Fic: That's What You Get for Waking Up in Vegas
Title: That’s What You Get for Waking Up in Vegas
Author: DauntPerplexity
Rating: PG
Characters and/or Pairing: Bobby, Sam, Dean/Castiel
Genre: Humor, Romance
Spoilers: None
Warnings: kissing
Word Count: 3686
Summary: Sequel to my Secret Angels fic, Shut Up and Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is. Originally posted here for ladyyueh . But he knew what it meant if Dean was asking him to try and take it off. Someone had found.
Castiel stood at the edge of the shore, watching the water ebb and flow. His shoes and the bottom of his pants were soaked, but he could care less. He had been a lot more at ease lately and he knew the reason why.
The Apocalypse was over, his Father had returned to Heaven, the chaos amongst the angels had died down, and he was still free to roam the Earth.
But more importantly, tomorrow would be his one month anniversary of being married. To Dean Winchester.
He was married to Dean Winchester.
And sometimes he couldn’t believe it. Because he was an angel. And Dean was… Dean.
But after almost a month, they were still married. And neither of them looked to have a problem with that. There was only one small detail that they had to deal with before all there would be was smooth sailing for them.
The tide rose another inch, and Castiel stayed in his position. He wondered for a second what he looked like to other people. A man in a suit and trenchcoat standing on a beach. But he didn’t care. He was at peace.
He felt a vibration at his leg and his hand immediately went to it. He pulled out his cell phone and saw that he had a new message.
It was from Dean, as usual.
Bobby’s house. NOW. And lose the ring if you can.
Castiel replaced his phone in his pocket and sighed. He tried to pull off his ring, but like he discovered the day after their wedding, the band would spin and turn, but never come off. He needed to find out why. Just not today.
But he knew what it meant if Dean was asking him to try and take it off.
Someone had found out.
He flew himself to Bobby’s house, landing in the kitchen, clothes dry, less than two feet behind Bobby.
Bobby stood at the stove, cooking something. He almost dropped his spatula when he spun around and saw Castiel standing behind him. “Wings, what are you doing here?” Bobby asked.
“Dean told me to come,” Castiel said, giving the two of them more space.
“Is something wrong?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Okay.”
“Maybe I should-”
“Well, since you’re here, you can help me out.”
“Of course, Bobby. Where is the text you wish for me to read?” he asked. Whenever Bobby said that he needed help, it usually involved some text that he was able to tap into his angel powers to be able to transcribe to him. It was either that or questions on how to defeat a certain creature. Or if a certain event meant more to the fight between good and evil besides an earthquake or volcanic eruption.
“No research. You’re going to help me cook, since apparently I’m going to have a few more people here for dinner.”
“I don’t know how-”
“Perfect time to learn. Unless you have somewhere more pressing to be?”
“I don’t think Dean will appreciate it if I’m not here when he arrives.”
“Good. Now grab me two onions and some garlic. Then I’m putting you in charge of vegetables.”
“Of course, Bobby.”
LRLRLRLRLRLRLR
Almost three hours later, the peace that surrounded the two men as they were cooking disappeared when they heard the purr of the Impala. By the way that the car sounded when the doors slammed shut, they knew that something was wrong and the boys were angry with each other.
Bobby glared at Castiel. “Do you know what this is about?” he asked the angel.
“I don’t have a clue,” Castiel replied, as he went back to cutting the carrots. He put down the knife and sighed knowing that Bobby was going to try and find out. So, maybe, he had a little bit of a clue of what the brothers were arguing about. His lying had gotten a little better since he’d been married to Dean. He hoped that the two were not completely related.
“Dean, just tell me her name.”
“No.”
“Unless you don’t know her name.”
“Sam, let it go.”
“No, I’m not going to let it go.”
“Boys,” Bobby said, walking into the living room with Castiel following me.
“You,” Sam growled, as soon as he saw the angel.
“Don’t you dare get angry at him,” Dean hissed.
“How could you let him do something this stupid?” Sam yelled.
“He didn’t let me do anything,” Dean replied. He tried to turn Sam’s anger back onto himself.
“He was supposed to be watching you.”
“Why are you assuming that he wasn’t?”
“Because there is no way that he would let you do something like this!”
“Sam, I’m old enough to make stupid decisions even if Cas was supposed to be watching me.”
“Cas, tell me her name.”
“Whose name?”
“Can someone please tell me what’s going on here?”
“I don’t know, Bobby,” Sam said, turning back to his brother. “I’m still trying to figure it out myself.”
“There is nothing to figure out.”
“I leave you alone for a few weeks-”
“I wasn’t alone.”
“Right. Because in that time, you got married!” Sam went back to yelling.
“You’re married?” Bobby asked.
Dean shrugged his shoulders. “Surprise,” he said, sheepishly.
“Boy…” Bobby said trying to get more information from him.
