I wanted a wedding between Dean & Castiel, so here is my version of one. This is a sequel, yes, and it features a whole lot of Supernatural characters. I didn't think it would be this long, but it is what it is.

Title: The Sea and The Rhythm
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Summary: Castiel has a week to finish planning his wedding with Dean. I mean, what the hell could go wrong? (Sequel to "Onions")

It might be better if you read Onions to better understand this, though you don't have to.

I'm not personally a big fan of sequels, but I have learned to love this story. I have a soundtrack for this, but it won't be posted until I post the last chapter.

SATURDAY (11:24am)

The woods were perfectly still, and only the occasional faint sounds of birds still chirping were heard; the atmosphere was dry yet somehow sweet—like waking up after a much needed nap. Despite the freezing weather, Cas felt warmth underneath him, surrounding him, protecting him. The clouds above him seemed menacing, warning him of the rain heading their way.

Cas pressed his arms tighter around Dean's shoulders, resting his head besides Dean's. With his back against Cas' chest, Dean inhaled a deep peaceful breath in response. Cas rubbed his hands playfully over Dean's belly as he heard and felt the growl emitting from it.

Cas chuckled. "Someone's hungry."

"Damn right," Dean said. "I haven't eaten since breakfast."

"That was less than two hours ago," Cas muttered, then he softly bit onto Dean's neck, patiently smoothing it out with a tender kiss.

Dean sighed, looking ahead at the woods in awe. Cas felt a sudden satisfaction because it had been his idea to head out here after breakfast, something he had to fight over with Dean. "We're actually doing this. We're getting married. In fucking Canada. Hell, if an angel had fallen from heaven a year ago and told me this, I probably wouldn't have believed him."

Cas tilted his head. "So you're just assuming the angel would be a man?"

Dean escaped from Castiel's arms around him in order to turn and face him. "Hey, don't question my fantasies. One thing's for sure, when I think of angels, I don't want them all busty with glittery wings and a furry halo. Well, on second thought..." Dean trailed off with a smirk.

Cas narrowed his eyes, silently letting Dean know he was in dangerous territory.

Dean chuckled, hanging an arm around Castiel's shoulders. "You know you're the only angel in my eyes, sugarplum."

Cas rolled his eyes. "You should find better ways of teasing me than by being this sappy. When will you finally tire of using those ridiculous pet names, anyway?"

Dean pressed a soft kiss on Castiel's temple. "What are you talking about, sweetie pie?"

"You're embarrassing," Cas said, playfully shoving Dean away.

Dean laughed and pulled him closer. "But you are my Chocolate-chip, and my pudding, and my banana-split sundae. Damn, I am seriously hungry now."

"If you stop mocking me I will personally feed you," Cas offered.

Dean grinned, removing his arm and slapping Castiel's ass. "Fine, no more stupid pet names to embarrass you with."

Cas smiled as he turned to walk back to their rental.

"Wait for me, little angel," Dean called behind him.

Cas shook his head, chewing off his growing smile. He hated to admit that this one was not so absurd.

(12:45pm)

"So, let me get this straight," Sam said. "You want me to go cake-testing with Cas?"

Dean nodded hurriedly. "What part of that don't you understand?"

Cas felt the sudden confusion in the air and cleared his throat. "Sam, your brother, as you very well know, is more inclined to other desserts—such as pie. He insists that if anyone should help me pick out our wedding cake, it should be you."

Sam made one of those, what Dean would call a, bitchface. "Come on, Dean. We're in Canada. I brought Jess along. Don't you think I have other plans besides being your wedding servant?"

"You ungrateful little bitch," Dean muttered. "I changed your diapers. Well, it was one time, but it was not number one, or two. That should tell you something."

"Oh God, Dean," Sam said, disgusted.

Cas stepped forth once again, sending a smile that would hopefully settle the dispute between the brothers. "Actually, Sam, I was also hoping Jess could accompany Dean in picking out the flowers, seeing as how he will have nothing else to do."

Sam sighed, defeated. "Alright, alright, but I'm doing this for you, Cas."

"Hey, whatever lets you sleep at night," Dean said, teasingly.

Sam sent another bitchface to Dean before leaving the room.

Cas turned to Dean, letting out a deep breath. "Please don't pick out a bunch of cactuses to try to make a point. I'm putting all my faith in Jessica, and you should listen to her opinion."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "You got something going on with Jess that Sam and I should know about?"

