"Okay, goddammit!" Sam's outburst stunned the few guests who were already seated, "everyone, be quiet. Stay quiet. Where's Jack?"

The room became as silent as the grave as under the gazebo grew cooler from the breeze drifting into the open space. Somewhere at the back, Claire scuffled with someone, and then she pushed Jack forward, grinning.

"I'm…here", he said, standing up straight, dressed in a black tuxedo and bearing the rings captured in two velvet boxes on each palm with a wide smile.

"Good. Fine," Sam seemed so flustered, he did a double twirl around on the spot, and then darted through the flaps of blue and green curtains that were held together with gold sashes on the right side of the gazebo.

It was a job well done, in fact, one that had been spearheaded by Sam, Alex, Jody, Donna, and hesitantly Claire. The five of them had demanded that Cas and Dean stick to making choices on colors and flavors but everything else was put together by their expert hands.

From the beautiful arch guiding guests into the gazebo made of blue, green and gold balloons and woven together with gold ribbons. To the rows of chairs decorated in white with blue and green bows tied to the backs. Then there was the buffet consisting of peanut butter sandwiches and burgers. The fine Merlot. The cases of beer. And the main attraction, the Impala with a blue bow pinned on her nose and a green bow tied onto her trunk.

Everything was perfect thus far. The location was perfect right by a refreshing lake, surrounded by trees that swayed and leaves that rustled creating a nostalgic setting. And now, to try and calm his nerves, Sam inhaled deeply.

Just then, as he was drinking in the fresh air, Mala jogged towards him, dressed in a pretty white gown and a pair of black sneakers. On her face registered distress. And immediately, Sam removed himself from bracing on the post of the gazebo and he searched her brown eyes.

"Cas is ready," Mala said, out of breath. She clutched his shoulder and tried to regain her composure. "In fact, Cas is so ready, he's memorized his vows and everything. But your brother…"

Sam was worried now. The rumble of voices inside the gazebo climbed a little and then Jack shushed everyone. There was laughter that followed. "What's wrong with Dean now?"

"Well, he's locked himself in the guest room at the back of the Inn. Cas kept trying to get to him but he wouldn't open the door. Even I tried but he keeps asking for you."

"Shit," instantly, Sam took a hold of Mala's hand and both of them pelted towards the small building that was more of a cottage really than the likes of a small hotel.

By the time the two of them arrived by the door, Cas was pacing the patio, arms folded and a look of utter fear in his blue eyes. Although he looked dashing in his black tuxedo and blue shirt, his face spoke volumes.

He wasn't just terribly afraid. He was also panicking. And Cas never panicked. Not in the eleven years or more Sam had known him. When in doubt, Cas always found control and rode it. But now, he pleaded with Sam to aid the situation. To somehow force his way into the room where Dean was and to fix whatever it was that was going wrong.

"Has he said anything to you?" Sam asked softly, moving towards the door and knocking softly.

Cas gulped, shook his head and sighed. "The last time I saw Dean was yesterday before he went out into the town to enjoy his last night as a single man. Now I'm hoping that he doesn't have second thoughts because—"

"No way, Cas", Sam chuckled and patted his best friend's shoulder. "All he kept talking about even when he was high last night was you. Marrying you and everything else. Maybe it's just nerves."

Mala took a hold of Sam's right arm, tugged on it and jerked her chin at the door. "We've got to fix this now. People are waiting, remember?"

"Right." Composing himself, and standing up as stiff as a poker, Sam knocked twice. He waited, listened. "Dean? It's me, Sam. Let me in. Before I force my way in. And you know that I can break down this damn door if I—" he stopped when the lock clicked.

Slowly, the door inched open, welcoming him to enter. So, he did. But not before offering both Cas and Mala a look of uncertainty before disappearing into the depths of the unknown.

Sam found Dean standing in front of the window overlooking the gazebo. He was already dressed which was a good thing. If there was one person who could look damn good in a black suit, it was his brother. Sam never challenged that. Ever. And now, more than before, Dean looked fine as hell.

"What's wrong with you?" Sam thumped his brother affectionately on his back. "Huh? The best day of your life and you're locking yourself away? From Cas too?"

"I can't do it, Sammy," Dean said, hugging himself and staring out the window. The branches on the trees just beyond the window swayed in the light wind. "I can't."

