Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize. This story is for fun, not profit.

Warnings: language, sex scene

Notes: Sorry this took so long. My playstation 3 had broken and we were using my laptop for netflix to keep my nieces entertained. It's fixed now, so here's the last chapter of this story.

Castiel nervously adjusted his tie again for the fifth time. "Maybe I should change," he said, flattening his already flat collar.

Gabriel sighed, but held back the comment he wanted to make. "Cas, man, you look fine. Don't worry."

Castiel looked over at Gabriel. "I should change. Maybe that green shirt I got last week or something." He turned to head back into his room when the doorbell rang.

"Oh, look at that! Can't change after all!" Gabriel said, grinning.

"What if it ends in disaster? Not everyone is like you and Sam Winchester," Castiel whispered. "What if he finds out he hates me?"

"Cas!" Gabriel grabbed his brother's shoulders and spun him around to stare him in the eyes. "Listen to me, okay? It's going to go fine. I was nervous too for my first date, but it went fantastic. Relax. I'm going to get the door, you stay here and take deep breaths."

Castiel nodded shakily and started counting his breaths. Gabriel left to go open the door and let Dean in.

"Hey, your brother ready?" he asked. He was dressed nice in dress pants, a black shirt, and a nicer jacket than the one he usually wore.

"Yeah, he's just finding his jacket," Gabriel lied.

"I found it," Castiel said, walking into the hallway with his jacket in hand.

"Alright. Ready to go?" Dean asked, noticing how pale Castiel was.

"Yeah."

Gabriel waved them off and hoped his brother wouldn't screw this up. Dean and Castiel drove to the restaurant that Dean had booked reservations at.

"Two for Winchester," he told the host. The host, a older man with silver hair, nodded and led them to a quiet booth. As they slid in, the host was replaced with a much younger man.

"Hey there. I'm Wendall, I'll be your waiter for this evening. Can I start you out with anything?" he asked them, his gaze lingering a bit too long on Castiel.

"Cas?" Dean asked, not noticing the waiter.

"Um...how about you pick?" Castiel said, having never been here before.

"Bottle of Chaintre, please," Dean said, finally looking at Wendall.

Wendall nodded and handed them menus. As he left, Castiel looked over the menu. As he noticed the prices, he began laughing quietly.

"What's so funny?" Dean asked, smiling.

"This looks like such a fancy restaurant, with wine and dim lights and velvet covered booths, but the food is so cheap here."

Dean chuckled. "It's why I like it here so much. They do this so anyone can enjoy a fancy evening."

Castiel smiled softly. "That's really nice."

Dean grinned as Wendall came back with their wine. As he poured it, he accidentally splashed some onto Castiel's shirt.

"Oh, I am so sorry, Sir, here, let me help," he said, taking out a napkin from his pocket and dabbing the spill. Dean's eyes narrowed.

"Funny how you just happen to have a napkin, Wendy," he said. Wendall smirked at him.

"It's Wendall. And it always helps to be prepared, Sir."

"Dean, it's fine," Castiel said, pleading with his eyes. Dean looked at him and backed down.

"Right. Always good, Winson."

Wendall's face tightened as he walked away.

"Dean, what was that?" Castiel asked quietly.

"Cas, he was totally hitting on you while you're on a date with another guy. Like what the fuck?"

Castiel started to chuckle, surprising Dean. "What?"

"You're cute when you're jealous," Castiel said.

Dean scoffed. "I'm not jealous."

"You're so jealous." Castiel chuckled a bit louder. Dean grinned as he saw the extremely shy man come out of his shell.

"Alright. Maybe I'm a little jealous."

"Have I mentioned how proud I am of you," Castiel asked while he and Dean marathoned Doctor Who, a show Dean promised he would like.

"Uh, no? Why's that?" Dean asked, looking down at him. He was sitting up while Castiel was laying down with his head in Dean's lap.

"You're totally cool with Balthazar riding in your baby. You haven't complained once," Castiel pointed out.

Dean grinned. "I like the dog. You guys picked out a good one. And Sam's in love, and I ain't just talking about with the dog."

Castiel smiled fondly. "They are a good couple. I wish them the best."

