AN: AP test in English tomorrow, and then prom on Saturday. Some friends and I went to get our nails done and they somehow convinced me to get acrylics. I'm the polar opposite of a girly girl and I don't know how to function with these talons. Typing is hard. Then again, so is writing.
Had my AP English and prom. Now, AP US history tomorrow. Sorry this chapter is taking so long.
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DeanlovesCas: Hahaha, the only fanfic I've ever read in class was a parody one. It was M rated and it was Jesus/Hitler. It was so funny. Thanks, though! I hope you didn't get in trouble for flailing XD.
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Ale: It doesn't sound rude at all! I agree with you. My problem is that I don't know where to take the story at this point. Usually, when I write, it just starts playing like a movie in my mind, and I just write down everything I see happening. But now, it's like the DVD has a scratch on it, and it's stuck… I just don't know what else to write, but I feel like this is nowhere near good enough to be an ending! It's hard because I really want to make sure I live up to all my readers' expectations. For the M, I'll try writing one, but it'll probably just be a one shot at first, not a whole story. We'll see how it goes.
And on we go!
Chapter 15
Castiel stood in front of a mirror, fidgeting with his silver tie. He turned away from the mirror as Meg walked in, wearing a stunning silver dress. In lieu of a sibling, Cas had asked her to be his (for lack of a better word) maid of honor, and she had graciously agreed.
"You've got your tie on backwards," she pointed out, leaning on the doorway.
He glanced down absent-mindedly. "Oh. I didn't even notice."
"Come here," Meg said, entering the room. She undid his tie and began to re-tie it, properly this time. "Are you okay?"
"No, actually," Cas laughed, hanging his head. "I'm freaking out."
"Hey," Meg said, grabbing his face and tilting it up so they were eye to eye. "You love Dean, right?"
"Yes."
"And Dean loves you."
"Yes."
"So what are you worried about?"
"Everything."
"Deep breaths, Cas," Meg said, releasing his face. "Let's go over the schedule again. First, you…"
"I walk down the aisle," Castiel finished. "Then Dean."
"Right," Meg soothed, smoothing down the shoulders of Castiel's suit. "And then?"
"And then we exchange our vows."
"Exactly," Meg nodded. "See? Nothing to be worried about."
Castiel nodded, still looking slightly ill, as he turned back to the mirror.
Sam opened the door, poking his head into the room.
"You all ready to go?" he asked.
Dean turned around, his hands on his collar as he folded it over his tie.
"Dude," he laughed, "ready doesn't even begin to cover it."
"Wow," Sam smiled, slightly taken aback. "I was expecting at least a little panic."
"No way, Sammy," Dean said, pacing slightly in his excitement. "I've been waiting to marry Castiel since day one."
"Seriously?" Sam laughed, raising an eyebrow.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Okay, maybe not since day one, but you know what I mean."
Sam pulled Dean into a quick hug, leaving a hand on Dean's shoulder as he pulled back. "I'm really proud of you, Dean. I mean, look how far you've come."
"Thanks, Sammy." Dean ruffled Sam's hair with a smile. "Now enough with the chick-flick stuff," he said as he glanced at his watch. "I've got myself a man to marry."
Castiel gripped Meg's hand tightly as they walked down the aisle, trying desperately to calm the butterflies in his stomach. He didn't know why he was nervous, really. After all, Meg was right- he loved Dean and Dean loved him. What more was there? But for some reason, he couldn't shake the slight anxiety that was washing through him. Instead, he took a deep breath, swallowing roughly.
He kissed Meg's cheek as they reached the end of the aisle. She tipped him a wink and gave him an encouraging thumb up as she moved to stand in her place behind him. Cas took another deep breath, turning to face the door as Dean walked through it.
As Castiel caught sight of Dean, his heart began to pump furiously. The weird thing was that Cas couldn't decide if it was a "Dean is so attractive I may jump his bones in front of everyone" or a "Holy crap I'm getting married WARNING WARNING PANIC ALERT" sort of fluttering in his chest.
But, instead of panicking, Cas just returned Dean's smile as Dean moved to stand next to him.
"Friends and family, we have gathered here today…"
Castiel closed his eyes briefly, trying to calm himself down.
Deep breaths, Cas, he thought. Remember what Meg said. You love each other. That's what this is about. Dean loves you. You love Dean. You love Dean. You love Dean. Castiel began a sort of chant in his head, a calming mantra. Before Castiel knew it, the minister was turning to him.
"I believe you would like to say your vows first?" he asked.
Cas nodded somewhat shakily. Then, suddenly, all his nerves left him. These were words. Words were comfortable and familiar and safe. Castiel knew his way around words. He turned, looking into Dean's green eyes with a confident smile.
"I vow to love you in your entirety. I vow to love you even when you're tired and cranky or when you have bad morning breath. I vow to love you when you make me happier than I ever thought I could be, and I vow to love you when you make me want to throw something through a window." Castiel smiled as Dean chuckled softly. "I vow to love you until you don't want me to, and then some."