Cas rolled his eyes yet again. It was as if Dean could set them off like fireworks. "I believe her taste is admirable. She did choose the sexier brother."

Dean's mouth opened and closed, his eyes were wide with shock. And with that, Cas abandoned Dean in their luxurious hotel room, containing his laughter till he made it to the elevator.

(1:02pm)

Cas found Chuck and Jo in the hotel lobby. It was always pleasant seeing all of Dean's friends, whom he now considered his friends too, under one roof and for the same purpose: to attend Dean and his wedding. And then he had the abrupt urge to pinch himself, thinking again he was merely dreaming.

"Hey, Cas," Chuck approached him, holding Jo's hand. "Where's Dean?"

Cas chuckled, still having a little bit of amusement left in him. "I left him speechless upstairs."

Chuck and Jo shared a knowing look and Jo winked at Cas.

Castiel shot an alarming look at their misunderstanding. "No, no, no. It's not like that. I just told him something funny."

Chuck smiled as Jo tied her arm around his, pulling him closer. "Well, I will leave you to your madness. Listen, if there's anything we can help you with, we'd be more than happy to."

Cas' grin was warm and sincere. He'd always been rather fond of Chuck Shirley. Such a nice guy. "You both just go on out and tour the city. Vancouver is beautiful. I'm so glad the first time I came here I didn't have a wedding to plan within a week."

Jo placed a hand on Cas' arm, giving him a sympathetic look. "And I happen to know first-hand what a handful the eldest Winchester can be. If he bothers you too much, throw him our way. We'll keep him busy."

Castiel pondered that, and then smiled some more. He wouldn't dream of getting away from Dean, even in his worst. "I'm sure that won't be necessary, but thanks nonetheless for your offer, Jo."

"Alright, well, let's get going, hon," Chuck said. "Good luck, Cas,"

He waved the couple goodbye and pulled out his cell phone from his pocket. Dean had taught him how to work it. It was honestly embarrassing not knowing how to make such a small apparatus function in its full capacity. His fellow doctor friends were mostly fifty year olds, though, so they didn't make him feel left out. It was when he was around Dean's friends, such young people with eyes glued to their crotch as they texted, that he realized he had to learn immediately.

But sometimes, Cas simply preferred to call people. After dialing Jessica, he waited on a couch in the lobby.

"Hi, Cas," she answered. "I can't believe you want me to pick out the flowers with Dean. I will not disappoint, I promise."

Cas snickered into his phone. Jessica had become one of his closest friends. He'd decided no one would be better than her as a maid of honor, for both grooms, of course. "Jessica, I feel entirely at ease in your hands. You do not have to promise me anything."

She squealed loudly into the phone, and Cas had to pull it away for a second. "I know everything about you, so it won't be hard to pick the right things, and I can't wait to spend the day with Dean. Maybe we could all go to dinner afterwards."

"That sounds lovely," Cas contemplated. "Sam and I could meet up with you both back here after we decide on a cake. I miss Vancouver."

"Of course," Jess said. "I can't wait. Oh, Sam says he's on his way to the lobby right now. Should I meet Dean in your room?"

Cas was about to say yes to Jess until he noticed the curious man much too similar to Dean approaching the hotel bar. The ass was fitting to the face, as soon as Dean turned around. "No, he's right here in the lobby. Jess, I have to go." Cas shut his phone and stood up, deciding on whether he should wait and see what Dean was trying to do, or if he should go up to him and confront him the good old fashioned way.

When he noticed Dean sitting down on one of the stools there and talking to the bartender, he opted for the latter. Cas made his way angrily, but more than that, disappointed, and he took the open stool next to Dean.

"It's not even two o'clock, Dean," Cas said, "and this is the time you decide to start drinking again?"

Dean turned around, glaring at him. "Cas, do you really not trust me? At all?"

In that moment, the bartender placed, what was evidently an innocent soda, in front of Dean. Cas eyed the drink momentarily before frowning apologetically at Dean. "I trust you."

Dean took a sip of his drink and huffed. "Yeah, right."

"Dean, I'm marrying you this Saturday. Doesn't that tell you anything?"

"Yeah, tells me a lot. Tells me that you have shitty taste 'cause you're marrying me."

Cas stared at Dean. "You're an idiot."

"You just keep the insults coming, don't you?"

"Come on, Dean," Cas said. "Are you honestly upset over that joke?"

