"Hold still, gigantor," Dean grumbled at Sam as he reached up to straighten the younger man's tie. "Shit, you're a wreck."

"It's my wedding day? I think I am entitled to a few jitters."

Sam had been pacing the room all morning like a caged tiger. Dean sighed and pointed at the bed, "Alright, sit down. I guess it's time for the big brother talk."

Sam did as he was told and sat down on one of the twin beds in the small room that he and Dean used to share at Bobby's house. He hadn't slept there in years, but last night he and Dean had shared this room again so that Jess and her family could have their house to get ready in. It was, after all, bad luck to see the bride before the wedding. It had been a fun evening. He and Dean, lying in the twin beds across from each other, laughing like old times.

They were both way too big for this room and these beds now, but he remembered a time when this little corner of Bobby's house had seemed like a palace. It was here that he tacked his first poster to a wall. It was of Einstein and Dean had called him a nerd as he hung his AC/DC poster on his own side of the room. They had spent their entire lives feeling like everywhere they stayed was temporary, borrowed, someone else's. This was the first space that he had ever called his own and it would always hold a special place in his heart.

Dean sat down across from him, elbows on his knees as he leaned forward, commanding Sam's full attention. "Listen, Sammy. In a few minutes we are going to walk out that door and you are going to marry Jess because she is perfect for you. And you are going to treat her right because that's what I taught you to do and you're gonna be happy and make babies and have a perfect apple pie life. And you know why? Because you are Sam freaking Winchester! You and I have survived shit that would send most people running for the loony bin but look at you. You worked your ass off and put yourself through college. You're a big shot lawyer. And you landed a hottie like Jessica Moore."

Dean leaned in closer and put one hand on Sam's shoulder pointing at him with the other, "I have never doubted what you could do, not for one minute. So don't start doubting yourself! Got it? Now, I'm going to go make sure Bobby and Ellen are ready to get out of here and so that we can head to the church and I can give my baby brother away. Now where's your veil, princess?"

Sam gave Dean a bitch face that would score a perfect 10 as Dean ducked out of the room with a grin.

He sat now, ready to permanently close a chapter of his life and begin a new one with the woman he loved. He was nervous. Jess was wonderful and supportive and she and Dean had this great connection. He didn't know what he would have done if those two hadn't hit it off. They both meant so much to him. Dean can be a tough person to really know. Oh, everyone that met Dean liked him right away. He was fun and flirty and he charmed most everyone. But he let almost no one in past that mask he wore all the time. But Jess was able to see past it and he had seen her get through to Dean about things he used to only share with Sam.

He was thinking about the family that Jess wanted and really that he wanted too, more than anything. But he was scared, really scared. What kind of role model did he have? John? He was absent much of the time and when he was there he wasn't exactly an example of a normal and healthy parent. He had been raised by a big brother who had battled with his own abandonment and daddy issues and identity struggles the whole time. It made for a really complicated upbringing.

It was Dean, after all, who had taught him everything from how to tie his shoes to how to talk to girls and how to fight off bullies. He had to spend his youth raising a little brother while trying, too often in vain, to be the perfect son and assert his individuality and independence from his father at the same time. Sam had taken a different route and didn't even try to please John. Dean was his care giver and it was Dean's expectations that he tried to live up to. It was a much more gratifying path to choose. Dean always seemed proud of him.

It was then that he realized it. He didn't have to worry about not having a good role model for the kind of husband and father he wanted to be. He did have a role model and a pretty damn good one at that. Dean was the man he wanted to live up to. It was Dean's willingness to sacrifice for the people he loved and his limitless capacity for love that he would emulate.

And with that thought in his mind, he took one last look around at the room of his youth. He and Dean's sides of the room each reflected their own young personalities. Dean's side of the sloped attic wall was covered in classic rock, muscle cars and half-naked girls. Sam shook his head and laughed when he looked at this own side of the room. What the hell had he been thinking with that 'N Synch poster? Also, right next to Einstein, still pinned all around were the religious symbols that back then he was certain were going to ward off bad luck and his rabbit's foot still sat on the nightstand.