"What do you mean, you can't do it?" No. Not now. Sam was beginning to lose his shit when he had been preparing for days alongside the rest of the gang to ensure that everything was perfect enough for his brother's big day. "Dude, this is your big win. You've wanted this for ages now."

Dean's chest heaved. He allowed his arms to fall to his sides. "But what if I screw up, Sammy? Huh? What if I go out there and then I can't even remember my vows? What if I embarrass myself in front of everyone?"

"I've actually tucked a copy of it in my pocket," Sam fished the folded paper from his breast pocket with a smile. Dean stared at him with wild admiration. "Come on, man. You know that I've got you. I've got your back."

"I'm nervous, Sam," Dean laughed, shaking his head. "Dammit, my hands are shaking. Look." He held out his splayed fingers and the younger Winchester smiled from understanding. "Suppose I forget where to stand or what to do or what to say?"

"Like I said…" Sam offered a look of confidence, "I've got you. Besides, when you get out there and you look at Cas, you're not going to be nervous anymore. The two of you might end up giggling like two fools. Cas is so worried about you, man. He's out there, shaking like a leaf just as you are. And he needs you the most right now. He needs to know that you're not having second thoughts about this. That you're not going to bail on him."

"I'm not going to…" Dean stared at his brother and then his green eyes flicked to the door. "Is that what he thinks? That I'm having second thoughts?"

"Yup," Sam shrugged.

"Even though we've just basically finalized adopting Delilah and Cindy? They're moving in with us in a week and he really thinks that I'm having second thoughts?"

"Well, it happens to the best of us, especially since you've locked yourself in here and refuses to talk to him. Come on, man. Let's get this over with. It's going on to 4 and people are getting flustered."

"Then let them wait, dammit," Dean squared his shoulder, fists clenched and he strode towards the door. Pulling it open, when he came face to face with Cas who sent him a bewildered look, Dean stepped back, and was stunned. The other man was neatly dressed, and smelled so damn good. "Wow," he gave Cas full scrutiny from head to toe and swallowed. "Just…"

"Dean, are you alright?" the angel asked, wringing his hands.

"I am now," the hunter admitted, his lips twitching into a small smile. "Dammit, Cas. You look…gorgeous, handsome, sexy, dashing, beautiful, perfect—"

"Can we move things along?" Mala asked, arms folded and shoes tapping impatiently. "The two of you can call each other all kinds of names later on when you're in bed."

"Just when I thought I liked you a lot," Dean smiled at her and then the four of them hurried towards the light music playing under the gazebo.

It was simply beautiful.

To finally feel the sort of comfortableness in being in the moment. In knowing that thus far, they had been through a journey that had provided so many ups and downs. Yet in between the wars and the hunting and losing each other, they had finally made it there.

In a moment that encompassed so much of love in Jody's eyes and admiration in Donna's face. Or the way Jack looked at Dean like he was the best father in the world. The way Claire gazed at Cas and couldn't help being overwhelmed by finally being adopted by the man she had always known to be her father. Dean was also the one person she loved and relied on the most and because of his disapproval of her girlfriend, she had felt hurt more than what she felt from Donna and Jody.

Now they were all a family.

She couldn't ignore the excitement rushing through her body after remembering the papers Dean and Cas has presented her with. Even though she was above the age of eighteen and didn't need to be adopted, the two of them had gone out of their way to 'claim' her as their daughter. They had said so many nice things to her that night. About how she was so kind and brave and so grown up already. They admired her willpower and wanted her to live with them in the bunker. And she had treasured those papers with their signatures at the bottom. It made her feel like she was finally belonged not just to Donna and Jody, but to Dean and Cas.

And Jack…

Well he was constantly pestering Claire with questions about hunting. Oftentimes she considered him to be the little brother she never truly had.

After offering their 'I do's', the only sound that filled the space was the wind gently brushing leaves and kissing the blinds.

Dean was exhilarated when he turned to face Cas and he gazed into those ocean eyes. The kind of eyes that drowned him. That tugged him into a place of comfort and love and the definition of home. And Cas…when Cas gazed at Dean, he melted over and over again.