Dean snorted, taking another sip of the soda. "I'm just. I keep thinking, wondering how the hell this is happening. How did you and I end up in a totally different country, with our closest friends and family? How did we decide to plan our wedding in a single week, just like that? How did you accept my proposal, when you're a hot doctor, and I was just a pizza man fortunate enough to deliver that first onion pizza?"

Cas gulped, unable to comprehend Dean's reasoning. If anyone should feel undeserving, it should be him. He placed a hand firmly on Dean's shoulder, turning him so that Dean could look him straight in his eyes. "I'm marrying you in six days because I absolutely love you. For everything you've been, and what you are, and what you will be until death do us part." He shrugged. "It's simple, really."

Dean showed a hint of a smile on his lips, leaning in and placing a chaste kiss on Castiel's lips. "I didn't think getting married would get me this jittery."

"It'll pass," Cas assured, kissing him again, this time allowing his lips to linger against Dean's, until they heard Sam and Jess mumbling to each other.

"Better save it for the honeymoon, guys," Sam said.

Jess grinned. "We need to get a move on things today. I want to finish early so we can get to the real fun stuff."

"Take care of her, Dean," Sam warned, and then he turned to Jess carefully, softening his face and giving her his brightest smile. "I need you to text me if you can't find your way or if you need anything, or if you just miss me."

Dean made a gagging sound. "You two are so disturbing. Just go," Dean urged, grabbing Jess.

"Dean," Cas said, frowning. "You're not going to tell Sam to take care of me?"

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Why should I? You're a big boy. Besides, I'm sure you love the company."

Cas narrowed his eyes. "You are so cold."

Dean shrugged, smirking. "Sucks for you, darlin'."

(2:24pm)

"Why don't we make a pros and cons list, Sam?" Cas suggested, staring at the colorful pastries laid out in front of him.

Sam snorted. "Do you really think that would help? I mean, what would you even write for vanilla? Pros: Tastes good, is smooth. Cons: Sam doesn't think it tastes good."

"You're right. I didn't know we would disagree on everything. What about the red velvet? You sort of second-guessed your disgust."

"Look, man, this is your wedding. Get the cake you want."

Cas grimaced. "No, Sam. I want to make sure you like it, too. I'd like to please at least one Winchester." He made a mental note on other ways he could please Dean without forcing cake down his throat.

"Well, maybe the almond one? I mean, it's no chocolate, but it's something."

Cas glanced at the almond cake and took another bite. Nope. It didn't taste any better the second time. "That flavor should not exist."

Sam looked over at the one cake they both had enjoyed, but neither had made an attempt to suggest it. "That Italian rum cake was amazing. Mind if I finish it, Cas?"

Castiel pushed the plate towards Sam. "It's not the same in cake form, you know. Maybe it wouldn't have any effect on him."

"I don't know, Cas. I feel like I shouldn't even be eating this. It's pretty heavy."

Cas could sit here and debate the flavor of his wedding cake with Sam for the entire day, or he could say "screw it!" and do whatever the fuck he wanted. And so he did. "Sam," he said suddenly. "Let's go. We're getting some pie."

Sam picked up his plate and continued eating from it as he was being dragged away.

(4:08pm)

Cas and Sam stood outside of the small bakery with a big purple sign that read "Dick's Cakes and Pies" which Cas considered would be appropriate for the occasion. After ordering fourteen pies in assorted flavors—which Sam seemed a bit hesitant about, but Cas knew Dean would not allow for leftovers—they shared a long glance at each other, and Cas checked his watch.

"Sam, I know this isn't how you wished to spend your first day in Canada, but I would really appreciate it if you accompanied me into this restaurant, which I'm hoping will agree to cater for my wedding."

Sam grinned, sincerely. "You know I don't mind helping out. That's what I'm here for. It's just my job as the young brother to annoy the crap out of Dean." Sam chuckled to himself, but then froze and quickly added, "Don't tell him I said that, though."

Castiel regarded him for a second with a smile. "You have nothing to worry about. Your secret's safe with me."

"Alright, so what's the place? Something big and fancy, I suppose."

"Lupo Restaurant & Vinoteca," Cas said. "It's an Italian place." Cas looked away, blushing at the sudden memories reemerging. "Dean really enjoys Italian food."

Sam gave him a wary look, and then sighed. "Let's get going then. We're going to have to do some sucking up to have anyone cater a wedding for this Saturday."

(4:30pm)

"You have got to work something out with me," Castiel begged the owner of Lupo.

The nearly bald-headed man, dressed in a suit and tie, smiled with the cheapest grin he could manage. "We don't cater for weddings with less than a six-month-in-advance notice. No exceptions."

