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They've celebrated (over and over and over) officially becoming engaged, until Dean fell asleep, or possibly passed out from too much pleasure. He wakes up pleasantly achy, in his boyfr... fiancé's arms. He has a fiancé. Who's an angel. Cas. He won't be surprised at all if one of these days he'll wake up to find Sam disconnecting him from a djinn's IV contraption. But until then, he's not trying to save himself - fuck it, if it's a dream, he'll take it.
To be welcomed by Cas' soft smile and his hand hovering right across their line of sight, the old ring that's not sitting on Dean's finger anymore hugging his instead? Worth the chance of becoming dinner.
Then that hand goes to cradle Dean's head, and a minute later they're kissing, again. The first time it happened, Dean mumbled something about morning breath, but Cas pointed out that, as much as he sometimes misses it, he doesn't experience tastes like a human anymore... Dean hasn't been masochistic enough to object since.
"Can't start again, we're busy," he mumbles afterwards, kicking himself a little for it. Then again, Sammy'll come back soon, surely? His brother doesn't deserve to catch them at it...yet another time. (Hey, Cas and he had a lot of catching up to do, once they finally got with the program.)
"Are we? The case is done." Cas smirks a little, and Dean almost gives in. Almost.
"We have a wedding to plan. Didn't you hear your English friend? He had a laundry list of...though maybe we should start with the basics."
"Coffee?" Cas rumbles.
Dean laughs. "You know me so well." So what if he's already an anxious mess 3 seconds after waking. He's not going to be a productive mess until he gets at least coffee and some decent food in him. Then again, he's pretty sure that's how all humans work.
"I'll go get breakfast," Cas promises.
"You're an angel," he replies, because of course. He pads towards the shower chuckling at his own joke. The hot water will help unwind him. And yes, Cas could set him right as rain in a blink, but he likes feeling him afterwards way too much to let himself be healed.
Cas comes back with company, and it's not Sam, so excuse Dean for glaring. It's that other angel... Azi-something. Dean won't remember (or use, really) more than Azi, and he could switch to Ass if Cas doesn't reassure him that everything's okay in the next second.
"Short distance, your brother said he'd rather walk back," his fiancé says. Ok, that actually sounds like Sam, especially with the likely side effects of teleporting.
"Smells good" he replies, acknowledging with a little nod that there's no reason to storm the castle. Diner. Interdimensional vehicle. Whatever. He lets himself eye the boxes and cups the other two are carrying with interest.
"I thought that between the two of us, it'd be easier to carry everything. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day," Azi says, laying a box on the table and opening it to reveal a plate of eggs and bacon, cutlery at its side. Still warm, from the fragrance. Dean sits down, after sharing a look with Cas. If anything was wrong, he'd get at least a hint.
"Thank you." He's ready to attack the meal, when his fiancé says, "That's not the only reason you came along, Aziraphale, is it now?" with a raised eyebrow.
Fuck. That'd be too nice, of course. His hand's already halfway to his mouth, so Dean eats his first bite anyway. It's as delicious as yesterday's sweet feast.
"Crowley sent me to apologise."
"Wut?" He says, around his mouthful.
"I, huh, implied that black cars are gloomy yesterday. I didn't mean to - disparage the lady or anything."
Dean almost chokes on a laugh, because seriously? He thought there could be cross-dimensional troubles and this is about Baby? Miraculously (possibly) he manages to swallow the right way, before chuckling.
Azi seems less than impressed, but forges on, "Seriously, I love the Bentley, it's just," Azi sighs. "He wasn't around. Oh, right, you can't know."
"What?" At this point, Dean's curious.
"Crowley has the prettiest golden eyes in all of creation." Azi positively beams.
"Fuck." Ok, no, different universe, different universe, different universe. Dude was lucky he wore glasses, though, because, Cas' friends or no, he might have attacked on sheer reflex yesterday.
"Sorry, what seems to be the problem?" Azi sounds so...old-fashioned that the only reason Dean doesn't snort aloud is that, well, angel. Trying not to make Cas have to pick between one of the tolerable ones and them again. Even if he can trust where the chips would land in that case.
"Yellow eyes are prince-of-hell material here. And, huh, the reason we started hunting in the first place, back when dad didn't even know that...or anything else, really. When someone dares to target family, we're not just going to let him, you know?" He shrugs.
"Oh dear me. I am so sorry to hear it. Crowley's so proud of having kept his standing by causing a huge number of low-level frustrations or stealing credit rather than, you know, anything that'd disappoint me."
"I know he's got at least some good taste, so I'm ready to believe he's not as awful as I'm used to. But it'd be nice if he kept his glasses on when he's around, even if that's usually not a move I'd be caught dead suggesting."
"Oh, you don't have to worry about that. I have a hard enough time getting him to drop them when it's just the two of us, it's absurd. Anyway, huh, I am sorry - again. I meant to fix things, not make you feel worse. Maybe I should just disappear. And if we end up off the guest list, well..." Azi keeps fidgeting, and really, what?
