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Somthing Old, Something new

for @colorlessjay

Summary/Prompt written by @colorlessjay

So this one was inspired by the song "Something Blue" by VIOLA

The idea is that Dean and Cas were childhood sweethearts. Having to hide who they are from everyone because neither of their families would approve. They make promises to each other. They hope to one day just run away together ad actually get married. Childish fantasies, Cas thinks, not taking Dean seriously when he says cas is IT for him

Especially when John gives Dean a choice when he's 18. Either stay in town and be an adult. Or come with him and Sam on another road trip. And Sam comes first above everything else

Dean makes a promise to come back, but Cas doesn't believe him. But he indulges the idea and tells Dean he'll wait

That was 10 years ago and Cas did wait. Stupidly he did. Only until his family set him up with a nice young woman named Daphnie who promises to make an 'honest man' out of him. His family hopes a marriage would cure Cas of his... desires

And Cas accepts. If nothing else, it'll make his family happy.

A week before the wedding though, Dean comes back to town

And castiel considers disobedience

Story by me, supernatural_sophia (Will later be cross posted to AO3)

Castiel stared at the small box on the table in front of him. His parents stared at him with high expectations, just as they always had. Daphne and her family would be arriving soon. Everyone expected Castiel to propose, and he was going to.

He was almost 30 years old and hadn’t had a relationship in 8 years; even that one was a secret. Castiel’s attraction to men was less of a kept secret. That’s why his parents introduced him to Daphne. She was beautiful, faithful, and worked with men like Castiel who needed help turning their lives back to God.

Castiel greeted Daphne and her family with a forced, but convincing smile. Throughout the dinner, he fiddled with the box in his pocket. He almost didn’t do it before his mother cleared her throat.

“Castiel,” she smiled, looking at him with intense eyes. “Don’t you have something you want to ask Daphne?”

Castiel could feel his nerves trying to jump out of his skin as he pulled the box out of his pocket, hands shaking. He got on one knee next to Daphne, and she let out a loud squeal before he could even begin speaking.

“Oh my gosh!” Daphne gasped. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“I haven’t even asked yet,” Castiel teased. It felt fake, like he was lying to her, but he guessed he was.

“Well, just ask me already!” Daphne giggled.

“Daphne Allen,” Castiel began. “Will you do me the honor and become Mrs. Daphne Novak?”

“Of course I will!” Daphne squealed, taking the ring out of the box and placing it on her finger. She kissed Castiel with passion that Castiel wished he could give back to her.

His parents smiled at him proudly, and Daphne’s parents clapped. He always thought he would leave this town behind with the one that got away, but now, here he was cementing his fate to stay forever.

8 years ago

“How does it feel to finally be 18?” Castiel’s best friend, Dean, asked.

“Honestly,” Castiel started. “About the same.”

“Shut up,” Dean playfully shoved Castiel. “You’re literally an adult now. You can do what you want.”

“Dean, we already do what we want,” Castiel said, acting like he was leaning in for a kiss before he swiped the bottle of whiskey from behind Dean.

“Dude,” Dean scoffed as Castiel took a sharp swig from the bottle. “You can’t just leave me hanging like that.”

“Like what?” Castiel feigned innocence. “What? Were you expecting this?”

Castiel leaned in and kissed Dean.

“Yeah, Cas,” Dean grinned. “Something like that.”

Present day (two years after the proposal)

Castiel was stocking the shelves at the Gas-n’-sip, trying not to think of the wedding plans. Daphne was so excited and wanted a large, expensive wedding. Castiel had never bothered to get a better-paying job because he always thought he would leave one day. Now, he was working overtime just to make some extra cash to help pay for her extravagant wedding. Luckily, they didn’t need to pay for a pastor or church since Castiel’s father was a priest.

The bell above the door rang, and a customer, whom he knows to be difficult, walked in. Castiel put on his best customer service smile and headed to the counter.

“Cassie,” The man grinned. “What kinda luck are we having today?”

“Crowley, I’m not giving you any more deals on scratch-offs,” Castiel said, immediately trading his smile for a frown. “Or scotch.”

“Who shat in your panties today?” Crowley challenged.

“It’s just been a long day,” Castiel replied.

“I’ll bet,” Crowley scoffed. “I mean, how long can you really put off getting married? My bet’s on one more month before you crack. Then the wife realizes you can’t get it up for her and she leaves you within the first 6 months.”