"I remember the first time I met you," Dean was saying, his voice trembling but he never diverted his gaze. "I was…really and truly lost and then when you told me that you're the one who saved me, and you're an angel, I was like…what's this guy's deal?" there was laughter from a few people. "You became my best friend. I never had a best friend really. Never understood why Sam always found the need to rely on someone until I met you. Cas, over the years, you've saved me countless times. You've always come to me when I called you, even when I was being stubborn and completely useless…"

Cas laughed softly, and he reached out, took Dean's hands between his and bit his lips.

Immediately, the hunter gained enough composure to release his nerves. He felt calmer. "It took me ten years to admit to myself that I had always been in love with you. That when you risked your life for me and I was angry with you, I chose to hide behind the truth instead of accepting. All these years I always thought that I would never be standing here with someone, ready to give myself over to them forever. And here I am, ready to do that with you. Some people might say that I'm a lucky bastard because I'm getting to marry my best friend. But I call it fate. I've always known that we would be together forever. I've just never thought that we would fall in love along the way."

Sam was ugly crying in the back row. Claire nudged his shoulder and asked him to man up. He scowled at her.

"And lastly, I…" Dean gazed at their fingers entwined, "It is said that love makes the impossible possible. And I know that is true because it is impossible that an angel like you could come into my life and it is only love that makes it true. I want you to know that whenever you feel like you're not enough, that I think that you're enough. And I'm going to spend the rest of my life proving to you that you're enough. I love you, Cas," he was breathless when his cupped fingers caressed the angel's jawline.

Then slowly and with certainty, Dean plucked the ring from the box in Jack's grasp and he slipped it on Cas' finger. The room was so quiet, he wished his mother was there to witness the best moment of his life. He wished that she could finally get to see what she had really wanted. What she had predicted would happen.

When it was Cas' turn to read his vows, he couldn't help it. In fact, when Jody had bet Donna that Dean would be the one who would shed the tears, she now owed her wife a good chunk of money. Because Cas stumbled at first on his vows. Tears leaked out of his blue eyes and plopped onto his black jacket. But Dean steadied him. Dean kept their fingers entwined, rested their foreheads together and he smiled.

"I'm right here," he whispered so no one could hear. The warmth of his breath kissed the other man's lips. "Make everything else disappear and focus on me. I'm the one who needs to hear you. Not them. So tell me what you want to, Cas."

Nodding and smiling as Dean wiped away his tears with his thumb, Cas inhaled deeply. "I love you…with every beat of my heart. Every…breath in my body and my every thought and deed. I am…the luckiest man alive. Because you are the bravest, most hilarious, spectacular man anybody could ask for and here I am, asking if you'll be my husband. Aristotle once said 'love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies' and we search all our lives for that soul that is our other half. With you, I have found my other half, the one person who completes me."

Dean reached up and brushed a tear away from his cheek. He nodded, losing his breath. Sam had sunk down against the wall and his eyes were shining. Claire gave him a look of pity.

"I give you all that I am and pray that you take me as I am and will teach me every day to love you. I promise that throughout our years together, I will be true to you. I give you this ring…" Cas reached for Dean's left hand and held his gaze, "with the promise that I will be the best husband, man and father to our children as best as I can be with trust, love and devotion. I love you not only for what you are, but for what you make me. Complete. And the best version of myself."

Sam stood up, unfolded himself, eyes brimming with tears and he collected Claire in his arms, hugging onto her like an anchor.

"I now pronounce you as married," the familiar face of Garth beamed at the two of them. "You may kiss each other Mister and Mister Winchester."

Dean immediately tugged Cas into him by the waist and kissed him long and deep. Their hearts fluttered together. Their lungs emptied and their heads grew dizzy. And even when everyone applauded loudly, Sam being the loudest, Dean still kissed Cas like it was the first time.

Sharing their first dance together as a married couple was something that Cas could never have imagined would be so romantic and fairytale-like. He hadn't picked the song. Dean did, and when Elvis Presley's 'Can't Help Falling In Love' filled the gazebo, he allowed himself to be led onto the dance floor. And when Dean took him into his arms, hugging Cas with a wide grin instead of taking up formal positions, the angel melted like butter.