Dean hummed in agreement. "Although, we are a better couple," he said, bending over and kissing Castiel.

Castiel blushed as he kissed back before gently pushing Dean away. "You got me hooked now. I want to watch the show."

"Alright, but if you get scared, don't be afraid to cling to me," Dean joked.

Castiel scoffed. "I won't get scared." Just then a weeping angel appeared on the screen, following Sally Sparrow. He flinched and grabbed a handful of Dean's jeans before relaxing.

"Not scared. Right."

"Well, the angels are the exception."

"Can't argue there."

"Oh, wow, look at that!" Castiel pointed to a couple of monkeys that were showing off and doing tricks on the branches.

They were at the zoo in honor of their three month anniversary. A small family were smiling at Castiel's childlike wonder.

"Haven't you ever been to the zoo before?" Dean asked as they walked to see different animals.

Castiel shook his head. "Father never allowed us to do something so trivial and Michael thought zoos were disgusting."

Dean scoffed. "Well, they're dicks." He took Castiel's hand as they stopped to see the lions. "Zoos are amazing. Wait until you see the bird room they have here, it's amazing. They let them fly around, but don't worry. They've been trained to go to the bathroom in a certain spot."

Castiel smiled fondly. "I take it you've been here before?"

Before Dean could answer, a worker, a young woman, stopped by. "Dean! Been wondering when I'd see you again," she said.

Dean laughed and gave her a hug. "Sorry, I've been caught up with work and this charming man, Jo." He turned to Castiel. "Cas, this is Joanna Harvelle. Her mom runs the bar in town. She's been my second best friend since senior year."

"Second?" Castiel asked.

"Benny Lafitte, fifth grade. Also known as her husband now," Dean said.

"I kept my last name though. Benny's cool with that," Jo said. "Anyways, Oscar's been missing you."

Dean's face lit up. "Oscar! Cas, we gotta see him next!"

"Uh, Oscar?" Castiel didn't a chance to say anything else as his hand was grabbed again and he was led across the zoo, Jo walking with and chatting on with him. They stopped by a small building that had the word Bird in big red letters.

"Cas, meet the other man in my life," Dean said, opening the door and leading the two through a small hallway. The hallway ended with a plastic screen which Dean pushed aside. "Well, I use man loosely."

He clicked his tongue and an actual eagle flew over and gently landed on Dean's outstretched arm.

Castiel's eyes were wide as he sharply drew breath. "Dean," he whispered. "That's an eagle."

"Yep. Eastern imperial eagle, also known as Oscar," Dean said. "When he was first brought in, the owner of the zoo knew I loved eagles and let me train him with a trainer. Now every time I come here, Oscar greets me."

"Oh my god," Castiel breathed, still a bit in shock. He had never been this close to any bird, let alone a majestic one.

"Go on," Jo urged. "Pet him."

"Can I?" he asked hesitantly.

Dean nodded eagerly. "Yeah, he's totally calm. Go ahead."

Castiel slowly reached out, jerking back once when Oscar turned to look at him. As his fingers touched the soft feathers, Oscar seemed to preen and slowly walked from Dean's arm to Castiel's.

Dean grinned. "Oscar doesn't usually go to anyone when I'm around."

Castiel cooed softly. "Such a beautiful bird," he whispered. Oscar tilted his head and gently tugged at his hair. Castiel giggled as the eagle continued to pick at pieces of his hair.

"He does that when he's in a playful mood," Dean said, his eyes crinkled with happiness. The two most important men in his life seemed to love each other.

"Here," Jo said, handing Castiel a treat. "He'll love you forever."

Castiel offered the treat and Oscar seemed to bounce a bit before taking the treat and swallowing it. He pecked at his hair one last time before he took off, his talons slightly digging in.

"If only Dean were that easy. Feed him food and he follows you around forever," Jo teased.

"You mean he doesn't?" Castiel joked right back.

"Hey now," Dean warned. The other two laughed when suddenly a little girl came up to them.

"I hope you don't mind, but I took a picture of you guys," she said. "My mom said to ask you guys if you want it." She held up an older camera with a picture already developing on the little square. Her mother was standing a little ways away, watching her daughter.

