Destiel One Shots

Season 12 Expectations

Shortly after Sam got out of the hospital and the woman who shot him was burned, Sam and Mary started talking quite a bit to themselves. At first, Dean thought it was normal. Mother and son bonding, you know? But soon, it began to be all the time. They would start whispering and laughing at the slightest provocation. Dean's only problem with that was that he didn't know what that provocation was. If he knew what they were laughing about, he might be able to understand what was going on, but there was nothing. It started to creep Dean out. Sometimes, if they were working on a case, Mary would take Sam out of the room and talk to him for hours, and when they were done, they kept looking at each other and smiling wryly. Sometimes they winked at each other. One day, when it was Sam, Castiel and Dean, Mary walked into the room and again, took Sam away. Dean turned to Castiel and, in a worried whisper, said "I think they're having sex. I hope they aren't but, how else do you explain it?" 

Castiel smiled and shook his head. "They are not having sex, Dean. Don't worry about it."

"Don't worry about it? How can I not worry about it? And how do you know they aren't? They spend all day locked up in the same room, away from anyone else. What else would they be doing?" Castiel chuckled but stayed silent and went back to his research.

Dean didn't tell anyone else about his suspicions after that, but he still thought bout them quite often. 

Sam was ecstatic. He could barely keep a straight face. He had snuck out of a window often enough that he would be crazy not to be grateful it was coming to a close. Castiel had helped by distracting Dean, mostly, but he also had a few other parts in the plan. Sam walked into the library to find Dean sitting next to Castiel and across from Mary, his head buried in a book. He could hear soft snoring from the man, so he grimaced and walked closer to Dean, shaking him slightly. 

"Dean! Dean, good to see you up. We're out of beer. Can you make a run? And get the good stuff." He walked away; he knew Dean would get up and do it. He also knew that that would give them about two hours to get everything ready.

As soon as they were sure Dean would be too far away to come back in, they got to work.

Dean didn't know why Sam couldn't have gone instead. It was too cold for Dean to be outside. 'Get the good stuff.' That would be an extra half hour there and back. Dean didn't care, though, he was just glad to be able to drive his baby. When he got to the store, it was quick, in and out. Then, he was headed back. 

Upon opening the door, he heard... music? The music you hear at a wedding. I wonder who's wedding it is? Dean thought. He walked farther in and saw... Castiel, standing on the steps to the library, Chuck behind him, holding a bible, Mary and Sam, in a dress and tuxedo respectively, standing off to the side. The entire room was decorated with green and yellow, the tables had either been moved or also covered, there was a white aisle leading from the door, down the stairs and straight to Cas. 

"Hi? What... What the hell is this?" He asked, waiting for someone to reveal he was being pranked. 

"We are getting married, Dean. Your mother and brother organized this for us so that we could be together. Traditionally, you walk down towards my father and me, so that we can begin the ceremony." 

Dean, awestruck, begins to fumble for his words of protest, but he doesn't have any. He numbly sets down the bag full of beer and pie he had been carrying and began to descend the stairs. He felt a little out of place, being the only person without nice clothes in the room, but it was his wedding dammit, and he can dress however he wants to. 

Once he gets to the makeshift altar, Castiel grabs his hands and they face each other, speaking when needed, but otherwise listening to God speak for them. Soon enough, the ceremony was over and it was time to kiss his new husband. Something that he had never done before. But, he did it, and it was the best thing he had ever done. 

"Time for pie!" God said, and he led the couple to their seat at the table, they had Sam bring out refreshments. They crossed arms and fed each other, making sure to make as big a mess as possible. 

With everyone's pie eaten or discarded- much to Dean's displeasure- the music came on. Time for the first dance. It was a nice song, picked out by Sam, but it wasn't exactly what Dean would have chosen for the first dance. Those are typically slow songs, but Sam chose Heaven Sent- Hinder for the pair. They danced how most people did, if not to the music. The swaying couple shared several more kisses before the song was over, Dean relishing in his power to kiss his husband whenever he wanted to.