DISCLAIMER: So I don't earn Supernatural. I am a mature person, I can come to terms with that. More importantly, this is the last chapter.
A/N: So it's time for acknowledgements. Thanks to my friends who shall be called R and S. Me and S came up with the idea for this story. I know the grammar in that sentence is wrong, but you wouldn't understand 'S and I'. Also, my accounts ma'am for not realising that my two hundred paged notebook has become a hundred pages one by the time this fic was done being written. And my mom for offering to dictate. I didn't let her, of course. And you guys. Everyone of you who's reading these words, having fun reading the story, any of you who've frowned or laughed or just generally fangirled, it was my honour and privilege. Thank you.
Chapter 10: An Eternal Vow
Dean Winchester was having a headache. Cas would have said it was because of drinking too much, and Dean would have to agree, but Cas didn't need to know that. As he brought his hand up to pinch his nose, trying to numb the dull throb, the lamplight bounced off the ring and Dean still smiled like an idiot when he saw it. It was a simple band of silver, with Enochian symbols of protection and the engraved lettering: Eternally Yours, Dean. But to him, it was much more. It was forgiveness and a promise. He asked Cas where he got it, when Cas enigmatically replied, "Over the hills and far away, Dean."
Dean decided that that was enough Zeppelin for Cas now. Cas liked Journey and Foreigner better now, anyway. But hey, as long as it wasn't Bieber or Rihanna. Dean still hadn't gotten over the Beyonce reference. Cas liked all kinds of music now. Mumford and Sons, The Beatles, Cyndi Lauper, and something called Hoobastank. Dean blamed Sam for that. Of course, Dean drew a line at rap.
This was rare. Sitting in a motel room in Chicago, just thinking about music and Cas. Mostly Cas. He smiled for no reason, and boy, it felt good.
He felt Cas walk up behind him and sighed in contentment as he began to massage Dean's temples. He threw his head back to see Cas smile, all wide and toothy, saying, "I can't let you fall sick, Dean. We're getting married in a week."
"It's a headache, Cas. Besides, I'd make it to that alter even if both my legs were cut off." Dean joked.
Sam walked in, looked at the and snorted, "Huh. Look at you guys sharing PG-rated love. I thought I might have to find a new motel for myself. That or all the brain bleach in the world."
That morning, the morning that they got engaged, Cas and Dean woke Sam up to tell him, knowing he'd want to know immediately. If Sam wasn't sitting so straight to keep from falling asleep, he wouldn't have banged his head on the roof of the Impala when he gave a loud hoot.
"Aw Cas, you could have done so much better!" Sam joked, all dimples and teeth, thrilled to bits that these to jerks got their act together, finally.
"I wouldn't have married you, Sam." Cas said, only half getting the joke.
"Hey! Hey! Hands off, Sasquatch! Get your own super hot nerdy angel boyfriend!" Dean said in faux-anger and a bouncy feeling of excitement, like he'd just swallowed gallons of Dr. Pepper.
"Maybe later, jerk. Right now, I'll be busy teasing the life out of you." Sam said, looking at them both happily, like a match making grandmother, which Dean believed he secretly was.
"Bitch." Dean retorted, feeling awesome.
"I still don't understand why you insist on flinging derogatory terms at each other."
"What? Like when you called your brother assbutt?" Dean said, howling in laughter.
Today, like every other day, they got teased mercilessly by Sam. Hell, Sam and Cas sat down to watch a gazillion wedding movies in one night, 'in preparation', as Sam called it. Although Dean had to admit, 'Bride Wars' was fun. And Cas learned the right way to propose. But Dean wouldn't want it any other way, he reflected. It was eleven in the night, he observed, as he felt some of the throbbing ebb away. Cas' fingers were magic. They systematically, rhythmically chased all the sharp pain away. As if he wasn't content enough, he caught a glimpse of Cas' ring in the dim light. It was also a simple band of silver, with three tiny sapphires set in, just big enough to wink at him in the dim light. Conventionally, Dean knew it was supposed to be a diamond, but he could only do so much with the money that came out of hustling pool and running credit card scams. Dean had always thought diamonds were kinda cold and colourless. So he looked for a sapphire closest to the colour of Cas' eyes. Of course, he had to compromise.
But when Dean told Cas that, about the whole diamond versus sapphire thing, Cas just gave Dean a look and said, "Nothing about this betrothal was conventional, Dean."
"Yeah, but Cas, you won't have anything to say you're taken, if a girl ever hits on you or something." Dean said then.
