Well here we go. The last chapter. I’ve been wondering how I was going to end this story from the beginning and I had a lot endings planned but this one seemed to fit. I hope its lives up to expectations. I’m so sorry to see this story end but I’m so happy everyone likes it so much. Anyway, enjoy.
Dean was still curled in Crowley's lap twenty minutes later, head resting on the demon's shoulder and trying to gather enough energy to stand up and pull his pants back on before John came back. The chilly air of the room was sinking into his skin and he'd just begun shivering when the room started shaking. It was like an earthquake had hit, brick dust raining down on them and lights flickering madly. Unfortunately Dean knew better then to think it was an earthquake.
The whole thing had incoming archangel written all over it. Dean pulled away from Crowley and looked him in the eye. Without saying a word he stood up and picked his jeans off the floor, gave them a shake and slipped them on. Crowley tucked himself back into his pants and pushed himself off the floor. They stood side-by-side and waited. Waited for John and Raphael. Neither said a word, but that was alright. They'd already said what they'd needed to. Crowley admittance of loving him had left a warmth in Dean's chest that not even Raphael's approach could dampen.
It was ten minutes before the door to their cell opened. Dean couldn't contain a sneer at the sight of Raphael. Out of all the angles he hated, there had always been a special place in that hatred for Raphael. He wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the pure smugness that rolled off the angel in waves or it could have been the complete and utter disdain the angel had for him and humanity in general. Raphael had upgraded his clothes since the last time Dean had seen him and was now in a expensive looking suit, although he didn't look nearly as hot in a suit as Crowley did; he noted with a smirk.
"Dean. It's been a while."
“Not long enough. I’d hoped you forgotten about me.” Dean answered with a shrug. No matter how scared he was, he wasn’t going to let Raphael see it.
Raphael stepped further into the room and Dean felt Crowley tense next to him. Angels were probably the only thing that could make Crowley unsure.
“Oh I had. But then I heard a rumor about you hooking up with a demon, and not just any demon, the new resident king of hell. And you know, I just couldn’t let that happen.” Raphael was closer to them now and gestured to them both. “By yourself you’re both easy enough to deal with but I just can’t let you join forces. You’d be too powerful. So you have to die. Although I will admit, it will give me no small pleasure to peel the skin from your bones.”
Although Dean couldn’t see his face, he knew Crowley was bristling at the threat towards him. Before the demon could do something stupid, Sam appeared in the doorway being pushed forward by John.
The sight of John made Dean’s heart rate jump and anger claw at his insides. Raphael was just another douche bag Angel; there was nothing he could do that could surprise Dean. John however was something different. Everything John had grilled into them over the years about family loyalty, all the lectures, all the years he’d been shoving down their throats the importance of family and he’d betrayed them to a complete stranger. He’d led them right into a trap and turned them over with a moment of hesitance.
“So why bother brining me back?” Sam asked as he pushed roughly towards Dean. He stumbled slightly but caught himself and stood next to Dean, staring at Raphael stonily and silently demanding an answer.
“Oh you were a mistake.” Raphael shrugged. “John was my goal, after all, you two have proven over and over again that the only thing that can really break a Winchester is another Winchester, but I wasn’t specific enough and I got Sam instead. Spells are tricky like that. Don’t make things clear enough and you end up with the wrong Winchester.”
As he explained, Dean gritted his teeth. The same cocky attitude Dean loved in Crowley made the bile in his throat when it came from Raphael.
“You are a massive bag of dicks.” Dean muttered at Raphael before turning his attention to John. “And one day you’re gonna realise just how much you fucked up and it’s going to be too late.”
“And you’re spreading your legs for a hell spawn. Don’t really think you’re in any position to throw stones Dean.” Raphael shook his head at Dean like he was a naughty child. The Angel pulled out the Manticore venom dipped knife out and twisted it around, watching it catch the light. “Thank you for this by the way. That Manticore was the last in existence, its venom was the only thing that could really hurt me, well the only thing a human could get their hands on. That’s one less thing I have to worry about.”
Dean swallowed and unconsciously shifted closer to Crowley, pressing their arms together and wishing he could feel the demon’s body heat through the thick suit jacket. He had a feeling Raphael was coming to the end of his gloating.
“Anyway, lets get this show on the road. I have a proposition for you Crowley.”
“Shove it up your feathered ass.” Crowley growled.