“My personal business is my business, not yours,” Castiel sighed.

Crowley was right, though. Castiel had been fighting this marriage for two years already, and Daphne was getting antsy. She had almost everything prepared and ready to be set in motion. All that was needed was the date, and Castiel kept pushing it farther and farther back.

“Anywho, I’ll have 6 scratch-offs, a 6-pack of beers, and 20 bucks on pump 6,” Crowley grinned.

“Of course,” Castiel rolled his eyes at Crowley’s use of the devil’s number. Ever since Crowley found out that Castiel’s father was a preacher, he has tried to upset Castiel with random ‘demonic’ things, such as buying things in three sets of sixes.

“Thanks, Cassie,” Crowley smiled. “You’re a peach.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Castiel scoffed.

While his conversation with Crowley was going on, Castiel must have missed the bell ringing because he was surprised to see someone behind Crowley in line after he left. What was even more surprising was the green eyes that met his own.

“Dean?” Castiel gasped. It felt like he had the wind knocked out of him, then shoved back down his throat.

“Hey, Cas,” Dean smiled sheepishly. “Long time, no see?”

Ten years ago

“Dean,” Castiel smiled when Dean entered the gas station.

“Uh, hey, Cas,” Dean stuttered. “Listen, we need to talk.”

“What’s going on?”

Dean looked out of the glass door at the black Impala waiting to get gas. “I’m leaving.”

“How long will you be gone?” Castiel asked.

“Cas,” Dean sighed. “My dad wants another road trip.”

“Like the one before you moved here?” Castiel asked.

“Yeah,” Dean sighed.

“We can leave tonight. After my shift,” Castiel said.

“Cas, I can’t,” Dean said. “Road trip means-”

“I know what it means!” Cas snapped. “That’s why you should leave with me.”

“And leave Sammy alone with him?” Dean scoffed. “That drunken bastard needs something to hit. I’m not gonna let it be Sam.”

“It shouldn’t be you!” Castiel cried.

“But it’s going to,” Dean sighed. “Look, I’ll be 18 in four months. I’ll take Sammy and move back here. Just promise you will wait for me, okay?”

Castiel felt tears prick his eyes, but he nodded his head. “Promise.”

Present day

Castiel wasn’t sure what came over him; he never considered himself a violent person, but he reached over the counter and punched Dean.

“Son of a bitch!” Dean groaned, placing a hand to his face.

“I’ll be 18 in four months. Promise you will wait for me,” Castiel mocked.

“Okay, okay,” Dean said. “I deserve that.”

“If you’re looking to rekindle, you’re about 10 years too late,” Castiel scoffed.

“I’m not- I know- I just-” Dean stuttered over his words. “I’ve been doing some self-reflection.”

“I’ve been working double shifts to pay for my fiancée's expensive wedding,” Castiel snarked.

“Your fiancée?” Dean asked.

“Yes, my fiancée,” Castiel frowned.

“Congratulations,” Dean said, even though his tone and face said the exact opposite. “Kinda surprised your parents are okay with that.”

“They set it up,” Castiel said, walking out from behind the counter to go back to stocking the shelves.

“They set it up?” Dean gasped. “With who?”

“You remember Daphne Allen,” Castiel said, not looking at Dean.

“Holy shit,” Dean said. “Is she a- a, uh, transsexual?”

“No,” Castiel said. “And I think the term is transgender.”

“Is she transgender?” Dean asked.

“No,” Castiel sighed. “She’s a normal woman.”

“Then why are you marrying her?” Dean asked a bit more angrily than intended.

“Because I have to!” Castiel snapped, turning around to look at Dean. “Do you know how many gay men live here? How many are willing to act on it? How about being asked to wait for someone who wasn’t coming back? You don’t know what it’s like, Dean.”

“Why haven't you left?”

“My family is here,” Castiel gave a lame excuse.

“Some family,” Dean scoffed.

“You’re one to talk,” Castiel rebuttled.

“You’re right,” Dean said. “And when you’re right, you’re right.”

“Dean, what is this?” Castiel sighed, going back to stocking the shelves.

“I just wanted to see you. See how you're doing. See if-”

“See if I waited?” Castiel scoffed.

“I don’t know, maybe,” Dean replied.

“Get out, Dean,” Castiel sighed. “I can’t do this with you right now.”

“What about tonight? We can go to the Rhoadhouse.” Dean suggested. “Sit out back by the dumpster and get contact high while we make out.”

