A/N: Well, here it is...the final installment. I was planning on having this be longer, but (don't kill me for this) I didn't figure I needed to put in the Sam and Dean sex at the end. :)
Once the hunters were through the portal Jared used the remaining blood in the bowl to draw the reverse symbol on the wall, right over the rapidly drying previous symbol.
Jensen frowned, "They should've taken the bowl themselves. They're going to have to bleed again." He didn't like the idea of them draining any more blood from their bodies, but there wasn't a damn thing they could do about that now.
It was just a waiting game now. Waiting to make sure that they didn't start to feel them again. Waiting to see how things would turn out with their wives. Waiting to see if there would be any ramifications with the media. Waiting to see if they'd ever see Sam and Dean again. Waiting to see if they would ever stop missing them.
Jared looked over at Jensen. "We should get back. There are dishes to do and I don't want to be caught here, I don't know about you."
Sure, dishes. That's what Jensen's number one priority was. He was really worried about having clean dishes. He looked over at Jared, "Look, I think it would be best if I found my own place. With Genevieve coming back and everything… Besides, I'd like to see if Danneel will come stay with me for a while, until work stuff happens for her again."
Jared nodded. He figured that would happen. Now that Sam and Dean were gone they no longer felt like they had to 'stay together for the kids.' "Okay Jensen, if that's what you want."
"I think it's for the best." If he had to watch Jared and Genevieve being sickeningly sweet with each other and calling each other baby and shit like that…he'd spend every day ill. So, there was no point in torturing himself.
Jared didn't respond, he just started walking. Jensen followed behind him.
"I don't want you boys to have to bleed anymore." Bobby said. "You've already lost too much blood." He reached for his knife. "Let me handle this." He went to cutting himself and drawing the inverse of the symbol on his wall.
Sam walked off. He didn't want to watch. He hated knowing that they'd never see Jared and Jensen again.
Dean didn't like it either but his gaze was fixed on the wall. He knew that somewhere…in a dimension far away…Jared and Jensen were doing exactly what Bobby was doing. It was their last bit of connection between them. Sure, he could take off his charm. He knew Jensen would have to take his off soon. Once they were both off he'd feel him again…but where would that get them? It would only cause everyone more pain.
When Bobby was done drawing the symbol it seemed to dry almost immediately…like it had never been there. It was weird.
Dean shrugged and walked off to find his brother.
Sam had gone outside. He was sitting on the hood of the Impala, looking up at the sky.
"Hey Sammy, you okay?"
"About as okay as you are, I guess."
Actually, Dean felt like he was doing alright. He was surprised. He sat down beside his brother, gently rubbing over the metal under his hand.
"Did you notice how the sky seemed a brighter blue there?"
"Colors were more vibrant in their world." Sam pointed out.
"Are you sure you didn't leave half of your brain in the other world?"
"Very funny, Dean."
Dean shrugged, "What's all of this about anyway?"
"I don't know. It's like all the horrible things that exist in this world…it's like they've somehow tainted the world as a whole. Things were just better over there. We were safer."
"They live in Canada." Dean pointed out.
Sam cracked a smile. "Besides all of that, it was better and you know it."
"Sure it was better. But, this is home, Sammy. This is the world we were made for. It sucks and trust me, I'd rather be there, but this is our life. This is what we do. We don't get the happy endings; our story isn't written like that."
Sam shook his head, "They aren't getting any happy endings either. They're miserable."
Dean shrugged, "Maybe. But, it's their choice. Maybe someday things will be different. But, we don't have to live our lives paralleling them anymore; we get to write our own story."
"Their world will always affect ours and vice versa. It's the nature of the beast. Sure, we don't have to feel the pull and the ache when they're gone…but I'm feeling something right now."
Dean sighed, "I miss them too. Always will."
Sam looked over at Dean. "I wish I could just make love to you like we did earlier. I wish I felt up to it, Dean."
Dean reached over to tuck Sam's long hair behind his ear. "It's okay, Sammy. I'm sad too. I think we're both going to be that way for a while. But, you know how it is with us. We lose people all the time, shit happens, but we keep going. This is our way of life. We can't change our path now, Sammy."
"I know. Wish we could though."
"Me too." Dean muttered, "Wish we could stay with them forever. But, I don't know if I could handle all of that sexual tension. Honestly, I'm really looking forward to it just being about you and me for a change."
Sam leaned over and kissed Dean's neck, "I love you, you know that?"
"I had a feeling."
Sam smiled, "Do you love me?"
Dean raised an eyebrow, "More than anything. I'd walk away from Jensen a thousand times over just to be with you, Sammy. It's always been us and it always will be. We may not get the fairy tale ending…it'll most likely end bloody, but at least we will always know that we had this. This is the closest either of us will ever have to happily ever after. We need to live every moment like it's our last, because you never know."
The side of Sam's mouth quirked up into a smile, "Dean Winchester, when did you turn in to a walking cliché?"
Dean swatted his brother on the arm, "Shut up, Sammy. Bitch."
They both smiled to themselves knowing that they would always have this. It would always be the two of them against the world…no matter what.
One of Sam's eyebrows shot up suggestively, "We could always have Impala sex. I've always wanted to do that with you."
"Yeah, I think we're going to be alright." Dean laughed as he reached for Sam's hand…