“I know, Bobby. I’m shocked too. Soon, I’ll be settling down in the suburbs with my white picket fence all that jazz.”
“Now is not the time for jokes, boy. When… how did this happen?”
“Vegas,” the brothers replied.
Bobby looked back and forth between the brothers multiple times. “Okay,” he said, then he made his way out of the room.
Castiel, Dean, and Sam watched as Bobby left them alone. Three of them looked at each other, wanting an explanation as to what happened, but they were all confused. Dean thought that the argument with his brother was done. He should’ve known better. “Is she a stripper?” Sam asked.
Castiel took the opportunity to sit down on the couch. “No,” Dean replied.
“Asian?”
“No.”
“Do you at leave have a picture form the wedding?”
“Why?”
“So I can at least have an idea of what my sister-in-law looks like.”
“She doesn’t look like anything.”
“Dean.”
“You’re not going to stalk my nonexistent wife.”
“Dean,” Castiel repeated. “Just tell him.”
“Not this way, Cas.”
“Tell me what?”
“Nothing,” Dean said.
“Cas knows?”
“Like I said,” Dean said. “I wasn’t alone.”
Bobby returned to the living room and walked in between the brothers, going directly to Castiel who was sitting on the couch. “Wings. Here. Now,” he commanded.
Castiel jumped to his feet and walked toward the elder hunter. “Yes, Bobby?” he said, his voice small.
The brothers stopped their argument for a moment to watch the exchange between the two. Dean stepped forward, when he heard the softness of Castiel’s voice. Castiel looked to Dean, which stopped him in his tracks. Then he looked back to Bobby. He then trained his eyes to the floor, the gesture seeming like the right thing to do.
“You lied to me, wings,” Bobby growled.
“I’m sorry, Bobby. I didn’t-”
“Bobby,” Dean warned, he was going to stick up for Castiel if something was about to happen.
Bobby raised a hand and Dean and Sam held their breaths. Then he brought the hand down to clap Castiel’s shoulder. “Congratulations,” Bobby replied with a nod and a smile on his face. “You take care of my boy, all right?”
Castiel bowed his head. “Of course, Bobby.”
“It’s about damn time you two idjits figured it out.”
“Figured what out?”
“Whatever is going on between the two of you.”
“We’re still trying to figure it out,” Castiel replied.
“You’ll probably be doing in it until the end of time.”
Then Castiel did something that no one in the room expected him to do. He smiled. “I thought so.”
Bobby looked to Sam and Dean and let out a laugh. Bobby’s hand on his shoulder moved up to his cheek bringing him to meet his gaze. “Welcome to the family. I mean, you already were a part of this family, but now, it’s official.”
“Thank you.”
“And you,” Bobby started, swinging himself around to face Dean. “How long did you think you could keep this from us? Did you really think that you could keep this from me?”
“Maybe,” Dean answered, but it definitely wasn’t the answer that Bobby wanted to hear. “We would’ve told you eventually.”
“There isn’t supposed to be an eventually, idjit. I had to find out that you got married using Google.”
Dean blushed. “Sorry, Bobby,” he said.
Bobby stepped over to Dean and grabbed him by the front of the shirt. He pulled him down to bring them face to face. “You treat this one right, Dean. Not like all the other people you’ve been with. You take care of him.”
“Bobby, I know my wedding vows.”
“Sure you do,” Bobby replied, rolling his eyes. “Because you are completely capable of walking down the aisle on your own power.”
“I was.”
“Sure, Dean. I mean, you could barely say that you cared about him, but now you’re married to him. And you have been for…”
“A month tomorrow.”
“A month?” Bobby yelled. Dean flinched. He could barely keep a secret from Sam and him for a week much less a month. But Bobby shook his head. “You know what, it doesn’t matter. We’re celebrating your one month anniversary.”
“Bobby, you don’t have to-”
“Shut up, Dean,” Bobby said. “You settle this with your brother and fast so we can get cooking.” He looked to Castiel and saw that he wasn’t going to leave his husband’s side. Not yet anyway. Bobby left the three of them alone as he walked into the kitchen.
The three of them stood in the living room again, in silence. It was becoming a regular occurrence just today. And, like before, Sam was the one to break it. “Cas?” Sam asked.
The angel looked up, thinking that the younger Winchester wanted to speak with him, but Sam’s eyes were completely on his brother. His gaze went back to the floor.
“Yeah,” Dean replied. He ran his hand down his face, then turned to look at Castiel. Castiel must’ve felt Dean’s eyes on him because he lifted his eyes from the floor. Dean sent him a smile before he turned to face his brother.
“It’s Cas? You’re married to Cas.”
“Sam,” Dean sighed. He didn’t know how many times Sam had to say it for it to get through his skull.
“It’s a yes or no question, Dean,” Sam said, impatient.
“Guess that cat’s out of the bag.”
