Ta-da! Finally finished! I'm so sorry they've both taken me so long to update. I really appreciate every view, and every comment x thank you so much! Still working on the sequel, and I have a DCBB to work on too. But for now ...

*One year later*

Sam keeps fussing with my tie. Like, it's the third time in ten minutes he's looked at it, walked over, and tried to straighten it. I've given up trying to push him away.

'Can you just relax? You're making me nervous.' I growled at him. He looked up, and then tweaked my eyebrow. 'Sammy!'

'Sorry, sorry,' he held up his hands. And then tweaked my hair. I pushed him away again.

'Really?!'

'I'm nervous, Dean,' he looked in a nearby mirror, and I watched as he straightened his own tie, rearranged his waistcoat, smoothed the lapels of his jacket and fluffed the flower on his button hole. Yeah, I can tell he's nervous.

'You weren't this nervous last time,' I pointed out. He bitchfaced at me.

'Well, last time was very different. You'd better not mention our other wedding in your speech.'

I grinned at him.

'You think I have a speech?'

'Dean, please. It's not funny,' he smoothed his hair back. 'Do you have the rings? And if you make a crappy joke, you're out as my best man. You'll have to swap with Cas.'

'Sam, I love the guy and all, but really? Have you heard Cas give a speech?'

He bitchfaced harder, and I put my hand into my inside pocket, then pulled out the two rings.

'Happy? Cas still walking Becky down the aisle?'

He gave me one nod, and then started pacing across the room. I checked my watch, and saw we had about ten minutes until we needed to go down to the chapel room, where Sam would get married. I still can't believe he's getting married again. To Becky, again. He was so happy when he told us, on a hunt near Albuquerque. Cas congratulated him, I was working too hard on not ripping into him over getting an annulment last time. And even though he said that, "of course" I was his best man, I don't actually know anything about the wedding. Whenever Cas has asked, Sam's just said the prep was going well. Except the one time he said Becky's dad wasn't well, and Cas got roped in to march her down the aisle.

'So, are you and Cas out?' Sam asked as he paced.

'You just said-'

'Not like that, Dean. Do people know you're a couple?'

I shook my head.

'I don't want to make it a big deal. We'll tell some people, but not like a big announcement.'

Sam raised an eyebrow at me.

'You're telling people?'

'Yeah, well, every time I talk to Garth, he asks about "the one". I'm so glad you told him I said that.'

Sam missed the sarcasm, smoothing his hair back again.

'So, the pink, was that Becky's idea?'

'It's called salmon. And yes. So?'

I shrugged, and checked my watch again.

'Should we go? You might actually be able to relax in the hall.'

I don't think for a second that Sam's going to relax until they're declared husband and wife. Or maybe after he's kissed her in public.

'Is it time to go already?'

'Nearly.'

He started breathing heavily.

'Dean, I'm not ready, I-'

I grabbed his shoulders, and looked him in the eye.

'You can do this. You have done this. Except this time, I'm there before you say I do. Right?'

He nodded.

'Right.'

I waited for him to calm the hell down, and then tried again.

'Are we going?'

He nodded, not trusting himself to talk I guess, and we headed down to the room the hotel had given up for the wedding.

'So, why're we not in a church?' I asked as we trudged down the hallway, trying to get him focused on some unimportant detail and then he can stop freaking out about the fact he's marrying Becky.

'Becky's mom thought we should be,' he breathed. 'But Becky told me she didn't want to think of the chapel wedding this time around, so we agreed on the hotel. If her mom asks, it was my idea.'

'Lying to the in-laws already.' I was impressed. We stepped into the elevator and stood quietly next to some guy in a business suit while we went down. As soon as we hit the lobby and started walking through to the function room Sam was getting married in, he started talking again.

'What am I meant to do, Dean? I don't want Becky to feel obligated with a church wedding, I don't want her to have problems with her parents who are paying for the whole thing. And everyone says a wedding is all about the bride, right?'

I shrugged. I won't ever really have that problem.

