Chapter 11: Link

"Was he able to keep breakfast down?" Dean glanced up at Meg from the screen where he had been half heartedly watching the news, presumably full with cock ups of fallen angels, or the mass delusion driven craze of unknown origins, as the government called it.

"Good morning to you Meg," the demon filled in for him herself, "how are you and your pregnancy getting on? Would you like something to eat?"

"You don't need to eat. You're a demon," Dean disputed.

"Tell that to my cravings," Meg raided the fridge again, "something juicy and filling I'm looking for..did you buy bacon?"

Dean half heartedly waved towards the counter, where the not yet put away shopping lay. "Meg." He intoned forcefully.

"Cloud-dweller ate most of his porridge," Meg frowned, "I have no idea how anybody could!" She shivered, "something that bland and lumpy!"

"The blander, the better for his stomach," Dean insisted. "So he's okay?"

"He snoozed sound, not even moaning in his sleep. Says your pills are working, but he wants more," the demon was peering into the shopping bags and fished out a beer for starters.

Dean nodded, "he would be due more," the hunter rattled in a drawer in the corner of the kitchenette to retrieve the required items and took off hastily into the Megstiel room himself to check on his friend. He had to blink twice to make sure he was seeing right when he was greeted with the sight of the former angel sitting on the edge of his bed wearing a white dress shirt, white trousers and a creamish-golden coloured vest trying to adjust his blue tie, the same colour as his eyes. "What's with the angel look?" Dean grumbled before he could stop himself.

Castiel looked down at himself, "there's nothing angelic about me, Dean," he said factually, though a bit surprised. "I've always had trouble with these accessories," Castiel admitted, dropping the tie into his lap, "would you mind helping me with it?"

"Is that you dressing up for what I think you're dressing up for? I thought you were going to wait till you're feeling better," Dean advanced, looking at his friend questioningly.

"There's no need to wait. With those antacids and painkillers I can make it," Castiel assured, taking the medication off the Winchester. "I've asked Meg to book it. The ceremony is in half an hour."

"What?" Dean asked, suddenly panicky. He sat next to his friend and put a hand on Castiel's knee to make him look up into his eyes, "Cas. You need to be sure about this. Are you sure about this? You've sacrificed so much already."

"Dean. I'm not doing anything I don't want to do. Maybe..this is how you really save a demon. It has nothing to do with blood."

The taller man sighed, "okay. Let me help you with that tie then," he knelt up on the bed so he could have better room for the correct manoeuvre, "you look…uhm suave like that you know."

"There's only one more thing, if you don't mind," Castiel enquired sheepishly, "I kind of need a best man.."

"You're kidding right?"

"I would be like having your blessing, Dean."

"Yeah, right. Who do you think I am?" He rolled his eyes, "and as if you ever ask my opinion about what you think is doing the best thing. Look man, we're always in the midst of a load of shit because we have to. This plan of Meg's is what we have to do right now, it doesn't mean there aren't angles, a lot of angles I'm not happy with."

"I love her Dean, this has nothing to do with strategy."

"Yes, sure, I can see that," Dean sighed. "You know all those times when you come to me after some Armageddon or another went down? One of these times I'm gonna say I told you so! But yeah, it's probably better if I'm there at the ceremony. In case you get sick or you need protection or something," he waved impassively.

"Thank you Dean. I'd be very obliged if you put on your FBI suit if you don't mind."

"The undercover wedding," Dean snorted, turning to get to his room, unable to hide his amusement over the whole situation despite his friend's upset look. "Whatever next!"

Tbc