How life had changed for both Winchesters. Dean had made fun of him for the 'N Synch poster, calling it gay. Dean, who had now left those half-naked girls behind and fallen in love with a man. And Sam was ready to leave his fears and superstitions behind and dedicate his life to the real task of being the best husband he could. He turned off the light and closed the door behind him with a smile.

Dean stood beside his brother at the front of the church, scanning the pews for Cas. They had come separately since Dean was obligated to be with the wedding party and it had been a busy and stressful morning. He just wanted to set eyes on Cas, who could always calm him with just a smile.

He finally spotted Cas, who was already staring at Dean like he was one seriously juicy piece of meat. He knew he looked good in his tux but the sight of Cas' eyes roaming over his body with just that hint of a smile was enough to make Dean wonder if someone had turned off the air-conditioning in the church. Dean gave Cas a wink and a little straighten of the front of his jacket to let Cas know that, yeah, he knew he was being checked out. Cas' licked his lips and his mouth widened into a full smile that took Dean's breath away.

Cas was looking pretty damn good himself. He was wearing a crisp white shirt with a slim fitting waistcoat that had a dark blue paisley pattern on it with a blue tie, which he knew damn well brought out the color of his eyes. Over it he was wearing a navy suit jacket. He had tamed his hair today so that it was parted to the side rather than his usual rumpled sex hair. Dean couldn't wait to bury his fingers in that hair and return it to his favorite debauched look.

Soon the music began and the wedding was in full swing. Dean took a look at his brother when Jess appeared and felt a prickle at the corners of his eyes and a lump in his throat to see his brother so happy. Jess did look fantastic. She wasn't the frilly princess type. She had opted for a form fitting cream-colored long silky dress with a low scooped back and just the hint of a train. She was classic and understated and elegant and Dean was so happy for his brother he was about to burst.

When Sam and Jess were saying their vows, Dean took a look back to Cas, who was watching with rapt attention. He had one hand on his mouth and Dean could tell he was getting, well, a little misty during the emotional moment. Cas looked so moved and so vulnerable and for just a moment, Dean wondered what it would be like to hear Cas say 'I do' in that low voice while looking into those eyes that he could drown in.

The wedding was beautiful and touching and Sam and Jess looked like they were walking on cloud nine. At the reception, when it was time for the first dance, Castiel stood up in the back of the hall to get a full view of his students. He was so proud of how well Sam and Jess danced to Bob Dylan singing Make You Feel My Love. He was such a sap! He was getting emotional again as he watched the couple moving across the dance floor, impressing their guests. He thought the song that they had picked out was perfect.

When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one there to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love

Sam swayed Jess back and forth, leading her in a graceful underarm turn, a flirty Cuban walk and then a sexy rock of their hips that got applause from the audience. Castiel smiled at a job well done, swelling with pride to see his students do so well. Dean and Charlie were announced next and they went to the dance floor to join the newlyweds. Dean looked amazing. He was dancing as Castiel had taught him and leading Charlie, who looked like she was having the time of her life. Castiel smiled to himself thinking about the time he taught Dean that dance.

Dean sought out Castiel's face over the crowd and they locked eyes as the song played. Dean mouthed the words as he stared at Castiel.

The storms are raging on the rolling sea
and on the highway of regret
The winds of change are blowing wild and free
you ain't seen nothing like me yet
I could make you happy make your dreams come true
there is nothing that I wouldn't do
Go to the ends of the earth for you
to make you feel my love

Castiel felt every word from Dean and smiled back, feeling more in love than he had ever felt before.