Cas looked over at Sam, silently asking him to pitch in with one of his puppy-dog looks that could melt the president to his knees.

Sam sighed, reluctantly, understanding the unspoken message, and walked in front of Cas. "Look, man—"

"Uh, Zachariah," he corrected firmly.

Sam inhaled deeply, searching for his next words. "Zachariah, Cas and I are aware of your policies, but this is a particularly small wedding. We're not looking for a huge meal. Just a simple chicken or fish plate choice for fifty people. Money is not an issue, trust me."

Zachariah's false expression didn't change at that. He nodded once after Sam finished talking, and then turned to Cas to say a final "No" before walking away.

Castiel frowned, looking to Sam for some sort of comfort. "Dean would have really liked the food from this stupid place."

Sam smiled sadly at Cas, and then suddenly chuckled. "Well, with one tradition already broken, why don't you break another?"

"What do you mean?" Cas asked, confused.

"I saw this burger shop a few blocks from here. How about we give the wedding guests the option of beef or chicken on wheat or white buns?"

Cas shook his head, and sighed. "Why the hell not?"

(5:05pm)

"Sam, I'm nervous," Cas muttered from the booth where he sat next to Dean's ginormous little brother. His closeness was a comfort in this situation.

"Don't worry, man," Sam soothed. "We're not going to have such a hard time convincing the owner of this joint to serve at your wedding."

Cas nodded, staring firmly ahead at the empty booth in front of him. "If all else fails, just throw your puppy-dog eyes at whoever we're waiting for, alright?"

Sam snorted. "I'm going to have to start charging for those. I told you, I don't plan on my face looking adorable like that. It's nature!"

Cas turned to Sam, snickering. "Thanks."

"Glad I could help. C'mon, just be confident."

"I don't like rejection," Cas admitted. "Twice in a row."

"Cas—" Sam started, but the short man who popped in the booth in front of them shut him up.

He was much too small, Cas thought, and he looked nothing at all like a boss, or manager, or owner of anything other than maybe a thrift store. The man wore an overly big and bulky gray hooded jacket, and faded blue jeans. His face showed no sign of a morning shave and his hair looked tangled and recently slept on. But he did look harmless and rather friendly, especially with his bright smile.

"Welcome to Levi Burger House," he said. "My name's Andy Gallagher. I heard you wanted to speak to me. I'd lie and say I was in a meeting or some shit like that, but I was actually just napping in the back of my van. It's pretty cozy in there, if you guys ever need a place to nap in."

Cas widened his eyes in surprise, but found himself completely relaxed. "Are you the manager?"

Andy shook his head, still smiling. "I received this fine fast food restaurant after my grandpa passed away. It's all I have to my name, besides my van. I guess you could say I'm the owner."

"You guess?" Sam asked, incredulous. "Man, what are you doing still sleeping in a van? You must be making good money. This place is packed."

Andy shrugged. "Like I said, it's cozy in there. I just installed new speakers. And I bought a new bong. It's been a good month."

Cas cleared his throat, shifting in his seat. "Well, I will cut to the chase, Mr. Gallagher."

"Please," he interrupted. "Call me Andy."

"Andy, I'm getting married on Saturday. This Saturday, to be exact. You see, my fiancé and I barely flew into Vancouver late last night and I've got the rest of this week to finish planning my wedding. I've officially ran out of places to cater, and I know it's going to sound pretty strange of me to ask this of you, but would you cater for my wedding?"

Andy grimaced, narrowing his eyes. "Are you high, man?"

Cas looked over to Sam—nervous once again—who took the hint and spoke in his behalf.

"I know this is not a typical request," Sam said, running a hand through his lengthy locks of hair. "But we would be entirely grateful if you accepted."

Andy chuckled. "You actually want to serve my burgers at your wedding? That's awesome!"

"Really?" Cas asked.

"Dude, it's on," Andy said. "I'm going to get some of my employees to waiter, too. I'll even find some fine china for you, man. What else? Um, salads! Yeah, we can serve salads before the burgers. Do you want double or triple stackers? We also have the crispiest chicken sandwiches in the city. Sodas, we have RC, Sprite, Dr. Pepper, Root Beer, and Fanta. You gotta love Fanta. We'll make it so good, everyone's going to come rushing into my joint after your wedding."

Cas shared a look with Sam, and turned back to Andy. "Thank you. So much. Honestly, you've made me feel so much better about this."

