Hey, it's Alethea, and I love, love, love Destiel, so here's my interpretation of what should happen post-season 12. Note that I'm six episodes away from the end, so some stuff might be off.

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This is heaven. Not literally, but goddamnit, watching Cas come down the aisle toward me? this makes up for hell, purgatory, the apocalypse. Everyone is watching Cas, but no one with the ferocity I am. No one with the love that I am.

Everyone is here. No one's on designated sides or anything cause this is just the church closest to the Men of Letters' bunker, it's nothing fancy. Cas insisted on the church, on being married somewhere that recognized his father, and it's certainly better than some field, or the woods, cause I still don't do the chick-flick crap.

Sam is standing at my side, and Gabriel's opposite him. They're both smiling like crazy, possibly cause it's probable they'll fuck later. My mother is in a dress, crying and beaming in the front row. Jody, Alex, and Claire are there, of course, all smiling in the front row. Claire still looks kinda pissed off that Cas asked her to be the flower girl. She refused. He made her do it anyway. Garth and Bess are there, along with their kids (pups?) Remus and Alyssa. Mrs. Tran came, much to my surprise, and she seems ok, despite Kevin being gone. I ran into Lisa at the store the other day (she's here visiting her fiancé's parents) and I invited her and Ben. He's all grown up, it's crazy. Crowley is in the seat next to my mother, bawling unashamedly, and therefor ruining his reputation. Rowena is next to him, but I'm too happy to care. Missouri Moseley, from way back in the day, from when Sammy and I were kids, is there, too. A bunch of hunters, too, including Alicia, Max, Krissy, Eileen, Ennis, Donna Hanscum, Jesse, and Cesar have all travelled and showered to see me get married. Sonofabitch, even the Ghostfacers.

Those are mostly my people, even though Cas knows and loves them all, but his family came, too. His brothers and sisters Isobel, Benedict, Charlotte, Rebecca, Deborah, Solomon, Ezra, and Ester are all here, so even if Cas's garrison is gone, at least he has some other angels. Even Chuck and Amara are in the back row, having travelled back into the universe just for this.

Cas is opposite me now in his matching suit, a minister the only thing standing between us, twenty minutes the other thing standing between now and me calling him my husband.

"Castiel, I've loved you ever since you 'gripped me tight and raised me from perdition'," I say when it's my turn, taking his hands. I'm not gonna cry, I'm still a guy*, but I really do love Cas with everything in me. "You joined the family business, so it's about time you joined the family."

"Thank you, Dean. I love you, as well." He turns to the minister. "I have waited eleven years, I will not wait a minute longer."

"Then by the power vested in me by the state of Kansas, I pronounce you Dean and Castiel Winchester."

Cas kisses me, and it feels different than all the other times, better. we break away from each other as everyone cheers. People (and angels. And God.) pour out of the room and into the reception hall across the street. Music is playing, and the tables have blue tablecloths on them.

Blue has become my favorite color. It's color of the tie Cas always wears, the one that's never quite tight, and one that was never out of place, even through a battle. It's color of Cas's eyes. The eyes that smile at me from across the room, that let me know he loves me, or that he'll see me tonight. Blue is a great color.

My mother is the one who asked for the flowers, the one who picked the menu, the one who cared about all the wedding crap. I just wanted a band on my finger, girly as that sounds.

I'm holding Cas's hand as I enter the hall, and I don't let go even while we sit down to eat. People keep clinking their glasses, and we kiss over and over. When it's time for our first dance (I don't dance except for Cas), Falling by Hunter Hayes is playing softly, and everyone is quiet.

"You would think for all the days I've known you,

That I would have you memorized by now.

With every question answered, and every single page turned,

But you just keep me on the edge somehow."

"Dean, I would like you to know that I fell from heaven a long time ago, but I'll never stop falling for you."

I hear every girl in attendance let out a little sigh.

"Thanks, Cas. Love you, too."

It's all a haze of happiness after that.

We're taking a break from hunting for a while, just living out our honeymoon in the bunker, but Sam paid for a hotel for tonight so that he wouldn't 'hear our wedding night'.

"Dean?" Cas asks, coming out of the bathroom in his usual outfit, trench coat and all. He wanted to get married in it, but I said no.

"Yeah, Baby?" he's objected to me calling him that, but I explained that he's my baby now, not the Impala, and it's a compliment that he's taken up so much room in my heart that he'd pushed out the original Baby.

"Dean, when an angel gets married, it is customary for them to…" he trails off, but I pull him into bed with me by the waist.

"We've already done that, Cas," I remind him, hands on his waist as he straddles me.

"Not sexual intercourse, Dean. It is customary for an angel to…show their wings." He looks nervous, his fingers intertwining with mine as I lay back on the mattress.

"Ok."

"Ok? You are…all right with me revealing my wings?"

"Of course, Baby." He kisses me, and I close my eyes. When I open them, black, feathered wings are spread out behind him, enfolding us gently. I reach out and stroke one gently, eliciting a moan from Cas. "Does it hurt?"

"No. No, Dean, it feels…good. Like sexual intercourse," he breathes.

"How many times have I told you to just call it sex?" I ask, moving my hips to align better with Cas's.

"Maybe you should tell me again," he instructs, and I'm more than happy to oblige.

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