Suptober 2020, Day 27: Banquet.
“Uh, babe, what is all this?” Dean asked as he walked into the kitchen, seeing printed papers, newspapers, and magazines strewn all over the counters and floor. Cas was hunched over the table, staring at the screen of Dean’s laptop, scratching things out onto a stack of paper tucked at his elbow.
Cas didn’t stir at Dean’s question, so Dean tried a different approach.
Slowly, so as to not spook the angel, Dean moved to stand behind him, reaching down to slide his fingers into Cas’ messy hair, trailing his fingers through the locks softly. “Earth to Cas?” Dean called quietly, rubbing his fingertips across Cas’ scalp.
Cas finally looked up, eyes exhausted as they found Dean’s.
Dean frowned, bending down to press a lingering kiss to Cas’ forehead. “What’s wrong? Did you find a case or something? I woke up and you weren’t in bed.”
“What time is it?” Cas asked instead, ignoring the questions Dean asked in favor of asking his own question.
“Just after 7. Did you get any sleep? When did you slip out last night?”
“I uh- may have gotten a little distracted,” Cas pouted, ducking his head to avoid looking at Dean.
“Oh no you don’t. C’mere. What’s going on? I proposed to you last night and you seemed thrilled with the idea. Are you having second doubts because-”
“No!” Cas shouted, jumping up to face Dean, hands immediately moving to Dean’s shoulders and gripping tightly. “No. No second doubts. I want to be your husband.”
Smiling softly, Dean leaned forward to press a feather light kiss to Cas’ mouth. “Good. You had me worried there for a second.” Dean slid his arms around Cas’ waist, tugging the angel closer and kissing him properly this time; slow and soft and tender. “So, if you still want to marry me, why did I wake up to an empty bed after the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life last night?”
Cas flushed dark red, tipping to hide his face in Dean’s neck. “There’s so much to do,” he finally mumbled, lips pressed to Dean’s throat.
“So much to do for what?” Dean asked, sliding his hand up and down Cas’ back, tracing patterns across each vertebrae.
“For the wedding, Dean. Did you know there are hundreds of ways to fold napkins for a wedding. And color schemes are vital, depending on the time of year. What kind of flowers do we want? What type of foods for the banquet? What kind of venue would be best? A church seems, well, maybe not our style. And then there’s-”
Dean cut Cas’ rambling off; chasing Cas’ mouth and dragging him into a deep kiss, tongue running along Cas’ lower lip before pulling away. Cas let out a couple little soft whines, and Dean deepened the kiss even further. His heart was currently doing flips in his chest and the only way he could process what Cas had said was to kiss the daylights out of him.
When they broke apart, Cas gasping for air, Dean ran a thumb across the angel’s cheekbone and smiled, his heart still threatening to leap out of his chest. God. How had he managed to get this ridiculously beautiful angel to marry him?
“Cas. Sweetheart. Love of my life. I proposed to you yesterday. Weddings aren’t planned in a single day. We have months to figure it out. The wedding doesn’t have to be tomorrow. It can be whenever we want it.”
“But… you said you wanted to call me your husband tomorrow. That’s now today, Dean. We don’t have time-”
Biting his lip, Dean tried not to laugh. He really did. But the laughter bubbled up his throat and slipped out before he could stop himself. He laughed, even as his heart skipped a couple beats in his chest, and he pressed kisses across Cas’ face, up his jaw, and onto his eyelids. “Cas. That’s not- what I meant was, I’m so in love with you that I want to be calling you my husband as soon as possible. Saying tomorrow; it’s just a figure of speech. But hell, we could go down to the courthouse and make it official right now and I could be calling you my husband starting tonight,” Dean said, kissing Cas’ nose.
“Really?” Cas’ asked, pressing his forehead to Dean’s, and he seemed to relax for a second in Dean’s arms when the hunter nodded and murmured a soft yes. “But what about the wedding? There’s still so much to plan.”
“We don’t need a big wedding, Cas. Unless that’s what you want? I don’t need banquets and flowers and napkins folded in intricate patterns. I just need you.”
Cas beamed at that, leaning forward and kissing Dean until the hunter’s head was spinning and he had to grip hold of Cas’ trenchcoat to stay standing. “Blue,” Cas said when they broke apart.
Dean was so busy pressing soft kisses to Cas’ jaw that he didn’t quite register the word. “Blue what?” he asked when the word sunk in, pulling back and looking at Cas questioningly.
“You. In a blue suit. That’s all I want.”
Dean moved to nuzzle his head into Cas’ neck, rubbing his nose behind Cas’ ear. “That’s your only request?”
Cas nodded. “Yes. Although, if the offer still stands to get married tonight…”
“I’m all yours,” Dean responded, pulling back slightly so he could press a final kiss to Cas’ lips before he fully pulled away. “However, it’s 7 in the morning. I haven’t had any coffee yet, I’m still tired, and right now all I want is to cuddle with my fiancé. Come back to bed with me,” Dean said, linking his fingers with Cas’ and pressing his lips to the gold band he’d put on Cas’ finger last night.
The smile that spread across Cas’ face was so beautiful it made Dean’s heart lurch in his chest again. “I’m all yours,” Cas said, echoing Dean’s words.
Just as Dean was tugging them into bed, wrapping Cas up in his arms, Cas asked, “Hey, Dean?”
“Hmm?” Dean hummed, eyes sliding closed as he tucked his head into Cas’ shoulder.
“I’m so in love with you, too.”
Their cuddle session may have turned into a make out session after that, but Dean was more than okay with that.
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