Destiel One-shots

Wedding Plans

A/N: Holy Chuck, this is LONG, but I think it's good.

Set in AU 

Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak had been dating for three years. Dean was a mechanic at Bobby's garage, and Castiel ran a small book store in their town. Money was a little tight, so they lived in a small apartment, and didn't do anything crazy expensive. 

Until the day Dean decided to play the lottery, that is.

In his own defense, the prize was 600,000 dollars. Why wouldn't he try to win that? With that money, he knew, he could take Cas on the vacation of their dreams- they could move out of their crappy little apartment and into somewhere nice that they could decorate however they wanted. 

With money like that, Dean could give Cas everything he deserved.

"You wanna pick out your own numbers or just get random ones?" The cashier asked as Dean bought a lottery ticket.

"I'll pick them." Dean insisted. He thought it was luckier that way.

"I need five numbers, then." Dean thought for a moment.

"4, 18, 9, 14, and.....67." He offered, grinning. 4/18 was Cas's birthday, and 14 was his favorite number for some reason. 9 was for September, the month that he and Cas had met, and 67, well, that was for the year his prized car had been made. The cashier gave him the ticket, and Dean walked out, feeling confident.

Imagine his surprise when the numbers were announced later that night.

"4, 18, 9, 14, and 67." Dean froze, staring at the screen, the ticket in his hand.

"Dean?" Cas frowned at him, not knowing what was going on.

"Cas," Dean asked. "If you could go anywhere in the entire world, where would it be?" Cas thought for a moment.

"Probably Paris," he admitted, smiling softly. "I've always thought it sounded so beautiful, and it's one of the most romantic cities ever, so I'd love to go there with you." 

"Well, pack a bag, cause that's where we're going."

"Dean, we don't have the money for Paris-"

"Cas, we just won $600,000. We've got the money for Paris."

~~~~~

A week later, Dean and Cas were in Paris, and Cas was freaking out.

"Oh my god," He kept repeating. "We're actually in Paris. PARIS, DEAN, PARIS!!" Dean laughed at his boyfriend.

"I know." Cas let out a small squeal, bouncing on his feet like a teenager about to meet her favorite band of all time.

Cas, of course, made them go just about everywhere and see everything there was to see in the city, and Dean was happy to be dragged along, smiling at how happy Cas was. And even Dean had to admit, Paris was beautiful. But the Winchester had another plan up his sleeve, and he was pretty sure Cas might just faint with happiness if everything went the way he wanted it to.

Cas was also, conveniently, fluent in French, so making their way around the city was easy. Dean didn't know a word of French, but the sound of Cas speaking in that language made it easy for him to realize why French was considered a romance language. 

But, with the help of google translate and one of the maids at the hotel, Dean managed to pick up a little bit of French. Or, at least, enough for him to pull off what he wanted to do.

On their last night of the trip, Cas and Dean went out for a walk, stopping on a bridge to admire the view of the city, and the top of the Eiffel Tower in the distance.