"Well, you'll just have to come up with something else to show them that I'm spoken for." Cas said mischievously, kissing Dean.
Dean smiled further, thinking of the words he got engraved inside Cas' ring.
Always yours, angel
He felt silly about that but the look on Cas' face was worth it. The kiss that followed wiped away any other doubt. He knew that marriage was big. Like, epic big. He'd have to start hunting with a brother and a husband. Other hunters had hear vague tales about the angel who rescued Dean from Hell. Dean could already see their eyebrows shoot up as he'd introduce the awkward trenchcoated guy beside him as his husband. But between them, him and Cas that is, nothing would change. They'd still fight like an old married couple, except now, they'd be married. Grinning, he realised that he couldn't wait.
Movies being movies never told the right stories, no matter how many you watch. Your wedding day didn't have to be sunny. It could be chilly and snowy like Dean and Cas' was.
Dean woke up to a frigid wind blowing through the window, frowning as he remembered how Sam insisted the previous morning that he and Cas stay separately until the wedding day. So, the afternoon before, Charlie came down from where ever her last convention was, and being the maid of honour, she whisked Cas away. Of course, Sam didn't dare venture a guess at who the bride was. But he kinda thought it was Cas, because he had a maid of honour and Dean had a best man. Him. Sam wasn't surprised at all, because they didn't actually know that many (alive) people. Garth was presiding over the ceremony, so Sam kinda expected it to go slightly wonky. Apparently, Garth had gotten himself ordained over the internet for a case in New Jersey. Sam didn't even want to know.
So the only guests they had were Kevin Tran, Mrs. Tran, Garth's wife, Sheriff Mills and Missouri, who were shocked to say the least when they were filled in. Shocked and thrilled. When Dean asked Missouri if she'd come, she whacked him on the upside of his head and told him that no matter how big he got, his brain would always stay the size of a pea, that of course she'd come. She then proceeded to drill Cas with questions about angels, God and all things religious, which he answered to the best of his ability. She decided that she liked him enough, and was a lot nicer to him than she was with Dean. Cas of course, thought it was odd when she ruffled his hair.
Neither Dean or Cas wanted it to be big. Dean didn't even need to do it in a chapel. But Cas being an angel, they decided that if there was someone up there watching over them, whoever it was, they'd get married in their presence.
Called back to earth by another chilly gust of wind, Dean jumped, well, more like leaped out of bed to shut the window when he heard a knock on the door. Sam's voice, carefully level, called out, "Hey Dean, you awake? Open up, jerk!"
Still smiling, Dean walked to the door.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm coming. But your ugly face is not something I want to see right now. Where's Cas?" Dean asked as he let Sam in, noticing that Sam came with gifts. He could smell breakfast. Was that maple syrup?
"With Charlie, Dean, like I explained to you a few thousand times last night."
"Don't mean I like it." Dean shrugged as he watched Sam make his way towards the tiny closet that rooms in Sunshine motel were equipped with. He yanked the closet door open, and made a brief search.
"Dean. Where is it?"
"Where's what?" Dean sighed, wondering how Sam managed to reproach him so early in the morning. The day hadn't even started yet.
"The jacket. The brown one."
Garth, his wife, Charlie, Mrs. Tran, Sheriff Mills and Missouri had met a grand total of once, to pitch in and buy blazers for Dean and Cas. At best, it was an awkward get together, but Mrs Tran, Jody and Missouri maintained that Dean and Cas were not to have a wedding dressed in the same old stuff they wore every day, which was either stained, torn or plaid. Charlie seconded that, and Garth and Bess realised how useless conventional wedding gifts would be to a hunter and his angel, so a blazer it was. Their wedding gift, they called it.
"Oh! It's here." he said, carefully sliding it off the chair it was clinging to.
"All pressed and clean." he said beaming like a five year old, but his face went back to normal when Sam gave him a highly amused look.
"Alright then. Have a shower, get dressed!" Sam screeched, shoving Dean towards the washroom.
"Jeez. Okay, mom!" Dean said, grabbing the razor, towel and clothes from Sam's gigantic hands, being careful with the blazer.
He made a quick job of cleaning himself up, wanting to get to the church and marry Cas already. Wondering if Cas was getting the same treatment from Charlie, he headed out of the bathroom.
Sam was eating a bagel, when Dean grouched, "Hey, where's my breakfast?"
"Get it yourself, jerk!"
"I'm getting married, Sam. Be nice."