“I guess so.”
“How could you not tell me?” Sam yelled.
“How could you not notice?” Dean yelled back.
Castiel wanted to say something to stop the brothers from yelling at each other, but he knew that this was their way of speaking to each other sometimes. He knew that they weren’t angry and they just needed to get whatever they were feeling out.
He wanted to leave the room, but as if Dean knew exactly what he was thinking, he grabbed Castiel’s hand, keeping him in his spot. It was subtle. So subtle that Sam didn’t see it, or notice it, or care to acknowledge it and he kept on yelling.
“You never acted any differently.”
“You’re just angry because it took you so long to find out.”
“Hell yeah, I am, Dean.”
“Why?”
“Because I was supposed to be your best man.”
Castiel relaxed a little. Because if he thought that the brothers were fighting before, the joking comment that Sam made eased the tension in the room. Dean let go of his hand, recognizing the change in the atmosphere of the room.
“You can’t do anything about the spur of the moment.”
And then it was finally time for the jabs.
“Who walked you down the aisle?”
“I’m the guy in the relationship,” Dean argued.
Sam shook his head. “I don’t need to know that.” An ‘ew’ followed that statement.
“You were the one-”
“So did God walk Cas down the aisle?” Sam interrupted, not wanting to know where Dean was going with that sentence.
“Shut up, Sam.”
“So who performed the ceremony? Please tell me that it was Elvis?”
“No.”
“Cupid? Because if it was Cupid, it would be the best way for this to end.”
“He was dressed like a Kahuna.”
“Huh.”
“You know, from Hawaii.”
“What?” Sam said, rather loudly. Then he broke off into a fit of laughter. He was laughing to hard that tears were rolling down his cheeks. “Please tell me that there are pictures.”
“I burned them,” Dean said.
Castiel perked up to say something, but Dean looked at him and shook his head. He obviously didn’t want Sam, or anyone for that matter, to see the pictures from that night. Not yet at least, if ever.
Sam’s laughter continued for at least five minutes. When it finally died down, he sighed and sat down on the couch that was vacated. “But this works,” he said.
“What?”
“I said that it works, Dean. You two. You and Cas,” Sam said, pointing between the two of them. “Finally.”
Dean looked at Castiel, forgetting for a moment that he was in the room because in that time, Castiel had put more space between them. Then he glared at his brother when he realized what exactly had just come out of his mouth. “Who are you?” he asked.
“What?”
“Christo,” Dean said.
Sam rolled his eyes. “I’m not possessed, Dean.”
“You went from being ready to tear me a new one five minutes ago to… Mr. Supportive.” He didn’t know if he liked the drastic change.
“I can’t be happy for you?”
“No,” Dean replied. “Not without giving me more of a hard time.” Because that would’ve been the Winchester thing to do.
“Oh, I’ll give you a hard time. That’s what the rest of our lives are for. Or until I do something crazier than this.” But honestly, what Dean had just done was going to be hard to top.
Dean sighed, the tension ebbing from his body. Everything was out in the open. And nothing was going to change between him and his brother. “Good. I wouldn’t want anything less.” A smile, a real smile crept onto Dean’s face. But it was also a smile of relief. “So, why the change of heart?”
“You want to know that badly?”
“Yes. Because you were looking at this wedding band like it was a curse.”
“That was when I thought that you were married to a stripper.”
“Well, Cas-”
“I don’t want to hear it, Dean. Ever. But seriously. It’s because I know that you cared about Cas. I was angry because I was wondering how you could marry someone when you were obviously in love with someone else.”
“You knew that I had feelings for Cas?”
“Dean, I’m pretty sure you and your husband were the only ones who didn’t know that you guys were in love with each other. I’m pretty sure there were bets made in Heaven, Hell, and on Earth on when you guys would finally figure it all out.”
“What?” Dean yelled.
“You didn’t figure this out until you thought about getting a divorce, did you?”
Dean’s mouth fell open. He hated how easily his brother could read him sometimes. “That doesn’t matter.”
“You’re right,” Sam agreed. He could rag on him about it later. “Because he’s happy. You’re happy. You guys obviously love each other or you’d be divorced by now.”
“And if I were married to a stripper?”
“You wouldn’t still be wearing the ring. I’m pretty sure that you would’ve divorced her the next day and probably married Cas eventually.”
The more Dean thought about it, the more it was probably true. He loved Castiel, and it was only a matter of time before they acknowledged it and did something about it. “So, we’re okay? You’re okay with me being married to Cas?”
“I already said I was, Dean. I was just worrying about if it was some random girl, that they’d want something from you. And then be used to get to you. And she wouldn’t be able to protect herself. But since it’s Cas… You guys are good for each other. It makes sense after everything.”
“What exactly is everything?”
“You know, Dean. Everything. You don’t need to explain everything. It’s just that.”
“Okay, Confucius.”
