A warm puff of spring air breezed through the open window in Castiel's room, rustling the curtains in a gentle sway as he stood before the full length mirror beside the bed. He sighed as he stared at himself, undoing the knot of the dark blue tie around his neck for what seemed like the thousandth time that morning. It wasn't just the fact that he was getting married in less than three hours that filled him with a shaking anticipation, it was the fact that he'd be proclaiming to the world that he was Dean's and Dean was his. Cas had found the one his heart had longed for and he could not wait any longer to make it all official before their friends and family. All that, combined with the night he'd spent away from Dean, the first they'd had since they had started dating, made Cas nearly frantic with the need to see him.

He pulled in a deep, albeit unsteady breath, and let it out slowly before bringing his hands up to his tie again. Cas looked to the doorway, suddenly feeling like he was being watched, and saw Meg propped against the jamb, her arms folded across her chest and amusement sparking brightly in her eyes.

"Need some help there, Clarence?" she asked, stepping farther into the room before he could even reply.

Cas looked down at her as she came to a stop in front of him, a grateful smile curving his mouth. "Thank you, " he said with a soft earnestness when she reached up to knot his tie.

"Why do you even bother?" Meg asked, chuckling low in her throat. She loved this tick of his, the outward sign of his inward turmoil, because it was one she could fix.

"Spill," she said as she worked, "Why are you flippin' out?"

"Why are you so short," he asked, deflecting her question. When she stomped on his foot, he continued, "I'm not flipping out," he denied, air quotes at the ready. She smacked those down as well then stepped back to check her handiwork.

"You are a terrible liar," she said, running her hands over his shoulders to smooth his light grey vest, then adjusted his boutonniere before turning to admire their almost matching reflections in the mirror; Meg's tie was yellow instead of bridegroom blue. He smiled finally knowing she would persist until he let her in.

"It's not bad," he started, "I just miss him and this is just a big step we're taking. I'm going to be Mr. Castiel Winchester. It's all too wonderful to be true, Meg. The other shoe will drop eventually, right?" He turned away from the mirror to look at her face not her reflection. He knew everything would be fine, but hearing it from Meg, in her uniquely loving fashion, would help ease his mind.

"You're stupid," she finally said. "It's been less than twenty-four hours since you last saw him. Look, you love him, he loves you. He's marrying you so shut up and get with the program." Her overly sweet smile rounded out her face and her eyes sparkled.

He hugged her close then, hard and with gusto, "Thanks, Meg."

"Whatever," she quipped pushing him away. "Seriously, enough with the hugging. That's what the dumbass is for."

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"What do you mean it won't be there by four?" Dean screamed into his phone. Dressed in his light grey vest and slacks, he paced Bobby's kitchen and fought with the delivery company.

"Look, Mr. Winchester," the attendant replied sharply, "We don't usually deliver on Saturdays and are making a huge exception for you."

"I know that," Dean said, rolling his eyes at the invisible nuisance. "I paid extra to get this delivered and you guys were already expensive. If it's not there on time, I will cancel our contract. You will not deliver another one for my shop ever." Dean pressed 'end' then tried to choke the attendant by choking his phone.

"What's going on?" Sam asked, walking into the kitchen and opening the fridge. He was just about ready as well, his yellow tie and boutonniere were already in place but he was walking around without shoes.

"I really miss slamming down the phone, ya know," Dean asked tossing his phone on the table and continued through clenched teeth, "like just smashing it down because you can." He imitated the motion, pounding his fist into his palm.

"Dude, you gotta chill," Sam laughed and handed Dean a beer.

"It's not even noon yet, Sammy," Dean balked at the open bottle but took a swig anyway.

"I know," Sam tossed back his beer, chuckling, "but if you don't relax, you're gonna have a heart attack and I am not explaining that to Cas. Seriously, what's the problem?"

Dean ran a calming hand down his face and then tilted his head back, the memory of Cas' surprise visit to the shop playing itself out in his head. A smack to his arm brought him back and Sam's knitted eyebrows let him know that he was waiting for an answer.

"You know that blue muscle I've been working on?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, you've been working on the monster since like forever," Sam leaned against the counter opposite him and waited.

"Well, I finished it last month," Dean's eyes lit up as he spoke, "dude, it sounds like a dream and I got it painted blue and tan." Dean hesitated and blushed here, "it matches Cas' eyes and that stupid coat he won't get rid of. I'm giving it to him for a wedding present."

"That's fantastic," Sam was ecstatic too now, but then frowned when Dean's phone conversation fell into place. "It's gonna be late? Hell no. We'll get it to the reception if I gotta tow it there myself. What's the number to the delivery company?"

Sam pulled out his phone and started typing out a text message, adding the info from Dean. "You said Luc's been looking for a way to help with the wedding, right, but Cas didn't have anything for him? How about we sic the meanest prosecutor in the state on the delivery company and see what he can do?"