“Dean,” Castiel scolded.

“I’m obviously kidding about that last part,” Dean laughed. “Just let me buy you a drink so we can catch up.”

Twelve years ago (Two years before Dean left)

Dean dragged Castiel by the wrist towards the back of an old bar. He sat them down in the shadow of the big black dumpster behind The Roadhouse. There were other couples making out, a few people passing joints around, and a handful of just drunk people around there.

“Dean, what are we doing here?” Castiel whispered. “It’s disgusting!”

“Look, this is the one place we can’t get caught,” Dean grinned mischievously.

“A place where both our dads frequent?” Castiel pointed out the flaw in Dean’s plan.

“No,” Dean scoffed. “A place where everyone else is so in their own business and doing shady shit, no one will even notice we are here.”

Castiel looked around, and he nodded. No one was looking, no one was paying attention. He slapped the dumpster, and it rang out, but no one even looked in their direction.

“Okay,” Castiel smiled.

“Okay? Great!” Dean beamed before he through himself forward, passionately kissing Castiel. Castiel accepted the kiss happily and put the same amount of passion into his kiss. With the music from the bar being loud and the sounds of moans coming from other patrons, Castiel could let himself get lost in Dean’s love and desire.

They started going to the bar as often as they could. Sometimes they would score a half-empty bottle of scotch. Sometimes they would find joints on the ground to smoke. Most of the time, they just made out.

Castiel was actually willing to go further, but Dean never let him. He said he would sleep with Cas eventually, but he always rejected Castiel’s attempt at anything more than third base. Castiel was never sure why, but he didn’t mind the makeout spot or sessions.

Present day.

“I’m getting a drink with an old friend,” Castiel explained to Daphne.

“Who?” Daphne asked. “Is it Bartholomew?”

“I told you, nothing happened between me and Bartholomew,” Castiel sighed. “And no. It’s Dean Winchester.”

“Dean Winchester?” Daphne laughed. “Funny.”

“I’m serious,” Castiel frowned. “We were friends in high school.”

“Dean Winchester? The guy who slept with the entire volleyball team?” Daphne laughed. “He was friends with you?”

“Yes,” Castiel said, offended.

“Prove it,” Daphne smiled. “Bring me with.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Castiel responded. Daphne scoffed. “Then again, I’m sure he’d be happy to meet my soon-to-be bride.”

“That’s what I thought,” Daphne grinned. “I’ll go get ready.”

Castiel was waiting impatiently at the front of the bar.

“It’s rude to be late,” Daphne said.

“Dean just got to town for the first time in years,” Castiel sighed. “He probably has catching up to do with other people.”

Daphne sighed dramatically. “Of course, he wants to meet here as well, rather than an actual restaurant.”

“I know Dean lives a different lifestyle than the bible recommends, but he’s not a bad guy,” Castiel defended. “Besides, there he is.”

Dean waltzed up towards the couple. The purple bruise over his eye practically shone in the bar lights.

“Oh my gosh!” Daphne exclaimed. “What happened?”

“Oh, nothing I didn’t deserve,” Dean grinned. Castiel placed his hand onto Dean’s face and cradled his head, looking at the bruise.

“I’m sorry,” Castiel whispered. “I should have given you some ice.”

“Not the worst I’ve had,” Dean scoffed. “Besides, I told you, I deserved it.”

“Still,” Castiel tried.

“Did you hit him?” Daphne gasped.

“No, he just saw me right after it happened,” Dean lied smoothly. “The gas station happened to be my next stop.”

“Oh,” Daphne sighed, relieved.

“Now, come on,” Dean said, swinging his arm around Castiel and Daphne. “Let’s grab a few drinks.”

“You know,” Daphne said as they walked into the old, shady bar. “Castiel and I rarely drink.”

“Really?” Dean asked as he led them to a table. “Why’s that?”

“We don’t care for the taste, and it leads to sinful decisions,” Daphne said.

“Interesting,” Dean said, eyeing Castiel.

“Do you go to church, Dean?” Daphne asked, changing the conversation in a wildly different direction than Dean was willing to go.

“I’m going to go get us some drinks,” Dean deflected.

“I’ll pay,” Castiel said, getting up to follow Dean.

“Two shots,” Dean said as he got to the bar. “So, this is the woman you are marrying?” The bartender set the two shot glasses in front of Dean, and he nudged one in Castiel’s direction, who took it quickly, not making a face.

