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“Hey,” Dean said, his words slurring as he stared at Castiel drunkenly. “What if we got married?”
“What?” Cas said, sitting up slowly. “Like have a wedding?”
Dean laughed, “Yeah. That would be so cool.”
“Why would we want to get married?” Cas asked, confusion in his voice.
Dean’s head lolled around and he shrugged. “I don’t know, taxes? We could share stuff, like a bed and a house and stuff.”
“You don’t even have a house, Dean,” Cas stated.
“Oh,” Dean said, suddenly looking really sad. “We could buy one together, right?”
“Where?”
“Kansas,” Dean replied, his grin widening again. “I used to live there. But we could go back like Dorothy did.”
“Who’s Dorothy?” Castiel asked, staring at Dean’s row of empty shot glasses.
“Whoa,” Dean said, sitting up and blinking at Cas. “You don’t know who Dorothy is?”
“No,” Castiel said, raising his eyebrows.
“Dude, she’s that girl in that movie,” he slurred. “The one with the rainbow and the green city and the… scarecrow.”
He slumped forward on the bar, groaning, “How do you not know Dorothy?”
A bartender came up to them, wiping a glass with an exasperated expression on her face.
“Listen pal,” she said to Castiel. “You should probably take your friend home.”
“I don’t have a house,” Dean groaned, his voice muffled by the table.
The bartender glanced at him, a bemused grin spreading on her face.
“Then at least get out of here. He’s had way too much to drink,” she said.
Cas nodded and grabbed Dean’s arm.
“Let’s go, Dean,” he said, struggling to lift his friend.
“Yeah, let’s go get married, Cas,” he repeated, laughing as Castiel dragged him across the bar.
“We’re not getting married, Dean,” Cas smiled.
“It’s Vegas, baby,” he slurred, staring right into Castiel’s eyes. “We have to get married.”
Castiel rolled his eyes as they exited the building and crossed the parking lot.
“Give me the keys, Dean.”
“No way, dude,” Dean chuckled, reaching into his pocket. “You don’t even know how to drive.”
“Yes, I do,” Cas said, sighing.
“What, an Angel car? Angels don’t have cars, you idiot,” he exclaimed, doubling over with laughter.
“Just give me the keys, Dean,” Castiel said.
Dean groaned. “Fiiiine.”
He dropped the keys into Castiel’s palm, and staggered over to the passenger door.
“Make sure you’re nice to Baby,” he said, waving a finger at him. “She’s very important to me-“ he stared at Cas confused- “I think.”
“Just get in, Dean,” Castiel said, opening the driver door with amusement.
Dean got in and collapsed into his seat. Castiel sat down and put in his seat belt.
Within moments, Dean slumped over onto Castiel’s shoulder.
“You’re really pretty, Cas,” he mumbled.
Castiel’s face flushed and he stared straight out the windshield, his body completely rigid.
“Like, Lindsay Lohan kind-of-pretty,” Dean continued. “But you aren’t Lindsay Lohan, right?”
“No,” Cas said, starting the Impala and pulling out of the bar parking lot.
“That’s okay because you’re better than her,” Dean confessed.
“Thanks?” Castiel said, thoroughly confused by Dean’s words.
It started raining and Cas flipped on the windshield wipers. Neon signs and bright street lamps lit up the darkness around them.
“Promise me we’ll get married someday?” Dean asked, his voice drowsy.
“Sure, Dean. We can get married someday,” Castiel agreed, grinning, growing more flustered and embarrassed.
“You’re the best, Cas,” Dean trailed off.
His eyes closed and a moment later, Dean was snoring softly on Castiel’s shoulder.
Castiel took a deep breath, allowing the rhythm of Dean’s breathing and the rumble of the motor to relax him. The rain pounded quietly on the car and Cas drove on in silence.
The motel was up ahead, just outside the bright city behind them. Castiel pulled into the parking lot and shut off the engine.
He twisted his neck to see Dean’s calm face, smiling at the way his mouth was cracked open.
Dean was very handsome, even while drooling. Castiel glanced around the parking lot, then gave Dean a light kiss on his forehead. His face burned again and he grinned, embarrassment fluttering in his stomach.
He gently pried Dean’s head off of his shoulder and pushed him over to his door. Castiel got out and walked over to the other side of the car. He pulled Dean out of the Impala and locked the car.
“Are we in Kansas, Castiel?” Dean mumbled, as Cas picked him up with ease.
“No, we aren’t,” Cas told him.
Dean leaned into Castiel’s chest, falling asleep again.
Castiel walked to their motel room, unlocking the door with his powers. He dropped Dean into his bed, stepping back towards the small couch across the room.
“Caaasss,” Dean groaned suddenly from the bed. “Stay with me, please…”
Cas bit his lip, the fluttering feeling back in his body.
“Please,” Dean whined, shifting over in bed.
“Okay, Dean,” Castiel smiled.
“Married people share beds and stuff, right?” Dean breathed as Cas lay down beside him.
“Yeah, they do,” Cas murmured, pressing his lips to Dean’s temple.
Dean shifted again into Castiel’s body, his breathing soft and even.
“I love you, Cas,” he whispered.
Castiel draped his arm over Dean’s shoulder. He closed his eyes and listened to Dean fall asleep again.
“I love you too, Dean.”