Typical, Dean thought. Sammy Winchester: level infinity cockblocker. True, it was his wedding, but it was almost like Sam's purpose on earth was now to keep him from dancing with his boyfriend. He loved the chance to feel how he and Castiel fit together, and the dancing was also keeping his mind off his sore wrists.
Woah woah woah, Dean mentally corrected himself, Not your boyfriend. He is your fake date to this wedding.
As the song faded out, Dean released his dance partner to turn and face his happy brother who looked like he was ready to jump out of his own skin.
Sam's face was stuck in a smile from the beginning of the day, no matter what could have happened. As per usual, his messy long brown hair was now matted on his head in a combination of sweat and hair gel. Sam had rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt up when he insisted on swinging Jess around the ballroom. Sam had demanded on dance lessons to impress her on their wedding day, and they definitely paid off.
Though Sammy was interrupting him, Dean couldn't help but smile. Today was the day that Sam was looking forward to since he decided Jessica was "the one," which was pretty much the day he met her.
On the bright side, cake! As best man, he got to go with Sam, Jess and her maid of honor to the cake tasting. They had settled on a decadent triple-chocolate cake with a whipped chocolate mousse filling, all covered in white fondant. It had black ribbons at the base of each of three tiers and what looked like black wallpaper to Dean stenciled above the ribbons. Of course, there was miniature Sam and Jess on top of the cake. Sam decided the mini pair of them was the best part, but Dean knew it was going to be eating that chocolate monstrosity.
Sam's smile plastered face looked at Dean and flashed his eyes over to an oblivious Cas. Well? Introduce me, Sam's expression seemed to say.
Dean rolled his eyes and gently grabbed Cas by the arm to get his attention towards his little brother. He had a pang of guilt for introducing Cas to almost his entire family, but he was such a great sport about it.
"Castiel Novak, this is my pain-in-the-ass younger brother slash groom, Sam Winchester. Sammy, this is Cas."
They shake hands and Cas offers Sam a shy smile.
"It's so nice to finally meet you, Cas. Dean hid you away from us for months, so we almost thought you weren't real or were part of a rival family or not cute enough or something."
Both Castiel and Sam turned to face Dean. "Dean, do you believe I am 'cute enough' to be in a relationship with you?"
Though Dean had a moment of panic, he still couldn't help smirk at Cas' serious use of air quotes. Castiel and Sam were still staring Dean, waiting for a response. Sam looked like he was enjoying this, and he raised his eyebrows at Dean's panic-stricken face.
Dean rolled his eyes and hesitated, "Yeah, Cas. I think you're pretty damn cute."
"That is comforting."
Sam stifled a laugh.
"Hey, maybe the reason I didn't bring him around was that I didn't want him to get freaked out by you, Sasquatch."
"Shut up, jerk!"
"I'd call you a bitch, but it is your wedding day, so I'll let this one slide."
Sam shoved his hands in his pockets and smiled, but flipped his switch back to business mode. "Dean, let's be serious. I know you want to slow dance with your dreamy date but I have to cut the cake with Jess. And you need to get ready." He punched Dean's shoulder and skipped off to join his new bride behind the cake.
Castiel tilted his head, "What are you getting ready for?"
They watched as people gathered around for Sam and Jess to carve into the cake. People snapped photos of the scene, and flashes of light filled the room. Dean saw a flash of blue in his peripheral vision. He rubbed his eyes.
"My speech as the best man is coming up, after everyone sits for dessert."
"Is that why you were perspiring earlier?"
"Sure, Cas. It's a big deal, you know? I don't want to fuck it up." Dean scratched the back of his neck.
"I don't think you are capable of fucking it up." Cas made a face as he was trying the obscenity on for size, and Dean chuckled. "What is it, Dean," He said in his husky voice, "Did I use that word incorrectly?"
"No, Cas. You're just so goddamn dorky." Dean squeezed Cas' shoulder with affection. "Come on, let's get some cake."
Everyone clapped and whistled as Sam and Jess kissed cake frosting off of each other. An attendant cut the massive cake and passed plates to waiters standing by.
Cas whispered, "Is smothering someone with dessert customary at weddings?"
Dean looked at Cas' concerned expression and responded, "Yeah, haven't you been to a wedding before?"
"I have not."
"Well, okay then. Usually the happy couple cuts the first piece and feeds it to each other. It's supposed to be romantic, I guess."
Excited to finally get some dessert, Dean grabbed two pieces for him and Castiel off of a waiter's passing tray.
He offered a slice to his date, "I hope you like chocolate. I'm more of a pie fan myself but this ain't bad."
Cas stared down at his slice of cake and stuck his finger in it.