“Don’t be hasty. Technically you’re still a crossroads demon, you should be able to appreciate a good deal.” Raphael pointed out, leaning against the wall and examined his nails calmly. “Sam and Dean are going to die, that’s just a fact but you don’t have to. No one knows where demons go when they die, do you really want to find out?”
“So what did you have in mind?” Crowley sneered.
“I can’t run Heaven and Hell by myself. Of course you’d work for me but you’d still have reign of Hell and more importantly, you’d be alive.” Raphael explained.
“That wasn’t part of the plan! What are you doing?” John yelled, speaking up for the first time.
“I’d watch how you speak to me. You have officially outlived your usefulness, don’t push it.” Raphael warned John, shooting him a disdainful look.
John looked shocked at Raphael’s sudden change in attitude by wisely chose to say nothing.
Raphael watched John a moment longer before turning his attention back to Crowley. “But of course you’ll have to prove you’re serious about working for me. You can start by killing Dean.”
Dean froze and his gaze turned to Crowley sharply but the demon was ignoring him, and instead staring hard at Raphael. Would Crowley take the offer? Did his love for Dean outweigh his deep-seated sense of self-preservation?
“Fuck you. And fuck your offer.” Crowley finally answered.
“Crowley.” Dean muttered, reaching out and laying a hand on his shoulder.
Crowley looked at him in shock, knowing what Dean wanted him to do. “No Dean!”
Dean sighed and pushed down that little voice that was rejoicing at the fact Crowley loved him more than his own life. “I’m going to die, one way or another, but if there’s a chance for you to get out of this…..”
“And what? All I have to do is kill you?” Crowley whispered, cutting him off and reaching out and stroking Dean’s cheek softly. His hands were rough and Dean knew then how broken the idea made him. Crowley’s hands were shaking. “No. I can’t. I won’t. I’d rather die.”
"You know Dean, I've died a lot of times but this is the shittiest way yet! And it's all your fault!"
Dean started at the sudden blast of angry words from Sam and had to blink a few times before he understood what Sam wanted him to do. "You know Dean, I've died a lot of times but this is the shittiest way yet! And it's all your fault!"
Dean narrowed his eyes and stepped away from Crowley. "Excuse me? How the fuck is this my fault?" he hissed.
"You just had to fuck the demon scum didn't you? And not only that but you fell in love with the bastard! And now we're all going to die because you couldn't keep your slutty legs closed."
"I am not a fucking slut! I haven't been with anyone but Crowley in nearly two years." being called a slut hurt, even if he knew Sam didn't mean it. "If I weren’t spreading my legs, you’d still be in the cage being bitch slapped by Lucy and Mickey. And you have no to right to get all high and mighty. It seems fucking demons runs in the family!"
"Oh please, I bet Crowley passes you around his demon buddies like a used tissue. Lucifer and Michael were right; you're a whore! You bent over for that Manticore quick enough."
"Watch what you fucking say or I'll kill you myself." Crowley growled, pushing past Dean and grabbing Sam by the throat.
Sam may have been head and shoulders taller then Crowley but he didn't have the same supernatural strength the demon did. Crowley managed to force Sam backwards closer to John, who was looking on horrified.
"Let him go Crowley!" Dean pleaded, following them across the room.
"Are you sure?" Crowley asked, gaze flickering between Sam, John and Raphael.
Everyone moved quicker than Dean could see. Crowley let Sam go who then lunge forward and tackled John to the floor. Dean and Crowley jumped at Raphael while the Angel was still startled by the surprise attack. Dean was thankful for all of Crowley's angel warding throughout the building.
They were enough to cut down Raphael's power significantly; enough for Dean to kick the knife out of Raphael's hand and pick it up himself. He stabbed at the first bit of skin he saw, ramming the blade deeply into a shoulder, while Crowley was enjoying getting in few punches. Unfortunately the warding didn't block Raphael's powers completely and once the element of surprise had passed, the angel threw them off like rag dolls.
Sam had overpowered John easily enough, holding him down with a knee to the back but it didn’t last. He went flying through the air with Dean and Crowley before they all crashed painfully against the wall.
“That was smart. I didn’t see that one coming.” Raphael panted, the venom from the knife coursing through him. It wasn’t enough to kill him but it did slow him down.
Dean tried to pull himself away from the wall but found he couldn’t. He was stuck and judging from the way Sam and Crowley were fidgeting, so were they.
