"Stop doing that!" Sam repeated for the third time in the last ten minutes, swatting his hand away from the papillon

"It's crooked!" Dean replied, clearing his throat, not even hunts ever made him this nervous.

"No it's not, now stop fidgeting with it" Sam insisted, adjusting his brother's jacket, lowering his voice and trying to suppress a laugh. He'd never seen Dean so nervous, it was hilarious and adorable at the same time

"Bitch" Dean growled.

"Jerk" Sam snickered.

They stayed quiet for a minute. Then

"Where is he? It's late" Dean grumbled, letting his eyes wonder on the small crowd that was already seated on plastic chairs, tastefully decorated with blue and green roses. Not exactly something that grew in nature, since a bush had suddenly sprouted in a corner of the bunker three days before. So that's why they knew that was Jack's gift to them.

"Dean" Sam sighed, this time without holding back the irritated but affectionate smile that blossomed on his lips "the wedding is at eleven. It's ten fifty five. He'll be here"

"But.."

"What? Already panicking?" a nasal teenage voice forced them to turn. Claire walked up to them, the flower basked empty, a trail of petals behind her. She was wearing her hair down in soft curls, and a light blue full skirt dress that made her look almost angelic. Of course her signature heavy winged eyeliner was ever present, but Dean still couldn't believe she had accepted Cas request to be the flower girl.

"Wow you almost look normal" he remarked, trying to speak with a normal tone of voice

"And you totally look like Bing Crosby" she replied fast, cocky as always, before going to stand next to Donna, who was nervously repeating the words for the ceremony. Dean had asked her to officiate. His eyes scanned the small crowd once again. It was weird, to see so many butchered hunters dressed so nice. He couldn't even remember if he'd ever seen Jody in a dress, but there she was, sitting in the front row next to Alex, Patience and Kaia, waving at him when their eyes met briefly. Garth and his family were sitting on the row behind them. He smiled fondly, without being able to stop the small twist in his gut as he thought of all the people who he would've wanted there. Bobby would've been proud of him. His mother, would've looked beautiful. Charlie would've made the best discourse. Hell even Rowena and Crowley. Dean would have never admitted it but he had chosen Craig - aged thirty years of course - for their toast in honour of that son of a bitch.

He looked again, but the person he wanted to see was nowhere to be found.

He had proposed to Cas a week after they'd managed to rescue him from the Empty. They were laying in bed - well.. they almost always were, poor Sam had to learn the hard way not to run into Dean's room gun blazing every time he heard a scream - next to each other, Dean's head pillowed on Cas shoulder, one arm swung over his body, the angel fingers softly grazing up and down his forearm. Dean loved those moments. Because yes the sex was amazing - the best he ever had, and he had had a lot - but those moments, the closeness, just hearing Cas's solid presence and warmth against him, his breath and heartbeat, his strong and protective embrace. Dean had never experienced it before. Because with the girls he had to be the strong macho man, and with the few men... well their encounters had never been as nice or as long. So he loved that part, so much he'd actually admitted it to Cas, the third day of his return. They were undressing each other, hastily, and between kisses and moans he had admitted that more than the sex that night he was looking forward to next part. Cas had stopped immediately, slowly pushing him away, not too far but enough to look at him in the eyes.

"Dean" the angel had said, his voice gravelly but steady "we don't have to make love for us to cuddle. We can just do that".

Of course Dean had gone fifty shades of red, the words "make love" making him choke on air. He'd been butt naked - literally - in front of that man and still hearing the love and tenderness with which he'd spoken had rendered him unable to think for several minutes. They had ended up spooning that night - of course Dean grumbled and complained when Cas embraced him from behind, complaining that he was supposed to be the 'big spoon', but his resolve had died shortly, his whole body melting in Cas strong arms, his nose nuzzling now and then on his neck. Dean had never fallen asleep so quickly. Not sober at least.

That's why the words had come to him so naturally, as he followed the movement of his own fingers that tapped rhythmically on Cas ribcage.

