"I'm gonna miss this place," Dean sighed as he took one last look at their cabin before turning towards the hallway.. The door clicked shut behind him.

"I will as well. This vessell holds many of our fondest memories." Cas replied as they lugged their duffle bags down the corridor. They took the stairs to Deck 7, expecting to disembark the ship. But the line of passengers waiting to do the same was a mile long, wrapped around the lobby.

'What is this? Don't we just walk off?" Dean groused. He was excited to get on land and see Sam.

"I believe they have a system of sorts to keep order while the passengers exit." Cas guessed. "Would you like to see if they are serving breakfast upstairs?"

"Yeah, good idea." Dean grinned.

Dean's breakfast tray would just about put food eating contestants to shame. He intended to eat so much that he could memorize every amazing flavor of the hot waffles, the salty omlette, and savory bacon. Cas watched his fiance in fascination as he inhaled everything from both plates, and washed it down with chocolate milk.

"Hey, Cas, you think I can smuggle out some waffles in my bag for later?" Dean asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"I think they check passengers' luggage at the customs." Cas replied, making Dean frown dramatically.

"In that case, I'm gonna grab one more. Want one?" He asked, standing up.

"Alright," Cas nodded.

Dean returned a minute later with another plate of warm waffles covered in butter and syrup. Castiel ate his by the forkful, admiring the sweetness of the syrup on his tongue, even though it made his fingertips slightly sticky.

"I may be able to 'smuggle' these waffles to you later on. It would be worth the trip, knowing how much you love them, and how delicious they are." Cas explained, setting his fork down beside his now empty plate. Dean leaned forward acros the table and pressed his lips to the angel's momentarily.

"Know how much I love you, and how delicious you are?" Dean grinned as he sat back in his seat, watching Cas blush. Dean's phone vibrated in his pocket, and he pulled it out. Sam had texted him to let him know he was parked outside the terminal. Dean sent a quick "ok" in response, and then shoved the phone back in his pocket as a smile formed on his face. He couldn't wait to see his brother. He looked across the table at Cas. His fiance. That Sam didn't know about. And his smile faltered as he looked down again. How would he go about telling Sam about them? Would he just take a deep breath and blurt it out? Or would he stay quiet until Sam picked up that something was different? He wanted to tell Sam – he was so proud of all he and Castiel had done in the past week. Well, he would leave out the part about all the great sex they had, of course. He wanted to tell Sam about them, about their engagement. He just didn't know how.

"Dean, are you alright? You look as though you've eaten too much."

"Nah, I'm fine. Could eat a few more waffles if I wanted to." He answered coolly.

"Perhaps we should be on our way. We don't want to keep Sam waiting, and I don't want you to make yourself sick."

Dean shrugged but then paused and raised a brow at the angel suspiciously.

"How did you know that was Sam?"

"Who else would it be?" Dean made his signature 'Oh, yeah, that is true' face. "Besides, you smile a certain way when you're thinking about your brother." Cas added as he stoodand grasped the handles of his bag. Dean stood and grabbed his bag as well, admiring that Cas had noticed something about him that he didn't know himself.

When they got down to Deck 7, the endless line of passengers was significantly shorter. Dean and Cas showed their ID's and swiped their key cards through the scanner before walking down the gangplank and onto the paved lot outisde the terminal. Cas put a hand on Dean's arm and teleported them to the other side of the terminal in the pick up lot.

"Did we just skip through customs?"

"Yes. I know you don't enjoy waitin, and that you're anticipating your reunion with Sam."

"Thanks, Cas" They walked down the road a little ways past the parking lot. It was then that Dean spotted the Impala and his brother leaning back against the passenger side door, arms crossed over his chest. "Hey-ey ya Sammy!" Dean called, dropping his duffle bag and pulling Sam down into their signature hug. They both took a step back a minute later, all smiles.

"Hello, Sam." Cas greeted.

"Hey, Cas. It's great to see both of you! So...How was it? Dis you solve the case?"

Dean stayed quiet and Sam quirked a brow at him, but then turned to Cas as he began answering the question.

"Yes, we resolved the issue. It was a vengeful spirit attached to a painting that was salvaged from the Titanic wreck and placed on board this vessel to be purchased. We deafeated the spirit early on, and had the rest of the vacation to-"

"Eat." Dean interrupted. "They had pie! Oh, you wouldn't believe the pie, Sammy! Every flavor you can imagine! ANd the steak, ohh... I'd sell my soul for that steak!"

"Don't let Crowley hear you saying that," Sam chuckled. "I'm glad you got to have fun and eat."

"We were able to participate in many activities as well." Cas interjected.