“Let’s not start,” Castiel said after the liquor burned his throat. He made a motion to the bartender to pour him another shot. “I’m just trying to-”

“To do what?” Dean cut him off sharply.

“I don’t know, Dean,” Castiel said before taking the next shot. Castiel then stared at Dean and tried to push down the feelings that were swirling around in his stomach. He ordered a cocktail for Daphne and got beers for himself and Dean before quickly turning around and walking back towards the table.

“I was wondering where you went,” Daphne said, leaning in for a kiss. “God, what did Dean make you try? That’s horrid.”

Castiel brought his hand to his lips, trying to ignore the memory of kissing this exact whiskey off of Dean’s lips when they were teenagers. He could tell Dean was also thinking of the memory.

“He dared me to take a shot,” Castiel lied with a smile. “And you’re right, it is horrid.”

“That’s not what you used to think,” Dean grumbled.

“Tastes change,” Castiel spat in Dean’s direction.

“Not that much,” Dean scoffed.

“I sense some tension,” Daphne observed. “It’s not because of me, is it?”

“No,” Castiel said at the same time Dean responded with a “Yes.”

“Dean,” Castiel scolded before turning back to Daphne. “No, darling. It’s not you. Dean and I just didn’t leave on the best of terms. He’s trying to correct his mistake, but it’s too little, too late.”

Castiel placed a few bills on the table, thanking Dean for his time, before waltzing out of the bar, not looking back at Dean or to see if Daphne was following him. She was.

She followed him back to their now shared apartment and climbed into bed with him. Castiel was always glad she never asked him for sex. He wasn’t sure if he could provide for her the way a normal man could.

Dean could. Dean slept with both men and women. Why couldn’t Castiel be like Dean? No, why couldn’t Castiel be like his brother Michael, who only loved women and God? But Castiel was different.

His mind told him he was doing the right thing, marrying Daphne, but his heart, or worse, his libido, yearned for something different. Someone different. Someone with rough hands and lips that tasted like cheap whiskey.

Castiel couldn’t sleep. He looked over to his left, where Daphne was sleeping peacefully. He knew she was a sound sleeper, so he carefully climbed out of the bed. He grabbed his clothes and tiptoed out the door without ever making her even stir.

He went to indulge himself in one of his bad habits: smoking. He went into the alley where his apartment was and fumbled around for the fake rock where he stashed his cigarettes.

“Those things will kill you,” A voice startled him.

“Ain’t the worst way to go,” Castiel responded.

12 years ago (Two years before Dean left)

Castiel agreed to meet Dean behind the school during third period. There Dean was, dressed like the rebel he pretended to be, smoking a cigarette.

“Those things will kill you,” Castiel said, approaching Dean.

“Ain’t the worst way to go,” Dean grinned. “I’d rather go doing something I like than living a long, boring, miserable life.”

“Touche,” Castiel smiled, accepting the cigarette from Dean.

The cigarette was a sharp contrast to Castiel’s look, whereas with Dean, it looked like it belonged to him. Dean wore a leather coat that was arguably too big on him, ripped jeans, and an edgy band t-shirt, while Castiel wore a polo, khakis, and an expensive watch his father bought him.

Dean lit a second cigarette. “I guess your dad was right about me being a bad influence.”

“So?” Castiel responded, blowing out a puff of smoke. “I’ve gotten you to do a couple of things your dad wouldn’t approve of.”

Castiel took a drag from his cigarette before moving close to Dean’s face and blowing the smoke into it.

“Stop it,” Dean laughed.

They finished their smoke break with a brief kiss before they both went back into school to finish their day.

Present day

‘Ain’t the worst way to go’

“Yeah,” Dean said. “It would be way worse marrying some stuck up bitch who you can’t even get it up for because your daddy wants you to.”

“I know you don’t understand, but this was still my choice,” Castiel defended. “Daphne is lovely.”

“Most men would punch me in the face to defend their lady after I called her a bitch, but I guess you covered the punching earlier today,” Dean spat into Castiel’s face.

“Maybe I’ll do it again and not hold back this time,” Castiel snarked in return.

“I’d like to see you try,” Dean scoffed. “You couldn’t take me.”

“You wanna bet?” Castiel bit. “Because I remember taking you with less trouble than you had taking me.”

“You son of a bitch,” Dean growled. He grabbed Castiel at the same time Castiel grabbed him, and their lips met each other with such aggression that it was almost painful. “God, I missed this,” Dean gasped.

