50 First Dates - Date 19
Title: Date 19
Author: Gedry
Pairings: Cas/Dean
Rating: PG - 13
Word Count: 597
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Beta: none
Spoilers: none
Warnings: None
Summary: Written for 50 first dates - Wedding.
Date 19
“Do I look okay?” Dean asks for the third time as they drive up to the church.
“Dean,” Cas sighs like he’s silently praying for strength. “You look great. The wedding is going to go perfectly and nothing bad is going to happen.”
“I’m going to fuck this up,” Dean hisses as they get out of the car and head toward the chapel. “Oh God,” Dean gasps as he starts searching his pockets. “Where’s the ring? I lost the fucking ring!”
Cas calmly waves it in front of Dean’s face as they walk in the door. “You gave it to me hold onto for you. Remember?”
Dean snatches it from his friend gratefully. “Thanks Cas,” he blurts. “I could kiss you.”
Dean’s dashing away so fast he almost misses it when Cas mumbles: “I wish.”
He’ll think about that later; right now he has to go be a best man.
*****
“Are you feeling more sane now,” Cas comments as he comes to stand next to Dean at the reception. “Or do I need to go back to the car and drag out the holy water and start chanting in Latin?”
“Very funny,” Dean snorts with a roll of his eyes. “Thanks Cas,” he adds more seriously. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“What are best friends for,” Cas says with a shrug before looking away and staring out at the dance floor.
Dean takes the moment to study the side of his friend’s face. Cas is a good looking guy. Dean’s always known that. Hell, right now he has a trail of bridesmaids following him like baby ducks wherever he goes. Cas could go home with any of those women tonight, but Dean knows his friend. Cas isn’t like that. He’s a good man. He has a good soul.
A beautiful soul if Dean’s being totally honest with himself. Hell, he’s over thirty, maybe it’s time to put all those things pounded into his skull about being a man’s man to rest.
Maybe it’s time to try being happy with someone who makes him feel whole.
“You’re more than that to me and you know it,” Dean snorts as he playfully elbows Cas in the ribs. “You’re like my other half.”
Cas’ eyes snap to his face in a rush. “What did you say?” his friend rumbles low in his throat.
“You’re like my husband,” Dean says with a wave, hoping like hell he heard Cas right about that kiss. “You know, without the benefits.”
Cas’ shoulders slump. “Yes, indeed. No benefits.”
Dean grins. He can handle this. “I was thinking we should do something about that.”
“About what?” Cas stumbles over the words.
“The benefits,” Dean prods gently. “You know about adding them in. I figure we would have to start slow because I’m new at all this…but you’d be patient with me right?”
There’s this moment ripe with possibility when Dean feels like his heart is going to bust out of his chest. Then Cas goes from looking dumbfounded to smiling like the cat who ate the canary. “In all the years you’ve known me Dean, when I have ever NOT been patient with you?”
He holds out his hand and Dean follows him, blushing, out onto the dance floor.
Man, are those bridesmaids going to be pissed.