A/N: Ah, at last, a glimpse to the actual wedding ceremony! ;u; this just includes a piece of it, I assume I will see more as my dreams come. But oh man, this was a pleasure to dream up. Another little reminder, this is somewhat derived from a wedding in Game of Thrones so if you find it familiar, I am drawing reference to it on purpose. My subconscious just decided it needed to be placed as part of the wedding c:

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"Real Life"

That morning when Lyn awoke, the sun outside was starting to stream into her window. It must be mid-day, at least. The birds were highly active and letting her know with their song. How long did I sleep, she wondered to herself as she slowly made to sit up but then decided to just resort back to laying down. She wasn't sick. She was just overwhelmed with complete and total happiness after thinking back on the dream she had the previous night and into a good portion of the day.

Could he have really meant what he declared? Wings? He must have been an angel.

It was enough to make her think she had really gone through this, that it was all so real, every detail she could recall in her mind and she found herself closing her eyes to picture it all better.

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Dream sequence 6; Black-feathered Cloak

This part of the ceremony resembled that of old tradition, something that was meant to be cherished as well as it was to be respected. It was drenched in meaning and reason, a vow of protection.

Lyn and Cas stood upon the altar in the church, the scenery currently fuzzy and faded at this point in the dream. All that seemed to matter was what took place at the altar. The priest stood in his place, calling attention to the action they were about to perform. He drew their attention to Castiel picking up from a small table on the side, a cloak, made entirely of raven black feathers. So soft to the touch they felt like the finest silk, the type of soft one could melt into. The priest recalled their attention and explained the meaning of such a fine cloak. They symbolized his wings, a vow to protect his betrothed forever, a longer sentence than "til death do [them] part".

"This cloak represents my wings. They are not merely a sign of my protection," Castiel begins to explain as he unfolds the cloak to its full length and carefully moves closer to Lyn so he could rest it upon her shoulders perfectly, "They are also a sign of my loyalty and devotion solely to you, Lyn." He says, taking a step back to look down at her, his eyes full of his emotion and each word lingering with meaning. "I will serve by your side and you, mine, until we both should not exist." He finishes, the first step of such a ceremony having now been completed.

Lyn looks to Cas in awe before she steals her eyes away long enough to look over the cloak that rested upon her shoulders. She gently took a feather between her hand to feel if they were as soft as they looked, and they were.

As physical representation of grace, protection, loyalty, devotion, and pure love. A sentence and commitment longer than until death should part them or as long as they both shall live.

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"Real life"

After replying the events in her mind, she brings herself to actually get up and begin her day, glad to have the weekends off for such a long amount of sleep. As soon as she was awake enough, she called up Jaime, who didn't pick up right away. And so she left a message after the beep.

"Hey Jaime, it's Lyn. I really wanted to talk to you about a dream I just had… I think Cas, dream Cas, was an angel. Call me when you get a chance."

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A/N: Sorry for the shortness ;n; I tried very hard to get what I could out, my muse has been off and on and I haven't updated in… a while I do hope you are enjoying it so far though and thank you for sticking around so far! Many a dream await to be written down. Not I just have to get my butt in gear to do it! Also next chapter may include some fluff followed with a side of smut, so I will be sure to give warning there (if I can even manage to write such things). So stay tuned, you glorious beans.