Sorta Kinda like The Notebook but, my version with Destiel :)

Chapter #12

AN: This is it.

"Well, that's all.", Dean stated, as he closed the leather bound book with a soft thud.
Castiel's eyes were the size of saucers as he glazed up at Dean, then back at the now finished story.
"Really? You sure there isn't one more page? Maybe, you skipped one..."
The other man just chuckled and shook his head.
"No, it's over. See? The writing ends there.", he said, gesturing with a finger so Cas could see for himself.
"But, what happened after that? Did they get married? Did Castiel leave Sarah? Did-", but Dean had already put up a hand to stop his ramblings.
"Let's just say that Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak lived happily ever after and leave it at that, okay?"
"Okay.", Cas all but mumbled.
Dean got up from his lawn chair after that, when a nurse came to tell him it was time for his medication, and left Cas sitting there, as he waved goodbye and headed off with the nurse.
But, Castiel barely noticed because, he was still thinking about that story Dean had read.
Had it really just been a story?
Was it really, truly over?
It had seemed so real to him, almost like it could go on, forever and maybe, just maybe, it could...Somehow.
But, Castiel's mind went blank once again, and he sat listlessly out on the lawn in his chair once again.

"It's time for bed, Mr. Winchester.", a nursing home employee said, as she pulled back the bed covers and helped him into bed.
Dean sighed as he reluctantly let Linda help him into his bed, his joints no longer what they used to be.
Then, as she was leaving, he said: "Could you leave the light on for a little while longer?"
Linda smiled slightly at that, but gave Dean a questioning look.
"Why's that?", she asked.
But, all he said was that he might have a visitor.
Castiel wondered aimlessly out of the alzheimers wing and down the hallway that led to the arthritis wing of the nursing home and felt at the numbers on each door, until he found the room he was looking for.
Number 1967.
Dean's room.
How he knew that it was, he wasn't sure, all he remembered from his brief flashes of memory was that Dean used to drive a 1967 Chevy Impala and had called it his 'Baby'.
It had belonged to Dean's father and it had been the car that Cas' mother had always dreaded seeing, because it meant that her precious 'baby' was going out with his boyfriend and wouldn't be home until late after dark.
Now though, Sam drove it and Castiel only ever saw the stupid car from his window.
He had really hated that car.
It had smelled like cigarettes and way too much polish for those leather seats, making him want to hurl after even being in it for only 5 minutes.
And, Dean's constant singing of some classic rock song like Metallica, almost drove Cas insane.
But, he had also really loved that car.
It had been where him and Dean had first made love, a week after they had met at that stupid fair.
And, they'd taken several trips up to Cas' family's lake house in it, both singing their hearts out to the same 6 or so classic rock cassette tapes, until they were too hoarse to barely speak at all.
Yep, it had been a stupidly great car.
That was one thing Castiel knew was certain, if only that.
Finally, he took a shuddering breath as he slowly turned the knob and pushed the door open.
He was greeted by a bright wash of yellow light and the sound of Dean's voice, quieter than it had been earlier.
"Hey Cas, I thought you'd come."
Castiel nodded then subconsciously pushed his thick black rimmed frames up the bridge of his nose.
He was clearly a little bit nervous.
"I remember, Dean. I finally remember."
Dean only bit his lip and nodded, as he tried to hold back the flood of tears.
Castiel noticed Dean's sad expression and walked towards his bed, sitting on the edge as he stared at him.
"Dean, what's wrong?", he asked, grabbing the other man's hand.
His husband's hand.
"I-I just thought that you'd never remember. That you'd die and-", his breath caught in his throat at that and he began to sob bitterly into Cas' shoulder.
Castiel tried to sooth his husband, as he held Dean tightly against him and let his own tears spill out of his eyes.
"Shhh, it's okay now, Dean. I've got you. It's okay...", he whispered quietly into the dimly lit room.
And then, an 'I love you' as he felt his eyelids droop and his head fall lightly back against Dean's chest.
In the morning, when Linda went to do her rounds, she found the two men lying together on Dean's bed, their skin pale and their eyes shut.
She checked for a pulse and found none on either of the men, and their skin was cold as ice.
Later that day, Sam Winchester found out that his brother and his brother-in-law had died in their sleep earlier that morning.
Dean with Cas' ugly school sweater splayed across him and Cas with Dean's jacket huddled around his small frame and shoulders.
But, he knew that they were okay now, and Cas would no longer be plagued with the illness he'd had for so long.
Both had died peacefully, next to each other, and there was nobody who could change that.