"That's awesome!" Dean grabbed Sam in a bear hug then stood back, sincerity ringing in his voice as he added, "Thanks, man. I just want it to be perfect, ya know?"

Sam stood before Dean, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, "I get it. I felt the same way at my wedding, remember? I almost threw up in the Impala." Dean nodded and let out a nervous smile, the memory making him green. "But as long as you're there for Cas, it will be perfect. Hell, I think he loves you more than I do."

"No way," Dean argued, a true grin lighting up his face, "No one loves me more than my baby brother."

"He actually buys you black liquorish. He's totally head over heels."

Dean chuckled thoughtfully, glancing down to the bottle in his hand. "Well, that feeling's definitely mutual."

Sam laughed outright, clapping Dean on the back. "Wow! You really could have fooled me, what with this wedding happening in less than, what," he made a show of looking down at his watch, "three hours?"

A giddy and nervous rush of anticipation flooded through Dean's chest. "That's it?" he cried, grabbing up his phone from the table to confirm the time. "Jesus Christ, Sammy, get your damn shoes on! We need to leave in like five freakin' minutes."

"Dude, calm down," Sam said, "We've still got some time."

Dean leveled a glare at Sam that had him hightailing it to the living room where he had stashed his socks and shoes without another word.

"What in the damn hell is all the commotion out here?" Bobby barked, suddenly appearing from the hallway that lead back to the bedrooms. He was buttoning up his grey vest as he walked forward, his customary frown firmly in place. "Don't you idjit's know weddings are s'posed to be happy occasions?"

Dean stepped up to Bobby, forcing himself to calm down, and reached out to straighten Bobby's canary yellow tie. "I am happy!" he said, a genuine smile ticking up the corner of his mouth. "But I'll be much happier when I get to see Cas walking down that aisle toward me."

Bobby's frown softened and he brought a hand up, halting Dean's frantic fingers as they tried to suss out perfection from Bobby's already immaculate suit. Dean looked up at him, brows drawn together, eyes nervous and excited, as Bobby patted his cheek in the way he had done since Dean was just a boy. "Then let's get our asses out that door," he chuckled.

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The chairs facing the gazebo had been set up early that morning and Jo and Ellen spent a chunk of time decorating in the canary yellow and royal blue Cas and Dean had picked out. Each chair had a large two-tone bow tied to the back and blue and yellow bunting and ribbon was draped along the top of the gazebo, the cool spring breeze pulling the loose strands back and forth as if they were dancing a waltz. The midmorning light gave the material a shine and Ellen was sure the entire area would glow in the early afternoon sun.

Gabriel would be presiding over the ceremony and he took his time setting up his makeshift altar at the foot of the gazebo steps. He draped a white cloth first, followed by yellow and blue, then spread his book, candles and notes along the tabletop. He was nervous and excited, but determined to do them both proud. The last piece he placed was the ornate Unity Candle, a three wick beacon with ribbons of color carved from the colorful wax. He made this the centerpiece of his table and its symbolism the centerpiece of his service.

He glanced up as a few soft notes of music began playing from speakers beside the gazebo that one of the ushers had set up and stood quietly as Dean and Cas' invited guests began walking forward across the long expanse of grass in the secluded park area to find their seats. He smiled at the close friends and family members as they sat and murmured happily about how beautifully the space was decorated. And then, when Ellen gave him the signal from around a tall row of hedges, he nodded toward the usher beside him to change the music to the processional song Dean and Cas had selected and motioned for the crowd to stand.

All the guests turned in anticipation to watch as the wedding party made their way across the lawn. Jess and Mary were the first to come around the hedge. Both were wearing bright yellow sundresses with a deep blue sash around the waist. With Jess' help, Mary was tossing out yellow rose petals from a small basket she held, the guests murmuring encouragement to the little one as they passed.

Sam and Meg, the best men, were the second group to come down the aisle, Sam in his light grey vest and slacks with a yellow tie, and Meg in a nearly identical suit, a light grey skirt in exchange for slacks. She had her arm looped in the crook of Sam's elbow and smiled a sideways grin as they walked the space between the chairs, shooting a wink at Charlie as they passed her chair.

The two separated once they reached the gazebo, one on each side and waited as Dean and Bobby came around the corner. They walked side by side, Dean beaming with excitement as they advanced toward the altar Gabe had set up. Bobby gave Dean a tight embrace then stood off to the side by Sam. Dean turned back toward the grass aisle, his heart thumping wildly as he awaited Castiel's appearance.