“You have no idea,” Castiel responded before pushing Dean up against the apartment building. He grinded his hips against Dean’s, but before they could go any further, a car alarm blared out and broke the trance Castiel was in. He pushed himself off Dean.

“What happened?” Dean asked, catching his breath.

“I have a fiancée,” Castiel responded. “I’m getting married soon.”

“She doesn’t have to know,” Dean said.

“No, Dean,” Castiel frowned. “I’m not starting this up again. I can’t.”

“Come on, Cas,” Dean whined.

“Good night, Dean,” Castiel said, turning his back and walking back inside his apartment complex.

As Castiel climbed back into bed, he accidentally woke Daphne up.

“Castiel?” She asked softly. “Is everything alright?”

“Let’s get married this month,” Castiel said before he even thought it through.

“Seriously?” Daphne asked, sitting up. “Why now?”

“I just think it’s time,” Castiel said. Daphne smiled brightly, and she wrapped her arms around Castiel.

“Thank you, Castiel,” Daphne almost cried. “I was worried you would never commit.”

Castiel just nodded, unsure of what to say.

The perks of living in a small town are that most of the people invited to the wedding were from the there. They all were able to drop whatever was on their schedules and RSVP to the wedding. Both a perk and a downside is that word travels fast.

13 years ago (Before Dean and Cas started dating)

Castiel thought Balthazar would keep his mouth shut, but he should have known. Balthazar swore he only told Anna, but Anna told some of her friends, and then it just spread like wildfire, until it got back to his father.

Then, when Castiel got to school with bruises, his secret turned into fake rumors, which caused him more trouble at home and in school.

No one wanted to be friends with freaky queer. They all thought it was funny to hit him, then make jokes about him enjoying it.

On one of the days when he was trying to avoid everyone in the halls, he ran into one of the football players. He was a new kid, and Castiel thought he was too scrawny to be a football player, but rumor was he was much stronger and faster than he looked.

“I’m so sorry,” Castiel apologized quickly.

“It’s no biggie,” the football player shrugged. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

Castiel remained silent for a long time, just staring at the football player. He had bright green eyes, freckles, and a kind smile that most of the kids who went to his school didn’t have.

“I’m Dean, by the way,” the football player stuck out his hand. “I know I’m pretty new here, but I feel like I haven’t seen you around before.”

“I’m Castiel.” Castiel shook Dean’s hand. “And, I try to stay under the radar.”

“Castiel?” Dean asked. “You’re the kid who-”

“Stop, please,” Castiel begged.

“You should meet me behind the school after third period,” Dean smiled. Normally, Castiel wouldn’t trust any offer like that, but Dean seemed so sincere.

“Okay,” Castiel agreed.

“Great,” Dean said, and his smile reached his eyes. “I’ll see you then.”

Castiel couldn’t believe that he was meeting someone behind the school. He had almost convinced himself that Dean was setting him up for the worst beatdown of his life, but when he opened the door, it was just Dean sitting on the steps, drinking from a flask.

“Don’t they do drug and alcohol tests for the football team?” Castiel asked, sitting down next to Dean.

“Football and sobriety are overrated,” Dean responded, offering the flask to Castiel, who politely declined it.

“Most guys here think football is everything,” Castiel replied.

“Most guys here don’t know how to read,” Dean scoffed, taking a swig from his flask. He cleared his throat before speaking back up. “Is it, uh, true what they say about you?”

“Some of it,” Castiel shrugged.

“Do you-?” Dean paused, taking another swig of his drink. “Have you ever actually been with a guy?”

“No,” Castiel said. “Just had a stupid crush on this guy in my brother’s class who blabbed about it to everyone.”

“Have you ever been with a girl?” Dean asked.

“I kissed Mary Anne in the third grade,” Castiel said.

“Doesn’t really count,” Dean laughed. “Has the guy in your brother’s grade ever been with a guy?”

“Not that I know of,” Castiel said. “Why are you asking all this?”

Dean took a deep breath before quickly moving in and kissing Castiel. It was such a brief kiss that Castiel almost thought he had imagined it, but then Dean moved in slower for a deeper kiss.

Present day

“Are you kidding me?” Dean yelled as he barged into the gas station. Castiel sighed heavily and put down the bag of chips he was stocking, and turned towards Dean.

“You knew I was engaged,” Castiel said.

