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It’s time to re-post my SPN 15x20 fix-it fic... 

Happy Destiel Anniversary! :)

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Supernatural

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, John Winchester/Mary Winchester, Bobby Singer/Karen Singer

Characters: Castiel, Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Karen Singer, Jody Mills, Jack Kline, Claire Novak, Alex Jones (Supernatural), Crowley (Supernatural), Rowena MacLeod, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Samuel Campbell, Miracle the Dog (Supernatural), Jo Harvelle, Ellen Harvelle, Ash (Supernatural), Original Characters, Eileen Leahy, Dean Winchester Jr. (Supernatural: Carry On), Adam Milligan, Men of Letters - Character, Impala (Supernatural), Donatello Redfield, God | Chuck Shurley, Amara (Supernatural), Death (Supernatural), The Empty | The Shadow (Supernatural), Billie (Supernatural: Form and Void), Zachariah (Supernatural)

Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Post-Canon Fix-It, Fluff and Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions, Men of Letters Bunker (Supernatural), Roadhouse in Heaven (Supernatural), Post-Episode: s15e20 Carry On, During Canon, Episode: s15e20 Carry On, Song: Carry on My Wayward Son (Kansas), Canon Universe, Alternate Canon

Series: Part 1 of Supernatural Fanfic Translations

Summary:

SPN 15x20 fix-it fanfic.

In heaven, Dean said goodbye to Bobby and went for a drive to start his new life...

MY heart almost stopped reading this😭

Destiel (and incredible writers like you) set the bar so high, I doubt it’s possible to find a Valentine that could ever make me feel highs like this🥺

Valentine’s Day was finally here, and Dean had snuck out of bed early to set up his final surprise. Okay, maybe he didn’t do it alone. He might’ve roped Sam, Eileen, and Jack into helping him, but after an hour of whisper yelling with handfuls of decorations and pictures from the wedding photo album laid out to make sure everything matched, it was finally perfect.

Creeping back upstairs, Dean slipped back into their bedroom and crouched down next to Cas’ side of the bed. “Good morning sleepy head. Happy anniversary,” Dean murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Cas’ forehead.

“Dean,” Cas mumbled tiredly, hand reaching out to tug Dean closer. “I love you.”

“Love you too, handsome. But I’m gonna need you to get up because I’ve got a surprise for you downstairs. Put on something nice, too. Do you remember the baby blue shirt?”

Cas blinked tiredly, rubbing at his eyes before recognition flickered across his face. “The shirt I was wearing at our wedding?”

“Yeah. Put that on and I’ll meet you downstairs,” Dean said, leaning in and pressing a sweet kiss to Cas’ lips.

“Can’t we stay here in bed and cuddle?” Cas pouted, even though he was already getting up.

Dean grinned. Oh yes. That’s exactly why Dean married this beautiful man. “Join me for an hour, and then I’ll bring you back to bed. Deal?”

“God, yes,” Cas said, snagging Dean’s wrist and pulling him in for a long and lingering kiss. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Sighing in pleasure, Dean let himself get lost in the kiss for a few moments before he pulled away. “Come find me,” he said, stepping backwards and blowing Cas a kiss and a little wink before he slipped out of the room.

Ten minutes later, Dean heard the telltale creak of the stairs and he clicked the record into place; smiling as the first notes of the song began to play.

“Dean? What’s going on? Is that our wedding song?” Cas asked, walking around the corner into the living room. But he quickly stumbled to a stop, eyes widening in shock as he saw the beautiful decorations.

The same decorations that had covered The Roadhouse last year. Their wedding decorations. The same white and blue flower bouquets covered the tables. Red and white streamers and confetti that had hung from the ceiling were now draped around their living room. The quirky green and blue plates and napkins with a little breakfast were set out on their living room table, and even the wine they’d picked was placed in a beautiful pink bucket like it had been on their wedding day. To top it all off, a small replica of their wedding cake was in the center of the room, with their names written in swirling icing along the side. Dean and Cas Winchester.

But what had tears welling in Cas’ eyes and slipping down his cheeks was Dean. His husband, standing there in the same suit and beautiful blue tie that he’d worn on their wedding day.

“Dean,” Cas choked out, reaching out for his husband as the emotions flooded over.

“Hey, c’mere my gorgeous husband,” Dean murmured, gently guiding Cas into his arms as he began to sway them softly to the music. Pressing his lips to Cas’ ear, Dean quietly murmured soft sweet nothings as Cas gripped hold of him tightly.

“This is… it’s… Dean, it’s beautiful. You’re beautiful,” Cas gasped, hands grasping at Dean’s lower back as he buried his head into the crook of Dean’s shoulder.

“Do you like it?” Dean whispered. “I wanted to recreate our wedding. To make you my husband all over again.”

“I love you,” Cas sobbed, tears slipping down to soak into the collar of Dean’s shirt as Dean rocked them back and forth. “It’s perfect. I just- I, Dean, I-I love you.”

Tears stung Dean’s eyes, and he pressed his cheek against Cas’ hair as his heart felt like it could burst out of his chest from absolute adoration. “Love you. So much,” he replied, tilting Cas’ jaw until he could press their lips together in the most achingly beautiful kiss they’d ever shared. They remained locked in each other’s embrace for a long time, with soft kisses and tender touches and ‘I love you’s’ repeated over and over again.

Finally, Dean spun Cas softly, tugging him back into his arms and linking their fingers. “Can I have this dance?” Dean asked, swaying them again as the song clicked back to their first dance track.

“Yes. This dance. My heart. It’s all yours,” Cas replied, leaning in to steal another kiss.

Around and around they danced, until Dean reached out and swiped some icing from the cake and booped Cas on the nose; just like he’d done on their wedding day. When he kissed the icing away, Cas held on tight and didn’t let go.

oh boy here we go

It’s been a fucking year some shit better go down