âSo,â says Sam, Worst Winchester Currently Alive. âYouâve decided to get married.â
âOh for fuckâs-â From across the table, Castiel is glaring daggers. Dean backtracks immediately. âI meanâ itâs not that I donât want to do this, itâs justââ
âYou donât see how itâd change things.â
âExactly. I donât see the point.âÂ
Sam sighs.Â
âWeâve been over this, Dean. You and I are brothers. We have no tangible ties to Cas, and we canât infiltrate this goddamn cave unless we âcome in pairsâ. And you and I canât do it without backup, you know that. So you need to marry Cas to get him over the threshold. We go in together, then you go back to get Cas.âÂ
Dean grits his teeth.Â
âIf a goddamn soulbond or whatever the fuck he put on me when he whisked me out of hell doesnât count, why do you think a piece of paper would?âÂ
âBecause itâs legally binding in the United States of America,â Sam replies as if itâs obvious, as if his brother is being obtuse on purpose. As if what Sam just said made any goddamn sense.Â
âAnd?â
âDean,â Castiel snaps. âDo you want to save the starving children or not?âÂ
âFine.â
âSo,â Sam says again, raising his voice when Dean starts to protest again, âyouâve decided to get married, here are eight questions to ask yourself before you tie the knot.â Is that â that looks suspiciously like a Pinterest link. What the fuck, Sam?
âFirst question,â Dean mutters, âwhy the hell did I ever decide to go back and get you from Stanford.âÂ
âWhy the hell did I ever decide to go get you from hell,â Castiel snipes. Sam turns to Castiel, pointing at him with his tablet.Â
âYouâre lucky. When this is over you can divorce him, I canât un-make him my brother.âÂ
âWell, love is clearly in the air, why donât you two take the plunge.â He doesnât mean for the words to slip out, but heâs apparently on grave digging duty today. The grave in question being his own, of course.
âWe suggested that!â Sam and Cas shout. âAnd then you wouldnât stop bitching at us!âÂ
Thatâs true. He did do that.Â
âI know,â he grumbles. âSorry. But look, donât tell me you wouldnât bitch at me if Eileen and I rocked up at your doorstep and said we were getting hitched but see, donât worry, it doesnât mean anything.âÂ
Sam stares at him.
âDean. Thatâs not the same thing.â
âYou know, it kinda is.âÂ
To his right, Castiel lets out a weary sigh, but Dean stands his ground. Casâs his person. His guy. Screw how it sounds, but nobody marries him but Dean.Â
Sam raises his eyebrows.Â
âThen this shouldnât be an issue. I mean. Iâd, Iâd marry Eileen, you know. For a case, or, for other reasons, you knowââ
Dean smirks at his brotherâs stuttering.Â
âI know you would.âÂ
âSam, whatâs the eight questions? I want to know,â Castiel demands. Heâs sprawled out on the motel bed Dean claimed, fully fucking dressed as usual. Shoes and all. On the bed.Â
âThe questions are the least important part,â Dean protests. âThere are children starving in a cave!âÂ
âYeah but thereâs nothing we can do about it until morning anyway. This isnât Vegas, we canât just barge into a chapel at two in the morning and get you two hitched.âÂ
âFine,â Castiel mutters and reaches to pluck Samâs tablet from his hands. âBut let me read the questions.â
âNo, Iâm reading them,â Sam objects and tugs the tablet out of Castielâs hands. âDonât marry someone until you can honestly answer these questions. One: are your life goals compatible?âÂ
Dean looks at Castiel and says âI think so?â at the same time as Castiel says âWhat are your life goals, Dean?â
âI, uh.â He scratches his neck, takes another swig of beer. âTo not die? Unless, like, necessary. Like if it was me or someone else, someone who deserves to live I meanâ thenâŠâ
âDeanâ, Sam says, sounding strangled. âYou deserve to live.âÂ
âYour life goal canât just be ânot dieââ, Castiel argues. âThatâs like saying âmy goal for the day is to just be awakeââ.Â
âAnd yet for some itâs unattainable,â Dean snarks.