"Who said that? Breathe. And, huh, we're cool. Everybody's invited and hopefully happy if - you said he'd keep them on anyway. So. No bad memories, or anything. Besides, he needs to introduce me to the Bentley."
This time it's Azi's turn to chuckle. "Oh, yeah, sure. He'll be thrilled. Actually, maybe I should get back to him anyway. You know, make sure he hasn't been playing pranks on someone..."
And with that, Azi's gone. "You know, that Crowley sounds surprisingly decent for a demon," Dean says, before focusing again on his well-deserved breakfast. Cas simply hums his assent. Dean's almost finished his coffee when Cas slides the box he's been holding towards him. Well, he can take a hint, so he puts down the cup and opens it instead. There's decadent blueberry pie staring back at him.
"You really love me," he quips, before taking a bite.
Cas snorts. "Finally he gets it."
It's not serious, but Dean gets up and kisses him anyway, sharing sweetness. And Cas can't even taste it properly, which is a real tragedy.
Of course, that's when Sam arrives. Oh well. Kisses he should be used to, by now, as much as Dean tries not to PDA too blatantly. His brother doesn't even fake a grimace, just asks if he should leave again, a glint in his eyes.
"Don't be stupid," Dean retorts, returning to his pie. "Besides, you gotta tell me what those weird immortals wanted from you."
"Ah, that." Just his tone makes Dean go on mild alert. Sam suspects he'll be unhappy with...whatever he will do well to come clean about in the next five seconds. "Clara - the waitress, you know - has a companion of her own, and she thought that we could, bond I guess. Help her get out of her shell."
"I mean, not that you're not a pro, witnesses enough can attest to that, but you'd think that being her companion, she'd be in the best position to do that," Dean comments.
"I didn't get all the details, but there's definitely history, so..." Sam shrugs.
So getting the big puppy to do the work for her makes sense. Not like Dean hasn't done the same as often as he could get away with. Still. "What went wrong?"
"Uh? Nothing." And Sammy sounds so earnestly surprised you'd believe him, too, if you didn't know him as well as Dean does.
"Let me rephrase: what did you do I will probably be pissed off about?"
"It was an accident." Yeah, Chernobyl was too, so if his brother could just speak up so they can start fixing it... "Clara acted as if she and her companion might come to the wedding, and I - extended an invitation to a very interesting friend of theirs they mentioned. Said friend usually travels with some people, too, and they vary. So I am not even sure how many people I have invited, and I know I shouldn't have been doing it in the first place. It's your wedding, but."
"Shut up. And seriously? You worried about manners? We'll just go large when ordering, hoping this interesting friend you mentioned won't come with a literal busload of people. I thought there was some - spell trouble, or something. " Dean sighs. This could have been such a nice morning, if people didn't keep scaring him half to death over nothing at all.
Sam shakes his head, "Nothing accidental there - and anyway, I'll need more info to persuade them I can help."
"What?" This is Cas, taking the word right out of Dean's mouth.
"They are slightly bespelled, at least from a certain point of view, hence the functionally immortal, but they say there are no side effects, and I am inclined to believe them. I mean, if they did want to eat someone or anything along those lines, coming to your wedding is the stupidest move they could make. In multiple universes."
Dean chuckles. "Maybe. But if you're going to be spreading invites, too, maybe we should really start planning this thing first. Like, huh, where, when, you know. Kind of difficult to actually invite people otherwise."
"Right. So, huh...What was your idea?"
"You're expecting me to have ideas. I don't exactly have a dream wedding folder already at hand, you know," Dean snorts.
Sam doesn't sass him back, miracle of miracles, but his lips curl in a way that says he finds the fact that he's aware these things exist hilarious anyway. If anyone pushes, he's blaming Lisa's taste in tv.
"So what's next? Research the prettiest churches in Kansas? Or any state?" his brother asks instead.
"Do we even want a church wedding?" Dean wonders aloud. Doesn't that mean that some priest will ask a bunch of questions they'll probably have to lie about?
"Marrying a literal angel in a civil ceremony?" Sam retorts, and huh...yeah, that sounds kinda weird.
"I already said that I am not fussy over the details, Sam," Cas reminds them in a gentle tone.
"Wait wait wait." Dean raises a hand. You gotta stop Sammy before he falls into a research hole. "Speaking of guest list and all. Do you think we can get Jack to show up?" he turns to Cas. He messed up with the kid, he's well aware (when doesn't he, truly), but hopefully not irreparably.
"Answering in his stead feels way too presumptuous, but I am certainly going to ask him to," his angel replies.
"Well then... could we ask him to officiate, too? I mean, it doesn't get any holier than that, does it?"
Cas laughs, deep and delicious. "Right. So, we will ask."
"Thought it'd be easier if you did." Look, he loves the kid, okay? He's just - he owes an apology to, well, god. (It still feels weird, It's about yesterday that the boy was born.) And if Cas could butter him up a little before he did have to face him, that would be nice.
