Day 26: Getting Married

Title: Drowning In Blue

Summary: On their wedding day, Dean is wracked with nerves. Castiel soothes him in the only way he can think of.

Notes: I haven't really looked over this since I have to go to bed early tonight, so sorry for any mistakes. I'll look over it tomorrow and edit out any errors.

Deep breaths, Dean instructed himself, trying to calm his racing heart, in and out, in and out. Unable to succeed in his soothing method, he looked down and fiddled with his cufflinks, ignoring Sam's amused look casted his way.

"God, Dean, you look like you're about to shit yourself." Sam murmured in his ear, causing Dean to roll his eyes and scowl.

"You know, I'm starting to regret letting you be my best man." Dean told him lowly, too quiet for any of the guests to hear, "You're just lucky Cas wouldn't let me make you flower girl."

"Shut up," Sam said with a chuckle, "You wouldn't dare choose someone else to stay by your side while you stutter out your vows and make a complete fool of yourself."

"I dunno about that, Sammy," Dean replied, smirking, "Charlie was a very close second."

Sam arched an eyebrow, "Then who would've led the blushing bride?"

Dean shrugged in silent agreement, finding his attention on their brotherly banter starting to waver as his green eyes glanced over at the entrance. Sam must have noticed the sudden tension in Dean's body because his teasing tone dropped, "Seriously, calm down, Dean. I mean," His voice suddenly changed from concerned to worried in half a second flat, "You're not having second thoughts, are you?"

"Of course not," Dean barked, actually offended at the ludicrous notion, "I love Cas. I would never do that to him."

Sam let out a relieved sigh, "Good. I was afraid I would have to hold the bridezilla back when you say 'I don't.'"

Dean scoffed, "Cas isn't a bridezilla."

"I was talking about Charlie..." His serious response startled a laugh out of Dean, the nervousness finally starting to dissolve in his abdomen. Though his grin was wiped off his face when he heard Kevin's cello start to play and the guests excitedly shushing each other.

Dean clasped his hands together tightly as he followed everyone else's gaze to the door, sucking in a quick breath as it creaked open.

"All rise for the angelic groom," Charlie said in her most professional voice (aka the one she used when she and Dean would sneak off and go LARPing for the weekend), grinning as all the guests stumbled to their feet. When Castiel finally came into view, Dean felt his breath catch in his throat. He'd like to think his observation was ironic instead of corny when he thought Cas looked like an angel, but let's be honest, Dean Winchester was a sap at heart; he definitely meant the latter).

He was dressed in an all-white suit, his skin practically glowing against the ivory fabric. Somehow Charlie convinced him to shave the night before, and while Dean loved how Castiel's stubble would rake against his cheek when they kissed, the clean-cut look really did justice to his strong jaw. But his expression...yes, his expression was the best part.

The blinding grin on his face made Dean's heart melt into a puddle. He just looked so...happy. So unlike the serious, stoic angel with a stick up his ass that Dean had met.

Kevin played his own composition as Charlie looped her arm through Castiel's and led him down the aisle (because the "here comes the bride" melody made Dean feel like he was going to his own funeral). As the angel neared close, Dean found himself growing more and more anxious, the butterflies in his stomach becoming more like angry, swarming bees with every step forward. When Castiel finally reached his side, Dean could barely hear anything over the pounding of his heart.

Castiel seemed to notice his buzzing nerves and tilted his head questioningly at him, and Dean felt like a truly awful person. The angel seemed so calm while Dean was practically sweating bullets.

A corner of Castiel's mouth twisted upward in barely recognized amusement, and Dean was about to demand what the hell was so damn hilarious when the angel leaned in and pressed his lips to Dean's ear, "I love you." He whispered in Enochian, and Dean felt all nervousness drain from his body. With a bashful smile, Dean entwined their hands together and faced Garth (who apparently became a certified priest over the internet; Dean didn't really look into his claim because seriously, who gave a fuck?).

"Ladies and gentlemen..." Garth began, but Dean could barely hear him. The rest of the world bled away as he glanced over and locked eyes with Castiel, finding himself drowning in blue.

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