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139. Marriage

Dean was about to be sick. Why had he agreed to this? What had he been thinking?

'Relax, Winchester!' Dean scolded himself. 'You can do this!'

"C'mon, Dean!" Sam called. "You gonna stay in there all day?"

"Shove off!" Dean replied. He heard laughter and then Sam poked his shaggy head into the room, a wide grin on his face.

"Cas is waiting for you!" Sam said. "You're taking too long!"

Dean tried to give him a bitchface but Sam was the true master of those faces, so his attempt fell flat.

"Come on, bitch," he said. "Let's go get this over with."

"You're such a jerk," Sam sighed but he was still smiling. Dean followed him out of his bedroom and through the halls of the bunker. The Impala was waiting for them when they ascended the steps outside the bunker and Sam slid into the driver's seat before Dean could, leaving him to run a hand along his gleaming Baby and slip into the shotgun seat. It was only a short drive to the clearing where they'd set off the fireworks on New Year's, since both Dean and Cas had agreed not to hold the ceremony in 'some stuffy church', and Dean got out and stared around appreciatively.

"Okay, c'mon." Sam held out a piece of cloth and Dean let his younger brother blindfold him and guide him to the location. Since neither Dean nor Cas were the bride, they'd agreed that neither of them would walk down the 'aisle' and would instead arrive as equals. But for maximum effect, Rose had said firmly that both of them would be blindfolded until they were together, so that they could both still 'have their minds blown and get raging boners' like what happened when the bride made her traditional entrance.

"You can take it off now," Sam said. Dean reached up and tugged the blindfold off and he immediately nearly died at the sight before him. Cas was standing in front of him, still clutching his own blindfold, and his blue eyes were wide as he stared at Dean. His angel's dark hair was messy as ever and Dean had the thrilled realisation that Cas was wearing the suit he'd always worn before losing his grace, simply minus his trench coat.

"Whoa," was all Dean could mumble as the familiarity of Cas' old look sent blood surging to his downstairs brain.

"Dean," Cas said quietly. "You look…amazing."

Dean brushed down his suit and green tie self-consciously.

"Not as good as you, angel," he muttered, resisting the urge to grab Cas and kiss him then and there.

"Dean!" Charlie's voice called. Dean turned to see Charlie and Rose standing nearby, Charlie in a deep blue dress and Rose wearing a slim red dress. Both of them were beaming and Charlie bounded up to him and threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. Rather than waiting her turn, Rose shouldered her way into the hug as well and Dean grunted and shifted to accommodate her.

"You did well, you two," he said. Charlie and Rose's grins widened and they backed off, letting Dean look around. He was grateful that Rose (and Charlie, when she'd found out and demanded to help) had kept the decorations to a minimum; mostly balloons that were attached to rocks to keep them from floating away and a huge table nearby that was packed with food. Dean hadn't wanted anything fancy and he was very glad to see that the girls had taken that to heart. But why was he looking at the decorations when he had a Cas to stare at?

Everything passed in a blur for Dean after that. The person conducting the ceremony was an old friend of Bobby's, who knew about the supernatural and helped out hunters when he could. That was very handy because Dean was legally dead and Castiel legally didn't exist, so Dean was very relieved when Sam said that George had offered to take care of everything.

Dean registered that everyone had gone silent and was staring at him. Realising that he had to make his vow, he swallowed nervously and took a deep breath.

"I'm pretty sure that this was gonna happen sooner or later," he began. "'Cause when we first met, sparks flew. Literally. And I know that you were a douchebag at first and one of those junkless winged dicks but…you changed, Cas. You became awesome and you were one of the best friends I've ever had."

Dean didn't know where all of these words were coming from but he just couldn't stop.

"I dunno when I started wanting to bone you. Probably all the way back when we were trying to stop Lucifer after he busted out. But you – you were a damn angel and I didn't think that there'd be any chance of you going for it, so I just ignored it and tried to make it go away. But it got stronger and I frigging hated it when you gave up your grace for me but if you hadn't done that, I dunno if this would've ever happened."

The pure love shining out of Cas' eyes made Dean feel weak.

"So…yeah. I love you, Cas, and I'm gonna spend the rest of my life with you whether you like it or not. I can't think of anyone else I'd rather be with. And when we die, I'm gonna hunt you down in Heaven and never let you go. And if I end up in Hell, I'll claw my way out. 'Cause I'm never leaving you again, Cas – you're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

After finishing his vow, Dean had to look away so as not to become overwhelmed by his emotions. Cas waited until Dean could look at him again before saying his vow.

"I've loved you ever since I first laid a hand on you in Hell, Dean," he said in his gravelly voice. "Everything was dark and filthy and pure evil but your soul shone like a beacon. It was so pure and good, even with the growing taint of Hell, and I knew as soon as I touched you that I was lost. We had a very difficult, turbulent relationship over our years as friends but not once did I ever stop loving you, even when my poor choices broke our friendship."

Dean's hands were shaking and he had to press them against his body to try and steady them. How could Cas love him so much? How could he be deserving of this love?

"Not a day goes by where I don't regret giving my grace to save you from that filthy Mark," Cas continued. "Because even if we had admitted our feelings, you would have eventually died and I would still be alive. I would still follow you to Heaven but I would have been expected by my former brothers and sisters to fulfil my angelic duties, when all I desired was to spend my time with you. Now, not only are we equals but we can spend the rest of our lives and then our deaths together."

Cas reached out and cupped Dean's cheek.

"I love you so very much, Dean. And words cannot express the pure joy I feel now at this chance to become so much more than just your lover. Marriage may be but a poor imitation of the true bond between souls that people desire but I'm still ecstatic that we can share this experience. And I am just thrilled that, out of everybody else, you chose me as your lover, as the person to spend the rest of your life with."

Cas nodded when he finished his vow, a wide smile on his face.

'Dammit! You're not crying, Winchester! You are a man and men don't cry!' Dean told himself furiously, trying to ignore the stinging in his eyes.

"Okay, we'll just skip all the crap that comes next about the meaning of rings and bonding and whatnot and get straight to the crunch," George said. Dean nodded gratefully. "Do you, Castiel, take Dean to be your probably unlawfully wedded husband?"

Dean snorted at that.

"I do," Castiel said immediately. Dean felt hot and weak at the joy radiating from his angel's eyes and he found that his mouth had gone dry.

"And do you, Dean, take Castiel to be your 'other half', or whatever it is the kids call it these days?"

There was a very, very brief second where Dean was tempted to chicken out and run far away. But he loved Cas so much and, having the full force of that reciprocated love shining out at him from his angel's face, he knew he couldn't do that to Cas. So he licked his dry lips and nodded.

"I do."

Cas beamed out at him, giving Dean one of the widest grins he'd ever seen his angel with.

"Great!" George clapped his hands. "You can kiss the groom or whatever and I'll have these papers done as soon as I can."

Dean didn't hesitate. He grabbed Cas by his blue tie, yanked him forward and pressed their lips together furiously in a kiss that Cas easily equalled. They only broke apart when Charlie wolf-whistled but Dean just pulled Cas into his arms and held him close, burying his face in Cas' dark hair.

"Castiel Winchester," he murmured, testing it out.

"One of the most beautiful sounds I have ever heard," Cas said, laughing softly as he put his arms around Dean. Dean ran his fingers through Cas' hair, ignoring their audience.

"That makes two of us, angel."