'Talking about my bride,' he suddenly sounded happier, much less nervous. 'I haven't seen it yet, but according to Charlie, her dress is so good that even you won't be looking at Cas.'

I rolled my eyes. Sam and Charlie seem to be under this weird impression that, because I'm with Cas, I suddenly stopped understanding what there is to appreciate about women. I still enjoy the occasional Busty Asian Beauties. When Cas isn't around.

We walked into the room, and everyone whipped their heads around to look, while we strode up the makeshift aisle. Becky's side of the room is packed with people who're chattering excitedly to each other. I never guessed it was a family trait.

Sam's side is a lot quieter. Probably because there's a handful of hunters sitting down, all checking their pockets surreptitiously and checking out Becky's friends and family for possible hidden demons. Garth and Kevin were sitting up front, by a couple of other guys I'd only met once or twice that Sam had obviously gotten on well with. Garth flagged me down as we got to the front.

'Hey, Dean!' He grinned excitedly. He's on the wrong side of the room.

'Garth.'

'So, do we get to meet her today?'

He looks really eager, and I know what he's referring to, but I can't bring myself to correct him.

'Who?' Kevin looked sideways at Garth, like he was afraid to join in the conversation.

'Dean's girlfriend. The One.'

I pinched the bridge of my nose.

'Yes, okay, fine, you can meet.'

'Where is she?' Garth started craning his neck around, like suddenly some chick was going to jump up and declare that she was my girlfriend. I looked at Sam, who was biting back a smile. Yeah, this is real funny.

'Focus Garth. Sam's wedding, right?'

'She must be a bridesmaid,' Kevin piped up. I patted my jacket pocket for Sam's rings. And then the other one, where I had my angel blade. And then I faced the front, trying to ignore them. Sam bent close, and whispered to me.

'How does Cas feel, being thought of as your girlfriend?'

'Funny. He has no idea.'

Sam patted my shoulder, and then the chatter on Becky's side of the room changed, became quieter, and Sam checked his watch.

'Showtime.'

We both looked around, as the doors at the back opened, and the bridesmaids, including Charlie, started walking up the aisle. They were in the same pink as our ties and waistcoats, walking real slowly in their long dresses. Charlie grinned at the both of us, and the other two girls eyeballed Sam and me. And then Cas was walking through the door with Becky, holding her arm tightly and trying to keep the timing right. I fought the smile that came from seeing his attention to detail, as Sam nudged me. He didn't speak, but I could see what he was thinking.

Last time, their Vegas wedding, Becky had one of those princess puffballs on. Like a little kid. But this dress was a little more adult, it clung to her more, didn't stick out for miles. And she's about to become my sister-in-law for the second time and all, but Sam was right. Becky looked good.

And Cas was taking his job seriously. As soon as they reached us, he unwound his arm from Becky's, and pressed her hand into Sam's. He gave her a small kiss, and gave me one small look before shuffling out of the way, standing by Charlie and the other bridesmaids. I forced myself to concentrate on my brother, and Becky, and listening carefully for when I had to give the rings over.

The guy marrying them was okay, kind of funny. I think he could sense Sam's nerves, so he tried to work the crowd and make them laugh, but I know it didn't help my brother to take a chill pill. He took the rings from me, and started with the vows, and I found myself looking past Becky and Sam, at Cas. He had a little smile on his face, watching them, until he must have realised I was staring. And then he stared back, while we heard about in sickness and health, till death us do part, all that stuff. And I admit, I was thinking of him, thinking about the past year we'd had together. I do feel this stuff when I'm with him, this whole be-there-for-each-other-even-when-it's-shitty bit that they have to read out.

I almost missed the big moment, when Sam had to kiss Becky in public. Cas stopped looking at me, his eyes sliding over and that little smile creeping back in. I forced myself to look back at my brother, as he bent down and gave Becky a seriously tiny kiss. Although, from the whoops and cheers I could hear on the other side of the room, he may as well have bent her over and kissed her face off.

