Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural

There are flowers. There is music. There is Dean. At the end of a long aisle, I looked up to see the man I love in front of me.

It's been almost 2 years since I became human and everyday I love him a little more.

Love is most definitely a human emotion. You meat bags, or rather now we meat bags, are defined by who we love and in turn who loves us.

Now I guess I should explain.

-2 years ago-

Shooting up straight, I gasped for air. It was like grasping at nothing to try and stop myself from falling. The fire started burning in my lungs and spread again.

Air was a ruse of deception before but now it was necessary for life. My first steps as a human provided a brand new experience.

You think you know a place then suddenly, bam! Everything changes. I staggered over to the phone and picked up, dialing Gabriel's number.

"Hello?" He responded. After a week, even hearing Gabe's smug voice was music to my ears.

"Do you know how hungry I am?" He laughed and I could almost see the smile on his face.

"CAS! How dare you scare me like that! Do you even understand how long you've been out?" I mentally counted the time I had felt.

"I don't know. A week?" Gabriel just sighed and groaned.

"No dude, you were out almost a month." It hadn't felt like that long but then again he was unconscious or rather dead for some time.

I was about to ask more about it when I make a terrible recollection.

"Dean! How's Dean? He must be worried sick." I began working myself into a panic. What if he had grown to resent me?

"We'll see funny you mention that because I kinda sorta told him everything." He let out his fucking little giggle he has when he knows what he did was wrong.

It did make sense though. Even though I was out for almost a month I didn't feel thirsty or hungry. There were fresh flowers on the bedside.

"He's been here hasn't he?" I asked, only needing confirmation.

"Everyday. Once he got proof that I wasn't lying he ran off in anger. You messed him up real bad. A hunter dating the prince of hell. Can you imagine?"

The worst part is I could. The hurt in his eyes when he realized I'd lied to him. The betrayal of what I am, was.

"He must hate me."

"Oh he did. For at least a week. Then he ran into some trouble with your father. Ole grumpy came up and talked to him personally. Once he got out of the hospital he came to visit you everyday."

At the mention of Dean getting hurt I experienced what can only be described as what humans call 'eyes red with rage'.

"I'll kill that son of a bitch!" I threatened. Completely seriously. That was until I heard a laugh behind me.

"Baby, you're awake." I would know that voice anywhere. No matter how broken. I turned and ran, dropping the phone on the floor.

I didn't need to stop and look, my arms grasping onto him for deaf life. I left the ground for a moment as he spun me.

"I'm sorry baby, I'm so sorry." I chanted, burying my head in his chest. He smelt of peppermint and whiskey.

He placed his lips gently against my forehead. "Don't worry about it. All that matters is you gave up everything to be with me."

"I'd give my life for you."

"I'm glad you didn't."

"Me too."

We shared a long and passionate kiss.

"You missed so much. Gabe and Sam are engaged. The wedding is in 4 months. Oh and your pops is never using that vessel again."

I frowned at him and looked up to look him in the eyes.

"Dean Michael Winchester how dare you fight the king of Hell over me!"
"It was no big deal. A couple of broken ribs and a few scrapes. Worth it though. You won't be bothered by him anymore. When I told him what you gave up to be with me, well, he was broken."

I laughed, imagining the scowl on his face when he realized how much of a disappointment I am.

"Well baby, let's say we get you cleaned up and then we'll go home." I nodded, thinking some hot water might be nice.

-2 years later-

"I Dean Winchester take you Castiel Novak to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, til death do us part."

I felt his hand grip mine as he placed my ring on my finger. Now it was my turn.

"I Castiel Novak take you Dean Winchester to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, til death do us part."

I placed his ring on his finger and smiled up at him.

"By the power invested in me I pronounce you man and husband. You may kiss your groom."

We kissed like there was no one else on earth, and when I looked into his eyes it made me feel like I was the only man in the world.

This was my life now. No more lonely angry demon. Now I am Mr. Castiel Winchester, and life is good.

Thank you for always sticking with me and my story.