One year later

"You may kiss the bride." And with that, Anna threw herself into her new husband's arms, a good, honest Christian boy called Joseph. Castiel ended up in tears, as Dean kept an arm around him. The ceremony was beautiful, and Dean even persuaded Trevor to do the photography for the happy couple.

Castiel was currently dancing with his sister after the reception had died down, his blond haired lover sat at the side, smiling softly. Chuck sat down next to him, handing him some punch before sighing.

"That's all my children all grown up now." He said, a smile on his face and a tear in his eye. "I don't think I ever thanked you Dean."

"For what?" Dean asked, the cup pressed to his lips.

"I can remember what Cassie was like before he came to the city; shy, scared, unhappy. And now I look at him and I see a confident, happy and in love man, who has finally shut his inner demons up and has accepted who he is and has fulfilled his dreams. As a father, it is all I can ask for in my children is that they are happy."

"He makes me very happy as well, sir. He makes my big house a lot less lonely." Memories of sitting on the sofa, Castiel in his arms whilst he watched television flooded into his mind. Memories of just watching Cas type away on his laptop on new stories, as he had been given the job at Male Gaze. He loved Cas in his big glasses, hair a mess and several cups of half drunk coffee around his feet, as he rushed to meet the deadlines. He loved the way Cas smiled when he saw his article, or when he was recognised for his writing, not the fact he was sucking Dean Winchesters dick. Though he did enjoy doing that. "Very happy."

"I am glad."

"And don't worry, I treat him with respect and will do my best to protect him."

"Dean I"

"I love him with all my heart and I will make him the happiest man in the world. He will have whatever he wants, and I'll treat him like a King and"

"Dean it sounds like you are asking for his hand." As Chuck chuckled, Dean considered marrying Cas. Next thing he pictured was the whole wedding, adopting a beautiful little girl, then a boy later on and living in a beautiful house in the countryside with horses and cats and then growing old together and taking his last breath in Cas's embrace. That's a bit morbid "Dean, what's morbid?"

"What? Oh, sorry. I am."

"Morbid?"

"No, I'm asking if I can marry Castiel." Chuck smiled, patting the blond on the shoulder. "May I have your son's hand in marriage?"

"Of course you may. Good luck." And with that Chuck stood and left. And Dean was confused.

It took several days for Dean to muster up the courage to ask Cas to marry him. He wanted it to be romantic and bold and remember-able that Dean was running around like a headless chicken to get everything organised. He planned a candle lit dinner with a violinist, before going on a carriage ride in the mood light, cuddled together, and then in central park he would have rose petals on the ground, all the lights on as Dean proposed by the lake, before they went ice-skating.

He went out and found the perfect ring; a silver band with wings carved into it to show that Cas was still his angel. But in the mad rush, he left the ring on the coffee table as he went out to the studio one morning.

Cas sort of fell into the living room at 11, having been up late with writing, a latte in his hand as he flicked on the TV. Drawing his knee's up, he thought about surprising Dean when he got home. I could make him a pie, Cas pondered in his sleep deprived state. Or I could pop out of a pie in my birthday suit and get him to lick it all off. With a chuckle, Cas placed his cup on the coffee table, which is when he found the box. He lifted it carefully, as if it were made of glass, and inspected in carefully.

"Oh my…." Cas whispered, opening it slowly. "Oh wow…" He smiled at the ring, running his fingers over the engraving before placing the box down. He want's to marry me. He want's to marry me. Cas was freaking out. Literally freaking out. He began to pace the room, trying to decide if he wanted to marry Dean. "Well, the sex is unbelievable. Unbelievable. He's kind, sweet, handsome, great in bed, great with kids. Oh my god now I am thinking about children! And talking to myself. I need air. Lots of it."

Dean was surprised to not find Castiel home when he arrived. At 8pm. Usually Castiel was tucked up on the sofa, waiting for American Idol to start so he could get the latest gossip ready for articles.

He was even more surprised to find the ring box open.

"Hey Cassie, please answer the phone. Please, I know you're frightened but I love you and I want to talk about this in person. Please baby, angel I love you. Okay, please call me back, please? I love you so much angel." Dean let the phone fall onto the sofa, as he laid back, another empty bottle in his hands. He couldn't remember how many he had drank, but there were about 4 on the floor, so we'll say he's had 6.

The click of the front door made Dean race to his feet, but Sam was in the doorway.

"Hey, you alright?" Sam asked, walking over to his heart broken looking brother. "Dean what's happened?"

"I was gunna purpose to Cas."

"Wow, that's great man."

"But he found the ring and now I can find him and all my beer is gone." Sam frowned, re-directing the singer into his bedroom, not even going to ask about the women's underwear on the floor. He knew his brother would wear it when he stripped for 'kinkier customers'; the taller brother didn't realise it wasn't actually something he was required to do and shuddered. "What am I gunna do Sammy?"

"Look, he'll turn up Dean, and then you guys can talk about it. Just give him some space; he loves you so much."

"It was a mistake… to plan to propose when we'd never talked about it." Sam nodded, laying Dean down. "He's never gunna come back."

"He will Dean, you just sleep off and I'll be here when you wake up."

"Pinky promise?" Sam had his 'fucking really Dean?' face on, but just sighed, and held his pinky out.

"I promise." Dean fell into a drunken slumber, and Sam phoned Jess to let her know he was staying the night.

It was 3am when Cas snuck in.

"Where have you been? He almost drunk himself to death" Sam hissed, making Castiel jump and fall over the umbrella stand. Sam pulled the face again, going over to help the man. "Listen, freaking out is okay; Jess was terrified of getting married at first. Disappearing until the early hours of the morning is not fucking okay. He has never loved anyone like he loves you, and know you are making him doubt himself. He thinks you were never coming back, and"

"Sam I went to ask my dad if he'd perform the ceremony. I'm going to delete all the messages, place the ring in his trouser pocket and make him think he dreamt the whole thing."

"That will never work."

Surprisingly, it did.

Dean proposed, just as he planned to, and Castiel said yes. They spent the rest of that day in bed, before breaking the news on Twitter to their combined 5 million followers. They married a few months later.

Their lives were blissful and sweet in each other's arms.

Do they get the white fence, the kids and the cat? Or does it turn out differently? Make up how you wish, because we've come to the end of this story! :( Thank you so much for all the favourites and comments :) Love ya all.