They practically ran down the aisle, as Cas looped arms with one of the bridesmaids, and another one was eyeballing me. Right, yeah, I have to walk one of them back the way we came. I tried to be the one to walk Charlie if I absolutely couldn't have Cas, but Becky started talking non-stop about this cousin who would be offended if he wasn't an usher and I zoned out and next thing I knew, I was paired up with this chick. She clung really tightly to my arm, and kept giggling as we walked back out the room.

So, that's my brother's wedding. He's married to Becky for real this time. I should've paid more attention once my part was over, instead of hanging my every thought on my boyfriend.

'So, you're the best man?' The girl next to me giggled, breaking into my thoughts.

'Yuh-huh.'

'I'm the maid of honour. You know, that means we should be hooking up. It's tradition.'

'Sorry sweetheart, I'm taken.'

'I like a challenge,' she grinned. Oh, great. I should've known when she got introduced to me as Becky's best friend that she'd be creepy. The day just started dragging in front of me, knowing I still had to sit next to this girl at dinner, knowing that I couldn't just go off with Cas. She leaned closer in to me, and I closed my eyes for a second. I just have to make it through dinner.

Of course, before dinner, there's photographs, and the cocktail hour. Most of the guests have gone down to the cocktail room, but Becky's parents, her bridesmaids, that weird cousin, Cas, me and the happy couple are stuck doing a bunch of different poses. And this time, I can't even look at my man, because I'll just wanna hold him, make out with him, take him back to our room and screw him.

'Okay, Best Man, Bride and Groom.'

The photographer's an asshat who hasn't learned anyone's names. But Sam and Becky don't seem to care. They look real loved up, the way they're constantly looking at each other, and talking quietly together. I feel like I'm interrupting something by being in the shot.

The photos took forever, and they were hard to stand there and smile through. I mean, I am happy for my brother, and he and Becky look psyched. But Cas was always just out of reach, and we couldn't talk, and I felt completely frustrated by that. I know it's my own fault.

But eventually, the photo shoot ended, and we all finally got to join Becky's family and the few hunters Sam had invited in the cocktail room. I headed straight for the bar, and ordered a beer, leaning up against the counter as they poured one from the tap, and someone nudged me. Jody.

'Hey Dean,'

'Hi Jody. Looking good.'

She was. I've never seen Jody in a dress before, or heels, but she looked great. She smiled, and took a glass of champagne from the tray that was left out for the guests, and waited while I got my beer.

'Can we talk a second?' She asked me.

'Sure.'

'Not here. Over there,' she gestured with her wine glass to an area that no one was standing near, and I led the way over, wondering why she wanted privacy. She looked up at me carefully.

'So, guess it sucks knowing Sam's married,' I opened with. He always did flirt with Jody. She smirked, and shrugged.

'Nah, I'll still have fun with him, it's harmless. I wanted to talk about you.'

'Me?'

She nodded slowly.

'I saw you in there, staring past Sam and his new wife. Saw who you were checking out. Saw them looking back in exactly the same way. You kept that quiet.'

I looked down at my beer, half hoping that she was thinking I was staring at a bridesmaid. I know I said I want people to know, and I'm not ashamed of Cas at all, but still, the words don't seem to want to come up.

'Come on, Dean,' she nudged my arm when I didn't respond. 'I'm not blind. And I'm a cop, I'm as good at spotting these things as you are. Have you been with him for long?'

I looked up at her, and she smiled back at me, that sideways one she gets when she's being like a mom.

'About fourteen months.'

She raised her eyebrows.

'That long?'

I nodded.

'Well, congrats, Dean.'

'Really?'

I couldn't believe it was going so well, even if I still hadn't managed to say the words. She smiled.

'Really. He looks like he's crazy about you.'

I didn't know what to say back to that. Thanks? I'm crazy about him too? It's so weird to be talking with you about my boyfriend right now.