"Speaking of joints," Andy mumbled, pulling out a small roll from his pants. "I'm going to take this outside. I'll be back in five so we can finish up, my friend."

(6:37pm)

"Did you get everything done?" Cas asked Dean first, but then turned to Jessica for the response he was interested in.

Jessica smiled and nodded. "You're all set in the flower arrangement department. You really don't have to stress out so much over this. It's a small wedding after all. You will be fine."

"Come on, guys," Dean said. "This isn't just Cas' wedding. It's mine, too. Doesn't anybody care if I'm stressed out over this?"

"Don't be such a baby, Dean," Sam mumbled, and as obvious as it was to anyone what was forthcoming, that punch in his arm from Dean really seemed to sting the younger brother.

Dean sighed, seeming more than satisfied. "Everyone ready to go? I'm starving!"

"When aren't you?" Cas wondered. Dean stared at him as Cas stared back defiantly. Cas blinked before Dean shoved him against the car and crushed their lips together, locking his hands against the tall windows and pressing his torso against his, hard enough to make him gasp. On top of that the deepness of the kiss left them both breathless once Dean pulled away. After Cas regained all his senses, he managed to spit out a question that sounded more like an accusation. "Were you trying to shut me up?"

Dean raised an eyebrow, cocky as usual. "If your legs are tingly, then my job here is done."

Cas tried to fix his composure, standing up firmer, taking in a rough breath. "Well, you might need to try harder next time. I feel just fine." Sam and Jessica were already inside their rental, and Cas was having a difficult time trying to remember their last names.

Dean chuckled, smugly. "Yeah, okay. Challenge accepted."

Cas nodded once, trying not to think of what Dean meant by that at the moment, and then he stumbled inside the car. He decided to sit next to Jessica in the backseat to discuss the remaining wedding preparations in need to be done. Meanwhile, Dean and Sam appeared to have made-up as they sang along to Ozzy Osbourne on the radio.

(9:47pm)

Cas got into bed in his pajamas, and picked up his worn copy of Where The Heart Is, which was his favorite book up to date. Dean was already in bed watching TV, in his skintight black boxers.

"Mind if I leave it on?" Dean asked, eyeing the book in Cas' hand.

Cas looked up at the flat screen hanging on their bedroom wall. Dean was watching reruns of The Office. Cas turned to Dean, smiling. "I don't mind it."

Dean smiled back, returning his attention to the screen.

Cas read quietly for a while, pausing only to look up every time Dean chuckled. After realizing his focus would continue being compromised, he put the book down and snuggled halfway under the covers, closer to Dean.

Dean leaned over Cas to turn off the lamp on his side and he scooted closer to Cas as well, leaving no empty space as they both lied on their backs, side by side. Cas draped an arm over Dean's bare stomach, and he shifted to his side, facing Dean's amused expression due to the show.

Cas watched Dean, and he could still see every freckle on his face lit only by the light from the TV. Dean looked so relaxed, so comfortable, so absolutely content at this moment, and Cas memorized his expression, knowing it wasn't a usual look on Dean. He only ever saw that expression on his fiancé whenever they were alone, in bed, together. "I love you," Cas whispered, suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling.

Dean smiled, finally turning to Cas. Dean was so used to Cas simply gazing at him, he didn't even question the intensity or length of Cas' eyes watching him. "I love you, Cas."

Cas kissed Dean's shoulder before resting his cheek there. Dean kissed his head, wrapping one of his arms around Cas, pulling him closer. Cas closed his eyes, feeling himself float away with tranquility and utter bliss. He breathed deeply, and it was so easy compared to the time he spent without Dean, thinking he was being smart about his decision-making. Cas hated himself for ever thinking he could live his life without this man next to him, without the person that taught him how to love so desperately and completely.

Dean ran his other hand through Cas' hair, kissing his head again, and Cas smiled when he felt Dean's body shake with laughter. Dean lowered his hand to cup Cas' cheek, running his thumb softly against it. Cas looked up at Dean, and Dean leaned down to kiss him. Cas breathed inside Dean's mouth, his fluttering close. Dean gave him a kiss after another, unhurriedly, holding Cas' face carefully, as if he were a delicate piece of art.

"Goodnight, Dean," Cas whispered against Dean's lips, setting his cheek back on his shoulder. It was better than a pillow.

Dean turned off the TV before he pulled the covers up to Cas' neck, squeezing him tighter against him and then loosening the grip. It was his usual routine before going to sleep. "Goodnight, Cas."