"No? What do you mean, 'no'?"
"I mean 'no', Dean. I can't be your best man."
Sam shrugs. "I already agreed to be Cas'."
Dean gapes at him. "You- He asked you? You're MY brother."
"And he doesn't exactly have a wide social circle."
Point. But still. "There's Jack-"
"Who already claimed ring bearer."
"Claire? Jody, Donna, Eileen-"
"They're all just as much your friends as his. Why don't you ask one of them?"
"Because they're not my brother. Seriously, Sam, what are you not getting here?"
Sam narrows his eyes, scrutinising. "What is this actually about?"
"Why are you so pissed about this?"
"You're my brother, you're supposed to be-"
Dean scowls, ears turning red as he finally caves. "He picked you over me!" Sam blinks, mouth dropping open. "I'm his best friend. It should be me!"
"...Dean, you're the groom."
"I know that!" Dean yells, crossing his arms in front of his chest in an effort to contain his embarrassment.
Sam sighs, rubbing an exhausted hand down his face. What even was this conversation?
Both Sam and Dean turn to Cas who's been watching the whole exchange from about two feet away.
"Dean. You are the best man I know. So, of course, you would make the most appropriate best man. However, it's because you're the best man that I know that I'm marrying you. Which unfortunately makes you unavailable for the position. So I had to settle for the second best man I know. OK?"
"'Kay," Dean mutters, somewhat mollified, still embarrassed. The tension in his shoulders eases as Cas presses a kiss against his cheek.
"We can call him man of honour if that helps?"
Dean snorts as Sam just rolls his eyes. "Whatever works for Bridezilla."
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