"Why thank you," Castiel said, taking the photo from her. The girl grinned at them.

"I hope you guys like it. I took it special." She skipped back over to join her mother. Castiel watched as she tried to get Oscar to come to her with a small smile.

"Well, what's the picture?" Jo asked.

Castiel looked down at the photo and waited until it showed up. The girl was right, it was a special picture. It showed Castiel laughing as Oscar had his hair in his beak. Jo was laughing also, her face lit up as her eyes twinkled. But Dean, Dean's pose took Castiel's breath away. He was looking at Castiel with such love, such reverence that it made it seem like Castiel was the only one in the room.

"Wow," Jo said quietly. "She's really good."

"A bit too good," Dean said, sounding off. Castiel looked up at him.

"Dean?" he asked.

"I'll be back. Gotta get...food," Dean said, turning and leaving abruptly.

"What was that about?" Jo asked Castiel, who shrugged. He had been wondering the same thing.

Dean had practically ran outside, startled several birds and more people. He stopped outside and tried to slow his racing heart. That picture...That look he had given Castiel...

He slid down the wall until his legs were touching his chest. They had been dating for three months, but Dean still had not said the L-word. He had figured Castiel wasn't ready to hear it. He had been through so much, and he had told Dean everything. He had trusted Dean with his fears and his dark past. He trusted Dean with his abusive father, his dying mother, his brother who had to grow up fast to protect Castiel from their father's anger, his first love who betrayed him. He trusted Dean with everything. It could go to a man's head.

"I'm Charlie, by the way." It was the little girl.

"Dean," he said with a little nod. She sat down next to him.

"Mom knows I'm here. She told me to tell you in case you try to kidnap me," she informed him.

He chuckled at that. "Not a kidnapper."

"That's what I said. But she overprotective. Has been ever since Dad died when a drunk driver rammed his truck."

"I'm sorry."

"Me too. Anyways, why did you run? I woulda thought the other man wouldv'e run."

He sighed. "He's too nice for that. I ran because I'm scared."

She gave him a long look. "I'm only eleven, but I know a few things about things."

He laughed. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. I know you're scared because you love him. I think he loves you too. He looked sad when you left."

He gave her a curious look. "You're pretty smart for an eleven-year-old," he said.

"I watch a lot of shows and movies. You look at him the way Sherlock looked at John. The way the doctor looked at Rose. The way Kirk looked at Spock."

"Is this going somewhere?" he asked while laughing.

"My point is, he looks at you the same way. My mom raised me to not care about gender when it comes to love. She's dated two men and a woman and I think I like girls more than men. But you two are different. Your love is pure." She gave a nod like that settled it.

"I can't believe I'm taking advice from a kid," Dean muttered. "But thanks."

"No problem. Now, go claim your prize, Oakenshield," she said, getting up.

"Oakenshield?"

"You remind me of Thorin a lot." She shrugged, brushing her vivid red hair out of her face.

"Right. Again, thanks," he said.

"No problem. Now I gotta go or my mom really is going to think you kidnapped me." She gave him a brief hug and ran off.

Dean took a breath and headed back inside, brushing off his boyfriend and best friend and their concerns. He would tell Castiel eventually, but it had to be the right moment.

About a week after Sam found his perfect ring, Dean stumbled the one for him. There were only five people in the store besides him. He walked forwards until he was standing at the glass case that only held a few rings.

"Ah, we call these our fandom rings," a worker said, coming over. She was a middle-aged red-head who reminded him of the kid, Charlie, he had met three months ago.

"Why?" he asked, looking at them. There was a simple gold ring with words etched on the inside, a silver ring with a large blue gem surrounded by golden ones, a gold ring with a angular red stone, and a red band with a blue stone surrounded by diamonds.

"My niece named them. She claims they remind her of fandoms. That gold ring there, Lord of the Rings. The blue one, Doctor Who. Red stone, Harry Potter, and the red band, Captain America."

"I met a girl who talked about fandoms. She was actually the one who convinced me to admit I loved my soon to be fiance," Dean said absently as he examined them.

"Was her name Charlie?"

