Castiel swallowed.
Today was the day. Today was the day he'd accomplish a goal, something he'd always been curious about, but knew he'd never get to.
Until now.
Dean was surprisingly supportive. Not that he didn't expect his friend to be, but Dean had seemed honored when Castiel asked him to stand beside him. Sam, on the other hand, was a bit more concerned when Meg asked him to stand beside her.
It was a small ceremony; neither of them had many friends outside Sam and Dean, and they didn't want to do anything too extravagant.
But neither of them had experienced a this before, and so Cas was surprised when she wanted the traditional ceremony.
He also hadn't seen her all day.
Concerned, earlier, he almost panicked, afraid that Meg had decided to cancel on him, but Dean helpfully assured him it was normal, that it was tradition, which helped soothe Cas's worried soul.
Soul, strange to have a soul.
"Castiel…"
It was the voices again. He heard them from time to time, usually when he was alone but now he could hear them as the tiny church readied for the wedding.
Go away.
"Cas…you need to wake up."
I am awake.
"Cas please"
Don't ruin this day.
They never fully responded to him, and there were nights he often tried to communicate to them,but not today.
Not on my day.
And then he heard the music, and watched her walk in.
Castiel had always considered her beautiful, even when he saw her true face under her stolen skin. But he'd grown accustomed to her face, her essence, and now he was amazed at how she looked.
He'd been wondering where Sam had been taking her the past month.
When she stepped off beside him felt his stomach drop. Nervousness again, his most hated emotion.
"Get him up!"
The ceremony seemed to pass like wildfire, and next thing he knew he found himself in the backseat of the Impala, drunk, tired, and kissing his new wife.
"Hey, knock it off back there!" Dean hissed, afraid for his precious car as Castiel started kiss her harder.
"Jesus Dean we're not fucking," Meg muttered when she finally managed to get Castiel off her for a minute. "Not yet anyway."
"That's nasty."
Dean dropped them off at a hotel Castiel had booked, Dean barking orders on how to get back home the next morning and Castiel too focused on Meg's breasts to listen to him prattle on anymore.
Which was why it seemed they progressed faster than usual, he was already in the room before he knew it.
"You wouldn't touch me for weeks before this and then you get drunk and hitched and now you're all over me?" Meg asked as Cas helped her from her dress, she was a bit less drunk than he but overall the alcohol had a tipsy effect on her as well. She hadn't felt that in a very, very long time.
"I was unsure how you would receive me," Castiel pressed his face on her chest, her clavical just under his nose. "You're unpredictable."
"That's how I roll," for some reason that made Castiel slightly uncomfortable, but Cas banished it.
"Cure…get…cure!" the voices stated again as Castiel lowered Meg on the bed.
"Shame," Meg mused as she slid down Castiel's trousers the ex-angel helping her absently with a blind hand. "You look nice in a bowtie. Should have traded that in for the tie years ago."
There was something powerful in sharing this with her; they'd had sex before but somehow it was something completely new, completely human.
The alcohol wasn't a helper anymore, it was a hender, Castiel was starting to get that tired feeling. Meg, on her part, was amused by it.
"What's the matter, Clarence? Ain't got your-oh," she breathed when he slid into her, his blue eyes shut as he racked against her, his face planted in the nape of her neck.
Meg gasped as she felt his hands trail down to her upper thigh, herlegs seeming to instantly wrap around his back.
"Sam!"
Ignoring the frantic voices he was hearing again, Castiel shifted all his attention on Meg, feeling her under him and feeling the cut of her nails on his back. He wouldn't be able to heal those wounds anymore, and he doubted he'd ever want to.
He felt happy for the first time in a long, long time. Since I thought I was going to save Heaven…
"Jesus, Cas," Meg sad suddenly.
"Not exactly, though maybe better."
—
He awoke, for the first time in a long time, rested.
He was flat on his back with Meg on his chest, and absently he was scratching at the purple swell she left on hi neck.
All and all, he was delighted with his life.
And there's still a little bit more left of it…