'Tell me something about him,' she took a sip of her champagne, and I looked around the room, scanning for where he might be. I could see him talking with Kevin, and Garth sticking his two cents in. But Cas looked okay, nodding along politely and talking back. Knowing him, he was asking Kevin about the tablet. I smiled to myself at that and looked back at Jody, bending my head close.

'He was an angel.'

'You're probably the only person I know who could say that and actually mean an angel, not some kind of compliment.'

Somehow, her saying that loosened me up a little, and I filled her in about Cas.

'That's Castiel? Your Castiel?' She whisper-shouted at me, just as Becky's weird cousin tapped a fork to his glass and called everyone through for food. Everyone started filtering through, and she caught my arm up, stopping me from joining the crowd. 'If I'd known your Cas was so hot, I might have made a play for him.'

I smiled at her.

'You'd have no chance.'

'A girl can dream about having an angel of her own.'

'Yeah, but most of them are dicks.' I gulped down some of my beer, and had a quick brainwave. Jody was completely impartial, she'd have some good advice. 'Hey, Jody?'

'Yes?'

I took a deep breath.

'Look, I want … I don't want it to be a secret, Cas and me. But I don't know- I've never-' I took another deep breath. 'What do you think I should do?'

She shrugged at me.

'Probably not a good idea to make a big deal over it at your brother's wedding.' She pointed out.

'Sam and Becky keep telling me I should. They're a little over board about it.'

'Okay … what does Castiel say?'

'That it's up to me. That for him, we're together and that's the most important thing. But he knows how I feel about it, so I'm the one who gets to decide.'

She got this weird, melting look on her face when I told her that.

'Dean,' she squeezed my arm. 'Maybe you just treat him like you always would? Then people can work it out for themselves. It shouldn't matter anyway, right?'

She made it sound so easy. I looked down into my beer, trying to picture just going over to Cas, grabbing his hand like we always do, maybe kissing him … in front of everyone here. I couldn't do it, couldn't cope with all the staring, all the judgement.

'Hey, you know its food time, right?' Garth came over and nudged my shoulder. I looked up from the beer, trying to shake off the image of people screaming in my face about kissing Cas. 'You're the best man, right? You've got to embarrass Sam horribly.'

Garth was grinning, and I shrugged.

'Why does everyone think I have a speech planned?'

Garth fell apart laughing.

'Sure, sure. Hey, so are you going to tell us about your girlfriend?'

I looked at Jody, and she just smiled and walked off. Thanks a lot, Jody. I cleared my throat.

'Well, better get in there and fake up a speech.'

I started moving off, but Garth followed me.

'Is she blonde? Tall? One of the bridesmaids? Give me something, Dean!'

'I'll gank you, how about that?'

'I don't get why you're being so secretive.'

I sighed. He's not going to leave it alone, is he?

'Dark hair, blue eyes. Tall. Happy?'

I didn't let him answer, pushing forward to taking my seat up by Becky. She beamed at me, and started babbling away, but it didn't bother me. It was welcome, after the pressure from Garth. At least, it was until her friend took her seat, and started putting her hand on my leg. I turned away as Becky talked about how cute the room looked to glare at the chick, who smirked back.

'Hey handsome.'

'I really wouldn't.' I warned her. Becky leaned across me.

'Tanya, leave him alone. Dean's a grizzly bear.'

'Mmmmm, I like bears,' she squeezed my arm, and Sam started laughing on the other side of Becky. I tried not to take it out on them, they're all buzzed from getting married. I gritted my teeth and looked at the bridesmaid. Tanya.

'I told you already, I'm with someone.'

'That old chick at the bar? Come on.' She started rubbing my bicep, and I turned away, ignoring her pawing at me, trying to decide if I was more pissed off that she wasn't getting the point or that she thought of Jody as just some "old chick". I closed my eyes and thought of last night with Cas, before we had to separate to help Sam and Becky. The way we just stood for ages with our foreheads touching, his fingers squeezing mine tightly. Like I was breathing him in. I didn't sleep properly, knowing he was in a different room. I kept reaching out for him and waking Sam up in the next bed. I haven't spent many nights without him since that week in Wisconsin.