"Sounds like a great time. How about you tell me about it on the drive home? There;s plenty of time." Sam suggested. He picked up Dean's bag and tossed it in the backseat before sitting in the passenger seat. Cas climbed in the bag and placed his bag on top of the other.

"Ohh, Baby, I missed you the most." Dean put his hands on the hood of the Impala, giving the car a hug. He hopped in the driver's side and turned the key in the ignition with a grin.

During the drive, Dean frequently glanced at Cas in the rearview mirror and smiled. Sam looked over at his brother and raised a brow. Cas made the ride easier by telling Sam all about the scenery of the islands and the activities they did on the ship including the karaoke, which Sam laughed about, making Dean grimace. He was somewhat worried that Cas would tell Sam about them, but he never mentioned anything about it.

Back at the bunker, Dean dropped his bag on the floor by the bed, and unzipped it to grab a clean T-shirt to change into. Their formal night pictures got pulled out in the process, and he smiled and set them on his nightstand. He walked doen the hall to where his brother and the angel were sitting around in the living room. Sam was asking Cas more about the islands and what they were like. He looked up when his brother walked in.

"So, are you guys married yet?" Sam teased. Dean's eyes widened and Cas turned to him. There was an awkward silence that seemed to last for so long, that Dean was sure about six gay children had managed to be born in that time.

"Yes." Castiel answered finally, cautiously glancing over to Dean before looking at Sam. "Dean and I will be getting married." Sam's jaw dropped and he chuckled in surprise as Dean face-palmed.

"Is he joking?" Sam asked his brother.

"No, Sam, he's...He's not..." Dean hesitantly looked up at Sam, wary of his reaction.

"Wow, congratulations, Dean, Cas!" Sam exclaimed, hugging each of them. "Took you guys long enough," he muttered as he stepped back.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" Dean asked in his mock-offended tone.

"Well, I mean, it's been like what, eight years?" Dean glared at him. "Ok, ok," Sam said, putting up his hands in defense. "I'm really happy for you two."

"Thank you, Sam." Cas replied with a smile. "Dean proposed with this ring." He added, holding his hand up so Sam could see it. Dean grabbed a beer out of the package on the table and sat down while taking a sip.

"That's a really nice ring. Wow, Dean, I had no idea." He said, turning to Dean. Dean stared at the beer in his hand, a blushing mess.

"I had an idea," A new voice said from the bottom of the stairs. Three heads whipped around to see who it was.

"Oh, hey, Chuck." Dean said, surprised.

"Hi, how are you doing?" Sam asked.

"Fine, I've been fine." Chuck replied with a sincere smile. "Hey there, Castiel." He greeted the angel.

"Hello, Father." Cas replied.

"What brings you here?" Dean asked.

"I heard the news, so I decided to come here and congratulate you both." Chuck answered, grabbing a beer and taking a seat.

"Thank you," Cas said, bowing his head slightly.

"I'm proud of you two. Honestly. I'm glad you two finally got together. Castiel, you haven't always had the best time here on Earth, but now you have finally found happiness. And I wanted both of you to know that I have never interfered in any way."

"No, you know, unless you count sending Cas down and dragging me out of Hell." Dean replied, thinking back to the first time they met.

"My Father did not send me, Dean. I raised you from Perdition on my own accord."

"At the time, I wasn't even running the show anymore." Chuck added. "But now that I'm back, I wanted to show my thanks to the three of you. And also give you a gift." Sam and Dean perked up at this. "I want you two to have a great big wedding."

"That's awesome, Chuck. Except for one problem;" Dean began.

"Everyone else is dead," Sam finished for him.

"That's why the wedding will be in Heaven." Chuck explained.

"Wow, really? That would be amazing!" Sam exclaimed.

"Yeah, that does sound pretty nice," Dean agreed. "Cas? What do you think?"

"I think it is a wonderful idea. Thank you," Cas said to Chuck, who smiled and nodded.

"I'll come back in a bit and you guys can tell me the date. See you soon!" Chuck smiled then vanished.

Sam and Dean looked around briefly, still not entirely used to people suddenly vanishing. Dean turned to his fiance.

"What's the day, Cas?"

"September 18th."

"Why that date?" Sam asked thoughfully.

"Because it is the day we first met." Cas grinned lovingly at Dean, who smiled back.

"You left a pretty big mark on me, I should've known you were into me," Dean teased, winking at the angel who rolled his eyes in return.

"September is perfect, it'll give you guys enough time to plan everything." Sam thought aloud.

"I believe Chuck has it covered." Cas said.

"Good. As long as I don't have to wear a dress." Dean replied sarcastically, making Sam laugh and Cas squint in confusion.

Sam went out to get dinner for the three of them. Afterwards, Dean and Cas snuggled in bed and fell asleep in each others arms with huge smiles on their faces as they dreamt of what their wedding would be like.