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…I don't know what to say. I live posted the whole day and my photo ops on the page I help admin on Facebook (Destiel-542085329250320 (slash)) but all I can say is…

Misha. Winked. And. Grinned. At. Me.

It was during the platinum panel, where the twenty of us or so with platinum tickets sat at three small tables and the six guys came around in rotation, and I was sitting RIGHT NEXT TO Mark Sheppard and listening to him talk about queer rights (because he is BEAUTIFUL like that) and I was looking around absently because I was a little overwhelmed and Misha caught me looking at him and he winked and then grinned widely at me and I DIED.

I love him so much. Like, not in a romantic or sexual way. I just love him with every fibre of my being and meeting him has only made it WORSE. But I can confirm that his eyes are as blue in real life as they are in pictures.

Also, that pic on Facebook with the #AHBL7 tag where Misha says if he could have anything from set he would pick Jensen, the trench coat and the Impala? The girl next to me asked that. So I can confirm that he is probably the biggest shipper out there because we weren't allowed to ask about ships and he made it shippy XD

Okay, onto the actual fic. I'd like to say a massive thank you to everybody who stuck with me through this fic. It's kinda sad that I'm ending it, just like with 'Moments', but there WILL be another hundred days of Destiel! It'll be starting tomorrow – and believe me, I WILL be writing because I have to shake these post con blues SOMEHOW.

Thanks to masterjediratgrl31, Nicole-Witch-Poseidon'sLilGirl, Gracie in wonderland, giawinchester, Perdition Raiser, Avalin Rose Ellyot, AngelisticSatan, jjeess001 and Guest for your reviews :) And a HUGE thank you to EVERYONE who has reviewed – I'd list you all if I wasn't running on minimal sleep and two days overdue a prompt XD

101. Have a ridiculous night where anything goes so long as it's silly

"…so I told Sammy that he could shove it up his ass!" Dean chortled, taking another sip of beer. Cas laughed quietly. "Seriously, man? Have a beer!"

"Why? I can't grow 'tipsy' as you have and this night is supposed to be 'ridiculous'."

Dean rolled his eyes.

"You're adorable when you do the air quotes, sweetheart," he grinned, slipping an arm around Cas and kissing him sloppily on the cheek. Cas' lips twitched.

"So, what happened next?"

Dean launched into the next part of the story but all he could focus on was the angel sitting next to him, blue eyes fixed on him so intensely that he couldn't believe that Cas was actually taking an interest in his shitty stories.

Cas was just so…perfect. Not just because of his scruffy black hair and bright blue eyes – which were his in a way that they hadn't been Jimmy's when Jimmy had been in control, and Dean was certain he'd be able to tell Cas just by this sort of thing alone – but because he was just…him. From the way he didn't understand most references, to the way he could always make Dean feel like he was worth something with just a word or even a look, to just the way he had picked Dean out of all the other cooler people he could've had – people who could love him the way he deserved and actually fucking say so.

"…and Sam gave me one of his bitch faces so I threw my jacket at him and got him square in the face and goddammit Cas, stop giving me that adorable look 'cause I already love you so fucking much and that's just gonna drive me crazy –"

"You what?" Cas said quietly. Dean froze, his mouth open as his fuzzy brain finally registered what had just come out of his mouth.

"I – did I just – son of a bitch –"

But the widest smile that Dean had ever seen spread across Cas' face and his jumbled words melted in his mouth.

"I knew that you would be able to say it one day, Dean! I – this feeling of happiness – I've never felt it so strongly before –"

"I – I…love you," Dean mumbled. He let out a shaky laugh and looked up at Cas. "I love you. I love you. Dammit, I love you!"

He tackled a laughing Cas to the bed and began to pepper his angel's face with wet kisses.

"I finally said it! I love you so fucking much, angel!"

Cas was laughing louder than Dean had ever heard him laugh before as he wrapped his arms around Dean and pulled him down for a giddy kiss. And Dean was getting so fucking high off his angel's joy!

"I love you too, Dean," Cas said, inhaling sharply but still laughing when Dean began to nibble down his jaw and throat. They were far from the neatest kisses but Dean was still high off finally being able to tell his angel that he loved him and he was sure he made up for it in enthusiasm. "So very much. And I'm so glad that you could finally reply in kind."

Dean pulled back to just take Cas in; to just drink in his beauty. His face split in a wide grin again as blazing heat scorched his insides and he reached out to brush the messy hair out of Cas' blue eyes and then gently caress his face.

"I love you, Dean."

"Love you too, Cas. So fucking much."

-FIN-

"It's about freaking time!"

God shut down His computer and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Two years! Two years it took that asshole to tell Cas! He's lucky I set up that whole 'free will' package…"

But He was happy. Castiel and Dean were finally happy – well, as happy as two messed up people could be – and now He could back off with the subtle scenario building (though even He was pleasantly surprised at how they'd risen to each one. Characterisation could be wonderful at times).

But He still wanted to write. What to do…what to do…

"Well, Sam's still miserable and alone," He mumbled to himself. "And he sorta had something going on with – yeah, gotta love subtext. Nothing ever actually happened but I'm sure he had a soft spot…"

He heaved himself to his feet gracefully. Time to go wading through primordial energy. But he couldn't let Dean have happiness and not Sam. And his son had followed orders and tried to defend humanity in the end. Really, what sort of an absent father would he be if he didn't reward Gabriel?