For Better or For Worse
Summary: #3 in my human!Cas series. Dean and Castiel go on a road trip to Las Vegas. Rated T, for some language. Dean/Castiel.
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"Dean, what do I need to pack?" Castiel shouted through the house, from the bedroom he and Dean Winchester shared. Dean walked into the room, brushing his teeth, and looked at Castiel. He withdrew the toothbrush from his mouth and swallowed the toothpaste.
"Underwear, socks, toothbrush, couple of t-shirts, jeans. Just a few nights worth of things," Dean said, making his way back to the bathroom. Castiel threw some things in a small suitcase, next to Dean's stuff. He closed the case over and he hauled it downstairs to the Impala, throwing it in the back seat. He moved back into the house where Sam was standing.
"Have fun, man," Sam said, putting his arm around Castiel's shoulder. "Make sure he comes back in one piece." He gestured towards Dean, who was swaggering downstairs, pulling on his jacket.
"Let's hit the road, Cas," he said. "See you in a few days, bro. Thanks for babysitting the house for me." He kissed Sam on the cheek, but Sam said 'eww' and shoved Dean away from him, wiping the kiss off his cheek. Dean just laughed and he took Cas' hand as they moved out to the car.
"See ya, Sammy," Dean called, closing the car door behind him. He started the engine, the Impala roaring to life. Dean turned on the radio, before leaning over to kiss Castiel as Led Zeppelin blasted out of the speakers. Cas kissed him back. Dean pulled away first and smiled at Cas.
"Vegas, here we come."
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It had been a tiring drive. They had stopped for a few rest stops, and just now, Castiel was leaning on his sweater, against the window, asleep. Dean smiled as they pulled into their motel. Motel 6. Only a few minutes from all the major casinos and restaurants, so Dean was happy. Dean yawned and stretched as he pulled over, opening the door to stretch his legs before leaning over and shaking Cas awake.
"Hey, Cas. We're here," he said, as Castiel's eyes gradually opened. It was early afternoon, and he had slept for most of the journey.
"Oh, how long was I asleep?" he asked. Dean smiled.
"You fell asleep in the middle of twenty questions, dude."
"Oh." Dean just laughed.
"Come on, let's go check in." He got their case out of the car and they both moved to the reception desk and checked in, the nice old woman behind the counter eyeing them strangely when they said they wanted a double room. Dean resisted the urge to wipe that look off her face. She finally handed them their key and they moved to their room. It wasn't a cheap themed motel room. It was one of the better ones they had stayed in. Castiel collapsed on the bed, dropping his bag. Dean sat next to him.
"Nice place," he said, looking around the room. He turned to Cas and ran a hand down his chest.
"Come on, Cas. Let's go get a drink. It's Vegas, we don't stay in the room long," Dean said, with a smile that wouldn't look out of place on a giddy child's face. Cas looked up at Dean, before sitting up.
"Let me change first," he said, before moving the bathroom, taking his bag with him. Dean smiled and he flicked on the TV.
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Both showered and changed, they moved along the Las Vegas strip, taking in the sights of all the major casinos, smelling the fine food coming from the restaurants, and moving amongst the armies of tourists. They walked hand in hand, pointing at things they found interesting and laughing and joking, sharing a few small kisses and squeezes of the hand every now and then. Dean had never been happier, and spending time with the ex-angel made him happy. He pointed to a bar.
"Come on, we'll get a drink, then we'll go bet some money," Dean said.
"That sounds like a plan," Castiel said. They moved into the rock and roll themed bar, with waitresses dancing on the bar whenever the music played. They moved up to a clear space at the bar and ordered two beers and some fries, before finding a table.
"I'm so glad we decided to do this," Dean said, with a smile. Castiel smiled and took Dean's hand across the table. Dean smiled and he looked up at the waitress, who brought over their order. There would be a time when Dean would look at a waitress and he would think she was attractive, with a fantastic rack and an ass to die for. This was one of those waitresses, but Dean felt nothing for her. The only person who occupied his thoughts was Castiel. And it always would be Castiel. The waitress put down the beer and fries.
"There you go guys. Enjoy," she said, winking at them both. Castiel just raised an eyebrow before looking at Dean. Dean smiled back and he took a gulp of his beer. Castiel munched on a couple of fries before drinking his beer.
"It was about time we got away from Lawrence for a while. See some of the states. Away from hunting for a bit," Dean said, picking up some fries and shoving them in his mouth. "And no Sammy to walk in on us."
"Yes, he does like to walk in at the most inappropriate times," Castiel said, with a giggle. He took a drink of his beer. At first, he couldn't stand the stuff, but he had gotten used to it. Dean always had it in the fridge, so he decided to indulge. He could feel Dean's eyes on his as he took another deep gulp of his beer.
"Slow down dude, you'll get drunk too quickly," Dean said with a grin, taking a drink of his own beer.
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Quite a few beers later, Dean and Castiel were walking, well, staggering along the strip, popping into a casino every now and then to bet some money. The two men were so drunk, they couldn't even think about where they were.
"Caaaaaas! I have an idea ..." Dean said, taking the ex-angel's hand and pulling him along with him.
"Dean, where we going?" Cas slurred as he was dragged along by Dean. Dean suddenly stopped, causing Castiel to bump into him. They were outside a chapel, the Little White Chapel to be precise.
"Marry me!"
Castiel would have looked surprised if his eyes weren't so glazed over, and he would have laughed if Dean hadn't sounded so serious in his drunken state.
"Okay."
Dean giggled and pulled Cas into the chapel, to the reception desk. The woman sitting there looked up at them before smiling and saying 'can I help you, gentlemen?"
"We want to get married," Dean slurred. The woman picked up the phone, spoke about the situation then hung up, turning back to the drunk lovers.
"If you'll just make your way into the hall, please," she said. "One of you will need this." She handed them a bouquet of flowers, which Castiel drunkenly took, before Dean took his hand and they moved into the chapel. There was a minister, dressed as Elvis. He'd probably done a wedding already that he was dressed like that. Dean and Cas stopped in front of him and both of them grinned from ear to ear. 'Elvis' smiled.
"Dearly beloved ..."
Haha, it had to be done. XD I hope you guys like it!