Disclaimer: I don't own a thing. A. N. Just have to mention it today... Happy Birthday, Dean Winchester! Hope you enjoy. :D

They end up saying goodbye to Jo and her family, after many hugs and a chat where they give everyone the very short version of what they've missed. If the most painful or shameful bits are edited out...well, they'll eventually hear about them, no doubt. Apparently, people gossip about them something awful . But Dean'd rather not be judged as harshly as people tend to do when they don't have the full picture - and there are no words to paint the real one - in the first day of his friends' resurrection.

"So, huh, do you need a hand here with the planning, or the doing? Pretty sure dad can get anything done," Jo asks. She's the strong woman they know, but also the little girl who thinks the world of her dad at the same time, and Dean hopes fervently that Bill will not disappoint her ever.

"Nah, thanks, we're good. We already got all the help we can need and then some. Having an angel fiancé is convenient." He grins and grab Cas' waist because he can.

"Then we'll be on our way home. I'm kinda eager to settle back, I admit. Just remember not to be strangers," Bill says, shaking their hands.

Before they can promise, Ellen says, "I'm sure they know better, love." She was always amazing, but there's a levity in her now, almost a giddiness, and Dean sends a quick thought to Jack to thank him for doing this.

They get a kiss on the cheek from both women, and Jo lingers a moment before following her parents. She squeezes his arm, and says, voice and eyes soft, "Hey, Dean? It's really brilliant that you've found happiness." Before Dean can rebuke her – she congratulated him already, no need to do it twice – or argue that he's always indulged in any chance for happiness he could find anyway, or maybe find a joke, she's gone.

Dean feels awkward, and still a little guilty about her (he probably always will). Looking for a distraction, he goes to knock on Benny's door, warning the vampire that the coast is clear.

"Thanks brother. Huh, do you think I'll just create trouble as a guest, given the rest of your acquaintances? I don't want to ruin the event."

"Don't be stupid, Benny. My friends know better than that. I didn't know Bill, but we've had a talk, and if he can't behave guess who's going to get the boot? From his wife, possibly. You act like a fool around Ellen at your own risk and peril," Dean replies, grinning.

The vampire laughs. "By the way, Sam, I slipped away before saying thanks."

"You don't have to." Sam shrugs.

"Yeah, well, that hunter looked like he would have slammed me past the first corner so we were out of sight and tried to cut off my head. I've learned to recognize that look. So, thanks for getting in his way and speaking up."

"What else did you expect?" Sam retorts, with a bit of a bitchface.

"Maybe he did expect that, but I'm still weirded out a little by you being nice to him," Dean answers.

"I apologized to him already," Sam says, "are you going to want me to do it again in public before you finally get it?"

Maybe Dean shouldn't gape, but he didn't think that his brother would go quite that far to persuade Benny to come back. Promise not to murder him as soon as he resurrected, sure. Apologize? What for - not trusting Dean about him? Actually, he would love to hear it too, or maybe get it in writing.

He's already getting so much lately, though, so he should try not to be too greedy. Perhaps in a while. After all, Benny plans to stick around, so he'll have a standing excuse to go back to the subject.

"Guess we could start on the barn. Though it was in a decent condition, which means no repairs needed," Dean says.

"You almost sound disappointed," Benny points out with a grin.

"Yep. Because that, I would know how to do. As it is, we actually need to decide on the decoration first, and that's..." he trails off.

"If you don't have any ideas, I'm sure there are tons of websites offering ideas, and I've brought my laptop," Sam says. Of course he has. As if he'd ever be stuck with just a phone when research could be needed. And when isn't it, in his brother's opinion?

"Just the opposite. Too many ideas, and settling on one will be a nightmare."

"Maybe the angel could get a vote?" Benny suggests, smiling.

"Dean knows I want him happy, but sure, if you tell us, we might come up with a compromise you hadn't considered yet," Cas replies.

Dean shrugs. Okay, he's not the brains of this team. Maybe a solution is staring him in the face and he's too blind to notice it. Problem is, he'll have to admit to being downright sappy. "Anyone who thinks they can use this as teasing material, out right now. I'm not handing you a weapon, got that? I'm not joking. I'll discuss it with just Cas if I need to."

Sam raises both hands with a smile, surrendering little brother privilege to mock him to infinity.

"I promise to keep it out of my speech," Benny says, "I have more than enough material anyway."

"Not good enough," Dean snaps.

"Fine, no teasing, ever, but with this premise, it better be something juicy."

Dean glares at him. Just a little. But of course, he can't hide any longer. "On one hand, I want everything just like then. Our first meeting. Every protective symbol and sigil Bobby and I scrawled back then, with that black paint we'd found on sale. Hell, if Bobby's back and willing, maybe get him to do his part of it too, just to be extra sure it'll be just perfect."

He's not blushing, he doesn't think. But damn, he should be ashamed and he knows it. It's bad enough that they have the location. Taking it this far? Not like anyone but Bobby and Cas - and Sam and Benny now - would know, but still. Talk about chick-flicky.