And then there he was, stepping around the vibrant green wall of foliage with Balthazar at his side. The very sight of him, with sunlight settling around and through the strands of his dark hair like a ethereal halo, with his eyes bluer than they'd ever been and contrasting so beautifully with his azure tie, with his lips curving into a trembling and joyous smile, absolutely stole Dean's breath. The entire park fell away, every single person standing beside him and sitting before him until there was Cas, only Cas, and Dean had to consciously focus on dragging in a shaky gasp as Cas walked closer, so as to not pass out from lack of oxygen.

Cas' smile broadened the closer he got and Dean swore he could not take much more of this exquisite torture; he so badly wanted to pull Cas into his arms and press his mouth to those perfect lips. But rational thought won out, barely, and he remained standing at the altar but gestured for Cas to hurry, letting out a stuttering breath when he finally came to a stop at the end of the petal-strewn aisle.

Sam was right, it was going to be perfect. The audience burst into giggles as Dean pulled Cas in for a kiss, his patience running out. A cough from Gabriel interrupted them, "Dean-o, that part comes at the end." Each blushing, they parted but held hands as Gabriel addressed the wedding party and then the guests.

"I am Gabriel Novak and I will be your Deputy Commissioner of Marriages today. Please fasten your seatbelts and keep your hands and arms inside the ride at all times." This garnered quiet laughter from the gathering but he continued.

"These crazy kids did not come get here on their own, nope. No family is perfect, but we love and support each other through all of our highs and lows. Today is a great high, so I ask, who will represent Dean Winchester?"

Bobby stepped forward again. "I represent Dean," he answered.

Gabriel's easy smile faded and he turned serious eyes on Bobby, "Will you and your family take Castiel as one of your own?"

Bobby shone a warm smile on Cas and answered gruffly, "Of course we will." Cas and Dean both chuckled as Bobby stepped back to his place.

Gabe spoke to the crowd again, "Who will represent Castiel Novak?"

It was Balthazar who stepped forward next, his tantalizing smile ever present. "I represent Castiel."

Gabriel's and Balthazar shared a silent moment, each studying the other before Gabe spoke, "Will you and your family take Dean as one of your own?"

"We will treat him better than we have treated our own." A tear sparkled in B's eye as he spoke, his gaze centering on Castiel and then on Dean.

And like a gameshow host, Gabe tossed his hands in the air, "May the blessing of their marriage extend throughout your families forever. Lets get this show on the road!"

Gabe grabbed his book and notes, motioned for the guests to sit, and began his speech, "The Morgan Hammond defines love as 'a widespread incurable disease which is known to affect the mind and sometimes the body. Symptoms may include: Affected judgment, lightheadedness, eye-watering, chest pains, and increased need to be with the person who infected you. It is known to be highly contagious and can be deadly.'

If you've spent any time with these two then you know all of this is true. Affected judgment? Dean tried to come to dinner with my family; he was nuts. And the increased need to be with the person? When was the last time you saw Casserole without Dean-o in tow? Never!

But I'm really okay with all that. I am, because these two nutjobs have taught me a lesson about life and love. That lesson is that, if you really love someone, you can ride to hell and back. Together. They have been a united front from day one and I know I'm right when I say that they will continue to be united until day one million and one."

Cas smiled at Dean, blinking back the tears that began crowding his eyes, and gave his hands a squeeze. Dean returned the smile with one of his own, effectively melting Cas' heart on the spot.

"Okay," Gabe said, bringing Cas and Dean's attention back. "Now, let's get down to these vows."

Dean and Cas both nodded, Dean standing a little taller when Gabe settled a hand on his shoulder. "Repeat after me, Dean."

And Dean did, speaking the words from deep within his soul, never breaking his gaze from Cas for even one second. "I, Dean, take you Castiel to be my husband, to have and to hold you, to honor you, to treasure you, to be at your side in sorrow and in joy, in the good times and the bad, and to love and cherish you always. I promise you this from the bottom of my heart, for all the days of my life."

Cas found he couldn't stop the tears he'd been holding back and felt one slip warmly down his cheek. Dean brought a hand up, brushing away the moisture with the pad of his thumb, his chin wobbling slightly as he did it.

And then it was Cas' turn to repeat the words. He cleared his throat and said them with all the sincerity he felt in his heart. His voice broke over the last word and then there was a gentle quiet that descended, punctuated by sniffles from nearly everyone present, even Bobby.

The rings were exchanged next handed over by Sam and then Meg, followed by the lighting of the unity candle, and then Gabe was pronouncing them married. It all seemed to go by in a blur and Cas' head was spinning by the time Gabe stretched his arms up, declaring, "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and husband!"

Gabe jabbed Dean with his elbow and stage-whispered, "Now you can kiss him."

The crowd erupted in cheering and applause as Dean tugged Cas in close and pressed a soul searing kiss to his lips. Cas' knees buckled weakly, but Dean was there to hold him up.

Dean would always be there to hold him up.

The End

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