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Chapter 7
"Cas, get your ass in this car or I'm marrying someone else in New York!" Dean yelled up to the apartment, checking his watch and seeing five PM. He tapped his foot impatiently; Castiel had been running back and forth nervously between the car and the house for the last half hour, making sure every single thing he might ever possibly need if they freaking moved to New York was in the car. It was grating on Dean's nerves to say the least.
"Sorry! I didn't want to forget anything for Marshall!" he called, locking the door tight and leading the wolfhound to the car slowly. Marshall was getting on in years, and Dean didn't want to think of what would happen if they came back to him dead. He was going to stay with Gabe and Sam for the weekend, seeing as they had a fenced in yard and a nice porch he could relax on. Dean patted the enormous dog's head and earned a quiet woof as he stepped up into the back seat of the car. Cas strapped into the passenger side, buzzing with barely restrained excitement. As soon as Dean ducked into the driver side he was tackled with a kiss.
"Oh my god, we are really doing this? DO YOU HAVE THE TICKETS!" he shrieked, throwing out a hand. Dean laughed and drove away quickly, not giving Cas the chance to run back in the flat.
"Of course I do, angel now calm down!" Cas took a breath and laid his hand over Dean's on his lap, staring out the window worrying his lip. When they pulled into the other couple's house half an hour later Marshall happily plodded out and onto the wide cottage porch, laying down immediately at Gabe's feet. The small man laughed gaily and reached down to pat the old mongrel affectionately. Sam came to the car after extracting himself from Gabriel's arms and took the duffel bag of food and bowls and a list of instructions for watching Marshall from Castiel with a grin.
"Don't worry, Cas, he'll be in great hands here and it's only a couple days," he reassured, pulling the slender man in for a brotherly hug.
"Get back in here you little skank!" Dean laughed out the window, making Cas blush for the first time in years and scuttle back to the car after one last wary look at Marshall who was already asleep by Gabe. They all waved goodbyes and the engaged duo departed, headed on their next big adventure.
~0~0~
Dean pulled into –of course- the Plaza Hotel, handing off the key to the Impala to a valet and stacking their few bags on a trolley. They had booked the Honeymoon Suite overlooking Central Park. The room had a huge, heavy canopy over the bed, gold filigree on everything; it looked like a royal bedroom from a movie, and it was all theirs for the weekend. Cas basically hung out the window drinking in the sights before Dean could get a hand on him.
"Easy angel, we're twelve floors up! Don't want you to go falling out before we're hitched and that tasty life insurance policy comes my way, would we?" He laughed and winked at Castiel's imminent scowl, unpacking some clothes for dinner that night. "Why don't we get ready and -oof!" he thudded back onto the bed, a squirming warm body on top of him. Castiel laughed like a kid and carded his fingers through Dean's hair, pulling his face up for a deep kiss.
"Why don't we work up an appetite, tiger?" he teased, his fingers disappearing under the waistband of Dean's jeans as his tongue darted out to trace the fullness of his bottom lip. Dean moaned at the sensation, his hands wandering over Cas's back to tug off his shirt and kick down his obnoxious faded red pants. Cas had gone retro today, reminding Dean of how beautiful he was back in college, with his skinny jeans in every color and loose v-neck shirts and oversized shoes and sunglasses. It made his mouth water, those memories being so close. Dean gently flipped the two, centering Cas on the mattress beneath him and deepening the kiss, spreading Cas's thighs wide as he settled his pelvis between them on the bed.
"Castiel," he murmured against lust-warmed skin, scraping his teeth along the lean muscle and clamping over his left nipple. The smaller man gasped, arching into the bite rather than twitching away.
"Hmm?" he managed, tucking his hands behind his head to keep them 'bound' in his own way.
"Would you like to play first?" he asked, leaning over the edge of the bed and rifling through his bag.
"What?" Cas asked, paying attention now. Dean brought back up a silk eye mask and a small vibrator bullet with a bottle of heated lube. He watched Dean bite into his bottom lip and nodded feverishly. "How do you want me?" he asked shyly. Dean smirked and tugged him over by his wrist until he was laying flat on his stomach, a pillow tucked under his groin for support.
Castiel shivered with goose bumps as he felt Dean crawl over him, never touching his skin until he slid the mask into place over his eyes and led his hands to grip the top side of the pillow top mattress in the gap between the headboard and bed. He shivered as Dean trailed soft kisses down the center of his spine, licking at the bone shafts of his ink wings and alternating the soft caresses with sharp bites on the outer feathers, never giving the smaller man the craved sensation of the touch of skin on skin; not yet.
Dean spread his lover's cheeks, lapping lazily at his tight entrance before edging a thumb into it, moving in and out before pulling out and eating the man out more thoroughly. He gripped Cas's thighs hard enough to leave marks, relishing in the sounds presently coming out of his fiancée. He pulled back with a whimper from Castiel, prodding the man to raise his hips a bit so that he could pull his filling cock between his legs on the pillow, trapped for Dean's ravishing.