"I am nice, which is why it's in the bag or it'd still be waiting to be ordered at the diner five blocks away. I got you some pancakes."
"Oh, ha ha, Sam." Dean responded flatly, kinda glad that he didn't have to get his own breakfast.
Precisely two minutes later, a stack of six pancakes disappeared and Dean obsessively brushed the front of his blazer, waiting for Sam to finish his breakfast.
Sam was only halfway done, and he was going slow. Dean was convinced he was doing it on purpose.
"Sam, come on!" Dean almost whined, wanting to get to the chapel already. The priest owed Garth a favour for taking care of some demons in the vicinity, so eureka, they got a small chapel, nowhere important. Just a small old chapel in a quieter part of town.
While they were planning out the details of the wedding, Dean wondered what they'd do about the legal records. He was a deceased fugitive, and Cas didn't even exist. Cas told him offhandedly, "Oh, Dean. I took care of that. I wiped your's and Sam's records from any state you had trouble with the law in. You and Sam are no longer criminals, nor are you dead. And I added my own last name as Adams."
"And you were going to mention this to me when? Isn't that against any angel rules? Thou shalt not meddle with the law or something?" Dean asked, shocked that it was that simple, so shocked that he didn't even comment on 'Castiel Adams'.
"I was going to mention it to you yesterday, but we got distracted. Your fault. I don't believe such a rule exists, and if it does, it's time I broke that too." Cas said, smiling.
Right now, Dean couldn't drive himself to the chapel because Charlie and Sam refused to tell them where it was.
"I'm coming!" Sam growled, in reply to Dean's question, as he put on a tan coloured suit he already had over a white shirt.
They made their way to the car, where Sam got onto the driver's side for a change, seeing as how only he knew where the chapel was.
"Dean! You didn't even comb your hair!" Sam said in mild shock as they got in.
"I never do. I'm not a girl, Sam!"
Sam huffed out in annoyance, getting ready for a long fifteen minute drive from the motel to the chapel.
As he started to drive, Dean asked silently, "You ever wish they were here, Sam? Ever wonder what they'd think?"
"Who?" Sam asked, surprised by the softness in Dean's voice.
"Mom, Dad, Bobby. Everyone we loved. You ever wish they could be here, watch me get hitched? To a dude?"
"Of course I do, Dean. Mom would be thrilled. She'd spoil Cas rotten. Dad, I guess he'd be okay with it. He'd just want you to be happy, and continue hunting, of course. I'm pretty sure Bobby knew this was coming. If they were here Dean, they'd be happy. Trust me. Happy and proud. It's kind of a good thing, I guess. They're probably up there, and everyone we've loved, who's still alive, is at the wedding. So everyone you love is going to watch you get married, Dean."
"Oh come on! You're saying they're watching me from Heaven? That's just weird." Dean retorted, eager to end the emotional moment, but he found slight comfort in the idea.
"Dean. We've seen weird. And we believe all of that crap. So when you're getting married, just believe in the good kind of weird." Sam said with an air of finality, and for once Dean agreed with Sam.
Angels are watching over you. It played in his head over and over, and he felt that somehow, Mom knew. She knew, and that made him happy. Their guest list was complete and everyone was in attendance. There was a comfortable silence in the car as Sam drove, and Dean thought about stuff.
"Hey, you okay?" Sam asked, when Dean got too quiet.
"No, Sam. We're not doing this. Here on out, all of my chick-flick moments are reserved for Cas, okay?" Dean said, half-joking.
"But yeah, I'm cool."
"What? No...cold feet?" Sam asked apprehensively.
"No, actually. I'm excited as hell, but no cold feet. I dunno, man. I wouldn't get cold feet because of Cas."
"What, you trust him with all you heart?" Sam smirked, back in annoy-Dean mode.
"I'll break your nose with all my fist, Sam, if you don't shut your pie hole and drive faster." Dean said, refraining from sticking his tongue out.
"Whatever, but I'm happy for you, man. This is amazing. You, Cas, marriage. It's just something you need. Cas is good for you. Perfect, even."
"I know, Sammy." Dean said quietly, as they pulled into the chapel's driveway.
Cas was in a room, a motel room beside Charlie's. He knew the age old custom of the soon-to-be wedded couple not seeing each other the day before the wedding, that it'd bring bad luck.
Bad luck? Really? Dean went through Hell and back. Their lives were defined by bad luck, followed by worse luck. So how on earth could one night of seeing Dean make their luck worse? That ship already sailed, as Dean would put it.
Cas was lost in thought when Charlie cane knocking on his door, saying, "Hey, you decent?" through the key-hole.
"I am wearing clothes, Charlie."
"Awesome." Charlie said, pushed the door open, walked in and dropped a dark gray suit, with a long sleeved light powder blue shirt, along with a pair of black trousers.
"What are you waiting for, then? Get dressed!" she said an octave too high, pushing him towards the bathroom.
"Charlie. Charlie. I've already bathed."
"Oh. Okay. How long have you been awake?"
"I woke at dawn, Charlie. Old habits." Cas explained.
"Holy cow! Yeah, okay, fine, then get dressed." she said, flabbergasted, but quickly switching back to mother hen mode.
"Charlie, explain to me why I'm scared." Cas said, sitting down on a chair suddenly.
"Um...you've got cold feet?" she offered, distracted while she was laying the suit out on the bed, making sure it was alright.
"No, my feet are fine, Charlie. My stomach is not though." he explained, clearly uncomprehending.
Charlie giggled a bit, turned to Cas and said, "Cas. Cold feet is when you get nervous before your own wedding, and you don't feel like going because of that."
Cas was convinced that this explanation was wrong, because he said to Charlie, "Charlie, I do want to attend my own wedding. I just find my self unsure if Dean will want to." Cas said in a small voice, and he realised that that was ridiculous when he said it out loud. Didn't stop him from thinking it, though.
"Cas..." Charlie trailed off, sighing.
"Who rescued Dean from Hell? One word answer."
"Me."
"Who did you tell your first secret to?"
"Dean."
"Who taught you free will?"
"Dean."
"Whose help did Dean seek when Sam was misled?"
"Mine."
"Among all your angel frat brothers, who does Dean trust the most?"
"Me."
"Who was the first person Dean willingly shared his pie with?"
"Me."
"Who trusted you until the very last possible second when you worked with Crowley?"
"Dean."
"Who helped break Naomi's control over you, even when you were going to kill him?"
"Dean did."
"What did he say?"
"That he needed me."
"Who's told you he loves you, and shown it to you even more times?"
"Dean does."
"YES! I hope you get the point of this little Q and A session. Dean loves, trust and needs you, Cas. And I'm not just saying that, he did. He never was the smarter of the brothers, but he'd never let you go."
Each word struck Cas, and he saw how lucky he was, to be able to call that surreal man his. So a smile lit his face when he said, "Well then, I wouldn't want to keep him waiting."
"YAY!" Charlie cheered, excited because it was the first time she'd successfully talked someone out of cold feet.
Laughing hysterically now, she told Cas she needed to get dressed and asked him to do the same.
When she walked out and shut the door behind her, Cas took a minute to sit down on the weird smelling bed and contain the fizzy feeling of joy. He wanted to cry, but laugh endlessly at the same time. He had given up on trying to understand human emotions a long time ago. He just felt them, and accepted them, finding it easier. After so many years, Dean would be his. He had loved him long before Dean knew, long before he could understand the feeling himself, but he knew it was an impossible thing. A human being became everything to Cas. Every feeling of joy, peace, trust, faith and love, it felt like Dean held the key to all of them. A human being with one of the most beautiful, warm souls in the history of creation. He'd get to call that his. Unable to believe his luck, he realised, their lives weren't all bad. As long as Dean was around, it would never be.
He laughed to himself in an empty motel room, needing no witness to the feeling of uplifting joy he felt.
He decided to hurry up and get dressed, which he did, because every part of him wanted to teleport to the chapel already.
Just as he got off the bed to check on Charlie, he heard an impatient knock on the door.
He yanked the door open and saw Charlie wearing a beautiful golden dress. Sentimental and emotional, Cas remembered thinking that the dress looked like it had trapped the winter sun's rays and let it out little by little for everyone to see. It was beautiful.
Her shocking red hair tumbled down her shoulders, falling over a lace wrap she wore to ward off the chill.
"You look beautiful, Charlie." Cas said, smiling.
She was unused to seeing him in anything but a trenchcoat, but in the blazer, he looked fabulous. It was just the right cut, and the gray of his suit, and the blue of his shirt just bounced off him, and made his eyes look bluer. If that was possible.
But noticing his hair, she frowned.
"Cas. What did you do with your hair?"
"Only combed it." he said, taken by surprise.
"You can't! Dean loves your hair! Not that he'd ever tell anyone that, I've just seen him play with it a lot." she let out in one breath, brushing her fingers through it, messing it up a little.
