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Dean accompanied Castiel for his carriage ride to St. Paul's Cathedral where the religious wedding ceremony would take place. Cas' handsome face held a greenish hue. The archaeologist's hair resembled a bird's nest due to Cas constantly pulling at the thick dark locks.
The duke affectionately removed his lover's fingers from the disheveled head. "Baby boy, you are gonna have a bald spot soon."
"I think I am going to be sick." Castiel breathed in deeply through his nose.
"Put your head between your knees and take deep breaths. Clear your head, darling." Castiel did as told. Dean gently massaged Cas' back. "There you go. Close your eyes and relax."
Cas raised his head and locked his eyes with Dean's. His indescribable blue orbs were wider than spinning plates at a circus. "We should run away together. My father owns a house in Cairo and my family owns a wine villa in Tuscany. You choose where you'd like to live."
Dean traced Cas' jaw with a thumb. "That would be a shitty thing to do to your parents and I can't leave Sammy to the wolves."
Castiel fought the urge to vomit. His nostrils flared for a few seconds. "We're not going to be able to spend a lot of time together after I marry Meg. I will not be able to go through with this farce." He shook his head and leaned his forehead against the cool glass of the window.
"You have cold feet. It's natural for most grooms. Nothing can tear us apart, sweetheart." Dean kissed Castiel tenderly. Cas closed his eyes and reciprocated the kiss longingly.
The carriage came to a halt which meant they reached Ludgate Hill. Dean peaked through the velvet curtains. They had arrived at the cathedral of English Baroque architectural style built in the late 1600s. A group of members from the city's lower class surrounded the cathedral's main entrance. It was British custom for the newlyweds to toss gold coins after the ceremony to the less fortunate.
As the two men made their way inside the house of worship, the combination of incense and flowers assailed Cas' nostrils. He felt like emptying his stomach more than ever. Beads of perspiration rained down his forehead and in the back of his neck. A young priest guided them through a vestibule which led to a private waiting chamber used for grooms. Cas was informed Lady Masters was getting dressed in the adjoining room.
Dean offered a handkerchief to the nervous groom. "Cas, you need to relax."
Castiel wiped sweat from the back of his neck with shivering fingers. His complexion had turned from green to a pasty color. "I'm gonna find you something to drink."
Cas removed his cravat since it felt like a noose around his neck. He paced the room and breathed in deeply. Nothing seemed to help him. Bile continued rising up his dry throat. His eyes scanned the room until they reached a large vase. Cas pulled most of the flowers away and tossed them behind his back.
Dean returned with tea. "What the hell?!" The sight of his lover retching inside a vase greeted him.
Once Castiel finished emptying his stomach, he sat on a cherry wood cushioned chair. Dean handed him the tea cup. Cas drank half of it before setting it on a table. Dean wiped sweat from his brow. "Your skin is clammy but at least your color is returning."
"I never thought I would be this way on my wedding day."
The young priest knocked on the door. From the other side he informed the gentlemen the ceremony was set to start in twenty minutes. The duke thanked him. He grinned. Dean moved in front of Castiel. He knelt down in front of him and palmed his cock. "I know the perfect remedy for what ails you."
He licked his lips before pulling down Cas' grey trousers. Castiel arched his neck backwards as Dean's tongue and lips took care of him. "People would consider this sacrilegious," he whispered between moans. He clung desperately to Dean's hair as his cock fucked the duke's mouth. Dean took more of him inside his heavenly mouth.
Castiel's lower body spasmed before Dean brought him to climax. Dean swallowed everything. He removed Cas' semi flaccid shaft from his mouth with a wet popping sound. Castiel couldn't move his legs. Dean gazed at his reflection in a standing oval mirror. He found a linen handkerchief in a drawer and wiped his chin and corners of his mouth. His mouth was crimson and swollen.
Cas walked behind him and slid his arms across Dean's chest. He kissed the side of the duke's neck. "That is the best medicine to calm frazzled nerves. Thank you...I needed it."