“Whatever, Dean,” Sam said, ignoring the barb. “I’m glad for you.” He turned to Castiel, finally acknowledging him. “And you. Congrats, guys.”
“Thank you, Sam,” Castiel said. He held out his hand for Sam to shake.
But that wasn’t enough for him. Sam pulled the smaller man into a hug. “Welcome to the family.” He pushed himself away from Castiel and held him by the shoulders. “Thank you. For everything. For taking care of me. For taking care of Dean. He’s going to be your responsibility for forever. You okay with that?”
“I am.”
Sam let out a short laugh. “You’re a lot braver than a lot of people. The Apocalypse is nothing comp-”
Dean punched his brother in the arm to keep him from saying anything else. Sam let go of Castiel’s shoulders. “He already said ‘I do,’ Sam. No matter what you say we’re married and he’s stuck with me.”
“Lucky him.” Dean wanted to say something back, but Sam spoke up before he could. “I’m going to go help Bobby. You guys should come too.”
Dean sighed, knowing that Sam was right. They needed to get food into their system first before they could go for round two of teasing and joking. Sam left the couple in the living room without another word.
Castiel spun on his heel to follow Sam into the kitchen, but Dean grabbed him by the upper arm to stop him. “Cas.”
“Yes?”
“You okay?” Dean asked.
“Yes,” Castiel whispered.
“Cas,” Dean pressed, not completely believing him. “You weren’t saying much.”
“Not much of the conversation involved me.”
“Are you kidding? This entire conversation involved you. It revolved around you.” Dean paused, waiting for a reaction from his husband. He put his hands on Castiel’s upper arms and gave them a soft squeeze. “I just want to know if you’re okay.”
“I’m just…” his voice trailed off.
“Overwhelmed?” Dean answered when he couldn’t find the right word to say.
“One of the many emotions,” he said with a smile. “It’s more like…”
“Relief?” Dean asked, but putting his own feelings into the word.
“Yes.”
“Did you really think they wouldn’t approve of this?”
“They’re protective of you, Dean. And I haven’t exactly been-”
“Haven’t been what, Cas?” Dean said faster than Castiel could even think about finishing that statement. He waited for Castiel’s response, but the angel gave him nothing. “That’s where you’re wrong. Because you’ve been exactly… everything.” Dean shook his head, hating that Sam found the word to describe perfectly what they were and meant to each other.
“Dean.”
Dean moved his hand to Castiel’s neck and pulled the angel forward. He kissed his angel… his husband on the forehead. “I love you, Cas. You know that I don’t say it often because it’s not me, but I do.”
“I know, Dean. I love you too.”
“Good,” Dean responded. He brought Castiel’s face to his and kissed him again, but this time on his lips, his smile growing as it progressed.
“Awww… they’re adorable,” Sam said.
Dean and Castiel broke their kiss, out of respect, and not embarrassment. Although they weren’t kissing, their faces were close enough that they should have been. They kept their eyes glued to each other’s.
“Like the front of a Hallmark card.”
“Should we interrupt them?”
“Of course not,” Bobby said with a smile on his face. “Hey, wings. Your veggies aren’t going to cook themselves. And bring your husband over too. He can throw the steaks on the grill.”
“Coming, Bobby,” Castiel said. The angel stepped toward the kitchen once more, but was pulled backward by the wrist.
Dean kissed Castiel on the lips once more before he let him go. “Okay. Now let’s go,” he growled in his husband’s ear.
They stepped into the kitchen and as soon as they crossed the threshold, Sam put a pan of vegetables into Castiel’s hands, while Bobby put a pan of steaks into Dean’s. “You remember how to work the grill?” Bobby asked.
“Like I’d ever forget.”
“Sam, go keep an eye on him.”
Sam opened the door for his brother and they walked outside to the grill on the back patio. Dean put the tray on the table while Sam gathered some wood and charcoal for the fire. They started loading the fire into the grill.
The two of them worked in silence. That was until Sam broke it after five minutes. “I wonder what the universe thinks about this.”
“What?”
“Like what are mom and dad are saying up in Heaven? What are the demons are screaming? And what Cas’s brothers are going to do when they find out?”
Dean rolled his eyes, but he was actually waiting for Sam to say something else about his marriage. “Never really thought about that.”
“Why am I not surprised?” Sam sighed. “You aren’t scared?”
“I figured that they already know. I mean, it’s not every day that a human and an angel get hitched.If they wanted to do something, they would’ve already.”
“What makes you think that they haven’t?”
Dean looked down at his wedding band. The band that didn’t want to ever come off. As if it were magically stuck to him. And Cas. And there weren’t many things in the universe that was stronger than Castiel when he was at full power.
He shook his head, hoping to shake those thoughts from it too. They couldn’t have had anything to do with his marriage to Castiel. Could they?