Raphael stepped in front of Dean and wrapped and hand around his throat in a crushing grip. “I was going to kill you quickly but just for that, I’m going to make you suffer.” He nodded his head in Crowley’s direction. “And I’m going to make him watch.”
The hand tightened around his throat and Dean cold feel his lungs fighting for air. Cold fear washed over him as he realised; this was it. He was going to die and this time he wasn’t going to come back.
Just as his vision began to blur there was a knock at the door. Everyone froze in surprise. Raphael turned his head to look at the closed door with a frown. There was a beat as they waited.
“You should really get that.” Sam pushed, looking wide eyed as Dean continued to struggle for air.
Raphael paused before rolling his eyes and letting go of Dean’s throat. Dean gasped for breath, spluttering as his throat ached. That would definitely leave a bruise.
There was another knock as Raphael reached the door. He opened the door and revealed to source of the knocking.
Dean blinked stupidly. Things really couldn’t get any fucking weirder. It was the woman from the bar. The one who had disappeared on him.
“Oh God it’s her.” He muttered.
“Her? Who’s her?” Crowley asked suspiciously, eyes narrowed at the newcomer.
“I don’t know who she is! I met her bar and she disappeared in front of me when we were hunting the Manticore.” Dean explained.
“And you didn’t bother mentioning the mysterious disappearing woman?” Sam accused, looking at him like he was an idiot.
“I had other things on my mind in case you’re forgetting.”
“Shut up! You people are the single most irritating morons I’ve ever met.” Raphael yelled.
Dean glared at him before turning his attention to the woman. “Who are you lady?” he demanded.
The woman looked startled at Dean’s question. She frowned and looked down at herself. “Don’t you recognize me?”
She cocked her head to one side before understand sparked in her eyes and he smiled. “Oh right. You don’t know this body. Sorry, I’ve had so many over the years. It gets hard to keep track.”
Dean watched, his mouth hanging open as the air around shimmered and Chuck replaced her.
“Chuck?” Dean muttered, sure he’d finally lost his mind.
“Hey Dean. Hey Sam.” Chuck answer, stepping further into the room. “And Crowley, I don’t believe we’ve met yet.”
Dean looked over and was shocked to see Crowley staring wide-eyed at Chuck. Fear clouding his eyes. He was going to ask what was wrong when he noticed Raphael was looking at Chuck the same way.
“Father?” Raphael whispered shakily.
It took a moment for those words to sink in. “Father? As in, God?” Dean stuttered.
“Holy shit!” Sam whispered.
“Quite.” Chuck answered drily.
“What the fuck is going on?” John demanded to know.
“I’ll deal with you in a moment.” Chuck promised before he turned his attention to Raphael. “You know, you never did play well with others. I had thought leaving you in charge might teach you a valuable lesson. Evidently I was wrong.”
Chuck’s voice sent shivers down Dean’s spine. This was not the drunk, scared Chuck he knew. This was the creator of everything, the man who was more powerful in a way that made Dean’s head ache thinking about it.
“You left us! We did everything you wanted us to, we loved you. And you left us. No warning, no instructions. What were we supposed to do?” Raphael demanded.
For the first time, Dean could actually sympathize with the Angel. He knew what it felt like for a father to leave you without warning.
“You weren’t supposed to take your anger and pain out on humanity.”
“You always loved them more. The filthy mud monkeys.”
Chuck sighed and shook his head sadly. “That’s not true. I don’t have favorites. Humans just required more attention in the beginning.”
He looked at the other people in the room before turning back to Raphael. “This is a conversation to have later. Go back to Heaven.”
“Why? So you can throw me in the cage with Lucifer and Michael?”
“No. I’m stopping you before you go too far, before you do something you can’t take back and I have no choice but to lock you in the cage.”
Raphael looked like he was going to argue but thought better of it and with one last withering glare at Dean he disappeared, allowing them to pull away from the wall. Chuck sighed sadly and turned his attention to John.
“I am very disappointed in you John Winchester. Sam and Dean are good people, in fact I like to think they’re my friends. They’ve been through a hell of a lot for this world, they don’t deserve to have their own father turn on them.” Chuck narrowed his eyes and Dean was glad he wasn’t the one getting that stare. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Send him down to me. I’ll take care of him.” Crowley growled, straightening his jacket and shooting John a look of pure hatred.
“I’m sure you would. But no. He’s going back where he came from. He never should have been brought back. Raphael will be punished severely for that. John has no place in this world anymore.”
