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‘Let Mary answer the door. Let Mary answer the door. Let Mary answer the door.’ Cas thought as he hoped the silent mantra would be enough to bend the will of God. The sound of John Winchester clearing his throat was enough to not only let Cas know how wrong he was, but also made him realize that he was standing at the Winchester’s front door with his eyes closed like some crazy person. He opened them quickly.
“Hello Mr. Winchester.”
“I keep telling you to call me John. Dean’s not here.”
“Yes sir, I know. Dean is in his final class before Thanksgiving holiday. I was actually hoping to speak with you and Mrs. Winchester.”
“Mary” he heard in the background.”
John looked slightly confused, but ushered Castiel inside. “You look a little nervous boy, you want a drink or something?” Castiel sat down in the recliner, but quickly stood up when John and Mary sat down on the couch.
Mary grabbed Castiel’s hand. “Are you okay dear, you have me a little worried.”
Pulling away “I am fine Mrs. Winchester, Mary. I just need to say something to you both and I just ask that you let me finish before you say anything. If I stop, I might not be able to start again.” They both nod their heads, not daring to say anything.
Castiel closed his eyes and took a few deep breathes, before opening his eyes again. “You both know that Dean and I met when we were very little, the first day of first grade. We have been best friends since almost day one. As a matter of fact, I think it is safe to say that I have loved Dean in one way or another ever since then. I realized that I was in love with him in ninth grade. It was Thanksgiving and you were nice enough to invite my family over to share the occasion with your family. I ended up staying the night, like I often did. About midnight, Dean and I decided we needed a snack, well Dean decided really. When we got to the kitchen, we found that there was only one piece of pecan pie left. Of course, I told Dean to just eat it and I would find something else. He pulled out two forks and shrugged saying that we would share it. As you know, Dean never shares pie and I said as much. He responded so quietly, I almost didn’t hear him. He said ‘well, I want to share it because that’s what boyfriends do. They share when they normally don’t and if you want to be my boyfriend you gotta share my pie.’ I am sure you already knew that story, but it seems important to say now. We have been together ever since. Well, technically, I guess that isn’t true. We did break up once our freshman year of college. My mother had put it into my head that we both needed to date other people before we got so committed with each other. I broke up with Dean that very night, afraid I would lose my nerve. Of course, I was a crying sniveling mess. Dean found me thirty minutes later, crying in the laundry room. He simply pulled me into a hug and informed me that my mother didn’t know what she was talking about and we weren’t breaking up and that was that. I don’t believe either one of us has even thought about it since. My mom has even apologized for ‘almost’ ruining my life.” Cas let out a little laugh and realized that he had not even looked at the Winchester’s since he started talking. He looked at them then. Mary looked confused, yet hopeful. John looked...well, John just looked a little constipated. It was fitting, the man usually refrained from showing emotion, until he was sure which emotion he should be feeling. Cas kept going. “Sorry, I know I am rambling. I am almost done I promise. I know that you do not like the fact that Dean and I are together, but I love him with all of my being and since Thursday will be our ten year anniversary and we will both finish Grad school in May… He had to stop for a moment and catch his breath. He closed his eyes again before continuing. “What I am trying to say is that I would be very grateful and honored if I could get your permission to ask Dean to marry me. I know it is not needed and is old fashioned, but I would feel better if you both supported me when I get down on one knee in front of both families.” He looked up, finally finished with the long, unnecessary, speech.
John still looked constipated, but he held up a hand to let Mary know that he wanted to speak first. “Castiel, sit down. You look like you are about to fall over.” He didn’t continue until Cas was firmly seated in the recliner. “I don’t know where you got the idea that we don’t like you and Dean together, I am almost insulted that you would think that. Of course, it isn’t like we had a choice. You say that you became boyfriends when you were in ninth grade, but in our eyes, you have been a couple since Dean’s seventh birthday party. Hell, you boys used to hold hands more than Mary and I ever did. There was never any time to think about whether we liked it or not, it’s just the way it has always been. Now, I just have three questions for you Mr. Novak.”
Now Cas was worried.
“Did you get my son a ring?”
“Yes sir, I have rings for both of us. I’ve been saving up for them for over a year.”
“Good. Now, do you plan on taking Dean’s name or do you expect him to take yours?”
“I figured I would let Dean make that decision. I figure we will either hyphenate Winchester-Novak or just Winchester.” Before another word could be said, he found himself wrapped in the arms of Mary Winchester.
“Alright, final question. What can we do to help?”