Dean and Cas sitting in heaven after all is said and done.
Dean turns to Cas, “It was like it wasn’t written the way it was supposed to be.”
Cas sighs a little and tilts his head, “Well,” he reaches out and takes Dean’s hand, “we’re writing it now.”
Neither pulls their hand away. It’s like the universe and the scribes of fate had finally allowed their happy ending. It is a beautiful thing. Especially since they both know Sam is looking for them. He won’t make the same mistake twice.
This isn’t an ending. Fuck that, they’re Winchesters.
Biting his lip, Dean smiles. “Castiel Winchester.” He says it low; reminding himself that Cas is a part of this, a big part of this, whatever it is.
Winchesters don’t die.
Dean squeezes Cas’ hand harder. “This isn’t over.”
Cas smiles at an oncoming darkness, something that screams pain and reality in the bright oasis of the heavenly realm. “I know.”
The both are hurled back to earth, Cas falling all over again and Dean holding on for dear life. This time, neither of them letting go.