The Betrothal
Cas tries to propose to Dean. Read on and find out how wrong YOU were.
Chapter 1
How It Started
It started when they were in your usual rundown weird smelling motel room. Sam was out to get their dinner, Dean was propped up against the bed flipping channels, with Cas beside him. They flipped past the kind of channels Dean didn't approve of. The ones with the chick-flicks that played all day.
In the fast buzz of channels, Cas noticed that in one of them, a man was down on one knee and a woman stood in front of him, looking elated but crying at the same time.
"Dean, that woman. Why was she smiling and crying at the same time?" Cas asked.
"She was probably happy, Cas." Dean said dismissively, NOT wanting to go there.
"Yes, but why was she crying?" Cas persisted.
Dean sighed and said, "She was so happy, she couldn't hold it in."
"And the man kneeling made her happy?" Cas asked, still befuddled.
"Yeah."
Cas brushed off the pie crumbs, smoothed out his trenchcoat, which he insisted on wearing all the time, and elaborately knelt down before Dean, looking up at him expectantly.
Green eyes met blue, but it was in no way romantic, because Dean said gruffly, "Cas. What're you doing?"
"You're supposed to cry and laugh now, Dean." Cas said, tilting his head towards Dean, in a voice that couldn't possibly get lower, as if confiding in Dean.
Between bursts of laughter, Dean managed to choke out something incoherent but as soon as he was done, he explained to now beaming Cas (who felt like he'd just accomplished something), "Cas, she was happy 'cos they just got engaged. The dude proposed." Dean said, refraining from making a joke about how the guy's life was ruined, 'cos he'd have to explain THAT.
"But you don't have to, Cas. You make me happy anyway." he continued, swooping down for a kiss to show Cas just how much.
When they were done, and Dean (finally) settled on an action channel, Cas piped up.
"Dean? I knelt, you laughed and we kissed? Are we betrothed now? Like that couple on TV?"
And then Dean laughed some more.