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Yurei

Dean backed into the wall and yes, he was absolutely terrified. The barely human little had way too much strength and all kinds of terrifying fearlessness. She would have no qualms about tearing him limb from limb which is exactly what she seemed set out to do. Crap. Sammy was knocked unconscious so it was just him, cornered by a little Japanese girl with a hellish habit for slaughter.

He could call out for his boyfriend but he and Sam had fought tooth and nail to have a brother's-only hunt – like they used to back in the good old days. It seemed so important at the time but now he just wished…oh screw it.

"Cas!" He called out as the ghost child descended upon him. He close his eyes, waiting for the inevitable, not even bothering to have his life flash before his eyes – because lord knows it was awful the first time around.

He peeked open one eye when he heard the sound of splintering wood and suddenly there was Cas, smashing the villain over the head with a chair to rescue him. Yes, he lit up a bit, but not that much; he was just happy to be alive.

"Dean are you alright?" The gruff voice filled with concern was so welcoming that Dean forgot himself.

"Marry me."

Cas looked up, panic replacing his concern. "What?" He groaned when the ghost girl clenched her fist and threw him against the wall. The hunter was once again face to face with the yurei and he still had no weapon with which to face his foe.

He heard his angel struggle to stand – but at least he was conscious – and remembered the wood. Some had to have splintered into something that could gank a violent, Japanese ghost child. Right? "Dean" Cas groaned.

"Hang on, angel, just give me a second."

"Why did you say that?"

Dean paused, making his way around the yurei like he was circling the wagons about to attack – or was she circling him – either way, it wouldn't hurt to keep himself distracted from his inherent doom. "Because I was happy to see you and it sort of popped into my head." He admitted.

"So you didn't mean it?" Maybe talking about this right now was not the best decision he'd ever made. Dean was getting distracted and the ghost girl was closing in. The hunter picked up a chunk of wood and swung.

He hit her in the head and her neck broke from the impact but a moment later, it was twisting back into place, her eyes black and fierce. Seriously?

"Maybe I did mean it. I don't know."

She took a running start at the hunter, her arms raised to reveal her claw-like fingers, just waiting to tear him apart.

"Well did you mean it or not?" He couldn't see Cas at all but he could only assume that the little bitch had hurt him pretty bad if he wasn't stepping in to fight. Right?

"Cas, this really isn't the time"

"Did you mean it?"

"Yes! Yes I meant it." Just as the girl was about to aim a claw at Dean's heart, she screamed in agony, bursting into flames, leaving the house echoing with her pain.

The hunter clutched his heart, trying to find his breath in the chaos of nearly dying no thanks to his brother or his boyfriend. Or was that fiancé? He caught Cas's eye from across the room and opened his mouth on an "oh". Cas had lit a doll on fire, it's ashes piled at his feet. He had ganked the ghost girl. "Thanks." He breathed, offering the angel a lopsided smile.

Cas, for his part, was staring at Dean with a mixture of awe and apprehension. Dean wanted to wipe that look off his face – and fast. "What would have happened if I had said no."

The angel didn't get it. Of course. "I would have saved you, still."

Dean couldn't help it – again – he smiled. "I know. There's just a little more motivation to keep me alive now, isn't there?"

"Yes." Cas admitted after a moment.

The couple stared at each other from across the room, both a little anxious to move. "So uh" the hunter smiled, a little dumbstruck "this is really happening isn't it?"

In the blink of an eye – literally – Cas was standing in front of him, staring down at him with so much love, it was almost suffocating. "I believe it is."

"What's happening?" Sam groaned from his spot on the floor. Oh right, Sam was here. What little help he was.

"Cas and I are fixin' to get married." Dean snorted in his fake southern drawl, tossing an arm around the very confused angel.

Sam stopped in his journey to finally standing upright and stared at his brother, his hands on his knees, his hair completely in place. "You're serious?"

Dean looked at Cas who was still looking at him with that awe-struck, someone anxious look – like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Yeah," Dean smiled. "I'm serious."

Sam nodded his approval. "Good for you, man."

"Thanks Sammy." As much as he had grown since that first hunt back together – searching for dad, ganking all the monsters, just the two of them – it mattered a lot to Dean that his brother approved of his relationships. Not that his objection would have stopped him. But it was nice to know that his brother still had his back.

"And you best treat my brother good." Sam warned in a – slightly worse than Dean's – southern drawl.

Cas straightened, never leaving Dean's side but very clearly concerned. "Sam, I would never do anything to intentionally hurt Dean."

Sam snorted in laughter. "I know, Cas, I was making a joke. I really am happy for you guys."

"Does that mean you'll be my best man?" Dean raised an eyebrow.

"But then Cas would have no one to be his best man." Sam joked as he head out the door, followed closely by the new couple.

"That is not true, I could ask one of the friends I made when I was human."

"You could ask Crowley." Sam laughed, only to cringe when he got a definite 'no' in stereo surround sound.

"I don't imagine it'll be a big ceremony." Dean confessed. "Why don't we just do it now? Go downtown, find a judge, get it over with."

"Because I don't want to just get it over with." Cas confessed, stopping in the doorway to stare at his fiancé. "I want to celebrate my union with you. With family."

Dean thought for a long time before he spoke. "Jody. Jody would want to be there."

"Charlie." Sam pointed out. "We could try and get a hold of Charlie."

"And Garth." Dean conceded. So there were more people on the guest list to invite. The hunter sighed. "Alright, let's make a party out of this." Dean offered a smile to Cas as they continued to walk toward the car. "The angel and I are getting hitched."