, feeling himself smile, even though he knew his parents were upstairs and could come down at any moment. He honestly didn't care, just like the thought of being with Dean like this, here and now.

When they pulled apart, he sighed. "Well, I guess that was a nice way of telling me to shut up," he said with a smile.

Dean rolled his eyes. "You were rambling. Anyway, Cas, I love it, honest I do." He pulled it out of the box and hung it around his neck, a necklace with a small amulet-face on it and a leather cord for the chain. "Thanks."

"No problem," Castiel said, shrugging, feeling himself blush.

"But I'd rather do this," Dean said, right before he pulled Castiel close and smashed their lips together. Castiel's eyes went wide but then he relaxed and almost smiled, kissing him back, his heart racing.

"After breakfast, I'll go get your present."

Castiel nodded, smiling. "But I already have what I want."

Forget how cheesy that sounded, it was what he was feeling, and the way Dean smiled at him made up for the fact that he'd practically made an idiot out of himself.

"Cas." Panicked. Urgent.

Castiel frowned. "Sam? What's wrong?"

A shaky, quick breath. Then two words that left his heart dropping to his stomach, his blood turning to ice.

"It's Dean."

Castiel's gut still twisted as he remembered those words, but it was hard to think on them much because Dean was well and all right in the driver's seat of the Impala, grinning like nothing had ever been wrong in the world and like everything was better than okay. Castiel slid a hand over and clasped Dean's warmly.

Dean hummed quietly under his breath.

Unable to stop himself, Castiel moved forward and grabbed Dean's shoulder, pulling him toward him in return, watching as Dean's eyes brightened somewhat. Lightly, their lips brushed over one another's before pressure was added, Castiel finally able to release some of his pent up tension from these past few days. He felt so relieved that Dean was awake, and that his previous fear of having been forgotten was nothing to be worried about. That dark look hadn't meant Dean had forgotten him or anything, and he was overly grateful for that. What would he have done if Dean hadn't remembered him? That hit to the head…concussion…it caused memory loss at times…

But he wasn't going to worry about, because Dean hadn't forgotten him. Dean was here, before him, and they were kissing.

They pulled up at Dean's house and Dean told Castiel to get out of the car and wait there with his eyes closed, and so he did, wondering what Dean had gotten him.

A moment later, Dean returned.

"Hold out your arms," Dean said.

Castiel smirked. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Huh? Why? For ways to get me tired when I wanna be awake?" Dean asked with a smirk, opening his eyes to peer up at Castiel's. Green met blue and Castiel grinned, leaning his head down to press his lips lightly to Dean's. Dean smirked and wrapped his arms around Castiel's neck, pulling him down a little further and deepening the kiss. "Because," Dean said, pulling back for a moment, grinning, "there are much better ways of tiring me out."

Castiel held out his arms. Something warm and moving was placed in them and he opened his eyes, staring. "Oh my God," he breathed, staring down at the shifting little puppy in his arms. He wasn't sure what kind of breed it was, but it was adorable and small and a gift from Dean. "Where…how…?"

"I found him in an alley a few days ago," Dean told him. "And I thought of you. He's cute, huh?"

"Very. Is he for me?" Castiel couldn't believe it. He'd always wanted a dog but had never been able to get one.

"Of course," Dean said, wrapping his arms around him.

"Mm…warm…" Dean yawned and seemed to settle down again, shifting a little closer to Castiel, whether consciously or unconscious, Castiel wasn't sure. He smiled and closed his eyes again. Dean's voice startled him, sounding mostly asleep but still there, breathless and tired. "Cas…think…I might love you…" Dean yawned and drifted off, leaving Castiel to blink his eyes open and stare at him.

A slow, warm smile crossed his face and he kissed Dean's forehead, grinning when Dean seemed to lean into him in his sleep. "I think I might love you too," he whispered quietly, not wanting to wake him.

"It's a boy," Dean told him, "congrats."

Castiel smirked and threw his free arm around Dean's neck while he used the other one to hold onto the puppy, who was completely black in color with bright blue eyes. "Thank you!" He kissed his cheek. "Love you."

"Love you too," Dean said, grinning. "Merry Christmas, Cas."

Yeah…it was the best Christmas ever.

And the best part of all?

He had Dean.


Hope you like it and enjoyed the ride! Thank you for reading and reviewing and keeping this story going! Hopefully book 2 will be started soon ;) Thank you all so much!

~Muffy the Dough Slayer~