âThat's usually you, Dean.â
âHell yeah. Anyway, what are your life goals? What do you even know about that shit anyway?âÂ
âWhat âshitâ?â Castiel asks, air quotes and all. âLiving?âÂ
âYeah.âÂ
âI want to live somewhere where I can see the sea. I've always been curious about driving vehicles other than cars. I want to summit a mountain. I want to watch every Doctor Sexy MD spin-off. I want to try poached eggs, although I'm sure I wouldn't like them. I want to meet a blacksmith. I think I want to get a pet of some kind. I want to grow old. I suppose I also want to not die, as you put it.âÂ
Sam looks between them and looks like heâs trying not to laugh.Â
âDean, is that compatible with your goals?âÂ
Dean swallows dryly. Casâs never told him any of that before.Â
âSure,â he says. Some of that stuff they could knock out in an afternoon, the rest is⊠trickier, but⊠technically not impossible. And he supposes it could be nice to live near the ocean⊠maybe. âBut I ainât getting on any mountain.âÂ
âI miss the Himalayas,â Castiel sighs. âOkay, Sam. Whatâs the next question?â
âCan you accept their flaws?âÂ
âI already do,â Dean snorts. âHeâs crazy. Stubborn. Crazy stubborn. And he wears shoes in bed.â
Castiel looks down at his loafers and he looks a little guilty.Â
âSorry.âÂ
âItâs fine. I accept that about you. Now câmon, lay it on me. My flaws.â Castiel just looks at him, eyes suddenly soft, sincere and soulful and something squirms inside Dean. âIf youâre about to say I donâtââ
âNo, of course you have flaws, Dean. And of course I accept them. Theyâre part of you.âÂ
âCoolâ, Dean croaks. âThanks. Next question, Sammy?â
âOh, this is a good one. Are you financially compatible?â Samâs shoulders are shaking with laughter. Dean snorts.
âWell, Iâm a pro at hustling and scamming credit card companies and Cas here just straight up never pays for anything, so Iâd say weâre a perfect match.âÂ
âWhat? We gave you a card, didnât we?âÂ
âYes, but I find queuing to pay tedious. I just put things in my pockets.âÂ
Dean grins at Cas. Attaboy.
âWow. Okay. Wow. Uh, next one is how well do you communicate?âÂ
To their credit, both Dean and Castiel wince.Â
âUh. You know,â Dean starts, and doesnât get any further. But the thing is that theyâre great at talking. He never tires of their conversation. Itâs just that historically speaking theyâve been pretty bad at talking about the big and important things. Communicating their feelings and such, but that just makes them your average red-blooded American male.Â
âMaking progress,â Castiel lies smoothly, and Dean nods along. Sure. Yeah.Â
âYeah, yeah. Do you share the same values?âÂ
âFor the most part,â Castiel says. Dean shifts uncomfortably. Shared values was kind of what made them fall into the same foxhole in the first place, but⊠theyâve had their disagreements through the years, that's for sure.Â
âWhere it matters,â Dean says. âSort of.â Maybe they can work on that too.Â
âAre you ââ Sam abruptly stops. âMaybe we should skip this one.â
âNo, come on.âÂ
âI donât actually want to know the answer. It says: are you sexually compatible? But thatâs not even relevant...âÂ
Castiel suddenly seems very invested in inspecting his own hands, and Dean â Dean is also looking at Castielâs hands, why is he doing that, what⊠what did Sam say, again?Â
âCome again?âÂ
âDo you⊠are you⊠whatever, who cares, letâs do the next one,â Sam says quickly.Â
âNo, no, we gotta take this seriously,â Dean hears himself say. âSex, thatâs just⊠part of marriage, makes sense. Even if weâre just talking hypothetically.â
âI believe weâd be compatible,â Castiel says gravelly, still not looking at Dean.Â
âWhat? What makes you say that?â Has Castiel seriously thought about this? âYouâve thought about this?â How? In what capacity? Purely academically, like a thought experiment? Or has he fantasized about it?Â
âNo,â Castiel says sullenly, but holy shit, he has. Dean stares at him. Deanâll admit the thought has occurred to him once or twice. Or maybe more than that, but hey. The man is good-looking. Deanâs only human.Â
âMoving on,â Sam interrupts loudly before Dean has the chance to ask Castiel what the fuck he meant. âUh⊠do you like your partner enough to spend forever with them?âÂ
âYeah,â Dean says. Duh. Heâs already planning on spending the rest of his life with Castiel anyway. What, itâs not like heâs going to leave him and go settle down with someone else. He used to think he wanted that, to find a nice girl and get a house or something, but turns out what he really wanted was a home base and being surrounded by the people he loves. Sure, itâd be nice to get a proper house someday, if they could wing it, but he wouldnât want it unless it involved Cas somehow. And itâs not just because Cas is family and because of everything theyâve been through together. He likes Cas. Cas is his best friend. Thereâs nothing wrong with that.