"Dean..." Cas sighs. Uh-oh. Has he already annoyed his fiancé? That's gotta be a record, right? "Jack loves you. He'll be thrilled if you call. And to be honest, nobody prays quite like you do."
Sam chuckles. "That's for sure." Traitor.
Ok, he can do that. If he can't talk to Jack, he definitely can't stand in front of him and answer "I do" with...well, however many people will be there, all staring at him. Not without going scarlet, and he doesn't want the day to taste like guilt for his failures. There'll be room enough before and after for that.
So he clears his throat, and starts, "So, Jack - I mean, God - whatever you want to go by now, you said you'd be everywhere, which means you're also a little bit already here, and that is very very confusing, let me tell you. Now, Cas is with me, which you possibly already know, and it'd be nice if you could be a bit more here. Like, in a way that won't make us feel too stupid if we keep talking to you. And preferably with a mouth to answer. So, huh, if you could tilt our way, or...however appearing works. That'd be appreciated. Kid? Are you getting this?"
"I am." Oh, here he is, with that soft smile that's way too cute and always reminded Dean of Sam. "Ready to answer."
"Hello, Jack," Cas rumbles, Sam echoing him, and oh brilliant, if any of them could take over...
The boy returns the greeting, waving at them all. "What did you want to talk about?"
"We're getting married," Cas announces, grabbing Dean's hand. As if there could be a doubt about who he's referring to.
"Congratulations!" God grins, and isn't that a weird sentence to think.
"You're going to be there, right?" his angel asks.
"How could I miss some of my dads actually making it official?" Jack's still smiling, and damn, he looks remarkably like Cas right now. Maybe it's the angle. If Dean wasn't sure about his actual sperm donor he would have serious doubts at the moment.
Instead, he blurts out, "Seriously?" because he's an idiot.
And now he's made the kid sad, and he hates himself, even if he doesn't need to worry about divine retribution.. Probably. "I thought..." Jack mumbles.
"No! Yes! I mean - you might have had enough of me. Parenting's so not my thing."
"Objection," Sam quips, and this is important, dammit.
God sighs. "Dean. Were you perfect? No. But I know by now that you didn't have the best examples, to put it mildly. You've still been better than them, and - also made a few of your own mistakes, which is pretty much what one can expect from people. All around, though? I am glad you were one of my parents. I mean, I could have landed much worse." Jack chuckles.
Ok, so he's done better than Lucifer. Not exactly the highest praise. And, huh, possibly than his own parents, but he's not sure how much in earnest the boy can be about that. "I'm sorry," he says anyway, and he means it.
"Thank you." Dean's still absorbing that - he's fine, they're fine, Jack didn't leave because he hates him (like he would have every right to), their kid is coming to the wedding. Yay.
"Actually, we were hoping for a...gift, you could say," Cas interjects. Perfect.
"Which one?" Jack's got that 'curious puppy' air that is so very similar to Dean's own angel.
"If you could be our officiant," Cas explains, with a smile of his own.
"Don't be stupid!" God snaps, and before Dean can properly panic, he continues, "Sorry, sorry, auntie was being loud, but she's got a point. That can't be a gift for you, because it'll be a pleasure for me. And, huh, she might also have a point about- well, to quote her, the only proper gift from a deity are resurrections. All the resurrections, considering the , huh, complete fuckup grandpa caused. Over and over. I'd personally like to add a caveat and say 'all the resurrections that you want and I can get the people in question to agree to'. I mean, I am trying to make heaven more decent, and tossing someone back down if they'd rather not, you know." He shrugs.
Dean sighs. "Yeah, we get it. That'd be a major asshole move, and they'd end up hating you, and us, and everyone's trying to avoid earning hate right now. Pretty sure it would jinx the ceremony, if nothing else. Or, you know, possibly end in attempted murder. Kinda trying to have a day off from that, if we can manage it."
"You will," Jack says, confident in a way that looks at odds with his baby face. How did they end up with a god that triggers the 'must take care of the kiddo' reflex? Sure, the old one needed all the kicks in the nuts, and is hopefully getting some right now, but this. Oh well. At least Jack means well.
"Awesome. Then, huh, mind if we come up with a list? Of people to ask, I mean? Because I know Amara is much more the hands-on type, but we'll need to order, catering and a place to have the ceremony in and whatever else, and we should at least have a rough idea of how many people will be there. Jeez, this thing is way more chaotic than I expected."
Jack chuckles. "You figured out how to take down Chuck, you can definitely conquer party planning. But yes, sure, I'll look forward to getting a list - and rein auntie in, I promise. And, huh, you can always call when you want. You do know that, don't you? I thought I'd been clear," His eyes sweep over all of them.
Dean flinches a little. Wait, had Jack been waiting for an invitation? This was insane. But sure, he'd call. Pray. Something."See you soon, then," he says instead.
And then the kid hugs all of them. And Dean will miss him, damn. But Jack's off again, still fixing the mess, possibly? It was multiverse-spanning, after all. Even with godly powers, he wouldn't be surprised if that required time.