“Yeah, and I asked around and apparently you’ve been engaged for two years and now all of a sudden you are getting married!” Dean yelled.

“You have no right to be upset,” Castiel said. “You had your chance.”

“We were teenagers!” Dean scoffed. “We couldn’t get married. We still had a curfew.”

“You left,” Castiel said.

“I came back!”

“Ten years later!” Castiel finally yelled.

“That’s not fair. I had other priorities,” Dean said.

“What’s not fair is expecting me to wait for you without a phone call or a letter!” Castiel argued. “For all I knew, you could have been dead!”

“You can’t marry a woman you don’t love, Cas,” Dean finally said, voice lower and softer than before.

“I don’t have a choice,” Castiel sighed.

“Yes, you do,” Dean said. “You’re just making the wrong one.”

The closer the wedding got, the harder it was for Castiel to sleep. He was tossing and turning so much that Daphne kicked him to the couch. Whenever he did sleep, he dreamed of Dean. Whether it was domestic or sexual, it was always Dean.

Then, of course, as if the universe hadn’t thrown enough hurdles for him, Daphne invited Dean to the wedding. Dean accepted the invite with a sad smile but claimed he couldn’t wait.

Time was moving too quickly, and Castiel was seeing Dean everywhere. Not just his dreams or at the gas station, Dean always liked to pay with cash for gas, but Dean’s face was in the clouds, the t-shirt Daphne wore to bed was the same shade as Dean’s eyes, and every song on the radio reminded Cas of Dean.

10 years ago

Dean and Castiel sat on the couch watching a stupid romcom. Sure, Castiel liked them, but he knew Dean liked them more, even though he would never admit it. Dean always loved the grand romantic gestures at the end of movies, such as proposals or running away with someone.

“Do you think we could ever get married?” Dean asked, absent-mindedly playing with Castiel’s hair.

“Not if our fathers have anything to say about it,” Castiel responded.

“We could do it in secret,” Dean said.

“Wouldn’t they ask about the wedding bands?” Castiel asked.

“We would wear them on the right ring finger instead of the left. Or wear it on a chain like a necklace,” Dean grinned. “We could totally make it work.”

“Yeah,” Castiel sighed. “That would be nice.”

Castiel bought Dean a ring from a pawn shop the next day.

Present day

The day of the wedding came too fast. His father praised him for marrying a woman like Daphne, and his mother wept at the sight of him in his suit. Castiel, on the other hand, didn’t even recognize himself in the mirror. His eyes were dull, and his hair, for the first time in his life, was tamed, but three grey streaks had started poking through due to his stress

He felt he couldn’t stand still as he waited at the top of the aisle for Daphne. A hundred eyes were on him, but the ones that hurt the most were the sad green ones sitting in the back. He held eye contact with them until the music started and the chapel doors swung open.

The three bridesmaids walked quickly while the flower girl and ring bearer moved slowly. Castiel couldn’t tell which was worse, the fast pace or the children who seemed to be dragging the ceremony on.

Then Daphne came out. She had a long veil over her face and a mermaid-style gown with beaded seams decorating it. She had a bouquet of yellow and blue flowers with some greenery spread about.

Castiel looked back at Dean, who was still looking at him.

Castiel could hear the pastor speak, Daphne speak, and even himself speak, but he wasn’t registering any of it. It was like all of their voices were underwater, and their faces were blurred. The only clear image was Dean’s face. Then Dean’s voice.

“I object!” Dean interrupted the ceremony. Gasps filled the room, and Daphne burst into tears. Castiel’s father took one look at Dean and Cas, and fury filled his face.

“Don’t do this, Castiel,” Castiel’s father growled. Castiel just stared at Dean.

“Castiel!” Daphne cried out. “Look at me!”

But he couldn’t. He dropped her hands, and she started wailing. Castiel nodded subtly before taking the small step off the stage. The crowd was in uproar as Castiel made his way down the aisle, but it all seemed quiet to him. The world seemed to move in slow motion while he kept his focus on Dean, who was the only person in the room smiling.

Castiel seemed to fit perfectly into Dean’s arms as they kissed gently.

“I knew you would wait for me,” Dean smiled.

“Shut up,” Castiel said.

“Make me,” Dean grinned. Castiel leaned in for one last kiss before he took Dean’s hand, his new wedding band clinking against the old ring on Dean’s hand, as they ran out of the chapel finally leaving the small town behind them.

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