Dean had been nervous all day, but he didn't want to drink away his nerves. He didn't want to be intoxicated in any way when asking this question. Castiel, he assumed, was leagues away or in Heaven and suspected nothing, but Sam had watched him walk around the motel room all day long, dancing nervously.

"What has gotten into you today?" He asked, slightly annoyed when Dean tipped over the third glass that day.

Dean sighed and decided to confess it to Sam. He showed him the ring he bought, a simple, golden band that looked like his mothers wedding ring. Sam chuckled at first, but when Dean didn't join him, he frowned.

"You're serious." He said puzzled.

Dean nodded: "Deadly."

"But why today?" Sam asked

Dean shrugged: "We're Hunters Sammy, for all we know, we could both be death tomorrow. I want to ask him today."

Sam nodded: "I'll leave you to it then."

He left the room.

Dean walked around for a couple of minutes, trying to get his nerves under control before he prayed.

Castiel appeared in the room, accompanied by the sound if flapping wings. "Dean," he said, panting. "Are you okay?"

Dean didn't reply, he grabbed the box out of his pocket, sank down on one knee and asked the Angel, asked his Angel the question that had been burning on his tongue for ages.

"Will you marry me, Cas?"

Castiel's smile got too big for his face: "I thought you'd never ask."