“If it were up to me, I’d more than happily let you tear his heart out through his ass.” Dean muttered to Crowley who smiled at him in return.
“You sure how to make me all tingly inside Dean.” Crowley smirked, bumping Dean with his hip.
“Disgusting.” John murmured, watching them with a sneer.
“Keep your mouth shut or I might change my mind.” Chuck warned softly. When it seemed John wasn’t going to heed the warning, Chuck cocked his head and John fell the floor in a heap.
“What did you do?” Sam asked.
“Sent him back to where he came from.”
“What about me? Do I have to go back?” Sam asked fearfully.
Chuck looked at him closely as though deciding something. “No. I think you still have a role to play in this world.”
“So that’s it? John conspires to kill us and he gets sent back to Heaven, Raphael literally tries to destroy the world and he gets a slap on the wrist?” Dean yells, despite common sense telling him not to yell at God.
“What would you have me do? Kill one of the few angels I have left? My last Arch?”
“What did you do to with Chuck?” Sam asked suddenly.
Chuck winced and scratched the back of his neck. “There was never another Chuck. It’s always been me.”
“You were there the whole time? You saw what was happening and did nothing? You son of a bitch!” Dean yelled, the only thing stopping him from lunging at Chuck was Crowley’s hand on his arm.
Chuck froze and shot Dean a look that was overflowing with anger, making Dean take a step back. For a second he’d forgotten who he was speaking to.
“Excuse me? I interfered more in that year then I have done since the beginning of time! Or are you forgetting all my little hints and warnings? I introduced you to Becky. I put you on that plane, I bought Castiel back more than once. If it weren’t for me, you never would have met Crowley!” Chuck reminded him.
“You could have stopped it! All those people we lost, how close we came to losing and it’s all your fault!” Dean yelled back.
“My fault? See, now my memory must be fuzzy because that’s not how I remember it.” Chuck said, stepping towards him. “You’re the one who sold your soul and started torturing in Hell.” He pointed at Dean before turning on Sam. “And you’re the one who started drinking demon blood and continued despite numerous warnings from many, myself included. The apocalypse happened because you two made a series of remarkably bad decisions and that’s somehow my fault?”
“You still could have stopped it.” Sam pointed out.
“Yes I could have. But I didn’t and you know why? Because it is not my job to clean up your mess. You wanted free will, the ability to make your own choices, choose your own destiny. Well guess what, the choices you make have consequences. You don’t get to fuck up the world and expect me to make everything better.” Chuck ranted, the simmering anger enough to make them all nervous.
Dean dropped his head, feeling chastised like a small child. He wanted to continue to argue but decided he’d pushed his luck enough. He wasn’t stupid enough to risk the wrath of God.
“Right, well, I’d love to stay and chat but I’ve got some work to do. Everything’s gone to hell since I’ve been gone.” Chuck shrugged, the anger evaporating as quickly as it had appeared.
“Wait! Did Raphael do something to Cas?” Dean asked suddenly. Maybe that was why Castiel hadn’t spoken to him in over a year?
“No. Castiel has been on house arrested since Raphael took over. He’s fine.”
Dean opened his mouth to ask something else but Chuck was gone before he could.
“Is it just me, or was that a little anti-climatic?” Sam muttered, looking around the empty room. It all seemed a little too easy.
“I don’t know. We did got our asses saved by the big man himself. And either way, something was easy for once in our lives. Let’s not question it.” Dean said with a shrug, leaning heavily against Crowley.
Crowley wrapped a strong arm around his waist and pulled him close. His throat was sore, every time he swallowed it felt like swallowing razors.
“So what now?” Sam asked what they were all thinking.
“Now we go home and forget this whole fucking mess ever happened.”
Six months later
Forgetting was a lot easier said than done. Sam had moved in with him and Dean had to admit, it was nice having someone around when Crowley was away. Although it had taken a months before Crowley would leave his side for longer than a day or two. Dean nearly dying had ramped up Crowley’s protectiveness to near overbearing levels but Dean was too busy basking in it to be annoyed. Dean’s problem was he just couldn’t settle back into his old life. He dreaded going to work, he hated coming home and doing housework and laundry. And he hated watching Sam going on hunts and feeling the burning desire to go with him. He generally hated himself, hated himself for being this unhappy with his life. It shouldn’t be like this, he was happy before. Why not now?
You know why. Sam being back changed everything.
