AN: Wow, so many reviews! :D

Makoto04: I feel like most of the proposals I see between them are like you said; really touchy feely and teary-eyed and that's just not them to me. Dean's all manly and shit and Castiel is way too… proud, I guess? Not in a bad way, but like he wouldn't do that. It's not them. Also, I sort of fashioned it after the way Misha proposed to Vicki. watch?v=k7RD8OQ3_bc

Faeriefyre16: Thanks! I flail a lot, too.

LoveStory-Fanatic: I adore that song, but it's not quite what I'm looking for. Thanks anyways, though! Jensen is so talented (:

Viddergirl: Wow, another one-nighter? Thanks!

Woo! So, this may have something similar to one of my other stories, I'm not sure yet. I'd rather it didn't but I don't know what else I'll be able to think of. Also, I feel like tonight's episode is going to cause me a lot of pain, and I feel like next week's will be even worse. I'm having a friend come over so we can cry together.

Chapter 14

If being married was anything like being engaged, Castiel could hardly wait. He was constantly ecstatic. He would hum while he did his schoolwork, whistle while he did odd chores around the house. He even ended up singing quietly to himself one night while preparing dinner.

"What're you singing?" Dean asked, walking into the kitchen.

"Huh?" Cas turned away from the vegetables he was chopping. "Oh, I didn't even notice that was out loud. It's called 'In My Life.'"

"By the Beatles?"

"Yeah," Cas smiled.

"You have a really nice singing voice."

"Yeah, I'm sure," Castiel rolled his eyes sarcastically.

"I think so," Dean shrugged. "Anyways, guess what just happened to me?"

"Hmmmm," Cas turned back to the vegetables, pretending to think. "You realized your life long dream to become a ballerina?"

"No, I've got that penciled in on my schedule for next Thursday," Dean quipped. "Someone talked to me at the diner today."

"Ok?" Cas was confused.

"He saw me working on my latest art piece. He wants to buy it."

"Wow! That's great, Dean." Castiel put the knife down, turning to give Dean a hug. "Now go wash up before dinner. Your father and Sam are coming. You can tell them the good news tonight."

"That's not the only good news we'll be telling them," Dean said, planting a kiss on Cas's cheek as he fingered the ring on his hand.

"So, John, how's work been going?" Castiel asked as they all settled down for dinner.

"It's been going well. I'm just glad I'm able to be here having dinner with you and my boys," John smiled warmly.

"We're glad you could make it too, Dad," Dean said. "We have a few things we want to talk to both of you about."

"Wha's go'n on?" Sam asked around a huge mouthful of food.

"Chew and swallow, Sam," John chastised as he tried not to smile.

"Sorry," Sam shrugged, swallowing. "I'm in my senior year of high school. Teenage boy metabolism. I'm hungry. Anyways, what's the news?"

"Well, first of all, Cas and I are getting married."

"What?!" Sam leapt out of his chair to hug Dean. "Congratulations!"

"Congratulations," John said with a quiet smile on his face. He got up, hugging first Castiel and then Dean.

"Sammy," Dean continued, "I want you to be my best man."

"Seriously?" Sam asked. "Of course! I'd love to."

"Now for the next bit of news…" Cas began, letting Dean tell his family.

"I've sold another art piece!" Dean announced.

"Good job, son," John smiled.

"But not only have I sold another art piece," Dean went on, "I've sold all my art pieces."

"What?!" Castiel yelped. "You didn't tell me that."

"Surprise," Dean grinned.

"That's gotta be a ton of money," Sam said, his eyes wide. "What're you going to do with all of it?"

"Manners, Sam," John scolded, smacking Sammy lightly upside the head.

"Sorry," Sam apologized again.

"It's fine, Sammy." Dean smiled as Sam bristled slightly at the nickname. "I don't know what I'll do with it. But it's something Cas and I are going to decide together."

"No, Dean," Castiel shook his head. "This is your money. I want you to do what you want with it. Whatever you decide will be amazing, I'm sure."

"Well," Dean started hesitantly, "I was thinking then…. maybe I'll use it to help put Sammy through college?"

"Actually," Sam interrupted, "that brings me to some news I also want to share. Stanford got back to me."

"And?" the entire table asked anxiously.

"I got in...," he grinned.

"It's decided, then," Castiel beamed. "The money's going to Sam's college funds."

"…On a full scholarship," Sam finished.

The entire room went dead silent.

"A full scholarship?" Castiel repeated.

"Yeah," Sam smiled, looking down modestly at the dinner table.

"Wow, I… Congratulations, Sammy," John croaked, clearly both shocked and immensely proud.

"Yeah, really, Sam," Dean said. "Well done."

"Thanks, guys," Sam said, embarrassed. "It's really no big deal."

The dinner continued cheerfully. John thanked Castiel for the wonderful meal, Sam and Dean searched the kitchen for desserts, and Castiel even pulled out a bottle of wine to celebrate all the good news. Just as they were finishing dessert, Sam spoke up again.

"So, uh, Dean… What're you going to do with all the money now?"

"I don't know," Dean shrugged. "I'll have to think about it. In the meantime, though, you should get home. You have school tomorrow, and we don't want to get you kicked out of Stanford already, do we?" Dean teased him, reaching out to ruffle his hair. Sam knocked his arm away playfully. Castiel picked up the dishes from silverware and went to put them in the kitchen as Dean walked his family to the door.

"G'night, Dean," Sam said, wrapping his arms around Dean's waist for a hug like he used to when they were kids. "I'm really excited to be your best man. Congrats again."

"Thanks, Sammy," Dean said quietly, lightly returning the hug.

"Congratulations, Dean," John said, pulling Dean into another hug as Sam stepped away. "I'm really proud of you."

"Thanks, Dad," Dean smiled. "Hey, Dad?" he added, as John began to move away. "Do you… Do you think Mom would've liked Castiel?"

John glanced towards the kitchen, where Cas could be seen whistling cheerfully while he washed up after dinner. He turned back to Dean with a sad smile.

"She would've adored him."

That night, as Dean and Castiel climbed into bed, the matter of Dean's new wealth kept pushing it's way to the forefront of his mind.

"Hey, Cas?" Dean whispered into the darkness, his arm wrapped around Castiel's waist.

"Yeah?" came the quiet reply.

"I've been thinking about what to do with all that money… I think I want to donate it."

"Yeah? Where to?" Cas asked sleepily.

"Maybe I'll start my own charity," Dean mused. "One for kids who are deaf so they can afford to go to school."

Cas turned in Dean's arms so they were facing each other.

"You'll never cease to amaze me, you know," Cas said, snuggling into Dean's chest.

Dean nuzzled his nose into Castiel's fluffy hair. "I hope I never do."

AN: What Chuck said is right… endings are hard! This isn't the end, but it's just about there because I'm starting to not like the way I'm writing. If you have any prompts you want me to look at, let me know!