It is the end of the season ten premiere. The Impala rests in the background, covered in dents and scrapes that Dean has already said he would fix. When the picture cuts to Sam, we see him staring (quite longingly) at a woman walking her dog. He takes a step back, hiding from the woman as she looks around. He smiles.

With only five minutes left, we the viewers have given up all hope in their ship setting sail. We settle, with resigned but satisfied faces, as we watch our heroes live out the end of their ordeal. Then, we gasp with delight as Castiel takes an unsteady step towards Dean.

Is it now? Will our hopes finally come true? Will the pairing finally become canon? It is truly now or never.

His trench coat, long since found in the middle of season nine, hangs off him in tatters. His face is unshaven and a cut runs along his cheek, the only signs of the struggle they have gone through. When he moves his right leg, we see him wince. Dean steps forwards to catch and steady him, but Castiel waves him away. He has something to say, and he intends to say it.

"Dean," he says in his rough voice, obviously struggling to phrase his what he wants to say, "We made it."

We sigh. So far, this is turning out to be like every Destiel fakeout so far released. Still, we sit at the edges of our seats. Maybe...

"Yeah," Dean laughs, but his eyes are teary. Everything was over now. Every tragedy, every grudge...it was over. They were finally free to be happy, "Yeah, we made it."

"Dean," Castiel says again, taking a step closer. He had never learned to give Dean his personal space, "I have waited a long time for our responsibilities to be...over. I fell from grace. I have killed my own. Can I?"

Our eyes are wide with shock. We know. We knows exactly what is going to happen. Our thoughts click off, and all we find ourselves capable of doing is watching the events unfold.

"Can you what?" Dean asks. His face is beginning to fill with a blush. For once, his act is see through. He knows. He knows exactly what is coming.

Without word or warning, Castiel launches forwards and does something he's only done once before, with a demon. He forces thoughts of Meg out of his mind as their lips meet. He moans against Dean's mouth.

This was heavenly, more so than his home. No, Dean was his home now. He has been for some time. When Castiel looks into Dean's eyes, he feels safe.

"Cas," Dean mumbles, panting as he unbuttons his shirt, "Cas, I-"

AND THEN THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER IN M+ RATED FANFICTION