The meal was fine, even with that Tanya chick hanging all over me. I did have a speech, whatever I told everyone else. And I left out the part about Sam and Becky's other wedding, since they whined at me about it. It was all good, but it made me think about how quickly the day was going, how time was flying by, and how long I had spent away from Cas. I hate myself for not being able to take Jody's advice.

Everyone's milling around, either dancing to the music or sitting around the room, talking and laughing. I'm in the corner, nursing a beer and hating myself for still not saying anything. I kept imagining just taking Jody's advice, walking up to Cas and just being us. And I want to do it, but I just can't make myself move.

'Hey Dean,' Sam broke through my thoughts.

'Hey, congratulations.'

'Thanks,' he drank from his own beer, and I waited for what he wanted. 'Nice speech.'

'I know.'

He laughed nervously, then put a hand on my arm.

'Look, I've been talking to Jody, she said you were struggling with the whole Cas thing. You know you don't have to do anything, right? No one's expecting anything, and he knows-'

'Yeah, I know. But I should.'

Sam nodded, and looked across the room.

'Becky wants me, I'd better go. Good luck.'

'Thanks. Have fun.'

He waved and moved through the crowd, and I bit the bullet, approaching Cas, who was talking with Garth and Kevin again. Garth grinned huge at me when he noticed me, and I felt instantly wary.

'Hey Dean. Cas was just telling us all about your girlfriend.'

That didn't seem likely. Cas turned his head around to look at me, to silently promise he would never reveal everything without me being okay with it. I could see him out the corner of my eye, but I made myself focus on Garth.

'Really?'

'Yuh-huh. Pointed her out to us too, that blonde over there. She's pretty, don't know why you're being so secretive about her.'

Garth's doing my head in.

'Cas? Can we talk a minute?'

I still didn't look at him, even as I walked into a nearby corner. He followed me, and then I finally let myself look at him. He looked worried.

'Dean, I didn't say a word-'

'I know, I know. Of course you didn't, Garth thinks it's some chick.'

He looked relieved. And freaking adorable like that.

'Then what did you want to talk about?'

'Can't I just talk to you?'

He gave me a small smile.

'I've missed you too,' he whispered, and looked over his shoulder to check no one was listening in.

'I'm sorry, Cas. Believe me, I want to just tell people. Jody worked it out and she said we should just be us, to hell with everyone else, but-'

'It's okay. I'm not going to pressurise you, Dean. I'm looking forward to going home, making up for lost time.'

He's the best boyfriend ever.

'I want people to know.'

He nodded, looking concerned now.

'Take your time. And whatever you decide to do, I'll do what I can to help.'

'Thanks.'

'It's what I'm here for. Did you want another beer?' He pointed to my near-empty glass.

'I'll go get it.'

'It's fine, I'll get it, I want to look at the cocktail menu again.'

He held his hand out for my empty, and as his fingers hit mine, I stopped thinking. I reached across and kissed him, like I always do, and I only realised what I had done when his mouth was against mine. But God, I have missed him, needed him; and now I've kissed him, I don't want to stop. I held the back of his neck, feeling him melt into me, and knowing we probably had an audience. But this was what I wanted, right? To have people know what Cas means to me, to have them know we're in a relationship, and we're happy together.

He pulled out of the kiss before I was ready, looking worried, like he wasn't ready to deal with my reaction. I wasn't ready to deal with everyone else, and the idea of him going to the bar and leaving me to deal with Garth made me feel a little nauseous.

'I'm coming with you to the bar,' I whispered. He nodded, and let me kiss him again. I don't know if he could tell that I was stalling, but he probably could. He let me set the pace, let me pull away when I was ready. And then I walked with tunnel vision, gripping his hand and pulling him to the bar. He grabbed the cocktail menu with his other hand, and I pulled him close to me.

'Have you ever tried a Long Island Iced Tea?' He asked.

'Nope. I need something stronger.'

He put the menu down, and put his hand on my shoulder.