Later, Dean sat down at the table next to Cas with two drinks, handing one to Cas. "You're sure a hit at this wedding. Man, the ladies line up to dance with you." Cas had been asked to dance repeatedly through the evening. Between looking amazing in his suit and, naturally, being a great dance partner, he was quite popular. He had now stripped down to shirt and waistcoat with the tie removed and sleeves rolled up.

"Yes, well, when you are a professional dancer, it does seem to call attention. Dean, I would really love to dance with you," Cas said hopefully, putting a hand over Dean's on the table. Dean stiffened and shifted his eyes around but didn't remove his hand.

"I already promised the next dance to the flower girl, you don't want to let down a 6 year old, do you?" Just then, as if on cue, Jess' niece came over and jumped into Dean's lap, forcing him to free his hand to hold her.

"C'mon, will you twirl me, Dean?" The little girl begged, squeezing Dean's cheeks with her chubby little hands.

"Sure, sweetheart, let's go." Dean flashed a smile at Castiel and headed back to the dance floor with the little girl on his hip, spinning her around as she flung her head back and giggled. Castiel smiled. It was wonderful watching Dean with children. He was sweet and natural and didn't talk down to them like many adults tended to do. And they absolutely flocked to him.

But something had been bothering him all evening. This was one of the few times that he and Dean had been in this type of environment with family and friends. Usually their time spent together was with just the two of them where Dean was open and unselfconscious. But tonight he had found ways to avoid looking like a couple. He was frequently busy greeting guests, had made the excuse that as the best man he had to dance with the bride and each of the bridesmaids, he disappeared into the bar with a few of Sam's colleagues to check the score of the Royals game, or he would put his feet up on the chair across the table and say that he needed a break.

Castiel tried not to be annoyed by this, he really did. He told himself that dating a man was new for Dean and that he would get used to this. But they had been together almost three months now. He told himself to be patient with Dean, that his father's deep seated homophobia still ate at him. Maybe, he thought, Jess' family didn't approve of a same sex couple. All of this swirled around in his mind as he tried to fight off that nagging feeling of being an embarrassment to Dean.

He watched as Dean danced and flirted with all of the pretty ladies and drank and joked with all the men. And that ugly little seed of jealousy began to eat at him. Try as he might to push it down, ignore it, justify it away, it kept gnawing at him, telling him that Dean wasn't serious about him, that Dean would never want the same things that he wanted from this relationship.

Castiel knew what he wanted with Dean. He wanted Dean to be his, forever, to build a life together. Watching him today had lit a fire under that small thought and it now burned in Castiel's heart. He knew this was the man he wanted to be his family.

After Dean's flower girl dance, he headed back to Castiel, picked up his beer, finishing it in one long gulp and leaned over, whispering into Cas' ear, "Come with me." Then he stood up and strode over to the door.

Castiel followed him outside and was rewarded as he stepped out into the fresh summer night. The clear air and the start of a light summer drizzle were a refreshing respite from the crowded reception room. Castiel caught up with Dean as he strode through the parking lot and Dean grabbed his arm, pulling him towards the Impala, parked far away from the reception hall. Dean spun Castiel around, pressing his back up against the side of the car and attacked him with a ravenous kiss he had been holding back all night.

It was all teeth and tongue and hands and passion. "Fuck, I wanted to do that all night." Dean began working feverishly at the buttons on Castiel's waistcoat as Castiel pulled up on Dean's dress shirt to get to the skin underneath. They stumbled their way across the car, as Dean fumbled for the door handle. When he finally got it opened, he grabbed Castiel around the middle and laid him in the back seat, hovering over him, sucking and nipping searing hot kisses down his neck, marking Castiel as his own.

Castiel opened up willingly for Dean, wrapping his arms around Dean's neck and arching his back to provide easier access for Dean's kisses. Dean worked the buttons of Castiel's shirt to expose the man's perfect chest, pulling it down over Cas' shoulders as he ground his hips into his lover's and delved into his open mouth with his hot tongue. It was glorious and the sight of Cas laid out underneath of him on his beloved Impala's soft back seat might have been one of the hottest things he had ever seen.

