Author's Note: I'm so sorry. I've had terrible writer's block. I'm also sorry they aren't more romantic.

Dean
It was a warm spring afternoon when Dean proposed. It was quite romantic. He'd reserved a table in this cute garden that was filled with flowers. The cover up was that you were going on a date and you'd worn your cutest sun dress while he wore his fbi suit.

During your main course meal, Dean was very nervous. "Are you okay?" You asked him. "Yeah, I'm fine. Perfect. How are you? Are you cold? Do you need my coat?" Dean fussed over you. You rolled your eyes and assured him you were okay.

After a marvelous time, you two sat on a bench in the garden. Your head laid on his shoulder and he had an arm wrapped around you. "I really enjoyed this," you whispered to Dean. Dean smiled and took a shaky breath.

"I love you, Y/N," he said.

"I love you, too," you said.

"Do you remember the first time we met?"

"Yeah. You were hot."

You could feel Dean's body shake when he laughed. "When I saw you, I thought, 'This girl is so beautiful. I have to talk to her.' Then we went on a date and I learned you were so funny and smart and I thought, 'She's amazing. I can't let someone like her get away'. Now, I'm thinking, 'I hope this never ends'. And to ensure that it doesn't," he said, standing up and taking a ring from his pocket. You gasped.

He went down on one knee. "Y/N, would you do me the honor of being my wife?" You wanted to scream, "Yes!" so that everyone could know that Dean Winchester was going to be your husband. You were beyond happy.

You nodded vigorously and let him put the ring on your finger. You kissed him and hoped that the moment would never end because this was one of the few times you and Dean forgot about the world and were happy.

Sam
Things were looking bad for you two. Chained to a wall in some barn, you were beginning to lose hope. Sam was chained to another wall, a wall that you could not see. But you heard Sam.

"Sam, I don't think we're making it out of this one," you said.

"Don't say that," Sam said.

"Someone has to."

"If we make it out of this one, I want us to elope."

"Wait, what?"

"Let's get married, Y/N. I love you and this has showed me that I want to spend the rest of our lives together. Whether the rest of pur life are 40 years or 40 minutes. To die by your side, well the pleasure, the privilege is mine."

You blushed deeply and were glad Sam couldn't see you. "Are you proposing to be with lyrics from The Smiths?"

Sam could hear your smile. "I am. Is that a yes?"

"That's a yes, Sammy. I love you."

"I love you, too."

Castiel
It was early night when you and Castiel went to bed together. Since you guys had been together for a while, he was more comfortable with you (physically and emotionally). Your head laid on his chest as you tried to get some sleep.
"I can't sleep," you murmured while you played with his tie. "Tell me about heaven."

He smiled because he was quite fond of talking about his memories of heaven before the war. "There was a time when everyone got along. All the angels were happy. We watched over humans and enjoyed where we were."

His talking actually woke you up. You were listening to his every word. "Tell me about the heaven please."

"Everyone has their own heaven. I favor the eternal tuesday afternoon of an autistic man who drowned in a bath tub. It's like a park. There's a man flying a colorful kite and everything's a beautiful shade of green."

Talking about heaven brought a smile to Castiel's face. You looked up to see Castiel's smile. You smiled when you saw him so happy. When you thought of all the times that smile was directed to you, you couldn't help but feel love. That's when you realized you wanted to marry Cas.

"Will you marry me, Castiel?" You asked. You suddenly remembered that, well, angels weren't really supposed to marry anyone. You quickly hurried to fix what you said, "I mean, I understand that you can't. That'd be rebelling. I understand."

Castiel moved, and turned to face you. "I will rebel for you. Yes, let's get  . . .  married." The word sounded strange to Castiel, but he loved you and wanted to be your husband.

Gabriel
Gabriel was being extra nice that one Friday morning. He was giving you lots of random kisses and even prepared breakfast. Breakfast was ended with your favorite dessert.

You were both on the couch eating your respective desserts. "Can I have a spoon of your pudding?" You asked.

"No," Gabriel said.

"Aw, why not?"

"You won't finish yours." He kissed your cheek. "And I worked so hard on making it."

You rolled your eyes. "I saw you," he froze. "You just made it appear."
"It takes effort to 'just make it appear', babe. Effort," he said.

"You're so lazy," you teased, taking a bite from your dessert.

"But you love me."

"That I do."

You were almost finish with your dessert, but you left just a bite covering the bowl. Gabriel anxiously looked at your almost eaten dessert. "Aren't you going to finish that?" He asked.