'It'll be okay, Dean. Remember what Becky said? Anyone who has a problem with it, she'll have removed.'

I squeeze the hand I was still holding, as the bartender came up. Cas happily ordered his cocktail, and a treble whiskey for me, then looked behind us as they started putting our drinks together.

'Garth and Kevin are watching us.'

'Figured they might.'

'You're going to have to talk to them some time.'

'You know what I wanna do? I wanna drink this, and then I wanna dance with you.'

I looked at him, watching him process my words. He smiled weakly.

'You want to dance?'

'Sure, why not?'

His smile looked more genuine, and he reached in to kiss me, just as the bartender put our drinks down. I held up a finger to the guy, and let Cas maul me. The whole wedding thing couldn't be over fast enough for me. I needed to get him upstairs to our room. But I knew Sam would kill me for ditching out even on the party, and besides, there were other things I needed to do before we could leave.

Cas peeled himself off me, and reached into his pocket for some cash, passing it over and grabbing his cocktail, sucking on the straw happily as I grabbed my tumbler.

'Hey guys,' Charlie pushed her way between us. 'So, you're finally out?'

'Out?' Cas sounded confused, and I groaned as I knocked back some of the whiskey. Charlie ignored me and started babbling at him, explaining what she meant, and I knew I couldn't argue over it. Cas was my boyfriend, and I wasn't going to let him go anywhere, which meant I had to accept that people would assume I was gay. Which meant accepting that admitting I was with Cas would be seen as coming out. He wound his arms around me when Charlie finally shut up.

'We're just us,' Cas told her simply. She rolled her eyes, even though the smile didn't drop off her face. They get on better these days, but I always get this weird vibe underneath it all, like they're still competing somehow. He pressed closer to me. 'Do you wanna go dance now?'

I tipped back the rest of my whiskey, slamming the glass on the bar, and stood up. He slurped down the rest of his drink and grinned at Charlie, who shook her head back at him.

'See you guys later. I'm going to find my date.'

She started scanning the crowd, as Cas pulled me onto the dance floor. The music wasn't my thing, but watching Cas try out the moves that Sam and I had caught the girls teaching him one day was worth it. He was grinning like he was so proud of himself for remembering it all. He bent closer like he wanted to talk in private.

'I didn't know Charlie had a date.'

'Me either. But it's Charlie, that girl could score anywhere.'

He looked around behind me, like he could spot the mystery girl, and I pressed closer to him, winding my arms around his waist. He smiled, and nodded over to the side.

'I found her. I wasn't expecting that.'

I turned to look over my shoulder, where he was looking, and saw Charlie hugging some blonde girl. Some blonde girl who turned out to be Meg. I tried to resist the urge to run across the room and gank the bitch.

'Dean, leave it.' Cas whispered at me.

'You're right. The room's full of hunters, it just takes one to work out there's a freaking demon around.'

He grabbed my chin and pulled me back around to face him.

'Don't go telling people. Sam and Becky would hate there being any issue.'

I hate when he's so reasonable. I made myself concentrate on dancing with him, and not the fact that my best friend invited a total hag to my brother's wedding. He relaxed after another song, and I started to get over it too, just focusing on him. I don't know what I was so worried about, everyone's left us alone. Half of Becky's family haven't even looked at us, and when I finally looked back over at Garth, he just grinned and winked at me. Like he knew all along it would be Cas. Which is total bullshit, he never would have called it.

The music went quiet, and everyone on the dance floor looked around at the DJ booth. Charlie had grabbed the microphone, and was grinning like she was so pleased with herself. I really hoped she wasn't going to declare undying love for Meg or something.

'Hey everyone, hi!' Charlie babbled into the mic. 'Um, Sam and Becky and me, we've picked the next song. We wanted to dedicate it to the best man, so Dean, enjoy this one.'

I'm going to kill them all. The music started, some slow tune, and Cas cuddled closer, making me sway in time with the music. I made myself refocus on him.