Castiel is finally looking at him, something thoughtful in his eyes.Â
âDude,â Dean says. âCome on. Donât leave me hanging like this.â
âIâm thinking about it,â Castiel says, and Dean rolls his eyes.Â
âAwesome. So Iâm good for, what? Giving you rides and feeding you? But not good enough for the long haul?âÂ
âHa, Cas doesnât like you,â Sam taunts.Â
âYeah, now I know how you feel,â Dean replies, and that shuts him up.Â
âForever is a very long time,â Castiel says. âWhen you claim that youâd tolerate my existence âforeverâ, what you mean is for the remainder of your life, which is about fifty or so years. Forever for me would literally mean forever.âÂ
âAnd youâd get sick of me, blah blah, I get it.â He wouldnât be the first to get sick of Dean. Itâs not like he doesnât get it. But it doesnât feel fucking great to hear it.Â
Castiel sighs.Â
âDean, you have to know that I would spend forever with you.â
âYou just said you had to think about it.â
âYes, but the answer was always going to be yes.â
âLook, this⊠this obviously wonât be a real marriage, so itâs not like⊠itâs not like it matters.â
Sam clears his throat awkwardly.Â
âWell, if it was, youâd⊠well, I canât really believe this, but according to the quiz, youâd have a pretty high success rate.â
Deanâs not blushing. Itâs just getting kinda hot in here, isnât it?
âWhatever,â he mutters.
âItâs not âwhateverââ, Castiel grouches. âItâs our marriage.â
âOur fake marriage.â
âThat is legally binding in the United States of America.â
âWhatever, letâs just get it over with,â Dean says. Castiel sits up on the bed.Â
âIs that how youâre going to propose to me? âLetâs just get it over withâ?â
âYou think you deserve some kind of grand gesture?â Dean scoffs, but he feels a little bad about it. Cas probably does deserve a grand gesture. âAlright, but Iâm not getting down on one knee.â
âNo, of course not.â
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â
âIt means, Dean, that youâve made it very clear that you donât want this.â Castiel says, exasperation coloring every word.Â
âI do want it!â Dean argues. âI do!â He gets up from his chair and kneels in front of Castielâs bed. âFine! Iâm literally on my knees here, dude. Will you marry me or what?â
âYes,â Castiel says quickly, and his eyes are bright and his cheeks are flushed and somewhere in the background Sam is letting out an obnoxious âawwâ and Deanâs heart is kinda racing. He just proposed to someone. And not just anyone. To... to his guy, to his person. Fake or not, the moment feels pretty real.
âOkay. Good,â Dean says, and he doesnât know what the etiquette is now. âI donât have a ring or anything.âÂ
âThatâs alright,â Castiel says, still smiling.Â
âStop looking at me like that,â Dean says. Itâs not real. This isnât a real engagement. âFiancĂ©.âÂ
Castielâs smile is blinding and the softness in his eyes... yeah, that looks pretty real too.
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