Dean sat back to quickly remove his own shirt as Cas slid his arms out of his so that Dean could press their bodies together and feel the thrill of skin on skin. Castiel moaned Dean's name and exposed his neck for Dean to kiss. Dean reached down and cupped his lover's erection through his pants, rubbing it to provide much needed friction, which resulted in Cas' voice taking on that so low and goddamn sexy rumble. "Dean, that's so good."

And that voice did things to Dean that were positively sinful, his own cock hardening with every sound coming from his lover's mouth. "God, Cas, you're so sexy. Tell me you're mine."

"Dean, yes, yes, I'm yours. I love you." Castiel was writhing and arching into Dean's every touch as their bodies melted perfectly together.

"Fuck! I want you so bad, need you." Dean quickly worked the buckle of Cas' belt and the buttons of his pants to slide them off, exposing Cas' rock hard erection. Dean watched in fascination as it twitched and leaked pre-come, knowing that he did that. He was the one that could make Cas' body come to life like this.

He licked the pre-come and swirled his tongue around the head of Cas' cock, making Cas' voice hitch as he sucked in a gasp. Dean smiled, enjoying every one of Cas' reactions. He loved how responsive Cas was to his every touch, how the always so controlled Castiel would release his inhibitions for Dean to wantonly and willingly give Dean everything.

Dean sucked two fingers into his mouth, slicking them with saliva before sucking Cas' erection into his mouth, enjoying the feeling of it's thick swell on his tongue. As he bobbed his head, finding a rhythm that he could see was pleasing Cas, his fingers trailed lower between Cas' legs and teased at his hole. Cas, who had been threading his fingers through Dean's hair sucked a gasp of air in through is teeth and clenched his fingers, tugging on Dean's hair, pulling a moan from both men.

Dean let a trail of saliva travel down Cas' cock, knowing that it was going to have to do for lube here in the car. He gently slid one finger into Cas who let out a cry of "Deeeaan" to reward him. Cas was so hot and sex in the Impala was such a turn on that Dean feared he could come just from the feeling of Cas coming apart under him and saying his name like that. He increased his pace and suction of his mouth, passion escalating.

With two fingers inside of Cas now, Dean worked his lover open and into a climax, teasing his prostate as he deepened his blow job taking in as much of Cas as he could and sucking with furious abandon. He could feel Cas was close, as his muscles tensed and movements became erratic and he looked up, wanting to see Cas' face as he came undone. Cas still had one hand on the back of Dean's head and the other was gripping the black leather of the Impala's seat, knuckles white. "Dean, yes, I'm going come!"

Dean hummed mm hmm and the vibrations on his cock pushed him over the edge. Cas' hips bucked involuntarily as he came in wave after wave of unbridled bliss. Dean swallowed everything Cas had to give and patiently worked Cas until he was spent.

Dean pulled off of Cas and smiled up at him. He looked so sexy all sweaty and spent and sated. He waited for Cas' breathing to return to normal and then gave his fingers a little wiggle, smirking. Cas gasped, "Oh my God, Dean!" And Dean chuckled and slid his fingers out to work his own pants off (finally!). Lifting Cas' legs up and kneeling under Cas' thighs, he leaned over his lover and kissed him long and slow, feeling Cas smile under his lips.

As Dean entered Castiel both men moaned low and guttural and God, the feeling of his lover around him was like heaven. His mind blanked out of everything but the pleasure building in him and those beautiful blue eyes, so dark and lusty now. Dean rocked in and out of Cas in long slow loving movements at first, watching as the man relaxed into the blissful strokes.

But Castiel pulled him by the back of the neck into a searing kiss, his tongue exploring Dean's mouth, rubbing against his own tongue and the roof of his mouth, a heady dizzying feeling. And Dean sped up his strokes, needing more and more of Cas. He wanted Cas as his own. Wanted everything about Cas. He buried his face in Cas' neck, sucking hard, pulling the blood to Cas' flesh, reveling in the possessive satisfaction it gave him to mark his love on this man.