He shook his head and opened the fridge door. The orange glow of the setting sun lit up the kitchen, his muscles ached from being under cars all day and all he wanted was to go to bed. He continued to be lost in his thoughts as he removed the groceries from the paper bag and put them in the fridge.
Sam’s voice startled him and caused him to nearly drop the orange juice.
“Can ya help me?” Sam waved a green folder in the air.
Sam had been taking over some of Bobby’s hunters. Researching and taking calls for them while Bobby took a bit of break.
“Sure. Lets have a look.”
Sam handed over the folder and Dean flicked through the pages.
“It’s a Vetala. Tell Lee to be careful, they hunt in pairs and their venom will knock you out cold.” Dean answered after a moment.
Sam looked at him in shock before smiling thankfully. “Dude, you’re a fucking genius at this.” He muttered before pulling out his phone to call Lee. “How do you kill them?”
“Same thing that kills most monsters. Silver knife to the heart.” Dean shrugged, returning to his job of putting the groceries away. “There’s a bit about them in John’s journal.”
Sam nodded and left Dean to his job. Soon the fridge was full and Dean was rubbing at his eyes tiredly.
“Do you want dinner?” he yelled out to Sam, hoping the answer was no.
“Nah, I ate before you got home.” Sam called back, making Dean sigh in relief.
Dean headed into the lounge room where Sam was busy on his laptop and ruffled his brother’s hair. “I’m off to bed. I have to be at work at seven tomorrow.”
“Night. I won’t be here when you wake up. I told Bobby I’d check something out in Kansas.” Sam said, looking at him with a smile.
Dean felt a twinge of jealously that Sam got to go on a hunt and he didn’t. Quilt swiftly followed and with a shake of his head he went upstairs to his bedroom. Locking the door behind him, he walked to the bathroom and pulled off his grease stain clothes, leaving them in a pile on the tiled floor. He’d deal with it later. He kicked his boxers off and grabbed a pair of dark green pajama pants, pulling them on before throwing himself face first on the bed. He’d changed the sheets that morning so they were crisp and clean. With a tired sigh he buried his head in his pillow as much as he could without suffocating himself.
He was just drifting off to sleep when a heavy weight settled on his lower back. He jerked awake but was quickly relaxed again when he recognized Crowley’s touch. A pair of hands began massaging his shoulder blades. The touch was strong, strong enough for it to almost be painful but it made his muscles melt.
“I’ve had a bitch of a day.” He wined, turning his face to one side so Crowley could hear him.
“You fix cars for a living. My job is literally Hell. How can you complain?”
Because I’m not a mechanic and pretending I’m not miserable everyday is killing me. “It’s just been a long day.” Is what he said instead. Besides, he wasn’t miserable all the time, just when Crowley wasn’t there to take the mind off the boredom. He loved Crowley, he really did and he wanted to be with him but he couldn’t deny who he was.
Dean was woken by a gentle shake to his shoulder and he forced himself to peek out from the warm cocoon he’d created in the bed. Crowley was stood over him fully dressed and Dean looked up at him in confusion. A quick glance at the alarm clock told him it was five-thirty in the morning.
“Get dressed and come downstairs.” Crowley answered with a tense smile.
“Why?” Dean asked, sitting up in the bed.
“Just get dressed and come downstairs.”
Crowley left the room and Dean blinked at the bedroom door. Frowning heavily he slipped out of bed and pulled on a clean pair of jeans and a shirt before grabbing a jacket from the closet. It was cold night and he was already shivering. He wasn’t sure what Crowley had planned so he also slipped on a pair of shoes before heading downstairs.
When he reached the lounge room Crowley was stood next to couch with two duffle bags at his feet.
“What’s going on?” Dean asked, not liking the way his heart jumped into his throat.
“I’m calling in your debt.” Crowley answered simply, confusing Dean even more.
“Our first date, we made a deal. I’d answer your questions and you’d owe me something.”
“So what do you want?”
Dean was fighting his rising fear. Those were his duffle bags on the floor and he knew exactly what Crowley wanted.
“Sam is outside in the car. There’s a hunt in Kansas and I want you to go. Go with Sam.”
“You’re kicking me out.”
“No. if you can look me in the eyes and tell me honestly you don’t want to go, I won’t force you.” Crowley promised.
Dean opened his mouth but he couldn’t force the words out. He never could lie to Crowley and now was no different. So instead he said the only thing he could. “I love you.”
“I know. Wanting to leave doesn’t change that. You’re not happy here Dean. This isn’t who you are, you’re a hunter and you can’t change that any more than I can stop being a demon.”
