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So here is the last chapter of A Destiel Wedding, its reception time.

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The wedding reception was being held at… wait for it… The Roadhouse (wow, shocker, I know, I know, you're all in awe at the surprise, but the story must go on). There Castiel and Dean had all their friends and family, all the people they didn't want at the ceremony but wanted to celebrate their love with. It was there that both Sam and Gabriel told their embarrassing speeches about their brothers as is the right of the best man, though in truth both their speeches mainly talked about how hard they found it finding their brothers their perfect partner until Charlie came along. As such the redhead got a lot of praise, which she obviously took with humility and grace… as well as handing out her business card to the interests parties among the guests.

Then came the time to cut the cake. Gabriel had out done himself this time. It was without doubt the fanciest thing that had ever graced one of the tables at The Roadhouse, and that was saying something. (So true, last night they had had Dean and Cas in suits. What more could you want?) It was a perfect three tier amalgamation of all that represented both Dean and Castiel, including marzipan books and detective shield as well as hand-made figures of both Castiel and Dean for the top. It showed any who had wondered, that Gabriel truly did not belong in their small town. That he was destined for bigger and better things, and that by leaving he had made the right choice. Not that anyone really doubted any of that for a minute. (And why would they?)

And so Dean and Castiel took the knife in hand together and sliced through the bottom tier, only to find that even if it looked like a normal wedding cake, it was in fact made up of pies. Dean was in heaven, and as such spent the next 15 minutes standing next to it sampling them all, a lot more than once. (I bet. Dean and his pies, I despair.) It was there that Gabriel found him, making extremely rude noises as he put a piece of pie in his mouth. Gabriel refused to let his mind even think what else Dean out into his mouth and made those sorts of noises about. There was only so much one truly wanted to know about their brother's sex life after all. (Naughty Gabriel.) Instead he decided to deflect.

"That good hu?" He asked leaning against the table next to his new brother-in-law.

"Oh hell yeah. If I wasn't married to your brother Gabriel, I would seriously consider marrying this pie, and that one, and that one." Dean replied pointing to all the different layers making Gabriel chuckle.

"Well good thing you've got Cassie then Dean-o. Wouldn't want you committing bigamy after all." Gabriel said, not that Dean could answer, his mouth once again filled with pie, though this time at least he was silent while he enjoyed it. Smiling at him Gabriel decided it was time to get serious here. He came to speak to the other man for a reason after all.

"I don't need to threaten to kill you and bury your body where it will never be found if you hurt Castiel. Do I Dean?" he asked casually looking out over the crowd but watching Dean out of the corner of his eye. He didn't think he did, and this wasn't the first time that he had said this, but he felt it needed re-iterating, just in case in all the marriage mania Dean-o had forgotten.

"No, you don't. I'll never hurt him. but you already know that." Dean replied turning so he too was looking out over the crowd and matching Gabriel's stance which made the older man chuckle once more.

"That I do. Just wanted to make sure. I'm not going to be around so much now and all." Gabriel said with a shrug. It was strange, he had been in New York for two weeks and it already felt like home. This place wasn't, not anymore, but it was where his brother was and as such would always hold a special place in his heart. (Ahhh.)

"You have nothing to worry about. Cas is my life." Dean answered completely serious. He knew what it was like to have to let your brother go. And he also knew that no matter what you would be there for them whenever they needed it. It was what family did.

"Good, keep it that way." Gabriel nodded turning back to Dean with a sunny smile on his lips.

"I will. So how's the big apple?" Dean asked changing the subject to Gabriel instead of himself.

"Pretty much as if I never left." Gabriel replied with a slight disbelief in his voice. He still couldn't believe how easy it had been to fall back into his old life.

"So that a good thing or a bad one?" Dean asked cheekily, though looking at Gabriel's face the answer was obvious.

"A good thing Dean-o, a really good one. Now go dance with your husband." Gabriel responded with a wave of his hand releasing his brother-in-law to go do what he knew he really wanted to do.

"Yeah. My husband." And at that Dean walked off without a backward glance and with the biggest smile on his face that anyone there had ever seen.

Dean walked straight to Cas, he didn't see anyone else on the way, if people tried to stop him to talk he didn't notice, the only thing on his mind was giving his husband a kiss. Cos well, he could. And he loved him and he wanted everyone there to know Castiel was his. (Oh I think they're all aware of that Dean darling, what with it being your wedding reception and all.)

And Castiel, well when he noticed Dean walking to him a smile broke out on his face to match his husbands. His husband. He couldn't quite believe that he was married to the man he loved more than anything. And when Dean reached him and pulled him into his arms he let him. And kissed him back when their lips met. They loved each other, they were married and they had a home. They both had everything they had ever wanted.

And everyone watching them came to the conclusion (as they had soooo many times before) that these two truly were destined for each other.

The end (of this little story at any rate.)