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When Dean turns up for their weekly movie night and is faced with Charlie insisting that they watch an episode from a TV show instead, he has to feign his annoyance. Frankly he doesn’t mind it at all but he has to put on a show even if just to tease his friend.
"Come ooonnn! You'll like this one. Trust me," she whines.
Dean pulls a majestic eye roll for a more dramatic effect and Charlie fixes him with a glare before launching into a full story mode. After rattling on for what feels like forever, Dean finds himself eager to watch. There's clearly plenty to laugh about and plenty to get mad about but once the wedding scene comes on, he can't tear his eyes off the screen.
He's not sure if Charlie has picked it as some sort of a hint but actually seeing two guys get married on a screen after a lifetime of writing it off as something impossible gets him feeling a certain way. He thinks back to Castiel who is probably enjoying his quiet evening and can’t help but smile.
Once he catches Charlie watching him instead of the tv, however, he throws one of those funny looking decorative pillows at her, prompting a laugh and a punch to his shoulder.
That evening he returns to the humble apartment that he shares with Cas a little later than planned so he goes straight to bed where Cas is already peacefully snoring.
If he dreams up the entire wedding sequence but with him and Cas instead then it’s definitely the show’s fault, nothing else. Definitely. He wakes up with an odd feeling in his chest, the words ‘to have and to hold’ still echoing in his mind and a pair of bright blue eyes watching him with childlike curiosity.
“Good morning,” he says. “What were you dreaming about?”
Dean blinks. “Uh. You’re not gonna believe it.”
As he should’ve predicted, that only gets Castiel looking more eager as he reaches out to poke Dean’s side, making him squirm.
“Come on. I heard my name.”
Dean rubs at his eyes and looks up at the ceiling before turning back to Cas.
“We, uh. We got married,” Dean speaks, voice soft. “Charlie made me watch a show and that’s probably what that was about.”
He shrugs as he watches something in Castiel’s expression shift from slightly surprised to oh so soft.
“Hm. Well, maybe one day.”
He presses a kiss to Dean’s cheek and pushes himself up and off the bed before he walks off towards the bathroom, leaving Dean staring at the ceiling with that same oddly warm feeling still swirling in his chest and a gentle smile on his lips.