He started to hope that his ring was just too small. Because that was the more reasonable answer.
Right?
Author: DauntPerplexity
Rating: PG
Characters and/or Pairing: Bobby, Sam, Dean/Castiel
Genre: Humor, Romance
Spoilers: None
Warnings: kissing
Word Count: 3686
Summary: Sequel to my Secret Angels fic, Shut Up and Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is. Originally posted here for ladyyueh . But he knew what it meant if Dean was asking him to try and take it off. Someone had found.
Castiel stood at the edge of the shore, watching the water ebb and flow. His shoes and the bottom of his pants were soaked, but he could care less. He had been a lot more at ease lately and he knew the reason why.
The Apocalypse was over, his Father had returned to Heaven, the chaos amongst the angels had died down, and he was still free to roam the Earth.
But more importantly, tomorrow would be his one month anniversary of being married. To Dean Winchester.
He was married to Dean Winchester.
And sometimes he couldn’t believe it. Because he was an angel. And Dean was… Dean.
But after almost a month, they were still married. And neither of them looked to have a problem with that. There was only one small detail that they had to deal with before all there would be was smooth sailing for them.
The tide rose another inch, and Castiel stayed in his position. He wondered for a second what he looked like to other people. A man in a suit and trenchcoat standing on a beach. But he didn’t care. He was at peace.
He felt a vibration at his leg and his hand immediately went to it. He pulled out his cell phone and saw that he had a new message.
It was from Dean, as usual.
Bobby’s house. NOW. And lose the ring if you can.
Castiel replaced his phone in his pocket and sighed. He tried to pull off his ring, but like he discovered the day after their wedding, the band would spin and turn, but never come off. He needed to find out why. Just not today.
But he knew what it meant if Dean was asking him to try and take it off.
Someone had found out.
He flew himself to Bobby’s house, landing in the kitchen, clothes dry, less than two feet behind Bobby.
Bobby stood at the stove, cooking something. He almost dropped his spatula when he spun around and saw Castiel standing behind him. “Wings, what are you doing here?” Bobby asked.
“Dean told me to come,” Castiel said, giving the two of them more space.
“Is something wrong?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Okay.”
“Maybe I should-”
“Well, since you’re here, you can help me out.”
“Of course, Bobby. Where is the text you wish for me to read?” he asked. Whenever Bobby said that he needed help, it usually involved some text that he was able to tap into his angel powers to be able to transcribe to him. It was either that or questions on how to defeat a certain creature. Or if a certain event meant more to the fight between good and evil besides an earthquake or volcanic eruption.
“No research. You’re going to help me cook, since apparently I’m going to have a few more people here for dinner.”
“I don’t know how-”
“Perfect time to learn. Unless you have somewhere more pressing to be?”
“I don’t think Dean will appreciate it if I’m not here when he arrives.”
“Good. Now grab me two onions and some garlic. Then I’m putting you in charge of vegetables.”
“Of course, Bobby.”
LRLRLRLRLRLRLR
Almost three hours later, the peace that surrounded the two men as they were cooking disappeared when they heard the purr of the Impala. By the way that the car sounded when the doors slammed shut, they knew that something was wrong and the boys were angry with each other.
Bobby glared at Castiel. “Do you know what this is about?” he asked the angel.
“I don’t have a clue,” Castiel replied, as he went back to cutting the carrots. He put down the knife and sighed knowing that Bobby was going to try and find out. So, maybe, he had a little bit of a clue of what the brothers were arguing about. His lying had gotten a little better since he’d been married to Dean. He hoped that the two were not completely related.
“Dean, just tell me her name.”
“No.”
“Unless you don’t know her name.”
“Sam, let it go.”
“No, I’m not going to let it go.”
“Boys,” Bobby said, walking into the living room with Castiel following me.
“You,” Sam growled, as soon as he saw the angel.
“Don’t you dare get angry at him,” Dean hissed.
“How could you let him do something this stupid?” Sam yelled.
“He didn’t let me do anything,” Dean replied. He tried to turn Sam’s anger back onto himself.
“He was supposed to be watching you.”
“Why are you assuming that he wasn’t?”
“Because there is no way that he would let you do something like this!”
“Sam, I’m old enough to make stupid decisions even if Cas was supposed to be watching me.”
“Cas, tell me her name.”
“Whose name?”
“Can someone please tell me what’s going on here?”
“I don’t know, Bobby,” Sam said, turning back to his brother. “I’m still trying to figure it out myself.”
“There is nothing to figure out.”
“I leave you alone for a few weeks-”
“I wasn’t alone.”
“Right. Because in that time, you got married!” Sam went back to yelling.
“You’re married?” Bobby asked.
Dean shrugged his shoulders. “Surprise,” he said, sheepishly.
“Boy…” Bobby said trying to get more information from him.
“I know, Bobby. I’m shocked too. Soon, I’ll be settling down in the suburbs with my white picket fence all that jazz.”
