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“This hunt blows,” Dean said, sliding into the booth beside Cas. “You got anything new over there, nerdfest?”
Sam glared at him. “Not yet. I don’t think it’s a shapeshifter, but whatever it is, I’m really starting to hate it.”
The waitress came over to their table, putting down their burgers and fries, and refilling coffees.
“Oh, and let me just grab those extra fries for your husband,” she said to Cas.
Dean coughed, trying to play it cool. Sam watched in amusement. Cas looked back and forth, confused. The waitress returned, placed the fries on the table and winked at Dean. “You got a keeper there.”
Sam full out laughed once she left. Dean smirked at him. “Haha, very funny Sam.
“Why did that waitress think we were married?” Cas asked, still confused.
“I dunno. I guess we act like it,” Dean said, stealing Cas’s fries, despite the plate in front of him. “What, they taste better!” he insisted playfully.
“Should we get married?” Cas asked before taking a bite of burger.
Dean grinned. “Yeah, let’s do it once the case is over.”
Sam choked on his coffee. “Really? Years of pining after each other and that’s the best proposal you can come up with?”
Dean shrugged.
Cas tilted his head in confusion. “Is that not how marriage proposals go?”
Sam shook his head, laughing. “No, Cas. Usually there’s romance, a ring, your brother isn’t usually sitting right there in a crap diner.”
“Hey! This diner is not crap, have you tried their fries?” Dean said.
“Oh my god,” Sam groaned. “You two are the worst.”
Dean leaned over and kissed Cas. “Yep.”
***
The case was over, the werewolf (“see, Sammy, not a shifter, like I said”) was ganked. Sam and Dean were in the motel room, packing their gear. Cas had disappeared awhile ago.
“Come on, Cas, I want to go home,” Dean grumbled as he tossed his clothes into his bag.
“Yeah, you got to go pick out china patterns and invitations,” Sam joked.
Dean rolled his eyes. “Hilarious.”
“You’re gonna do it, aren’t you?” Sam asked, all joking aside.
Dean considered. “Yeah, as long as Cas is on board. I… I love him. And we work perfectly together, I mean, not just hunting, but he gets me and I get him. After everything we’ve been through. I dunno, it just seems like there’s nothing we can’t get past together. My life is always better when he’s around, and I want him by my side.”
Sam smiled.
“What?”
“Nothing, that was just really beautiful. I mean it. I know that you and Cas have had this not-a-thing thing going on for years, and I’m happy you finally got together. I kinda figured you would be together forever, so I’m happy to see you so happy with him.”
“Thanks Sammy.”
Cas reappeared. “Hello,” he greeted.
“Finally,” Dean said, exaggerating his exasperation. “We were just about ready to leave without you.”
“I’m glad you didn’t,” Cas said.
“Where were you?” Dean asked.
“I had something to take care of.”
“‘Something’, Cas, where the hell were you?”
“Dean, it doesn’t matter. I thought you wanted to get on the road.”
Sam cleared his throat, cutting in. “Yeah, you two already fight like an old married couple.”
Dean punched him in the arm. “Ok, keep your secrets Cas. Let’s go.”
They piled into the car and headed home.
***
Back in the Bunker Sam was busy tossing clothes into the washing machine when Cas approached him.
“Sam, can I talk to you?”
“Sure, Cas, what’s up?”
Cas shifted uncomfortably.
“Cas? You ok?”
“Sam, you know I appreciate our friendship, and I care about you like my brother?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“And that I always value your counsel?”
“Uh huh, Cas --”
“And I don’t want to put you in an uncomfortable position, but I do want to ask you a question about Dean. I’m not sure how to ask him this, but you do think he was serious about wanting to marry me? You seemed to think we should have put more thought into such an agreement, so I wasn’t sure if Dean actually meant it.”
Sam smiled. “He did, Cas. I asked him about it later. He loves you so much, and I think this will be amazing for both of you. Yes, he absolutely wants to marry you.”
Cas smiled, and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small box. “I know that most humans from western cultures denote their marriages with rings. It’s a custom I’ve always found fascinating. I thought … uh, maybe if Dean and I were going to be husbands, we should, um have rings.”
It always surprised Sam (and amused him) how Castiel, Angel and Warrior of the Lord could turn into a blushing, verbally stumbling, awkward mess. Especially where Dean was concerned.
Cas held out the box and Sam opened it. Inside were two rings, a silver that gleamed like an angel blade.
“They’re imbued with traces of grace,” Cas said quietly. “Dean and I already share a bond of sorts, this will enhance that connection.”
Sam nodded, handing the box back. “They’re perfect Cas. Dean will love them.”