“I chose you once, and I’ll always choose you.” Dean muttered, squaring his jaw and refusing to back down.
“This isn’t about choosing me Dean! You have me! You’ll have me whether you’re a mechanic, a hunter or a fucking mailman. I’m yours. This is about you thinking you have to be something else to be with me and you don’t!”
Dean was looking at the floor, trying to find the courage to take what Crowley was offering so he didn’t see Crowley move towards him until the demon was touching his face. Gentle but firm fingers lifted his chin until Dean’s watery eyes met Crowley’s.
“You need to go with your brother. Everything changed when Sam came back and we both know it.”
Dean knew Crowley was right, knew it was only a matter of time before the resentment of living a life he hated started to effect their relationship but letting go still hurt. He leaned forward and captured Crowley’s lips in a passionate kiss, wrapping a hand around the demon’s neck and pulling him as close as possible. Crowley groaned and sunk into the kiss, fisting his hand in Dean’s short hair. They pulled away when the need for air became too much and they stood, foreheads pressed together sharing breathless puffs of air.
“You had better come and see me.” Dean warned.
“Every chance I get. Promise.” Crowley chuckled breathlessly. “Get all this helping people out of your system because I’m gonna turn you into one hell of a demon.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Dean pulled away and picked up the duffle bags. If he didn’t leave now, he never would. Smiling softly he kissed Crowley on the cheek and left the lounge room before stepping out the front door. Sam was in the Impala, sitting in the passenger seat waiting for him. He slipped in the drivers seat and took the keys Sam offered him.
“You gonna be ok?”
“Of course. People to save, monsters to kill. The family business.”
Dean dies three years later.
He watched Sam dig up the grave, it was a freezing night and even with his thick jacket he was still shivering. The cemetery was old, they’d stopped burying people here years ago and Dean couldn’t help but wonder why the ghost had taken so long to bop up on their radar.
“You could help you know!” Sam yells up at him, sweat pouring off him.
Dean grinned down at him. “Sorry Sammy, you know the deal. I dug up the last one, your turn.”
“I fucking hate you.” Sam muttered, shoving the shovel angrily into the dirt.
Five minutes later there was a thump as Sam hit the coffin. Dean was about to jump down to help Sam life the lid when he was thrown backwards. He flew through the air and smashed into a tombstone. The force of the hit forced the air from his lungs and he was still struggling for air when the ghost appeared in front of him.
He pushed himself against the tombstone in a feeble attempt to get away. A hand forced its way into his stomach and he choked when blood filled his mouth, the ghost staring down at him. Her name was Meredith Wells and she’d killed her husband when she found out he’d been cheating on her with a man. Over the past two hundred years she’d killed over thirty gay men and although Dean was bisexual, he had feeling she wouldn’t be too concerned with technicalities, she was going to kill him all the same.
She twisted her hand and Dean screamed. He was in agony, the pain making his head spin and his vision blur. He dimly heard a something whoosh in the background and seconds later Meredith went up in flames, her hand still inside Dean. Sam had salted and burned her bones but it was too late. Half of Dean’s stomach was ripped out and blood was pooling around him. There was so much blood, impossible to see in the dark but Dean could feel it.
He could feel drenching his clothes and blood loss was making him dizzy. Sam appeared in front of him, and Dean was dimly aware Sam was yelling something. His brother knelt beside him and tried to get to stand up but he couldn’t even if he wanted to. He couldn’t feel his legs anymore.
“Come on Dean. The hospital’s twenty minutes away, get up.” Sam begged, tears building in he eyes and panic rolling off him.
Dean chuckled wetly, blood splattering his lips. “Sam we both know I’m not making it to a hospital.”
Sam closed his eyes but didn’t argue and slid down next to Dean. He stretched out his legs and wrapped an arm around Dean’s shoulders and pulling him close. Dean didn’t fight and leaned against Sam’s chest, each breath causing bone-shattering pain.
Sam was shaking against him and Dean knew his brother was fighting tears.
“Come on Sam, this isn’t the first time you’ve had to watch me die.” He pointed out softly, all the energy leaving him.
“Doesn’t get any easier though.” Sam choked out, holding him tighter.
“If it makes you feel any better, this is the first time I’m actually excited about what’s on the other side.”
“Crowley had better take damn good care of you.”
Dean didn’t answer, it was hard to keep track of his thoughts and his eyes kept closing, his vision dimming.