Without warning and after a moment of making Cas wait, Dean licked a stripe from the tip of Cas's cock, swiping away the bead of pre-cum before the pillow caught it, to his anus, laving over his balls and making Cas all but scream into the sheets. He was twitching with the need for release, writhing against the pillow for friction on his distended cock.
Dean picked up the bullet vibrator, pressing the trigger button and turning it on high.
"Ah," Cas cried out weakly into the comforter as Dean pressed the vibration against his trapped cock, nuzzling the tender head with it. He deftly tucked the bullet under his cock between it and the pillow, so that it was trapped there sending vibrations shooting straight to his groin while Dean worked his mouth against that puckered hole. He smiled at the sound and hummed, making Castiel arch his back, bowing into the pillow tucked beneath him. He keened loudly as Dean worked both thumbs into his anus, spreading his wide to flick his tongue deep within. Finally he gave up playing nice.
"Dean I swear to GOD if you do not fuck me I'm going to hold you down and ride you myself!" he writhed against Dean's face, the larger man talking the challenge and flopping onto his back next to Cas with a smile, tucking his hands behind his head and waiting. Cas eyed him devilishly, swiping a small pink tongue over his lips as he crawled across to straddle Dean.
"You ass," he whispered, reaching back to take a hold of Dean's cock as it bumped against his ass and lined it up with his entrance. He was spit-slick and ready, so he sank back on Dean fully in one move, making the man beneath him arch up and cry out from the sudden envelopment of warmth on his painfully aroused member.
"Christ! Move!" he coughed, thrusting up a bit to egg on his rider. Cas laughed and wriggled his ass, grinding down hard before rolling his hips.
A few minutes later, Dean jumped when the vibrating bullet landed on his balls, making them draw up dangerously. "Ca-Cas no, I'm gonna-" he shook hard from his orgasm, spilling into Cas with a loud groan, his whole body trembling form the wakes of the climax.
"You bastard, now I have to find other means of coming," Cas scoffed as he climbed off of Dean, rolling him over and pouring a thin line of lube down his crack. He did the same to his cock and rubbed the oil in, pressing two fingers inside of Dean as the man quaked again, too blessed out to care what Cas was doing. His head snapped up when Castiel sank into him, thrusting slow and steady to bring himself to climax in his own way. Dean lay there and took it, just feeling.
He jumped when Cas leaned down and bit his shoulder gently, trailing soft biting kisses all across his shoulders and neck. Dean felt his pace quicken and he sighed heavily when a warmth pooled inside of him, his soon-to-be husband slumping against his back satisfied.
They lay there for a short time before Dean glanced at the clock, seeing it near 9 PM. "Do you want to go out for a bite or order in?" he asked Cas who moaned in response. Dean slapped his ass hard and scurried away from the retaliating blow. "Let's get cleaned up and go out!" he shouted, turning on the shower water and climbing in. a few minutes later Cas crawled in next to him and they rinsed off their mutual fluids, passing affectionate swipes of a soaped up loofah over each other's bodies before getting out and ready for a night on the town.
A bit later the couple found themselves at Planet Hollywood in Times Square, looking in all the museum-like cases at old movie props and eating some pretty good food. They walked out, deciding to check out the shops for a bit before they closed for the night, finally retreating back to the hotel room where they slept peacefully on the enormous bed, exhausted from the drive and excitement.
~0~0~
Saturday morning came without further ado. They were giggly in their excitement; Dean had already made a reservation at the courthouse a long time ago, when he got the tickets from Katarzyna in fact.
"Come on darling, we go at five! Then we are off to the show after," Dean woke Castiel up with a tackle, kissing him all over until he laughed and shoved him away. They ate a leisurely breakfast, ordering room service.
"Let's go on the Hudson ferry or something, I want to explore the city today before we go!" Castiel chimed in, placing their room service trays back on the trolley and pushing it into the hall for pick-up. Dean checked the time, reading 9 am, so they had several hours before the wedding at 5. He called the ferry tour business, booking them for an 11:00 tour as Castiel sank down next to him back on the bed, teasing his collarbone with his tongue.
"Ye-yes ma'am, thank you," Dean rushed to hang up, shooting a glare at Cas who laughed and tried to scramble away from him quickly. It was to no avail, and he was soon pinned to the mattress, Dean sitting on his chest tickling him relentlessly. "Come on, get up and get dressed! We have a booking at eleven for the tour you wanted," he huffed, rolling off of Castiel who lay there catching his breath for a moment before sidling to the shower. Dean shrugged into some jeans and a green t-shirt, strapping on his boots and a jacket before Cas came out with his wild hair poking up in every direction. He fought to smooth it down in vain, managing to smooth the sides into submission but not the top, letting it stay up in a faux-hawk. Dean watched him silently as he slipped into faded red chinos and a light blue t-shirt, stepping into a worn pair of converse and pulling on a charcoal cardigan. He looked amazing, and Dean was happy that very shortly he would be his forever. Castiel smiled back at him, tugging on the shirt as he felt Dean's eyes trace the feathers poking out of the v-neck of the shirt, curving around his collar bones delicately.
Dean held out a hand, making a grabby-motion at him. He smiled and walked into Dean's open arms, feeling them wrap around his torso tightly in a hug. Dean pulled his head back after a moment to press his lips to Cas' firmly, making him blush.