"On the other hand," he continues, when no one so much as makes a peep, "I'm not even worried about Crowley and Rowena being in attendance. We'd scrambled for something that might stop hell's higher ups, but I'm not sure we'd covered high enough for them to be troubled. I have to admit, though, that it wasn't exactly a cheerful creation. Not much of a party vibe back then." Of course there wasn't. It wouldn't do for the mysterious bastard who'd dragged him up to get the wrong idea. Dean was just lucky that it turned out to be Cas and not the uber-demon they were expecting.

"You could still have it if you want, though. No one's going to complain," Sam says, with that certainty that tells Dean he's going to make sure of it. Impossible as that is.

"Oh, come on. Everyone's going to complain. In fact, grandpa is going to judge our choice of symbols, grumble that there's no Enochian, and if I fess up the reason for it, there'll be another 'you should have studied more and known better' tirade coming. Maybe not right then and there, but eventually." Dean groans.

"He wouldn't. He'd changed by the end, and he wouldn't dare anyway. Since the obvious response is that we would have known better, if the Men of Letters weren't all so fucking easy to kill."

"Were they now?" Benny asks, clearly surprised.

"Given the amount of knowledge they'd amassed and should have been capable of using? Yep. Though okay, I'm annoyed because if they'd handled things properly, Dean wouldn't have had to."

And there'd be no mark of Cain and no demon stint and - sure, the ultimate responsibility of the shitshow that their lives have been lay with Chuck, and he's dealt with, but he can't blame Sam for still being frustrated at the dudes' uselessness. Things could have been so very different. Though not necessarily better, because look at the mess from the other side of the pond. Sure, they've eventually taught a few of them actual sense, and Dean can appreciate someone correcting himself, especially if they have your back. Still. Maybe they should get back on track.

"Ok, but leaving the Men of Letters aside – anyone judging isn't why I kind of want to make the place look less like an attempted demon trap and more like...something nice. It's because it'll be a party, and we're gonna be happy, and it should look the part, damnit. See why I can't decide?" He huffs, annoyed at himself.

"Well, what about keeping the symbols but switching up the paint? You can pick a color scheme that's less waiting for hell's worst and more...whatever you like," Sam offers, and it's so simple Dean should have come up with it. He would have, if nostalgia hadn' beemt choking him since they came up here (not that he'll ever admit it).

"Blue," he decides immediately, "bright, no, electric, no...well, whatever it's called, I'll know it when I see it." From his brother's smile, Sam suspects he might be able to pick the right paint too, if needed. He does know Castiel after all.

"Could we – use two colors?" Cas asks, almost hesitantly.

"Dude, it's our wedding. And you haven't asked for a thing yet. If you want to paint that - or anything else – in a full rainbow, say it. I'm sure Charlie would appreciate that, for one," Dean replies, because of course. Cas' attitude of 'whatever make you happy' is sweet as honey, but honestly, Dean would appreciate some guidance.

"I'm not interested in the whole rainbow. But if you do use blue, why not add green too?" Cas...actually purrs. If this carries on, instead of moving to the barn, or paint shops, they'll have to make a sharp detour to their own bedroom first.

Dean shrugs. "If you want. Guess we got ourselves a color scheme for the event." They're celebrating. They're entitled to a little bit of egocentrism, aren't they? Besides, there's nothing prettier in the universe than his angel's eyes, so at least half of it will be gorgeous.

"And...you did say anything else, so. If you don't mind a slight change. You said your grandpa might feel like there's a lack of Enochian, and you didn't cover the ceiling back then, so there's some room for a little extra." Cas smiles at him.

"Huh. Sure. Should I be worried about what you're gonna write? You're not going to reveal any embarrassing details to anyone who bothers to look up, are you?" Dean chuckles.

A lot of their guests will understand it, after all. And Dean wouldn't even know, because he's never been too good at languages. He has learned a few basics by now, sure. But if Cas decides to write "Dean drools in his sleep, and I even like that," or something equally as insane, he's not going to know.

"I guess it depends on what you find embarrassing," Cas replies, which isn't exactly reassuring. "I could show you what I plan to write first, so you can veto anything you don't like."

That's lovely, and Dean should jump at the chance, even if he'd have to ask for an English translation. Then again...it is their wedding, this is the only thing Cas asked for, and really, what's the worst that can happen? Some snickering? Dean has survived worse.

"Nah. No vetoes. Go wild, Cas. I trust you." Cas' grin tells him it was the right choice. He wants to keep it on his soon-to-be-husband's face for – forever, hopefully.

Right now, though, kissing it off him is too tempting. And if for a moment or two Dean loses himself in it, well. It's Cas.

Until Benny coughs. "Maybe move this to your own room, brother?"

Dean laughs. "Maybe. Sorry."

"No, you're not," Benny retorts, and he's not wrong. "I should have followed Sam's example and just slipped out, but it is my room. "

"Point taken. Yeah, we'll be off. Busy day."

With what...they'll see. He wants to be effective and productive and various -ive, but then again. They do have over a decade to make up for.