"Now, you look ravishing. If I was batting for your side, Dean would have some competition." she said approvingly.
"Thank you, Charlene." Cas said, accepting the compliment, though not fully understanding it.
"Alright, Cas. Here's something for breakfast." she said, handing him a donut.
"I've had mine." he informed her. He didn't actually need it. Plus, he'd be having enough sugar in the course of the day, if the five gigantic boxes of pie in Charlie's car were anything to go by.
"Okay, then. All set? Let's do this wedding thing, bitches!" she cheered, yanking Cas by the arm to her yellow car.
"I hardly think-"
"Oh shush, Cas!"
Dean was waiting in the dressing, wondering how much longer it'd take for Cas to get here, and passing a critical eye over his attire- dark brown blazer, black shirt, and the cleanest, nicest pair of blue jeans he had. At the time, he had refused to wear anything but jeans, but now he wondered. Ah, who cares? He thought, brushing it off.
Every once in a while, Dean would hum Metallica tunelessly, tapping his foot to the rhythm, Sam observed.
"Dude. He'll be here. Stop freaking out."
"Nah, I'm fine. Not freaking out" Dean said distractedly, staring at the door.
"Alright, it's time, so you might as well take your not freaked out self to the altar. Everybody's there." Sam said, marveling at the weird things that came out of his mouth. He never thought he'd see the day he'd tell his brother to walk to the alter. Demon worship altar, a witch's altar, sure, not his wedding alter! But Sam was ecstatic. Cas was great, and he couldn't remember why they'd thought he was a douche when they met him. It would certainly change things, the wedding, but change could be good.
Dean nodded, walking out the door towards the altar. He was glad to see that the decorations were kept to a minimum. He didn't want them, Cas didn't understand them. It was just a few flowers here and there, just enough to make the stone cobbled church look festive.
But even their fresh subtle fragrance made Dean feel sick. He knew what he needed. He needed the smell of sea breeze and cinnamon. He needed Cas to be here.
He took his place at the altar, hands locked behind his back, butterflies in his stomach, wishing Cas would get here already.
Sam was the first to hear a distant, "Cas! Come on!". As soon as he did, he gave Dean a thumbs up and a huge smile, feeling like a load had been lifted off his shoulders. He lit up when he noticed how young Dean looked and he thought for the nth time how awesome this was. By themselves, they were pretty badass, but together, Dean and Cas were awesome.
As if on cue, their crowd of five people stood and turned to see Cas walk down the long, carpeted aisle with a shimmery Charlie leading him towards the altar. Sam looked over to Dean and noted how Dean's shoulders squared and he stood taller as he turned around to look at Cas for the first time in a whole day.
Cas looked perfect. Insanely beautiful, mind blowingly hot and Dean was glad that the ladies insisted on blazers. After struggle, friendship, betrayal, trust, love, lust and so much faith, Cas was finally his. Dean could think of a million nicknames for Cas - nerd angel, hot, badass, weird. But the one word that resonated in Dean's head, the one word that blotted out every other emotion, tore apart any doubt, was 'mine'.
In all his centuries, Cas had seen so much. Beauty and peace, betrayal and war. Destruction, revenge, power, these were his world. He was an angel, created to watch over and protect the humans, a warrior of God. Many ages later, these titles began to mean nothing, because the end of days was imminent. Everyone was at risk, humans, angels and demons, all on the same footing. It was unfortunate, he thought, that after so much, all his father's creation were to be brought to their knees by two brothers who couldn't see eye to eye. The apocalypse had begun, started by the very beings who had sworn to protect the humans. And God had long since left. Cas had lost everything that defined him. Faith, order, method, everything. Until Dean. And Dean was right there, the centre of Cas' universe now, the pivotal reason for Cas' existence, quite literally in some situations.
Sam saw Cas beam and Dean grin back. Cas came to a stop beside Dean, Charlie taking her place behind him. Cas took Dean's hand in his, and Sam saw how white their knuckles were, they were still fighting to hold on to each other. He saw them subtly angle towards each other, and it was the nicest thing Sam had seen in a while.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of God to watch Dean and Cas get hitched."
Sam sighed and said out loud, "To join together these men in hole matrimony."
"Yeah, sorry. Meant that." Garth said sheepishly. Sam didn't expect for the wedding to go off without a hitch, but he thought at least Garth would get it right. He WAS ordained after all. He looked around, but it didn't seem like anyone particularly cared about the blunder.