"Come on, let's walk through Central Park and see Strawberry Fields on the way down to the docks." Cas nodded against his neck, kissing him lightly before taking his hand and following dean out of the room and across the street to Central Park.
The most amazing feeling was that they were not looked strangely at for holding hands in the Park. No one glanced twice or made a face, and they crossed the paths of several other gay couples who nodded at them politely and continued on. They saw the IMAGINE homeless man who made the art on Lennon's memorial, took pictures left and right, and finally made their way to the ferry at the docks.
"I love you so much, Dean Winchester," Cas murmured, kissing his almost-husband on the deck of the ferry. Dean smiled and returned the chaste peck.
"I love you too. Still going to become a Winchester?" he asked playfully. Cas nodded with a smile, toying with the ring on his finger. "Not getting cold feet on me are you?" Dean asked, noticing the motion.
"Of course not Dean, not after five years together and not even a lick of trouble between us. I just can't believe that it's really happening it all." He smiled, looking out over the Hudson looking serene.
After the tour, having seen the statue of Liberty and touring Ellis Island, they had a late lunch at Tavern on the Green. It was a delicious meal, and after they took pictures outside in the garden with the giant bush-animal sculptures. It was nearing three, so they went back through the Park to the hotel, changing into suits and ties, Cas shrugging into a trench-overcoat and tugging at his blue tie before Dean huffed and straightened it again. Castiel pocketed the ring he had for Dean, taking a deep breath and Dean's hand.
"You ready, angel?" he asked, making sure he had the Broadway tickets, putting a charcoal pea coat on over his suit coat. Cas nodded, feeling the anxiety bubbling under the surface. He was so excited about finally making Dean officially his and his alone; putting a ring on his finger and making it legal. They walked out and caught a cab to the courthouse; bated breath and silence filled the car on the journey.
Once there they checked in, waiting in line with their marriage certificate in hand. Castiel was bouncing his leg impatiently, wanting to marry this idiot already and go on to see Katarzyna on the Big Stage. Finally their name was called and they went in on solid legs, neither of them regretting their commitment for a second.
In a phrase, it was quick and dirty. They went in, said very perfunctory vows and signed the marriage license. Cas slipped the white gold ring on Dean's finger as a man went to make them a copy of the certificate, and the judge declared them legally married. Dean was beaming, leaning forward to kiss Cas who was silent and trying to hold back tears of joy. The man returned with their copy, and they left for Times Square and for Broadway.
The newlyweds piled into a cab breathless, smiles lighting up the back seat. Dean twisted the ring on his finger, looking at it with glee. Castiel laughed and leaned over, practically tackling him into the seat with a kiss and hug. The cabbie simply stared out the window, waiting until they gave him a direction to head to.
"Sorry, dir. We are heading to Broadway please." Dean managed to sit upright again, tucking Castiel in beside him. "We just got married," he added, making the cabbie smile and congratulate them.
They arrived at the theater and Dean pulled out the tickets, handing Castiel his Lanyard with the VIP nametag handing off it. They were directed to box 2, directly to stage right and just above it. the seats were amazing, and they had the box to themselves.
The show started about half an hour after they arrived. Dean and Cas watched the other viewers file in, filling the huge room in a short time, the other boxes filling with numerous couples. The orchestra was down below, tuning their instruments and running over random lines of music. A sudden still filled the room, and Cas sat up straight from where he had been leaning against his husband.
The conductor came up on his little platform and welcomed everyone to the Broadway Theater, kicking up the band with a few taps, and the actors filed onstage to introduce themselves with a bow or curtsey.
The opera started, Jean Valjean in prison and his escape. Cas gasped and hung out of the box when Katarzyna came onto the stage as the role of Fantine. She was thinner than she had been in school; significantly so. Her hair was now dark, almost black, but those blue eyes shone even from the stage. As she sang so beautifully, she cast a glance around the audience, resting on their box. Castiel let out a breath when she aimed at them a surreptitious wink on her left side so that the audience didn't see. Dean grinned and relaxed, taking in the show with eager ears.
When the part came for her to sing the headliner song, "I Dreamed a Dream," Cas smacked a hand over his mouth when she brought the entire audience to tears in a matter of a minute, looking so small and beaten on stage. Her dress was in tatters, as was the soul she was portraying. Valjean came to her rescue, and she died a few sad minutes later. Cas looked over to Dean and saw tears streaming, the emotions of the day and of the opera finally catching up with him. They watched the rest of the play, and Cas was dying for the epilogue for Fantine to come back on stage again.
After the uprising, and the wedding of Cossete and Marius, Valjean went to die in a convent for the peace. Fantine came out as a ghost to comfort and guide Valjean to Heaven. Once again Cas held his mouth as her voice pierced his soul, capturing his full attention. He missed her so much, and she was but a reach away!
They stood and clapped vigorously as the final note was struck by the full cast, all coming back together in the afterlife to sing the song for the Revolution. The entire audience was on their feet cheering loudly, but Katarzyna had eyes for nowhere but box 2.