Dean brought Cas's hand up to his mouth, brushing the back lightly with his lips, his eyes never breaking contact with Castiel's. Behind him, sniffing could be heard from the guests.
"And now your vows," the minister promted, turning to Dean.
"I vow," Dean said strongly, still holding Cas's blue eyes with his gaze, "to love you in your entirety. I vow to love you when you're stressed and frazzled or when you start to get gray hairs. I vow to love you when you laugh softly in my ear, and I vow to love you when we get so angry at each other that we refuse to speak. I vow to love you until you don't want me to, and then some."
The minister now turned to Sam, asking for the rings. He handed the blue-studded band to Dean, and the green-studded band to Castiel.
"Do you, Castiel Novak," the priest began the well-worn phrase, "take Dean Winchester to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
Castiel smiled up at Dean, all sense of nerves completely erased from his mind. "I do." Castiel placed the ring on Dean's finger.
"And do you, Dean Winchester, take Castiel Novak to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do." Dean gave his answer so quickly he almost spoke over the priest. Castiel chuckled as Dean eagerly slid the ring onto his finger.
"I now pronounce you-" Before the priest could even finish, Dean's lips were on Castiel's. Cas ignored the guests' laughter as he wrapped his arms tightly around Dean's shoulders, responding to the kiss enthusiastically. As he moved to pull back, Dean leaned forwards, following, catching a few more quick kisses.
Suddenly, Dean and Castiel were swarmed by all their friends and family. As they smiled and thanked everyone, Dean wrapped an arm around Castiel's waist, murmuring "I love you"s into his ear.
Dean stood up at their table, calling for a microphone. The DJ quickly handed him one and turned down the music.
"Can I have everyone's attention please?" Dean asked into the mic. The chatter of the guests quieted down as everyone turned to face him. "It's just about the time of night where we give our speeches, so I thought I might as well go first." Dean took a deep breath. "There are a lot of things everyone comes to appreciate in life," he began. "For me, noise is a big one. One of my favorite noises in the world is when Cas throws his head back and-"
"Keep it PG!" Sam shouted from his seat, earning a laugh from the rest of the guests. Castiel turned bright red but couldn't his shoulders from shaking with laughter.
"See? This is what I'm talking about! Laughter is magical. When Castiel laughs, it's like a weight I didn't even know was there is being lifted off my chest. The first time I heard him laugh, I thought angels were singing or something. To me, laughter is the most beautiful sound in the world. It shows we're so happy we literally can't contain it anymore, and it comes bursting out of us instead. Castiel brings me that kind of joy. In fact, the first time I realized I loved him, I was laughing. Cas had been telling a joke, or a funny story, or something. I can't even remember what he had said- well, signed back then. All I remember is doubling up and laughing so hard my stomach hurt. I imagine I must have been gasping for breath as well. I remember thinking one thing when I finally got control of myself. It had been a long time since I laughed that hard. Years, in fact. Before Cas, I don't think anyone had even been able to get me to chuckle. So thank you, Castiel." Dean picked up his glass of champagne, toasting his new husband. "You make me the happiest I've been in a long, long time."
Everyone applauded as Cas stood, kissing Dean before taking the microphone from him.
"I don't how many of you know this, but at the beginning of th day, I was a nervous wreck. Juts ask Meg. I had gone into full-blown panic mode." Laughter rumbled from the guests.
"Dean, however, has always been so steady and sure. He's been a solid point in my life, and now, I get to say he'll be a solid point for the rest of it, too." Castiel turned to face him. "I will forever look up to you. You are the bravest, strongest man I have ever met. You are the greatest infinity of my life. There's no one else I would rather be with, and no one else I'd rather be loved by. But, I know how much you love music, so I decided I'd let it do the rest of the speaking for me."
Castiel turned off the mic and set it on the table, holding out a hand for Dean. Dean stood and took Cas's hand, allowing Cas to lead them to the dance floor. Dean placed his free hand on Castiel's waist as the music began to start.
Heart beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave?
How can I love when I'm afraid to fall
But watching you stand alone?
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow
One step closer
I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
Time stands still
Beauty in all he is
I will be brave
I will not let anything take away
What's standing in front of me
Every breath
Every hour has come to this
One step closer
I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
And all along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
One step closer
One step closer
I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
And all along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
Dean pulled Castiel towards him, placing a light kiss against his lips, murmuring a thank you against them. Vaguely in the background, he registered the DJ announcing the dance floor was now open to the rest of the guests. More music began to play. The lights around them grew dimmer as Cas and Dean continued to sway lightly in each other's arms.
AN: I really don't like the beginning of the chapter, but I feel like it started getting better towards the end. Now I'm going to cry myself to sleep as I wait for the inevitable failure of tomorrow's test. Love ya!