Dean chewed his cake and watched Cas, "What are you doing?"
Cas touched his frosting covered finger to Dean's confused lips.
"Romance," Cas proudly declared.
Dean laughed from deep in his belly and moved his hand to his face to wipe it off the white frosting, but Cas grabbed his hand before he could.
Cas' glowing blue eyes were fixed on Dean's now pursed lips.
Shit, Dean thought. He froze.
Cas looked like he had never made a move on a person in his life.
Time slowed, Dean felt like Cas was moving in slow motion.
Cas leaned in, eyes still focused on Dean's almost expecting a word of protest. But he didn't get one, and he closed his eyes. Cas swayed into a kiss, pressing his lips against Dean's mouth.
Dean carefully reached his hand around Castiel's lower back like they were dancing again. He savored how Castiel melted into him. As they kissed, Dean became hyper-aware of the nerves on his lips and how his heartbeat pounded through his lips.
Cas opened his mouth slightly, accounting for every last bit of frosting. The kiss tasted like Dean's chocolate-covered tongue and sugar from his lips. They pulled their lips apart. Cas, still touching his forehead to Dean's, licked his lips.
Dean's eyes fluttered back open and his heart hammered away in his chest. He smiled shyly. "Um, right."
Cas' eyes were again studying Dean's shoes, "I hope that wasn't a violation of your personal space."
"Not at all, Cas. You're my boyfriend, after all."
Cas raised his gaze and crinkled his nose.
"That's not, uh, what I mean. I don't know what I mean. D-don't worry about it." He wiped sweat from the back of his neck.
"As you wish, Dean."
Remembering where they were, Dean checked around the ballroom for onlookers. He caught Sam's eye, who simply winked at him and raised his glass. Dean rolled his eyes.
Ash came out from behind the DJ's table and said into a microphone, "Okay everyone, now that everyone has their dessert, the bride and groom want their family to say some cool stuff about them." Ash flipped the ends of his mullet of his shoulder and pointed at Dean. "Winchester, that means you, buddy."
Ash started clapping as Dean grabbed a half-full flute of champagne on his table.
Cas rubbed Dean's back and joined the applause.
Dean huffed a breath of air and walked over to take the microphone from Ash. He saluted the tuxedo wearing Lynrd Skynrd roadie.
Dean collected himself and watched Bobby and Ellen approach a Cas sitting at their table.
"Okay, uh. Thanks everyone."
The applause died down and Dean nervously smiled at the small crowd that was gathered.
"So I'm Dean Winchester, Sammy's best man and older brother. Yeah, older, my little brother is tying the knot before me and if I hear another joke about that I swear to God…"
Wrong direction, Dean. He thought to himself after a few chuckles from his audience.
"Um, we could tell Sammy and Jess were going to stay together from the beginning. When we talked on the phone he would tell me about this pretty blonde who he kept seeing in the library. Um…when they started dating Sam wouldn't stop talking about Jess this, and Jess that. How perfect she was, how funny, how smart…"
Noticing a newfound pang of pain in his arms, Dean looked down at his hand holding the mic, and he thought he saw blood pouring from his wrists.
"Oh no," he murmured.
He looked back up to his audience, who were waiting for him to continue. Cas was attuned to his expression of panic and perked up at Dean's glance.
Dean checked his wrists again and they were fine. Still throbbing but no blood. What the fuck is happening with me? The room spun.
He cleared his throat, "Sorry, anyway…I'm gonna get real sappy and say that I love Sam and I've always wanted the best for him. Jess, you're the best for Sam. Hands down. I only hope that someday I find someone that I love as much as Sam and Jess love each other."
Dean was sweating profusely. Something was wrong. His knees wobbled and he leaned on the DJ table where Ash was sitting behind. Cas stood up from across the room.
"Now, let's all raise a glass to the happy couple," Dean lifted his glass, out of breath. He was met with a chatting crowd who, unsure, lifted their glasses as well. "Sam…and Jessica"
Dean collapsed onto the floor. Cas and Sam jumped out of their seats and ran over to where Dean fell.
Sam shouted, "DEAN!"
But Castiel got to Dean first, lifted Dean's head and murmured, "no no no no Dean"
Sam shouted at an attendant, "Call 911! Get me some water, now!"
Dean saw two of each of them. His vision was blurring.
"Dean, no. Stay with me. Stay here with me, please," Castiel begged him. "You don't ever have to leave. Please."
They went out of focus, and Dean saw a dirtier pair of Castiel and Sam shaking him, but they blurred and tuxedoed Cas was still holding him.
Dean reached up to touch his date's face. "Cas, Cas, Cas…"
His ears rang with Cas' voice commanding him to stay.
His vision went black.