Our Love. (Destiel Fanfiction) COMPLETED!!

Chapter 24:

Castiel, and Taylor sat at the table, with wedding books set in front of them. While Dean, and Sam were on a hunt. "Dude, I can't believe this." Sam said as they drove up to the police station.

"What?" Dean asked him.

"You're getting married, and I'm going to be a dad. Did you see this when we were younger?" Sam asked.

"Well, I never saw myself bisexual. But I guess shit happens." Dean laughed, Sam smiled, and nodded his head. They walked inside, asked a few files, and then sat down. Reviewing the files, "I betcha it's a damn witch. Man those things are nasty." Dean grumbled.

"Don't get burned." Sam teased, Dean snorted, and rolled his eyes. They walked back out to the impala, the sun was out. It was a oddly warm morning for a March, Dean slid inside the car, and rolled down the windows. Let the warm air in, he backed out, and started to drive.

"So where are we going?" Dean asked.

"The scene of the crime, where the first victim lost her fingernails." Sam said, as they drove. The house wasn't to far from town, Dean pulled up, and looked at the house. It looked dead, but Sam said that her boyfriend was still there. Dean knocked on the door first, when the door opened it was a male. His eyes looked over the two, before they pulled out their badges.

"So why are you here again?" he asked.

"We needed to see the bathroom." Dean said, Sam walked to the bathroom, while Dean checked out the rest of the house.  "Did your girlfriend-"

"Macey." the guy cut Dean off.

"Right, did she ever have any enemies? Mention anyone who might have wanted to harm her?" he asked him, Dean's eyes glancing over a picture of the guy, and Macey. She was pretty, he thought.

"No, why would that have anything to do with her fingernails falling out?" he asked Dean, his tone harsh.

"We just need to explore every possibly." Dean said.

"Well, she did mention a co-worker at work, who was trying to get a promotion she ended up getting." the guy shrugged.

"Do you remember her name?" Dean asked, the man thought about it before finally saying her name was Heather. Dean yelled up at Sam, who brought down a hex bag, and they walked outside.

"So this Heather girl got jealous that Macey got the job, and she didn't? So instead of talking about it behind her back, she decides her best course of action is to remove her fingernails?" Sam asked himself, Dean shrugged.

"Women." Dean sighed. "That's why I prefer men." he winked.

"You're freaking smooth." Sam laughed.

Taylor, and Castiel were browsing though wedding catalogues. "Oh look at this suit, it's fancy, and it's white." Taylor cheered, Castiel glanced at it, and then back at her.

"That is awful. No offence." Castiel said, pulling out a suit, and showing it to her. "Now, Dean would look mighty fine in this." he smirked, Taylor laughed, and grabbed the catalogue.

"I agree, are you sure Dean's up for the stuffy suit?" she asked, handing Castiel the catalogue back. He starred at the picture, the model looked like Dean. Only younger, and leaner.

"He has to." Castiel laughed, taking his sharpie, and circling the suit. Before setting it on the left, and grabbing another one.

"So what is our theme?" Taylor asked.

"I doubt we'll have a theme, it's just going to us." Castiel said.

"Oh come on! You have to go all out! I'm sure some Dean's hunter buddies would come." Taylor smiled.

"What hunting buddies? All of them are dead." he said.

"Wow, harsh." Taylor said, Kevin came walking downstairs, he looked extra tried, and worn out. He slummed down in a chair across from them. "You okay?" she asked him.

"Long night." Kevin rubbed his eyes.

"Why?"

"I just had the strangest dream," Kevin sighed, rolling his shoulders.

"I made pancakes." Castiel said, Kevin nodded, and walked off. Taylor followed him with her eyes.

"You think he's okay?" Taylor asked, her eyes still on the kitchen doorway.

"Well, I mean he's only 18, and is a prophet of the lord. That's a lot of stress on a kid." Castiel said, looking back at the catalogue.

"I know that, it's just seems like he knows something, and is trying to hide it." Taylor mumbled. "He's acting strange."

They shot the witch, it was a simple job, it was her co-worker, she was pretty too. Dean threw the bags in the back, and got up front. Sam was inside, while Dean dialed Castiel. "Hello?" it was Castiel's deep voice.

"Hey." Dean smiled.

"Hello, Dean." Castiel said.

"How are you?" he asked him.

"Tried, me, and Taylor just looked though a thousand wedding books." Castiel said.

"So, anything new to our wedding?" Dean asked, as he smiled at the phone.

"Not yet, but I think I found your suit." Castiel smiled.

"Is it hot?" Dean asked.

"It will look hot on you." he flirted.

"I love it when you try to flirt." Dean smiled.

"I'm getting good at flirting, and understanding humor." Castiel winked.

"Well, I thought I'd call, and say were on our way back home. And the job went great." Dean said. "Wish you were here with me though." Dean smiled.

"I do too. But I'm glad you, and Sam got some bonding time." Castiel said. "I love you."

"I love you too." Dean said, they hung up, and Sam came walking out. "What took you so long?" he asked him.

"I had to call Taylor." Sam shrugged, getting in the car. "You know, ever since she got pregnant, she's been very hormonal."  

"Again-" Sam cut him off.

"That's why you're with a guy. I get it Dean." Sam rolled his eyes. They drove off, hoping to be home by midnight.

"So have you, and Taylor thought of any names yet?" Dean asked.

"Mary, for mom, and uh Dean for a boy, and for you." Sam smiled.

"You will name your kid after me?" Dean laughed. "Why would you do that?"

"Because, I love you." Sam said. "And Taylor loves your name, even though I said Axel."

"That's a dumb name, stick to Dean, please!" he grinned. They pulled up to the bunker around midnight, it was quite outside, and the moon was out. Dean walked inside first, and he noticed the air was thicker. Much more tension. He flicked on the lights, and sitting on the floor covered in blood was Taylor. "Sam!" he screamed.