Dean turned around. He kissed Cas gently on the lips. "Ready?"
Castiel nodded weakly. "I believe so."
"Good because my Osiris is a descendent of kings and great warriors. Nothing can take him down." Dean retrieved Cas' dove grey cravat and soon tied it in an intricately fashionable knot Zachariah taught him to do. Dean placed a dark grey formal jacket over Cas' shoulders. The dark haired man slid his arms through the sleeves.
Dean led him to the mirror. "You are the most handsome man in the entire Continent." Their gazes locked. Castiel winked at him.
The two men walked to the altar. Approximately one hundred guests were congregated in the chapel. Cas' parents sat in one of the front pews. Gabriel and Balthazar sat behind them. Castiel smiled at his parents. Isis blew him a kiss. When his eyes landed on his cousin, Gabe made a gesture as if he was being hung at the gallows. Cas stuck his tongue out at the trickster.
Sam and Mister Singer sat in the same pew. The youngest Winchester waved at his idol and his brother. Cas nodded. Sammy had become a little brother to him in the short time they'd known each other.
Castiel was surprised so many people attended his and Meg's wedding. The snotty bastards were present to see the Camel marry the unconventional lady. The wedding was a freak show which they didn't have to pay for. Cas watched all the hoity toity busy bodies. British society was full of shallow hypocrites. He noticed Crowley and Alistair weren't present. Rumors had spread like wildfire that Crowley was afflicted with the pox. His physical ailments prevented him from gallivanting in social affairs. And Alistair was not invited to the ceremony since he wasn't chummy with Cas and had been jilted by the bride to be.
Cas did see Lady Lilith accompanied by Crowley's parents. The woman had the audacity to wear black along with a stylish little hat with a veil that covered her light eyes. She wiped an errant tear with a handkerchief.
Dean elbowed Cas and chuckled. "You really rocked her world. Lady Lilith hasn't gotten over you. Can't say I blame her"
"I wish I could go back in time, and prevent myself from sleeping with her."
All of a sudden, the double doors opened revealing Lady Masters and her father, Azazel. Meg was a vision in an ice blue Chantilly lace gown with a veil which was held by a tiny diamond tiara. Lady Cortese and one of Meg's cousins held the three foot long veil. The organist began to play a traditional wedding march.
Castiel's nerves finished going away, when his eyes met Meg's velvety brown orbs. She winked at him as she walked down the aisle. "She's beautiful, Cas," Dean whispered.
Azazel handed his only child to Castiel by placing her small hand in his larger one. "Be good to her," the man with unnatural yellow eyes warned the archaeologist.
"I will, sir."
Azazel kissed Meg's forehead before walking to one of the front pews. Meg handed her white roses and blue tiger lilies bouquet to Ruby, who served as her maid of honor. The young couple turned to the front of the altar where the bishop stood. As the elderly man spoke, Cas stared at the crucifix in front of him. He swallowed hard. This was all a sham but he and Meg had to go through with it.
The same people sitting behind them would turn on them and God knows what sort of punishment would be inflected on Meg and him. When Cas was seventeen at school, two boys were caught fondling each other in the library. One of them was discovered beaten to death the following evening. The culprits were never found. The other boy was whisked away by his parents and was never heard from again.
The ceremony was performed rather quickly by the bishop. The bride and groom exchanged bands. The bishop blessed their union. Castiel cupped Meg's face and kissed her on both of cheeks. They were officially husband and wife. Dean tried his best to give a big smile as he congratulated the newlyweds. Castiel was Meg's husband in front of God's eyes as well as the aristocratic vultures. Tears pooled in his eyes. Dean turned around. Isis stood next to him and offered him a handkerchief. Dean wiped his eyes and returned it to the countess.
"Things will work out," Isis patted his cheek gently.
An American photographer urged the wedding party to get together for pictures. The Brownie camera was now being used for these sorts of engagements. Castiel held Dean's hand and ushered him to his right. His wife stood on his other side. The photographer took half a dozen photographs of the wedding party. Then photos of the bride and groom with their parents were taken. Afterwards of the bride and groom by themselves.