Dean looked up in surprise. "Yeah. How'd you know that?"

"She talked about how a photo made a man run off. How she followed him and talked to him. You must be the man. I'm Dora," the woman said.

"Dean. Yeah, that was me. She called me Oakenshield."

Dora laughed. "Feel honored then. Thorin Oakenshield is probably her favorite character of all time."

Dean grinned. "In that case, I'll take the precious," he said jokingly.

Dora saluted him and opened the case, taking the golden ring out. As Dean looked on the inside, the words etched read "You are my precious'.

"She begged me to carve those words in. I can't say no to my only niece," Dora explained. "Steph hates it, but oh well."

Dean grinned. "It's perfect. He's a simple guy, a writer. He wouldn't want a ring that gets in the way of his writing."

"What does he write?" Dora asked.

"Uh, do you know the series Light in the Shadow?" Dean asked.

Dora gasped. "Don't tell me that's him?!"

Dean nodded and laughed. "I'm guessing you're a big fan?"

"I have every book! He never does press conferences, so I don't know what he looks like, but he must be a keeper."

"Yeah, he is," Dean said with a soft smile on his face.

They were at the restaurant that Dean had taken Castiel on their first date. A different waitor was there. This one had long black hair and a piercing on his lower lip. But he was kind to them and didn't try to hit on anyone except a pretty waitress he passed every now and then.

After their dinner, after the pleasant conversation, Dean cleared his throat.

"Castiel, it's been three months since I told you I loved you, six months since I heard you talking about how hot I was in that market. I think it's time to ask something," Dean said, standing up. Castiel watched him, confused.

"Dean?" he asked quietly.

By now the whole restaurant was watching them, half leaning foward as though to hear them better. Castiel flushed under the observation.

"Castiel James Novak, will you marry me?" Dean asked, bending down so he was on one knee and opening a little blue box. Inside, nestled in the dark blue felt, was a simple golden ring. Castiel sucked in a sharp breath as he realized what was going on.

"Oh, Dean," he said, getting up and throwing himself at the other man. Dean caught him. "Yes!"

The restaurant erupted into cheers and applause for them. But the two didn't even hear it as they were wrapped in their happiness.

Dean was disappointed that the Novak patron didn't show to their wedding, since he couldn't throw him out like Sam did. But he was happy because that meant the wedding went by smoothly and soon the reception was in full swing.

The newly weds ended up talking to Jo as Benny danced with Dean's mother for fun.

"I'm just saying I would totally be cool with carrying for you guys. I offered Sam and Gabe, but they wanted to adopt. Benny's okay with it too, since there's no actual sex involved." Jo was explaining how there was a procedure to take some semen from the two and combine it with one of her eggs.

"We'll think about it," Castiel told her.

"But we might take you up on that," Dean said.

Sam and Gabriel appeared then, looking grim but determined.

"Please tell me Chuck showed up after all," Dean said, cracking his knuckles.

"No, but someone else did. We showed him into a privet room so he didn't ruin the party," Gabriel said with a look at Castiel, who swallowed painfully.

"Michael," he whispered. "Last I heard, he was in Canada."

"I can talk to him," Dean offered.

"We can together," Castiel said, offering his hand. Dean took it and they followed Sam to the room. Sam bid them good luck and returned to distract those who were asking about the newly weds.

Castiel took a deep breath, steeling himself. Dean squeezed his hand and together they walked into the room.

Michael looked a little older, but he was still as handsome as ever. His thick brown hair was a little gray, but that made him look better. He turned as they walked in.

"Cassie," he said in his deep voice, moving to hug him. Dean stepped in the way. "Who are you?"

"His husband now. Who are you?" Dean asked, knowing the answer.

"I'm Michael. I've come to ask forgiveness." Michael lifted his chin in defiance.

"Really?" Castiel couldn't help but ask.

"Yes. I made a terrible mistake in going with Bela. She's nothing to me," Michael said.

"Are you asking for forgiveness, or for him to take you back?" Dean demanded.

"I don't see how that's a concern." Michael glared at him.

"It is a concern to me considering we're married now."

"I had hoped to get here earlier. Cassie, you remember how good we were together," Michael said, pleading.