"We should get married"

The angel had gone really still, and as the minutes went by and he didn't reply Dean had started to freak out. He'd pushed himself in a position high enough to see his face. Cas looked possibly ecstatic, his eyes shiny and moist.

"Are you sure?" the angel had whispered carefully, almost afraid that he'd heard wrong, eliciting the biggest smile Dean had ever had on his face

"Cas, yes. I know it's just a formality and I'm not exactly marriage material but -" his words had been caught off by Cas lips, his hand sneaking on the back of Dean's head to push him down. Dean had smiled in the kiss, forcing himself away from it using all the will power that he had left.

"Will you let me finish, for once that I'm trying to be romantic?" he'd snickered, gently stroking away Cas happy tears "I love you".

Three days later and the wedding was ready, thanks to an over enthusiastic Sam - "Finally! Do you know how many years I had to suffer because of you two!" - and Jody incredibly strong willingness to give them the her backyard. All the girls had helped with the decorations - Claire growling for the whole time but they'd discovered she was more easy to coax if they let Kaia ask her to do stuff.

And now it was eleven o'clock and Dean couldn't stop scratching his arm.

"Dude, stop! You're gonna ruin the jacket" Sam scolded him again, full on chuckling

"Why is he not here!" Dean replied, not caring at all that his whispers sounded strained and panicky

"He will be any minute so here" Sam continued, slyly looking around and then moving closer to his brother, that was more fidgety than a flipper ball "as per tradition something old" he continued, slipping in Dean's front pocket the crafted version of the Samulet those girls had made for their play, "something new" he grabbed Dean's wrist, clicking on a silver bracelet, and at his brother eyebrow raised he explained "it's made from an angel blade. My gift to you. An lastly" he finished, stuffing an old and tattered baseball cap in his internal pocket "something borrowed. It was Bobby's. Garth Idea. He wants it back tho"

Dean wide eyes moved to the crowd, meeting Garth's. The lycanthrope smiled brightly, waving at him before looking back at the kid in his lap.

Dean felt overwhelmed, so of course he ruffled his feathers

"What the hell dude, that's for brides!" he complained, not doing anything however to remove the objects

"Also Sam is still missing something" a low gruffy voice replied, making him twirl not without a little jump. Cas was smiling at him in his classic black suit, so brightly his eyes seemed to sparkle. They looked so blue in the sun, almost unreal, and the annoyed tone Dean wanted to use for being startled once again got drowned in them

"Cas I told you, don't sneak up on me" he breathed out but Cas didn't answer, instead reached around his neck with his hands

"You still need something blue Dean"

When he retrieved them a small vial was hanging from his neck, grace twisting and dancing inside of it.

Dean felt a rock lodge in his throat. He'd promised himself he wasn't gonna cry but he was getting close to it, he could feel his eyes burning. He licked his lips

"Cas no..."

"Dean, I love you. I want to grow old with you. I know it will be safe in your hands. I love you" he repeated, and Dean believed him. Not that he didn't all the other times Cas has said those three words to him - he had a way of drilling them into his soul, making him feel the power of that statement in his bones. But in that moment, they felt different. They felt like a promise.

"I love you too" he managed to reply, croaky, and was glad when Donna approached them to start the ceremony.

They did not say vows. Dean had forbidden them for two reasons. He knew he wasn't good with words. And he knew that Cas would've come up with some poetic dissertation about Dean's soul, and he had no intention of starting to bawl in front of fifteen people.

"So by virtue of the authority vested in me I now pronounce you husband and husband. You can kiss" Donna finally declared, grinning from ear to ear.

Dean smiled, taking a step forward when Cas held up his hands to stop him, suddenly a serious expression painted on his face. His heart raced

"What Cas?"

"Dean we talked about it. Personal space" the other replied lowering his arms at the dumbfounded expression on his husband face, a playful twinkle in his eyes

"You son of a bitch" Dean glowered, grabbing him by the white button down collar to crush their lips together, the cheers of the crowd drowned out by his own happiness.