Sam didn't bother trying to stay solemn; after all it was the best day of his brother's life. And by default, the best day of Sam's life.

He had maybe seen his brother in a tux twice in his life. Sam adjusted Dean's bowtie, grinning down at him.

"You ready?"

"As ready as I can be, Sammy." His brother gave him a tight smile.

"Alright. Time to go."

Dean exhaled through his mouth, and nodded at Sam.

Cas paced the room, his grace boiling over with nervous energy.

"Calm down, Cassie. All your dreams are about to come true!" Gabriel was lounging in the room the church had allowed for Castiel to get ready in.

Gabe fabricated another glass of wine as he watched his baby brother continue to walk in circles.

"Castiel, your human is waiting," the trickster sing-songed. "Come on, it's time for you to get hitched!"

The archangel snapped his fingers, tying the young angel's bowtie. It was good to see him out of that trench coat. Although Cas never could tie a tie.

Dean had walked down the aisle first and was waiting at the altar for his angel. He had made Cas promise he wouldn't fly to him, he would have to do it nice and slow – the human way.

They had decided on their own vows, but no rings or wedding march. They weren't traditional in any sense, so why should their wedding be. The preacher they hired was quiet and accepting, not likely to mention any strange occurrences that might happen thanks to Gabriel, who Cas had asked to be his best man, Dean thought mainly because he already had dibs on Sam.

Bobby, Lisa and Ben were the only ones in the pews, with Sam flanking him and Gabriel entering a few moments before –

"Castiel." His voice caught in his throat at seeing him and the angel looked taken aback by Dean's appearance.
The suit fit perfectly, and his tie wasn't crooked - Gabriel must have tied it for him. His hair was still - well, it was Cas's hair and would have seemed unnatural if it was lying flat. It was its usual mess.

Most surprisingly, his angel was smiling. He frequently got to see Cas smile, more than anyone, probably, but they were brief, faltering smiles that came and went in the space of a blink. This was a smile that stayed, bright and plain, the kind you only give once a century, or probably less frequently for Cas.

His angel was standing across from him, as beautiful as ever; he could barely register what the preacher was saying.

Sooner or later, it was time for Dean to read his vows. He gave a shaky breath and unfolded the crumpled paper in his jacket pocket.

"Castiel. The first time we met, that I remember, you scared the shit out of me. I tried not to show it, but when I couldn't figure you out, I thought I was at my death. Again. And you turned out to be the exact opposite. You have saved my sorry, earthly ass so many times, there isn't a good enough way to say thank you. You have done so much for me, when you didn't have to, when I was another insignificant little human. You always came when I called, even when I was being a self-centered dick. Cas. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my existence fighting for Team Free Will, right next to you." The older Winchester cleared his throat, trying to mask the tears he was choking back. "I do."

"I didn't understand what you meant at first, when we agreed to write vows so I did research. I asked Sam, because I couldn't go to you. He told me to choose a memory that I found important in our relationship." Castiel paused, looking at his hunter. "Two and a half years ago, I was sent on a mission to rescue the Righteous Man from Hell. I wasn't the one originally designated to pull his soul back to Earth, but my brother who was fell to the demons barely past the gates. I have begun to think there was some sort of fate at work. Dean, as soon as I gripped your soul, I knew there was a difference in you. Dean Winchester, you are the man who showed me how to feel. You are the reason I disobeyed. I will follow you to the end of days, and past. I do."

"I can't believe you picked a bar for your wedding reception." Sam picked up his beer and took a swig, laughing at his surroundings.

It was a gritty, beer-stained and typical place the Winchesters would seek out. "Places like this, Sammy, are as close as we get to a home. And well, I don't think Bobby would appreciate the company."

"I think you startled the preacher with that kiss."

"First the bar, now this. C'mon Sam, that kiss was perfect."

"It lasted for like five minutes."

"So?"

"You used tongue. In a church."

"I really don't see what the problem was."

"You two were all over each other. I mean, for god's sake, your hand was latched onto Cas's ass. I had to pull you guys apart."

"Yeah, thanks for that, bitch."

"Whatever. Jerk."

Sam pushed away from the bar to talk to Bobby and Lisa was talking to Castiel. Dean went to join them.

"Hey babe. Hey Lisa."

"Hi Dean. So, Castiel was just telling me about how he's an angel of the Lord." She raised an eyebrow.

"Yep. Wings and everything. And I gotta tell you, it seems like they would get in the way in the bedroom but oh man, those things are crazy in the sack."

"Thanks for that mental image, Dean. How did you two meet?"

"I believe I stated that in my vows." Cas wrinkled his brow, remembering.

"Wait, so he literally pulled you out of Hell?"

"Dragged me out of the pit himself."

"Wow."

"Yeah. So, where's Ben?"

"Oh, I decided to have him stay at the hotel. A bar isn't exactly an appropriate setting for an eleven year old, you know."

Gabriel appeared next to Lisa, grinning widely.

"Boys! The service was lovely, especially that little end part with the kiss, you should have seen Sammy's face – priceless!" He looked over at Lisa, letting his gaze linger a little too long for Dean's taste. "Hello there. And who's this, Dean?"

"Hi. Lisa." She stepped back from him to shake Gabriel's hand.

"Ah, beautiful. I'm Gabriel, Cassie's older brother. If you don't mind, I need a word with Dean-o and his hubbie."

"Sure. I need to call to check in with Ben anyways."

Lisa waved goodbye and slipped out of the noisy bar.

"What is it Gabriel?" Cas seemed exasperated. He had spent a lot of time with the archangel over the past few days – Gabe had forced him into something called a 'bachelor party' as well as helping him the morning of the wedding.

"Oh, nothing. Just a little wedding present. I may have taken the liberty of cancelling your reservations at that cheap motel down the road and replaced them with some nicer digs." He passed Dean an electric key for a room at the nearest five-star hotel. "Honeymoon suite. No, no, don't thank me. I know, I'm too kind. Have a nice time. You know Sammy and I will."

"Wait, what?" Dean watched Gabriel poof into oblivion, only to pop back up next to his younger brother.