'Why do you think they picked this song?' He whispered. I rested my forehead against his.

'I don't know. I don't care.'

He nodded, and I could tell he was listening to the song for some hidden meaning. The guy's singing about some chick, so unless they're calling Cas a girl, I got nothing. Except … they know what I have planned. This is probably them all hinting that I should get on with it.

The song hit a line in the chorus, and I totally got why Charlie had dedicated it to us. Cas leaned away from me, cocking his ear slightly.

'Did he just sing about loving angels?'

'Yuh-huh.'

'Well, that's inaccurate.'

Cas never got his grace back. He says it's okay, that he doesn't miss it anymore, but I think he does.

'People still call you my angel, I guess that's what they were going for.'

Cas sighed, and snuggled back in my arms, and it was nice to just spend a few minutes wrapped in each other, swaying to the music, completely uninterrupted. I knew it was time. Forcing myself not to freak out, as the song went to the musical bit, I tried to play it off casually.

'So, weddings aren't too bad.'

'I've enjoyed myself. Sam and Becky are very happy together.'

'Yeah. So are we.'

He raised his head to look at me, smiling innocently.

'Of course we are.'

Okay, I need to pull myself together.

'Maybe we should do this.'

He was still smiling, but I could see the confusion in his eyes. I shrugged, like it was no big deal.

'I mean, maybe we should get married.'

The confusion is still there, the smile's still fake. He can't tell if I'm serious. I reached into my pants pocket and pulled out the ring box, flipping it open.

'Castiel?' I took a deep breath in. 'Will you marry me?'

He stared at me, the smile fixed in place. I couldn't read his expression well, which probably meant he was thinking of a few things all at once. I tried to stay calm, and not panic. He obviously needs a few seconds to process it all.

'Pardon?'

Don't freak out, don't freak out, don't freak out …

'Will you marry me?'

His eyes flickered down to the ring in the box. It was my mom's wedding ring, and one I used to wear all the time. The ring box came from Sam. It made sense at the time, because I'm asking him to be part of the family.

'It wasn't an option-'

'It's an option now.' I'm trying my best to keep my frustration down, but I know I was too short with him just then. He looked at me for a moment, then back at the ring. It's agonising waiting for him to answer. 'Cas? You can say yes any time you like.'

He smirked, and carried on studying the ring. Does he know what he's doing to me? I looked over his shoulder for a moment and saw Sam watching us. He mouthed something at me and I shook my head back, letting him know that I was still waiting. He puffed his cheeks out, like he had nothing. I focused back on Cas.

'You want to marry me?' He finally asked.

'Standing here with a ring, asking you. Yeah, I want to marry you.'

He looked at me properly, his expression serious, those blue eyes looking so deep. I licked my lips nervously.

'I didn't think you wanted to.'

I can feel myself start to sweat. I never sweat. I took another deep breath.

'Sam and me, we've been talking about it lately. It makes sense.'

'It's a big commitment.'

'Maybe, but I said yes to you a long time ago now. It'll be like having a party for a promise we made ages ago.'

He nodded slowly.

'So? Are you going to answer ever?'

He gave me a smaller, genuine smile.

'I said yes ages ago too.'

'So … yes?'

He laughed, and slid his fingers along my neck, into the edge of my hairline.

'Yes, Dean. I'll marry you.'

I kissed him, feeling relieved, and he kissed back for a few moments, before laughing again.

'Are you going to put that ring on my finger?'

I kissed him again, before grabbing his hand and sliding the ring on, tucking the box back in my pocket. He looked down at his hand happily, and I watched him taking it all in. His eyes flickered up to mine, and he grinned at me.

'I can't believe … did you really …'

I pulled him closer, kissing him hard. I knew Sam and Becky would descend on us at some point soon, Becky wanting to see the ring and chattering non-stop about wedding ideas, and Sam just punching my arm before watching his wife. So I was going to make this moment count for as much as I could. And besides, Sam and Becky still have to cut their cake, and do something with Becky's flowers. It was still their wedding.