"No, you can have it."

He sighed and took your bowl. "Airplane or train?"

"What?" You laughed.

"Airplane or train?"

"Airplane."

"Whoosh. Here comes the airplane. C'mon, open up. See, wasn't that yummy? Just a few more bites, sweetie."

You rolled your eyes and took the bowl from him. You finished and he looked at you expectantly. You raised an eyebrow and looked down at your bowl. Engraved at the bottom were the words Will you marry me?

You looked at Gabriel, who was now on his knee, and started to cry. "Y/N, will you marry me?" You nodded and wrapped your arms around him. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," you whispered.

Lucifer
"Where are we going?" You asked.

"You'll see when we get there," Lucifer assured you.

You walked besides Lucifer and tried to keep up with him. The fact that you'd been walking for ten minutes didn't slow Lucifer. You started to slow down and Lucifer grabbed you hand and kissed it. "Almost there, I promise," Lucifer said as you reluctantly allowed him to drag you through the forest.

A faint light glistened through the bushes. You grew curious and walked at the same speed as Lucifer. You saw that it wasn't a light, but it was multiple little lights. The little lights surrounded flowers and they spelled out Will You Marry Me?

You gasped and covered your mouth with your hand. You turned to Lucifer and he was on one knee. In his right hand was a silver ring.

"Y/N, I love you very much. You -" He stopped a moment to take a deep breath and you saw he had tears in his eyes. "You bring me so much happiness and joy and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. W-will you marry me?"

"Yes, Lucifer," you said, hugging him.

You walked away from the lights sometime later that night. "I'm surprised you didn't spell the words out in blood," you joked.

"That was on the list of ideas," Lucifer said which earned a chuckle from you. "When we tell this story to our children, can we not tell about the part where I cried?"

"Sure, big guy," you said, patting his chest.

"That's a no?"

"Yep."

Crowley
A vacation away from Patrick, your son, in Santa Monica was all you needed. You and Crowley were strolling through the sand when you saw a bunch of people holding blank signs. "Look, Crowley," you said.

He stared at the signs with a slightly pleased smile and you looked back at the people. Slowly, they all started to turn their signs. When everything was turned you saw it said, "Will you marry me, Y/N?" You gasped and held onto Crowley's arm. You turned to Crowley with a smile and then he pointed down.

Standing right next to you was your two year old son, Patrick, holding a ring box. Crowley took the ring box saying, "Thank you, son," before kneeling down. He opened the ring box to reveal a beautiful ring.

"Y/N, will you marry me?"

You nodded, speechless, and kissed him. When you broke away, Patrick jumped with joy, yelling, "My mama and papa are getting married!"

Balthazar
Your anniversary was spent on the Eiffel Tower. The magnificent view was only perceived from where you stood. The stars gave off a romantic light, while the city lights gave a cozy feel to the evening. Balthazar only dared to hope everything would go according to plan.

He had prepared a dinner for you. It started with your favorite meal, and ended with your favorite dessert. Everything tasted divine. Not only did everything taste divine, but the evening felt incredibly romantic. Bal flirted with you during the meal. Your cheeks were cherry red after the dessert.

The night came to an end when he served champagne. "To our love," he toasted, handing you your glass. Your loving smile was replaced with one of confusion when you saw the faint outline of an object in your drink. "What is it, ma chérie?" He asked, a smile playing on his lips.

"A ring in the champagne? I thought you weren't a fan of cliches, Bal." You asked, taking your time with finishing your glass. He smiled when you finally had your ring in your hand. It reflected your personality beautifully.

"May I?" Bal asked, gesturing to the ring. You gave him the ring. "Here comes another cliche." He got down on one knee. You couldn't help but smile. "Y/N, the moment I met you I knew you were the one. I knew from  the first time I saw you that I loved you. I loved your smile, your laugh. The way the corner of your eyes crinkle when you smile. Your beauty and your personality. But, most of all, I love the idea of knowing that I can be yours for the rest of our lives. Y/N, will you marry me?"

Everything was a big cliche. But your heart swelled at his every word. You were loved by the man of every girl's dreams. That man had just proposed to you. And you sure as hell weren't going to say no.

"Yes, Balthazar," you said. The look of love he gave you when you said yes was indescribable. The ring gently slide up your finger. Your lips touched Balthazar's in a sweet kiss that came before an, "I love you," from both kissers.