**This brings us to the end of Deja Vu. Thank you so much for joining me on this crazy adventure...this story was so much fun to write and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Please let me know what you think!**

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**The Girl with the Dinosaur Tattoo**


Chapter 11

The Day Of

Gabriel and Eros stood in the middle of the girls' living room and stared, waiting for Grace's phone to do something—anything that would give them hope about the bond forming between she and Dean. Grace had fallen asleep in the chair as Serra studied and evening was setting in.

"I'm so bored!" Eros whined, exasperated. "This is why I don't watch humans unless they're doing something exciting."

Gabriel waved him off and pointed. "Just hold it together," he replied, still staring forward. "Her phone is right there and it should be ringing any second, now."

Grace awoke and talked with Serra for a while, pushing the limits of Eros and Gabriel's patience. When Dean finally called, Gabriel shook his head. "They're too grown up. This is taking forever," he mumbled. "I don't know how much more of this I can take."

"Can't we fast forward or something?" Eros replied, putting his hands on his hips. "Or just come back later?"

Gabriel was nodding as he munched on popcorn. "Yeah," he said, his mouth full, "later is good. Let's do that."

Tapping Gabriel on the shoulder insistently, Eros gasped. "She's still wearing those ugly red pants!" he whispered as he and Gabriel appeared outside the Impala, watching Dean walk around the car to take her hand and wait the customary three seconds before proceeding. They had arrived at the Men of Letters bunker just in time. Eros could hardly contain his excitement.

Gabriel took another handful of popcorn and shoved it into his mouth. He shrugged and smiled wryly, showing off his deep dimples. "It's not what she's wearing," he began, smiling to himself. "It's what she's not."

"That doesn't even make any sense," Eros argued, making a face.

They both turned to follow Dean and Grace into the Men of Letters bunker and as Gabriel tried to take a step forward through the threshold, he seemed to hit an invisible barrier, keeping him outside of the foyer. "What the?" Gabriel muttered, glancing up at the door closed in front of him. "Why can't we get in?"

"What?" Eros yelled, approaching the door. "What are you talking about?" Eros approached the door and closed his eyes, trying to force his way through the boundary of the Winchester's home. He exchanged a panicked look with Gabriel and seemed as though he was about to cry. "All this waiting? All this time and we can't even watch?" Eros screamed. "No! They finally end up together! You don't even have to erase their memories this time! We have to see the finale!"

Gabriel stared at the door and sighed heavily, completely at a loss. "There must be some sort of protective enchantments around the building," he said, mostly explaining to himself. "There has to be something keeping us out."

"But Castiel! He can come and go as he pleases!"

"He's also invited in," Gabriel argued. "There must be a difference."

Just then, Eros let out a wail of despair and fell to his knees in the leaves and mud. "No!" he shouted. "There has to be a way! Let's reroute them to sleep together the first time at her house!" He covered his face and repeated, "There has to be a way!"

"They're already inside," Gabriel muttered. "It's too late."

Eros stared up at Gabriel and had tears in his eyes with mud spread across his face and chest. He looked absolutely pathetic. "This is worse than the cable going out during the finale of Friends. I had to wait a week to find out if Rachel got off the plane!"

"Stop being so dramatic," Gabriel answered, shaking his head. "We know they screw. We know they end up together. We just...don't get to see it this time."

Eros whined again, his head falling back onto his shoulders as he closed his eyes. "After all this? After all this time, we have to just walk away?"

"Yep," Gabriel said, already walking towards the trees, popcorn still in hand. "I guess so."

Inside his room, Dean stared into Grace's blue eyes and smiled as he peeled the tank top up and over her head, never breaking physical contact with her body. He didn't want to lose her, even for the few seconds it would take for her to come back. More than anything, he wanted to make sure she was present for the entire night. Dean had some big plans that involved those red sweatpants being unceremoniously dumped into a pile at the foot of his bed.

Grace closed her eyes as Dean bent to kiss her deeply, wrapping his strong hands around the back of her head, tangling in her hair, and she sighed in contentment as the rest of her life unfolded before her.