“Now is not the time for jokes, boy. When… how did this happen?”
“Vegas,” the brothers replied.
Bobby looked back and forth between the brothers multiple times. “Okay,” he said, then he made his way out of the room.
Castiel, Dean, and Sam watched as Bobby left them alone. Three of them looked at each other, wanting an explanation as to what happened, but they were all confused. Dean thought that the argument with his brother was done. He should’ve known better. “Is she a stripper?” Sam asked.
Castiel took the opportunity to sit down on the couch. “No,” Dean replied.
“Asian?”
“No.”
“Do you at leave have a picture form the wedding?”
“Why?”
“So I can at least have an idea of what my sister-in-law looks like.”
“She doesn’t look like anything.”
“Dean.”
“You’re not going to stalk my nonexistent wife.”
“Dean,” Castiel repeated. “Just tell him.”
“Not this way, Cas.”
“Tell me what?”
“Nothing,” Dean said.
“Cas knows?”
“Like I said,” Dean said. “I wasn’t alone.”
Bobby returned to the living room and walked in between the brothers, going directly to Castiel who was sitting on the couch. “Wings. Here. Now,” he commanded.
Castiel jumped to his feet and walked toward the elder hunter. “Yes, Bobby?” he said, his voice small.
The brothers stopped their argument for a moment to watch the exchange between the two. Dean stepped forward, when he heard the softness of Castiel’s voice. Castiel looked to Dean, which stopped him in his tracks. Then he looked back to Bobby. He then trained his eyes to the floor, the gesture seeming like the right thing to do.
“You lied to me, wings,” Bobby growled.
“I’m sorry, Bobby. I didn’t-”
“Bobby,” Dean warned, he was going to stick up for Castiel if something was about to happen.
Bobby raised a hand and Dean and Sam held their breaths. Then he brought the hand down to clap Castiel’s shoulder. “Congratulations,” Bobby replied with a nod and a smile on his face. “You take care of my boy, all right?”
Castiel bowed his head. “Of course, Bobby.”
“It’s about damn time you two idjits figured it out.”
“Figured what out?”
“Whatever is going on between the two of you.”
“We’re still trying to figure it out,” Castiel replied.
“You’ll probably be doing in it until the end of time.”
Then Castiel did something that no one in the room expected him to do. He smiled. “I thought so.”
Bobby looked to Sam and Dean and let out a laugh. Bobby’s hand on his shoulder moved up to his cheek bringing him to meet his gaze. “Welcome to the family. I mean, you already were a part of this family, but now, it’s official.”
“Thank you.”
“And you,” Bobby started, swinging himself around to face Dean. “How long did you think you could keep this from us? Did you really think that you could keep this from me?”
“Maybe,” Dean answered, but it definitely wasn’t the answer that Bobby wanted to hear. “We would’ve told you eventually.”
“There isn’t supposed to be an eventually, idjit. I had to find out that you got married using Google.”
Dean blushed. “Sorry, Bobby,” he said.
Bobby stepped over to Dean and grabbed him by the front of the shirt. He pulled him down to bring them face to face. “You treat this one right, Dean. Not like all the other people you’ve been with. You take care of him.”
“Bobby, I know my wedding vows.”
“Sure you do,” Bobby replied, rolling his eyes. “Because you are completely capable of walking down the aisle on your own power.”
“I was.”
“Sure, Dean. I mean, you could barely say that you cared about him, but now you’re married to him. And you have been for…”
“A month tomorrow.”
“A month?” Bobby yelled. Dean flinched. He could barely keep a secret from Sam and him for a week much less a month. But Bobby shook his head. “You know what, it doesn’t matter. We’re celebrating your one month anniversary.”
“Bobby, you don’t have to-”
“Shut up, Dean,” Bobby said. “You settle this with your brother and fast so we can get cooking.” He looked to Castiel and saw that he wasn’t going to leave his husband’s side. Not yet anyway. Bobby left the three of them alone as he walked into the kitchen.
The three of them stood in the living room again, in silence. It was becoming a regular occurrence just today. And, like before, Sam was the one to break it. “Cas?” Sam asked.
The angel looked up, thinking that the younger Winchester wanted to speak with him, but Sam’s eyes were completely on his brother. His gaze went back to the floor.
“Yeah,” Dean replied. He ran his hand down his face, then turned to look at Castiel. Castiel must’ve felt Dean’s eyes on him because he lifted his eyes from the floor. Dean sent him a smile before he turned to face his brother.
“It’s Cas? You’re married to Cas.”
“Sam,” Dean sighed. He didn’t know how many times Sam had to say it for it to get through his skull.
“It’s a yes or no question, Dean,” Sam said, impatient.
“Guess that cat’s out of the bag.”
“I guess so.”
“How could you not tell me?” Sam yelled.