Cas couldn't believe how he could long for Dean, how he could want him so much more than before like the way his body craved for him in that moment. He was enveloped in so much warmth, gathered so close in Dean's arms, that he erased everything and everyone around them and buried his face into the hunter's neck. And they swayed slowly together. They savored the moment of holding each other so close. Of needing each other the most. Until the song was over, they still didn't let go.

"Party mode!" Jody suddenly cried out, as she pumped the air with her fist.

Garth suddenly slipped behind the music console and fitted himself into the role of the DJ, hitting the beats instantly. And everyone followed, even Jack who didn't really know how to dance but was doing a fine job of mimicking a bird flapping its wings to 'Dance Monkey'.

Claire collected Alex, twirled her on the spot and she began to compete with Jack's entertaining moves. The two of them caught everyone's attention for a good while and Cas, holding onto Dean, brushed his lips against the other man's right cheek and longed for him more than he ever could. The two of them danced with each other, everyone else fading away slowly until the party was in full swing and night was falling. Then they joined Sam and Mala at a table in the corner.

"Gosh," Mala said dabbing ketchup off of Sam's chin, "you two," she smiled at Dean and Cas, "are the most adorable couple ever. Sexiest couple too. Your vows turned this one…" she squeezed the taller Winchester's shoulder, "into a ball of mush. He was melting like the wicked witch on the floor."

"In my defense, I've always dreamed of this day," Sam said proudly.

"Yeah, but ugly crying…" Mala shrugged.

"I'm a man of steel," Sam smiled.

"More like a mushy John Wick right now."

"I'll have you know…" Sam said defensively, "that John Wick was mushy when he lost his dog. He's even cried a few times."

"When?" Mala folded her arms.

Dean and Cas acted as silent speculators, obviously impressed by the banter between the two. Yet beneath the table, Cas' hand was trailing a pathway between Dean's thighs…boldly. And Dean was thoroughly enjoying the feel of those sure fingers.

"So, Cindy and Delilah, huh?" Mala's focus on them suddenly caused the older Winchester to startle in his seat, as if he had been caught in the guiltiest act ever, although Cas continued to dance his fingers across the front of Dean's pants.

"The meeting last week went well," the angel smiled and appeared remarkably composed. "They're really thrilled with the idea of moving out of the orphanage and in with us."

"I heard that the two of you did over their room all by yourself," Mala was impressed.

Cas nodded. "Fairytale themed as requested by the two of them. Thanks to Sam, they now own every Disney fairytale book with colorful illustrations."

"Also the DVDs," Dean suddenly found his voice, clearing his throat afterwards. "But reading first before the movie. Although they probably watched those films already."

"It's good that they have a father who is quite obsessed with Disney movies as much as they will be," Cas smiled at Mala. "He's watched Frozen at least five times."

"Six," Dean corrected.

"He's even named the cat we got last week after the freaking snowman," Sam shook his head at Mala.

"And Nemo is arriving next two weeks, a tabby," Cas announced proudly.

"Oh how the family continues to grow," Mala shook her head and laughed. "By the time you two are done, you'll have a football team."

Wrapping his arm around Dean, Cas tugged him nearer and pressed a kiss onto the other man's right cheek.

"See that?" Mala scowled at Sam. "That's so romantic, the way they kiss and hold onto each other. You would rather hold onto your salad than me. And I'm a meal all by myself."

Dean snorted, "that's it. I like you even more now."

"Hey, back off," Sam dramatically plastered a scowl on his face, chewing still, "she's mine. Cas, control your husband."

Everyone laughed.

By the time the married couple was ready to depart, everyone was fed, drunk and they all drifted towards the Impala. Then when Claire had to properly convince Jack that Dean and Cas were not leaving for good, he embraced that and calmed down. And after bundling themselves into the car, after hugging everyone and thanking them for sharing the best moment of their lives, Dean and Cas drove off into the night.

"Where are they headed again?" Alex asked Sam who was swaying from soaking up too much champagne.

"To a wonderful hotel in Texas where Dean will live out his cowboy dreams of riding the most prized horse in the lineup."

"What the…" Alex was so stunned, and Claire laughed so hard, that Jody and Donna drifted over.

"What's happening here?" Mala came to join them.

"Oh nothing," Alex tried to bite in her laughter whilst Claire clung to her, doubling over. Sam swayed on the spot even more, gazing up at the moon as if it was the most beautiful thing that he ever saw.