Cas was rolling his own hips in time with Dean as he buried himself fully and Dean loved the feeling of Cas wanting him, all of him. He came with Cas' name on his lips, thrusting into his lover over and over until he was spent and collapsing down to the feeling of arms and legs wrapping tightly around him. It was such a soothing and comforting feeling and Dean felt like this was home.

A few minutes later, they had arranged themselves so that Dean was leaning back on the door with Cas laying back against him, four arms tangled around Cas' middle. Dean was sucking gentle kisses down the side of Cas' neck and Cas leaned his head back onto Dean's shoulder, relaxing into the attention.

"Dean, Can I ask you something."

"Anything." Dean was nuzzling at the back of Cas' neck happily.

"Why wouldn't you dance with me tonight?"

Dean paused, heat ran up his neck and he could feel his pulse quicken. "I just didn't have time. I mean I'm the best man. I have a lot to do," he said, trying to sound casual.

Castiel took a deep breath and slowly risked, "Are you embarrassed of us?"

"Do we have to do this now?"

"This is important to me, Dean."

"No, it's just… I don't know… those guys, I mean, that place was full of people and they might… shit, Cas… I don't know."

"Dean, there are always going to be people. I don't want to hide a relationship again. The last time I did it destroyed everything I had. I can't do that." Cas' voice dropped off to barely a whisper, "Not again."

Dean was feeling too drunk for this conversation. Shit, where had this gone wrong? One second he was having some seriously hot sex in the back seat of his baby and the next Cas was confronting him about this? The mood whiplash combined with too much alcohol was a bad combination and Dean went to his standard reaction when cornered with a discussion he didn't want to have – defensive mode.

"Shit, Cas. I'm not doing this now! It isn't a big deal! Why should my private life be anyone else's business?" Dean sat up and started putting his clothes back on, jerking legs into pants and shoving his t-shirt over his head.

"It's not about that. I want us to be together, a family, maybe even kids someday. That's kind of hard to accomplish if you can't acknowledge us publically."

"What the fuck?! Kids! Slow down there, Cas. I'm never having kids! You know what kind of fucked up childhood I had. No, I am not bringing a kid into the world to fuck him up like my dad did!"

Castiel had gathered his own clothes into a pile on his lap, awkwardly fumbling through them, slowly dressing himself.

Dean mumbled, "Shit, I thought one of the benefits to being with a guy was not having to worry about this stuff!"

Castiel was taken aback. "I don't know what you think we are doing here, Dean." He was getting upset now too, the jealousy and feelings of being left behind all night finally brewing to the surface. "I will not be your dirty little secret, someone to fuck in the dark and deny in the daylight!"

"That's not what this is!"

"Oh yeah? Then what is it exactly? What have you told the guys at the shop about me? Do they still think I'm just a paying customer?" Castiel lowered his voice, focusing a laser stare at Dean, growling "Does Bobby even know?"

Dean was silent.

"Dean Winchester, you are emotionally constipated. You are still being held back by your father's bigotry and I will not let his hatred anchor me down too."

"You know what? Screw you, Cas! I'm emotionally constipated? I'm not the one who pined away for a dead guy for three years!" Dean knew immediately that was below the belt. It was uncalled for and inaccurate and really off topic. Castiel froze, his mouth opened as if to respond but nothing came out. He felt as if he had been slapped. He had to get out of the car where he suddenly couldn't breathe.

Castiel grabbed the handle and stumbled out, slamming the door on Dean's, "Wait, Cas!" He walked away and didn't look back.

And if you promised you'd love so completely
And you said you would always be true
You swore that you never would leave me, baby
What ever happened to you?
~Fool in the Rain – Led Zeppelin