“How could you not notice?” Dean yelled back.
Castiel wanted to say something to stop the brothers from yelling at each other, but he knew that this was their way of speaking to each other sometimes. He knew that they weren’t angry and they just needed to get whatever they were feeling out.
He wanted to leave the room, but as if Dean knew exactly what he was thinking, he grabbed Castiel’s hand, keeping him in his spot. It was subtle. So subtle that Sam didn’t see it, or notice it, or care to acknowledge it and he kept on yelling.
“You never acted any differently.”
“You’re just angry because it took you so long to find out.”
“Hell yeah, I am, Dean.”
“Why?”
“Because I was supposed to be your best man.”
Castiel relaxed a little. Because if he thought that the brothers were fighting before, the joking comment that Sam made eased the tension in the room. Dean let go of his hand, recognizing the change in the atmosphere of the room.
“You can’t do anything about the spur of the moment.”
And then it was finally time for the jabs.
“Who walked you down the aisle?”
“I’m the guy in the relationship,” Dean argued.
Sam shook his head. “I don’t need to know that.” An ‘ew’ followed that statement.
“You were the one-”
“So did God walk Cas down the aisle?” Sam interrupted, not wanting to know where Dean was going with that sentence.
“Shut up, Sam.”
“So who performed the ceremony? Please tell me that it was Elvis?”
“No.”
“Cupid? Because if it was Cupid, it would be the best way for this to end.”
“He was dressed like a Kahuna.”
“Huh.”
“You know, from Hawaii.”
“What?” Sam said, rather loudly. Then he broke off into a fit of laughter. He was laughing to hard that tears were rolling down his cheeks. “Please tell me that there are pictures.”
“I burned them,” Dean said.
Castiel perked up to say something, but Dean looked at him and shook his head. He obviously didn’t want Sam, or anyone for that matter, to see the pictures from that night. Not yet at least, if ever.
Sam’s laughter continued for at least five minutes. When it finally died down, he sighed and sat down on the couch that was vacated. “But this works,” he said.
“What?”
“I said that it works, Dean. You two. You and Cas,” Sam said, pointing between the two of them. “Finally.”
Dean looked at Castiel, forgetting for a moment that he was in the room because in that time, Castiel had put more space between them. Then he glared at his brother when he realized what exactly had just come out of his mouth. “Who are you?” he asked.
“What?”
“Christo,” Dean said.
Sam rolled his eyes. “I’m not possessed, Dean.”
“You went from being ready to tear me a new one five minutes ago to… Mr. Supportive.” He didn’t know if he liked the drastic change.
“I can’t be happy for you?”
“No,” Dean replied. “Not without giving me more of a hard time.” Because that would’ve been the Winchester thing to do.
“Oh, I’ll give you a hard time. That’s what the rest of our lives are for. Or until I do something crazier than this.” But honestly, what Dean had just done was going to be hard to top.
Dean sighed, the tension ebbing from his body. Everything was out in the open. And nothing was going to change between him and his brother. “Good. I wouldn’t want anything less.” A smile, a real smile crept onto Dean’s face. But it was also a smile of relief. “So, why the change of heart?”
“You want to know that badly?”
“Yes. Because you were looking at this wedding band like it was a curse.”
“That was when I thought that you were married to a stripper.”
“Well, Cas-”
“I don’t want to hear it, Dean. Ever. But seriously. It’s because I know that you cared about Cas. I was angry because I was wondering how you could marry someone when you were obviously in love with someone else.”
“You knew that I had feelings for Cas?”
“Dean, I’m pretty sure you and your husband were the only ones who didn’t know that you guys were in love with each other. I’m pretty sure there were bets made in Heaven, Hell, and on Earth on when you guys would finally figure it all out.”
“What?” Dean yelled.
“You didn’t figure this out until you thought about getting a divorce, did you?”
Dean’s mouth fell open. He hated how easily his brother could read him sometimes. “That doesn’t matter.”
“You’re right,” Sam agreed. He could rag on him about it later. “Because he’s happy. You’re happy. You guys obviously love each other or you’d be divorced by now.”
“And if I were married to a stripper?”
“You wouldn’t still be wearing the ring. I’m pretty sure that you would’ve divorced her the next day and probably married Cas eventually.”
The more Dean thought about it, the more it was probably true. He loved Castiel, and it was only a matter of time before they acknowledged it and did something about it. “So, we’re okay? You’re okay with me being married to Cas?”
“I already said I was, Dean. I was just worrying about if it was some random girl, that they’d want something from you. And then be used to get to you. And she wouldn’t be able to protect herself. But since it’s Cas… You guys are good for each other. It makes sense after everything.”
“What exactly is everything?”
“You know, Dean. Everything. You don’t need to explain everything. It’s just that.”
“Okay, Confucius.”