Castiel closed his eyes briefly. "Is she pregnant? Or did she cheat?"

"What are you talking about?"

Castiel opened his eyes. "Michael, you wouldn't be here unless Bela fell through. So, is she pregnant or not?"

Michael began to look angry. "She is. But I know it's not mine. The whore sleeps around so much she is probably bow-legged by now." He gave Dean a once-over, lingering on his legs. "Sound familiar?"

Castiel held Dean back with a hand. "Dean has been faithful to me ever since we got together. He has never once strayed. I can't say the same for you."

"What does he have that I don't?" Michael demanded. "I have money! I have everything to offer you."

"Expect love," Castiel said.

"Fuck that. Why should he be any different? You always said you wanted kids. That you wanted to be opposite your father. He can't give you that! But if I claim Bela's kid as my own, then get custody, there's our family right there," Michael said.

Dean watched as his calm, peaceful, loving husband grew more rigid with each word. By the end of it, Castiel had a cold look on his face.

"For your information, Michael, we have a kid on the way. Carried by a girl who is trust-worthy and kind and loving, everything you and Bela are not. Now, get out or I'll have my husband throw you out like we did my father," he demanded, his voice growing colder with every word.

Michael looked offended and started to speak, but Dean stepped forward. Michael instantly cowered and glared at them as he left the room quickly.

"I guess we have Jo's answer," Dean said after a bit. Castiel chuckled quietly.

"I guess we do," he said, giving Dean a heated kiss.

After the wedding, the two lounged in their house. They were going to head to their honeymoon after Castiel's next book published in a couple of days. For now, they didn't care about where they were as they kissed passionately.

Both were undressed and hard, but as Castiel started to put lube on Dean, Dean stopped him. Every time they had done this, Dean had always been the topper, too scared to be the bottom.

"Cas, you top tonight," he said, looking him in the eye.

Castiel stopped and stared at him. "Really?"

"Yeah. I think it's time."

Castiel nodded and slicked his fingers up, gently pressing one into Dean, who wiggled at the strange sensation. He relaxed though, trusting Castiel to not hurt him. Soon, Castiel could fit three fingers in.

As Castiel prepared to enter him, his lips found that sweet spot by Dean's ear to distract him. Dean groaned and dug his nails into Castiel's shoulders. They had found out long ago that both liked it rough. Castiel nipped at his ear as he entered him and Dean gasped at the two feelings.

Dean tilted his head to nibble at Castiel's neck, sucking on his own sweet spot. He ended up leaving an angry red mark, but didn't care. Castiel started to move and soon they were moving at a fast pace, Castiel's fingers leaving marks on Dean's hips.

They finished at nearly the same time, Castiel carefully pulling out and slumping down onto Dean, who huffed out a laugh.

"That wasn't so bad," he said.

"Did it meet your expectations?" Castiel asked jokingly.

"Surpassed it," Dean said, grinning and tangling his fingers in Castiel's hair, gently tugging him up for a kiss.

"Mhm, love you," Castiel said, still cherishing the words.

"Love you too," Dean said, his heart growing with love.

The two fell asleep soon after, tangled together.

After the feast that Thanksgiving day, the two proud parents tucked Amelia into bed. She was tired after playing with all of her cousins, who were currently sleeping in sleeping bags on the floor around them.

Gadreel was clutching his Iron man figure, sleeping contentedly. Ash and Adam, Jo and Benny's twin three-year-old boys, were sleeping side by side. Charlie, who Dean and Castiel babysat and tutored, had been allowed to come over and was now sleeping next to Amelia, named after Castiel's mother and who had just turned two. Jo was carrying another for them, this time a boy who would be named Sam Jr. Sam and Gabriel had already given their blessing for the name. They had decided that a year or so, they would adopt another child to be Gadreel's sibling.

As Dean turned off the light, Castiel kissed him lightly.

"I am so lucky," he murmured, careful not to wake the kids.

"We both are. Now, let's go join the adults and fawn over Jo's belly some more," Dean said.

"Yes, we both are," Castiel said, kissing his husband deeper before going to join the adults and celebrate just how lucky they truely were.