The American was about to disassemble the Brownie, when Castiel stopped him. "Please there are two more pictures we wish to take."
Meg and Ruby were photographed together. Then a couple of photographs of the groom and his best man were taken. Cas slid an arm around his lover's shoulders. Dean sported a huge genuine smile. Castiel glanced at him with a big goofy grin of his own. The remaining guests murmured amongst themselves.
Castiel walked Meg out of the cathedral. Sam ran up to the newlyweds and handed them each a pouch filled with gold coins. Rose petals and rice were thrown at them, when they left the church. As they reached the iron gates, Meg and Castiel threw gold coins in the air. The members of the low class scattered on the floor like rats trying to get as many gold coins as possible. The newlyweds jogged to the carriage that would take them to the Miltons London residence for an intimate supper. Only close friends and family were invited to the event.
Captain Harkness popped open a bottle of vintage French champagne and poured it. He handed a glass to Meg and Castiel and to the guests while a butler and footman opened two more bottles. Even Sam was allowed to drink a sip for the toast. Since Dean was best man, he made the obligatory speech wishing the couple much happiness.
Dinner was a bountiful feast with quail, roasted duck and rack of lamb as the main course dishes. A plethora of cakes and pastries comprised dessert. Gabriel salivated just looking at the sweet confections. After dinner Meg and Castiel danced a waltz. A four string quartet provided the entertainment. Dean and Sam were not allowed to dance since they were still in mourning. The duke was relieved because he had two left feet.
The last remaining guests left the Milton residence at one in the morning. Azazel bade his daughter good night and told Castiel he would castrate him if he ever hurt his little girl. Castiel's parents said good bye to their son and daughter in law. They were set to return to Bath early the following morning and would not be able to wish them good bye.
Balthazar, Gabriel and Harkness went to spend the night at a brothel. This way the newlyweds could have most of the house to themselves. Dean was about to make his way up the stairs, when Meg stopped him. She led him to the library.
"I thought we could have some privacy in here," the petite brunette said as she turned on a whale oil lamp.
"What is it?" Dean leaned against the desk with his arms crossed.
"I will take care of Cas for you during the wedding trip. We'll be travelling all over Greece and Italy for three months."
"Don't remind me," Dean pouted.
"You know he loves you and nothing will ever change that; Just like I adore mi gitana. We shall see how we can continue seeing our paramours, when we return." She caressed his chin. "Thank you for allowing this to happen. I know it's hard on you."
Dean gulped hard. "Just take care of him, sugar."
"If you will excuse me your grace, I need to get ready for my wedding night." She winked at him before vacating the library.
Joshua handed Castiel a tray with champagne and chocolate covered strawberries. Cas thanked him before the butler closed the chamber door. A shirtless and barefoot Castiel placed the tray on a table. He turned and met his wife, who donned a silk crimson thin sleeved camisole. He placed a chaste kiss on her lips. "Good night, sweet husband."
"Have a good evening, sweetheart." Cas kissed the top of her head.
Meg disappeared through a connecting door into an adjoining bedroom. Ruby waited for her in the canopied bed. The camisole slid from Meg's smooth shoulders and landed in a pool of silk on the carpet.
Castiel poured champagne into two glasses and headed to his own bed. A nude Dean lounged on the center of the mattress. The two men drank the champagne before Castiel slid under the green silk sheets. "Meg says she will hold a house party for you upon our return."
"What the hell for?" Dean mouthed against Cas' skin.
"Because it is time for you to go on a bride hunt" Castiel started sliding down.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Shit I don't want to think about that yet."
"Then don't. Relax and let me reciprocate what you did for me earlier today." His head disappeared under the sheets.
In no time he had Dean arching his body upwards and digging his fingers into the sheets, as well as his toes. The sound of moans and female giggles from the other side of the adjoining door echoed through the second floor's main hallway.