"Dean Winchester, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"No." He whispered, it was silent, deadly silent."
"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch what you said?"
"No. I don't"

~ 2 WEEKS BEFORE ~

"All I want you to do is meet the Priest okay Dean? I have to go to work and Ben is at school so you'll have to go on your own." Lisa tightened the tie around Dean's neck and pushed on her feet to place a soft kiss on Dean's lips before grabbing her jacket and heading out to work. Dean dropped the force smile as soon as he heard the door click shut and pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a dull ache make itself prominent in his head. He hated suits or anything of posh attire, casual clothing of jeans and shirt was his best friend.

It had been 3 months since he proposed to Lisa, only because after they had been together for nearly 2 years Lisa constantly hinted about her friends getting married and how time was flying by so quickly so he gave in and got down on one knee. Honestly? He didn't want to get married, ever. It just wasn't his scene, he was happy with Lisa and Ben, being a normal family but no matter how much love radiated or how many smiles and laughs he forced he still felt empty. Something inside him felt constantly hollow and he prayed that maybe the wedding would alter that.

"Ah, shit." Quietly cursed Dean, he glanced at the clock and saw that he had to be meeting the Priest of their wedding in 10 minutes or so, Father Novak, is he remembered what Lisa told him correctly. He snatched up his blazer and threw it on as he stumbled out of the house and climbed into his precious 1967 Chevy Impala, his baby on four wheels. Dean rumbled up the engine and backed out of his drive and headed off to the church nearby.

When he pulled up outside, the space outside of the church was empty, no car and no open doors. Dean cut the engine and headed inside, the church was large and beautiful, colourful stain-glassed windows and elegant decorations lay around. Dean wasn't much of a church goer himself but never denied the structural beauty of the places. He eventually pulled his eyes away from the distractions and headed to the back of the church where he saw an office door near.

He knocked on it lightly and heard a voice quietly reply in return for him to enter, Dean walked in with his posture straight and wearing a fake smile plastered to his face. The Priest sat at a small mahogany desk, sorting through some papers, he didn't really look like a Priest, his hair was strewn all over the place and his chin covered in stubble, Dean scanned him before the other man looked up, Dean felt his heart jump suddenly as the Priests' sky blue and wide eyes met with his one jade green ones.

"You must be Dean Winchester, I'm Father Novak, please to meet you at last." Father Novak stood up and placed his hand out in front of him which snapped Dean back into the reality that weren't the Fathers eyes. Dean placed his hand in the Fathers and felt his whole body tingle with his touch but still managed to shake his hand like a normal person.

"Uhm, yes, nice to meet you too Father." The Priest smiled at his response and retracted his hand and sat back down at his desk, Dean's hand suddenly felt cold and empty again.

"Please, sit." The Father offered as he gestured towards the seat opposite him. Dean nodded quickly and sat himself down. His eyes drifted over to the Priest who was stuck back into his papers again, looking for something, beautiful, thought Dean. "So, what brings you here?" He asked, his eyes still ruffling the papers like he really wanted to get these done. Dean's eyes watched the Fathers lips move softly as he spoke, beautiful, he thought again before he realized he was meant to respond.

"O-Oh, well Father… Lisa wanted me to meet you before the wedding," annoyingly enough, "so here I am!" Father Novak let out a small chuckle and tore his eyes away from the papers to finally talk to Dean eye-to-eye. The other man felt as if those eyes could peer directly into his soul, as if they could read his mind.

"Please, call my Castiel. Hearing 'Father Novak' after so many times makes me forget my own name sometimes." Joked Castiel as he let out a warm smile drift over to the groom-to-be across from him.

That smile. Though Dean, he felt the emptiness in him suddenly disappear and fill which made him feel whole for the first time since his little brother Sam was alive, which was too long ago, he didn't know how he could cope feeling like this for nearly 12 years. But it was wrong, a man, a Priest at that, but he felt… human again. A soft shake on his shoulder made him realize he was zoning out again and that the Priest looked a little worried.

"Dean?" Castiel moved his face close to Deans to see if he could get in to respond but he jumped, violently and head butted Castiel. Both of them recoiled from the pain and held their foreheads their heads ringing from the sudden pain. "I see you're back with us!" Castiel joked again but Dean's eyes were wide like a deer caught in the headlights.

"I-I'm sorry!" Dean cried out as he leapt from his seat and sprinted for the door, his cheeks flushed and his eyes were still wide. "I have to go…!"

"Wait De-" But he was already gone before Castiel could get anything out, "it was… nice meeting you…"

Dean fled back to his car and settled himself once he regained his breath from sprinting through the church and to his car. His head still had an after burn of pain from the collision but he ignored it and focused on the rapid beating of his heart and it wasn't from the running.

"No!" Dean yelled to himself, he started up the car and sped back home, his head flooded with him. He had only met with the man once and yet that's all that occupied his mind, he barely knew him, it was wrong! …Wrong… Wrong? "Pull yourself together Dean, you're getting married in 2 weeks, just…" He stopped and sighed to himself as he parked in the driveway and headed back inside his home. Dean threw his jacket off and probably landed on the floor but he didn't really care about it, he gazed at the clock, 11:35am, drink time. He cracked open a bottle of beer from the fridge and placed himself in front of the TV and lazily flicked through channels whilst gulping his beer, neither of them catching his interest, only that damn bastard Priests beautiful, but annoying reoccurring face keeping him distracted.

"Fuck." Hissed Dean as he placed his mostly empty beer bottle down and headed upstairs towards the bathroom, a shower to wash his thoughts away and hopefully relax him a little. He slipped out of his clothing and stepped into the shower, letting the water drown his body in warmth. Fingers nestled through his short hair and the steam from the water fogged the glass up around him but the warmth of the water was nothing like that heat though.

"Please, call me Castiel." The Priests voice echoed through his head but all he could picture was that man souls piercing blue eyes and soft pink lips repeating his name over and over. "Dean…? Dean…?" His voice sent uncomfortable warmth through his body; just his voice and lips were enough to drive Dean mad.

He couldn't explain it at all. He met the man barely an hour ago and it was all he had in his head.

'Release it' Deans mind cried out, he nodded to his own thought, if he just got it out of his system it would go away. The thought of Castiel had already hardened him, probably the quickest he had become this way, even with Lisa. Dean slid his hand down to his erection and ran his fingers up the length of himself before sliding a thumb over the head of his cock, the feeling of pre-cum emerging under his thumb.

'Dean…?' His voice

'Dean…?' His eyes
'Dean…?' His lips, Dean groaned loudly under his own touch, the image of Castiel's face so close to his, his breath warm against his face. He pumped his hand faster over his straining erection, his legs felt weak, forcing him to lean against the shower wall to support himself, the hot water still running over him.

'Dean…' Castiel's voice changed, instead of his name being filled with question it was a moan, Castiel was moaning his name. That made him reach his limit instantly, Dean's hips bucked under one last strenuous thrust into his hand before releasing his come down the shower panel just to be washed away quickly with the shower water. He calmed his panting down as much as he could before he turned off the shower, the sudden silence letting his thoughts and guilt catch up with him. Dean leaned his head on the shower wall and shook it slowly.

"What the fuck am I doing?"