Ah, yeah, here! As a mentioned in the last one shot, I married Dean and Cas, even though that's not somehting I'm really all that into. HERE is the one shot that explains why I did something I don't even like, hahaha. That Johnny has a mind of his own! He just took over the chapter.
ASLO! Tharrrr be mentions of sexual stuff ahead. Ye been warrrrrrned (I'm a pirate!... my life is so sad)
"You should get married."
Dean spat his mouthful of coffee in Sam's face. His brother immediately started bitching, but Dean's full attention was set on his almost four-year-old son.
"What?" Dean asked stupidly, oblivious to his brother whipping a dish towel at him.
"You and mommy. You should get married. Most of the other kid's parents in preschool are married. You should marry mommy. And I wanna carry the rings on a pillow!" John added. Dean blinked at him several times stupidly. Sam had switched from bitching to laughing.
"Yeah, Dean. You should marry Cas. Can I be best man?" Sam teased. Dean shot him a dirty look.
"As soon as you propose to Sarah. I've seen that ring you carry around in your jacket 24/7." Dean mocked. Sam flushed, mumbling something about 'moments' and 'when the time feels right' or something equally chick-flicky and stupid.
"Daddy, don't pick on Uncle Sam about his ring! I know you have one for mommy." John challenged. Dean blanched. No one was supposed to know about that ring, especially not his chatter-box of a son. Sam eyed his brother speculatively.
"You bought Cas a ring? When?" he demanded. Dean flushed.
"About a week after I found out she was pregnant." He muttered shamefully. Sam's eyes almost popped out of his head.
"That's almost five years ago!" Sam exclaimed. Dean shrugged.
"I just… didn't feel like we needed it." He replied.
"Well, you need it now. Mommy needs to wear a real pretty dress, and you gotta wear a tie, no matter how much you hate them. I'll even wear one. Uncle Gabriel can come too! And Auntie Sarah has to come, cuz Uncle Sam'll be there…" John babbled, mostly to himself. Dean grimaced. He was never going to hear the end of this marriage business.
"You know," Sam said quietly, "I bet Cas wouldn't mind getting married. She's been obsessed with anything human since she swapped vessels, and really, that basic female instinct to be enamored with weddings has to be in there somewhere." He added. Dean snorted.
"She has bridal magazines hidden in her sock drawer where she thinks I won't find them." Dean admitted. Sam rolled his eyes at his brother.
"Dude. If she wants it, and you want it, and now your kid wants it, the hell aren't you doing it?" he demanded. Dean merely turned to gaze at his son, the perfect mixture of his angel and himself.
"Good question, Sammy. Good question."
"I think we should get married." Dean blurted later that evening. Cas paused mid-step, halfway to the bathroom.
"…Why?" she asked. Not demanding, but hopeful.
"Because I know about your wedding magazines, and I've had this ring, like, forever, and because John wants us to." Dean said all in a rush. Cas turned to face him fully, standing at the foot of their bed.
"You have a ring?" she asked quietly. Dean nodded mutely, producing the massive diamond ring from his pajama pocket, where he'd stashed it earlier this evening.
"I got it for you after I found out you were pregnant with John. I just… never thought I'd ever give it to you." He admitted quietly. Cas stared at him from the end of the bed for one moment, and in the next, was sitting astride his lap, kissing the living daylights out of him.
"Why ever would you think you wouldn't give it to me?" she breathed against his lips. Dean shrugged weakly.
"I didn't think angels, friggen Archangels of Heaven, did the whole human wedding thing." He mumbled. Cas laughed softly.
"Oh, Dean. By now, I'd have hoped you'd have noticed, I'm nothing like any of the other angels. Most angels don't settle down in a in a little house on earth, in South Dakota, with three humans, and then go and have a child with one of them. I'm a little unorthodox." She replied, kissing him soundly again. Dean kissed her back enthusiastically.
"So, does that mean you'll do it?" he asked. Cas gave him a sneaky grin.
"Do what, Dean? I'm not sure what you're asking…" she teased. The hunter sighed.
"Castiel, Archangel of the Lord, Servant of Heaven, will you do me the very human kindness, of agreeing to be my wife?" Dean asked clearly, holding the ring up in front of Cas's face.
"Why yes, Dean. I'd love to. Yes, yes, yes." Cas replied, grinning hugely as Dean slid the ring onto the fourth finger of her left hand. He kissed her enthusiastically again, and decided that a good orgasm or two would be an excellent way of celebrating their engagement.
"There, see? We're getting married." Dean announced the next morning at breakfast. Cas brandished her ring finger as proof. Sarah squealed and laughed, leaping up from the table to hug the angel. Sam shook his head at his brother, but smiled and congratulated him not the less. John was literally vibrating with excitement.
"I get to carry the ring pillow, right? And we'll have it in a really nice church, with mommy's favorite flowers and…" he went off, talking a mile a minute. Dean looked fondly at him, seeing his son's expression mirrored on his angel's face. He decided he liked this wedding plan. He liked it a lot.