Dean looked back at Sam, and whispered, "What the hell, dude?"
"What? I did some research." Sam whispered back defensively.
"Of course you did." Dean said, rolling his eyes, before turning back to Cas.
Garth repeated what Sam said, before continuing, "All three of these guys have saved so many lives, mine included. But I think Dean and Cas have saved each other more times than anyone else has or knows. Dean as a hunter, Castiel, as an angel, it's something no one's ever heard of, for whatever reason. But you guys are extraordinary men with extraordinary lives. So I guess it makes sense you're in love. You may love each other, you may need each other to be your strength and faith, but from where I'm standing, you deserve each other." Garth finished up, beaming like Father Christmas.
Dean took in a deep breath, and Cas clutched his hand tighter, before smiling serenely at Dean.
"You may now say your vows, Dean." Garth instructed, clearly following no particular order.
Dean cleared his throat and began.
"I haven't actually prepared anything, because if I did, I'd mess it up anyway. So this is either going to be short or really long." he said, addressing the five people in the pews. He then turned back to Cas and said,
"You know, Cas, in the beginning, when I first met you and months after, I was so sure that your palm print on my shoulder was the only thing I'd have left of you. And I didn't mind. Because everyone I meet dies, I know that. I guess a little part of me hoped you wouldn't stay, so you wouldn't get hurt. I mean, I was just a hunter, with very few things going for me. Part of me didn't want to get too happy, and I guess the apocalypse made sure of that anyway.
"But when you came back to me in the green room, and everyday after, you've shown me that being happy or content isn't something I should be scared of. I'm still a hunter with very few things going for me, but you make me what I am right now, Cas. Happy. I don't know how long this'll last, but I'm ready to make the most of it. Because of you. For you. I love you, Cas, and I'll be there with you, watching the bees for as long as you'll have me."
A silence fell over the chapel, and everyone was sniveling. Dean was too busy being happy to be mortified, as promised.
"Cas, your vows?" Sam prompted, as neither Cas nor Garth made any move to say anything. Looking away form Dean, Cas apologised to Sam, and looked back at Dean, before he began.
"Dean, I've loved you for far longer than you know, and I've wanted to protect you for even longer. When I raised you from Hell, your soul wasn't the only thing that was saved. My grace in you, a little part of me, it reached out and mended me. You saved me, Dean. More times, and in more ways than you realise. You may be just a hunter, but you're far better than anyone else I've ever seen or met. The best of men. You make everybody around you want to be too.
"Before I met you, I was a soldier. No emotions and certainly no freedom. But you made me feel, and that scared me. I began to wonder why I was there, what the purpose of it all was. It was tiring, doubting my every decision, doubting my orders. Then you showed me a better way of feeling. You showed me how to love you. Then, I understood that my purpose, my task which I had taken upon myself, knowingly or unknowingly, was to have and to hold you, to love, honour and cherish you, to take care of you in sickness and in health. Till death do us part. Maybe after too, because I will do anything I can to bring you back. You're why I'm here, Dean. And I love you."
Everyone was now sniffing, each whisper bouncing off the walls of stone. No one cared that there was no order in the ceremony.
Dean's eyes were shining, Sam noticed, as he tried not to let a single tear out. He let out as much of what he was feeling with a larger than life grin, which Cas matched.
"Dean Winchester, do you take Castiel to be your wedded husband?" Garth said, deciding that everything else that was to be said, would be said sometime in the future, if it hadn't already been said in the past.
"Yeah, I do." Dean whispered, just loud enough for him, Cas and Garth to hear.
"Castiel, do you take Dean to be your wedded husband?"
"Yes, I do." Cas said, and his voice rang out with confidence.
"Cool. By the powers given to me by, well, the online community, I now pronounce you married hunter and angel."
Dean yanked Cas towards himself, with an expression that shouted out 'finally!', when Garth said, somewhat pointlessly, "You can kiss now." just as Sam corrected him, "You may now kiss."
Dean brought his hands forward to twine them around Cas' waist and kiss him while Cas raised his to rest them on the back of Dean's neck. They met each other halfway, and let their lips touch and Dean couldn't believe that he just got married. To Cas. He held Cas tighter, leaving no gap, kissing him throughly, leaving no stone unturned in loving him. His heart broke a little and mended a little when Cas whispered, only for him to hear, "You're my faith, Dean."
Dean Winchester's life had been peppered with miracles, few and far between, but the only one he recognised that day, the only one he was aware of was Cas Winchester. He didn't need another miracle.