“Whatever, Dean,” Sam said, ignoring the barb. “I’m glad for you.” He turned to Castiel, finally acknowledging him. “And you. Congrats, guys.”
“Thank you, Sam,” Castiel said. He held out his hand for Sam to shake.
But that wasn’t enough for him. Sam pulled the smaller man into a hug. “Welcome to the family.” He pushed himself away from Castiel and held him by the shoulders. “Thank you. For everything. For taking care of me. For taking care of Dean. He’s going to be your responsibility for forever. You okay with that?”
“I am.”
Sam let out a short laugh. “You’re a lot braver than a lot of people. The Apocalypse is nothing comp-”
Dean punched his brother in the arm to keep him from saying anything else. Sam let go of Castiel’s shoulders. “He already said ‘I do,’ Sam. No matter what you say we’re married and he’s stuck with me.”
“Lucky him.” Dean wanted to say something back, but Sam spoke up before he could. “I’m going to go help Bobby. You guys should come too.”
Dean sighed, knowing that Sam was right. They needed to get food into their system first before they could go for round two of teasing and joking. Sam left the couple in the living room without another word.
Castiel spun on his heel to follow Sam into the kitchen, but Dean grabbed him by the upper arm to stop him. “Cas.”
“Yes?”
“You okay?” Dean asked.
“Yes,” Castiel whispered.
“Cas,” Dean pressed, not completely believing him. “You weren’t saying much.”
“Not much of the conversation involved me.”
“Are you kidding? This entire conversation involved you. It revolved around you.” Dean paused, waiting for a reaction from his husband. He put his hands on Castiel’s upper arms and gave them a soft squeeze. “I just want to know if you’re okay.”
“I’m just…” his voice trailed off.
“Overwhelmed?” Dean answered when he couldn’t find the right word to say.
“One of the many emotions,” he said with a smile. “It’s more like…”
“Relief?” Dean asked, but putting his own feelings into the word.
“Yes.”
“Did you really think they wouldn’t approve of this?”
“They’re protective of you, Dean. And I haven’t exactly been-”
“Haven’t been what, Cas?” Dean said faster than Castiel could even think about finishing that statement. He waited for Castiel’s response, but the angel gave him nothing. “That’s where you’re wrong. Because you’ve been exactly… everything.” Dean shook his head, hating that Sam found the word to describe perfectly what they were and meant to each other.
“Dean.”
Dean moved his hand to Castiel’s neck and pulled the angel forward. He kissed his angel… his husband on the forehead. “I love you, Cas. You know that I don’t say it often because it’s not me, but I do.”
“I know, Dean. I love you too.”
“Good,” Dean responded. He brought Castiel’s face to his and kissed him again, but this time on his lips, his smile growing as it progressed.
“Awww… they’re adorable,” Sam said.
Dean and Castiel broke their kiss, out of respect, and not embarrassment. Although they weren’t kissing, their faces were close enough that they should have been. They kept their eyes glued to each other’s.
“Like the front of a Hallmark card.”
“Should we interrupt them?”
“Of course not,” Bobby said with a smile on his face. “Hey, wings. Your veggies aren’t going to cook themselves. And bring your husband over too. He can throw the steaks on the grill.”
“Coming, Bobby,” Castiel said. The angel stepped toward the kitchen once more, but was pulled backward by the wrist.
Dean kissed Castiel on the lips once more before he let him go. “Okay. Now let’s go,” he growled in his husband’s ear.
They stepped into the kitchen and as soon as they crossed the threshold, Sam put a pan of vegetables into Castiel’s hands, while Bobby put a pan of steaks into Dean’s. “You remember how to work the grill?” Bobby asked.
“Like I’d ever forget.”
“Sam, go keep an eye on him.”
Sam opened the door for his brother and they walked outside to the grill on the back patio. Dean put the tray on the table while Sam gathered some wood and charcoal for the fire. They started loading the fire into the grill.
The two of them worked in silence. That was until Sam broke it after five minutes. “I wonder what the universe thinks about this.”
“What?”
“Like what are mom and dad are saying up in Heaven? What are the demons are screaming? And what Cas’s brothers are going to do when they find out?”
Dean rolled his eyes, but he was actually waiting for Sam to say something else about his marriage. “Never really thought about that.”
“Why am I not surprised?” Sam sighed. “You aren’t scared?”
“I figured that they already know. I mean, it’s not every day that a human and an angel get hitched.If they wanted to do something, they would’ve already.”
“What makes you think that they haven’t?”
Dean looked down at his wedding band. The band that didn’t want to ever come off. As if it were magically stuck to him. And Cas. And there weren’t many things in the universe that was stronger than Castiel when he was at full power.
He shook his head, hoping to shake those thoughts from it too. They couldn’t have had anything to do with his marriage to Castiel. Could they?
He started to hope that his ring was just too small. Because that was the more reasonable answer.
Right?