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Dean looked around the bar, still trying to figure out how he had gotten there. Yes, he was in Wisconsin because of work, but why had he agreed to go out with guys from high school that he barely even remembered. He was sure he had classes with some of them at some point, but other than Garth, he had to be reintroduced. He supposed it was so that Castiel could go out and have a good time without having to worry about him.

Castiel. Dean thought. He was…an interesting character. More interesting than most of the people that Dean…accompanied to high school reunions, funerals, even Mothers' Day celebrations. This had been his first wedding though. There was just something about Castiel that made Dean say yes. He'd been next to Meg at her desk when he'd called and heard his voice. It was gruff and deep and there was still a hint of innocence. There was something there that sounded like hope. Hope that maybe things would get better with this weekend.

Then when he saw him? Dean knew he was done for. He had sex hair, and blue eyes that made the sky seem dull. Dean knew that this weekend, if he could make it happen, he'd be giving Castiel certain things that he would normally charge extra for.

"So, Dean, what is that you do now?" A guy that had been in Dean's Algebra asked.

"I'm a mechanic." Dean responded naturally. That was his go to. Sometimes he was a writer, sometimes a banker, but the mechanic one wasn't technically a lie. He partly owned a garage with his uncle just outside of Chicago.

"You were always good at shop. I remember that." The guy responded as he took a drink of his beer. Garth had disappeared with two other guys, but Dean was content sitting at the bar.

"Yeah, it's a pretty good living." The two continued to make small talk until Garth came back up. He was clearly pretty drunk and was going to need help getting home.

"Dean, we all wanna know. How'd ya end up with a stiff like Castiel? I mean, weren't you like THE ladies' man in high school? How'd ya…ya know?" Dean smiled and chuckled to himself, sipping at his whiskey before answering.

"Well, we met at a coffee shop. I was sitting down in my usual chair, just taking the fifteen minutes before I head to the shop to have to myself." Dean suddenly saw it in his mind's eye, as if it had really happened that way. "I noticed him when he came in, but didn't want to say anything. You know? It's kinda weird to just hit on somebody." Dean looked around and noticed that not just the wedding party was listening to him, but some of the bar patrons. "So, I was sort of watching him, pretending not to, and then I noticed him coming closer and closer until I suddenly saw that he was practically on top of me," Dean tried not to picture Castiel literally on top of him, "and then I felt hot coffee in my lap." Everybody gasped, but Dean laughed. "He turned so red and was so apologetic that I felt a little bad for him. He told me he would pay for dry-cleaning and this and that and then I told him that wouldn't be necessary if he would go out on a date with me. Well that just made him blush more and he stuttered out a yes and here we are." Dean didn't even need to remember to smile. He had been smiling the whole time. When had he started feeling like that? When had the fake backstory become so perfect that Dean could picture it as though it had actually happened? And when in the hell did Dean WANT it to be real?

"Wow, look at you, man. You almost look as love struck as Garth here." A man Dean didn't know, but was pretty sure his name was Russ, slapped Garth on the back. Dean chuckled and finished off his whiskey.

"I wouldn't go that far, but maybe someday. Garth, buddy," Dean slid Garth's arms around his shoulders, "let's get you home." Garth looked like he wanted to nod, but he threw up instead.

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Castiel bought another round of shots at the bar and brought them over to the table.

"Yay! Thank you, honey!" Bess exclaimed. She grabbed a glass and waited for everybody else to hold them up.

"To Bess and Garth," One of the bridesmaids smiled. Everybody echoed here and threw back the drinks.

"Okay, now!" Bess turned towards Castiel. "You need to tell us more about Dean."

"Like what?" Castiel asked. He knew that he was probably not going to remember most of this tomorrow.

"Well, what does he do?"

"How did you meet?" One woman asked.

"Where can I get one?" Another asked, earning her giggles from some of the other girls.

"Dean is a mechanic." Castiel thought back to him talking about the car and figured that Dean knew enough about cars to pass as a mechanic.

"Are you sure?" Bess narrowed her eyes.

"Wh…what do you mean? Of course I am."

"Well I need to move to Chicago because all the mechanics around here are ugly and have a beer gut." Bess and the girls laughed. Castiel laughed too, but it was mostly to let out nervous energy.

"We met at a coffee shop. He was sitting in a chair when I walked in," Castiel thought he should add some details. "I noticed he was in jeans and he was…well you've seen him. Gorgeous." Castiel could see Dean sitting in the morning light streaming in, hitting Dean's hair as he read the paper and drank coffee. And for some reason, not at some café. He was seeing Dean with bed head, in a t-shirt and boxers at the bar in his kitchen. Castiel tried to chase that thought away. Dean wouldn't want that with somebody like Castiel. However, the thought stayed in Castiel's mind as he continued. "I was watching him more than where I was going and I dropped my coffee all over him. I, of course, started blushing and apologizing profusely. He smiled at me and laughed it off, saying I could make it up to him with a date. I was so flustered that I agreed and I almost forgot to get his information." Bess was smiling wide and the other girls were grinning too. "What?"

"Nothing. It's just, great to see you so happy again."

"Do I seem happy?" Castiel asked. Bess nodded vigorously.

"Castiel, I've known you for a long time, but I think that this is happiest I've seen you. You seem lighter even. You…I'm just so happy for you. And that kiss you two had before you left?" Castiel blushed. "Seriously, I almost feel bad for Gabriel when you get home. Almost." Bess laughed.

"I wouldn't. Do you know how much I heard when I was in high school?" Castiel and Bess laughed, enjoying the rest of the night. Castiel kept taking shots and was drinking beers. He knew that he wasn't exactly sober when the night ended. In fact, he was feeling so good, he walked out to the ATM just outside the bar and withdrew money from his savings.

At the end of the night, one of the girls that hadn't been drinking, drove everybody home. Castiel was dropped off at the same time Dean's black car came pulling into the drive way.

"Good night, Castiel. Don't you dare be late to my wedding!" Bess called as Castiel shut the door.

"Well hi there." Dean smiled as he got out of the car. Castiel walked over, grabbed Dean by his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss.