[His eyes open again the moment he feels Crowley's warm hands on his cheeks. There's a subtle shift in his expression, the same look on his face when the demon offered his flat to stay in after Armageddon.]

I never not wanted to be with you, Crowley. No matter how hard I pushed you away at times.

[He curls up in Crowley's arms, feeling small, but secure. Their history is rife with ups and downs, but somehow all the stronger for it. Nevertheless, he makes a vow never to take any of it for granted.]

I suppose it says something about us that one sober, heartfelt conversation was finally all it took to end up here.