“Love you Sammy.” He whispered.
He was dying so he did something he’d never done before in his life. He stopped fighting.
“Love you big brother.”
That was the last thing Dean heard before he died.
He found himself standing at the back of a long line. He stuck his head out and raised his eyebrows when he saw the line went on for as far as he could see. There was a machine next to him and a sign above his telling him to take a ticket. He frowned at the dejected looking people and stepped out of line.
Demon guards didn’t step out the shadows, lightening didn’t strike him down and he wasn’t attacked in any way so he took another step. When it became clear that nothing bad was going to happen, Dean headed off down a passageway. He recognized the place as Hell but he had no idea exactly where he was or where he was supposed to find Crowley. Although this was Hell so he figured if he just wandered around long enough, he’d run into a demon sooner or later. He was right. It didn’t take long. A short, red haired man in a suit.
“Sean, right?” Dean guessed, vaguely remembering the man Crowley had once introduced him to.
“Winchester. What are you doing here?”
“I died.” Dean answered simply.
Sean nodded and looked a little awkward. Dean didn’t blame him. Most of Crowley’s demons were awkward around him, as much as they feared Crowley it was hard for them to ignore who Dean was.
“Right well, I’ll take you to the boss.” Sean murmured after a moment.
Dean nodded and followed the demon silently. He was thankful he’d run into Sean, they were turning down one corridor after another and he never would have found it by himself.
Sean paused at a door and nodded towards it. “He’s in there. He’s in a meeting though, I wouldn’t interrupt.”
Before Dean could answer, Sean had turned around and was walking away. Dean hesitated before knocking on the door. He waited for a moment but when he received no answer he pushed the door open. He entered a plain looking office with a large antique wooden desk against one wall. A large bookcase covered the wall behind the desk and the carpet was a deep mahogany colour. If Dean didn’t know any better he’d say he was in the office of an aging lawyer or politician. Crowley had his back turned to him and was talking to three demons.
“What have I told you morons about…” Crowley hissed turning around before catching sight of Dean. “Dean.”
“Hey.” Dean answered, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
They stared at each other silently for a moment and for a terrifying second Dean thought Crowley wasn’t happy to see him.
“Get out.” Crowley ordered the three demons.
They wasted no time in following Crowley’s orders, scurrying out of the room quickly.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Crowley lunged at him and kissed him passionately.
“God I’ve missed you.” Dean panted, pulling away and placing small kisses down Crowley’s neck.
“How did it happen?” Crowley asked.
“Ghost ripped a hole the size of a tennis ball in my stomach.” Dean answered, pushing Crowley’s jacket off and working on his shirt.
Crowley backed him up and pushed him through a door that hadn’t been there before into a bedroom. Dean looked at the welcoming bed and ached to have Crowley inside him.
“What about your meeting?” he asked, whining when Crowley latched his teeth onto his collarbone.
“Fuck ‘em. They can wait.” Crowley growled against his skin.
“I’d rather you fuck me.”
Crowley looked up at him with a smirk. “It’d be my pleasure darling.”
Dean stretched languidly across the silk bed sheets, the feel of it wonderful on his naked skin. Crowley was stretched out next to him and Dean rolled onto his stomach, arching his back into the air before flopping down. Crowley smiled and ran a hand along Dean’s spine, basking in the peaceful moment.
“So what happens now?”
“That’s up to you.” Crowley shrugged. “I meant what I said, I want you to rule by my side. Raphael was right about one thing; together we’d be unbeatable. However if you’re uncomfortable with committing certain….acts, Hell is whatever I make it. I can give you anything you want. Any way you want it..”
Dean rolled on his back and cupped Crowley’s face, pulling him closer. “I chose you, I chose this life. I will rule by your side and no one will stand in our way.”
Crowley smiled wildly and kissed Dean’s chest above his tattoo. “You’re finally mine and no one, not angels or demons or God himself is going to take you away.” He whispered possessively in Dean’s ear, causing him to shiver.
“You know this is closer to a happy ending than I ever thought I’d get.” Dean admitted softly, carding his fingers through the demon’s hair.
“Darling, this is just the beginning.”
Well there it is. This story has turned out better than I ever could have hoped and went on far longer than I’d planned. I hope it was the ending you wanted and if not, I hope it wasn’t too bad. Thank you so much to every one of you who supported me through the writing of this story. All your kind words and encouragement has meant so much to me.