Things I am monumentally bad at: posting things in any timely manner whatsoever.

Anyway, here's the wedding fic, as promised! Hope you like it!

And yes, I did steal the title because I am so very creative.

"Are you ready, Dean?"

"As I'll ever be."

Dean casts one last nervous look at himself in the mirror. There's not a hair out of place, but he can't help feeling like he looks silly. Sam assures him that he looks great and Dean takes a deep breath before following his brother outside. They'd decided not to do this in a church, for obvious reasons, and instead they're standing outside. It's pretty warm, but not uncomfortably so and Dean thinks that he couldn't have picked a better day for a wedding.

As Sam leads him down the aisle, Dean can't help looking at all his friends who showed up. There's Garth and his werewolf pack, Mrs. Tran and Kevin - which Dean still thinks might be a problem later on - and Charlie with her new girlfriend Dorothy. Jody Mills is there with Alex and the other cop lady, Donna is sitting with them, all beaming smiles and heart eyes.

"Oh, I just love a good wedding, you know," she's saying as Dean walks past them. "It's so romantic."

Dean can't help but smile. He'd normally be opposed to any such notion that he's romantic about anything, but with Cas, he's willing to make an exception. Once he and Sam are in their spots at the altar, music starts playing and Dean is nervous all over again. Part of it is to do with the fact that he's actually going through with this, the other has to do with all the eyes on him, particularly from Cas' angel friends who showed up to show their support.

"Quit fidgeting," Sam whisper shouts at him, drawing the attention of the few people sitting closer to the front.

"I'm nervous, okay?" Dean snaps back.

"Don't be. You'll be fine," Sam assures him.

Everyone turns and Dean can't help but look as Cas appears at the end of the aisle. He's breathtaking and Dean is very much in danger of possibly fainting. Not only does his tuxedo look splendid on him, but his wings have been decorated with a cloth of some sort that have strange gemstones sewn into them. Dean suspects it's an angel thing and he's well aware that his mouth is probably hanging open.

"Holy shit," Dean whispers, getting a glare from Sam.

"Dean!" he chastises.

"Sam, he looks incredible. I would say look at his wings, but you can't see them," Dean comments.

"Wait, what? You can see his wings?" Sam asks, probably about to launch into a nerdy tirade right then and there.

Someone, Dean thinks it's Charlie, clears their throat and they both shut up. Dean watches as Cas approaches him and his heart pounds in his chest. He barely hears the man talking about holy matrimony and all that stuff, too focused on not freaking out or embarrassing himself by doing something stupid like jumping into Cas' arms. Cas' smile is dazzling and Dean can't help but smile back just as wide.

When it comes time to say their vows, Cas goes first, reciting his from memory.

"We've been through much together, you and I. When we first met, I never thought we'd be here. Back then, I was just doing what I was told. But you changed me. You changed the way I thought about this world, this life. And I can never thank you enough for that. The only thing I can do is keep you safe and show you that even after all we've been through, you deserve to be saved."

Dean lets out a shaky breath and wipes at his eyes. He'd told himself he'd be totally cool, that he wasn't going to cry, but that plan's gone right out the window. He swallows hard and he knows that everyone's waiting for him to say his part. The thing is, he didn't exactly write anything down. He thought he'd just wing it and be fine. But now he can't think of anything to say that doesn't sound epically cheesy or girly.

"Sir-"

"Just gimme a second," Dean says. Cas reaches out and takes his hand, squeezes it gently. Dean smiles at him thankfully and he takes a deep breath.

"Before...before I met you, I was never big on faith. I didn't believe in God or angels. Bad things happened to good people. That's just the way it is. I was so convinced that I was right. And then you pulled me out of Hell and you showed me that there is something worth believing in. You...you made a praying man outta me, Cas." Dean smiles and Cas' wings are trembling, like he desperately wants to wrap them around the hunter but can't in case he dislodges the veil-like fabric covering them.

"Even if the world was ending," Dean continues. "I'd have faith that you'd save me again."

Cas smiles at him and when Dean's told he can kiss the groom, he doesn't hesitate to lean in and press a soft kiss to Cas' lips. There's an applause from the audience and Dean couldn't care less that all those eyes are on him. He wraps his arms around Cas and pulls him closer, tilting his angel's head back so he can deepen the kiss. Charlie wolf whistles and only then do they break apart, both with pink faces.

"I love you," Dean whispers, leaning his forehead against Cas'.

"I love you too," Cas says, hands carding through Dean's hair. His wings come forward and Cas lifts the cloth from them, wrapping it around Dean's shoulders. "If you had wings of your own," Cas says, "we would exchange veils, but this will do for now."

"Can the others see it or is it just-"

"Whoa, where'd that come from?" Sam asks, answering Dean's question unknowingly. Dean smiles and touches the cloth. It hums with an otherworldly energy beneath his fingertips and he turns to face his brother.

"Just a little gift from Cas," he says, reaching down and taking Cas' hand in his. The rest of the wedding goes off without a hitch, although Dean does say that he wishes they had pie instead of cake. The hunter also has no idea how to dance and maybe looks completely ridiculous when everyone pairs up and slow dances.

"Sorry," Dean mutters as he steps and stumbles again, just barely avoiding trampling on Cas' feet. "I can't dance."

"I've got a better idea," Cas says, helping to steady him. His wings spread outwards and Dean glances at them curiously. "Do you trust me?" the angel asks.

"Absolutely," Dean says.

"Hold on tightly," Cas tells him. Dean grips Cas' shoulders and his new husband places both hands on the hunter's hips. Cas flaps his wings and then they're ascending into the sky, high above the little celebration going on below.

"Cas!" Dean gasps, pushing himself closer to Cas and digging his fingers into his angel's suit.

"It's okay, love. I won't let you fall, I promise," Cas says. Dean makes the mistake of looking down and he whimpers, squeezing Cas hard. "Look at me, Dean. Just focus on me."

Dean forces himself to look at Cas' eyes and slowly, he relaxes. Cas' wings beat the air and they fly through the air. The breeze makes Cas' hair even messier than usual and Dean lets out a laugh at the sight. He brushes a strand of it back from Cas' face without thinking and that's when he realizes that he's barely hanging onto him. It's just Cas holding him up and for some reason, that should terrify him, putting his life into someone else's hands, quite literally. But Dean trusts Cas explicitly and he finds it easier than it should be to slip his hands into Cas' and just enjoy their little dance in the sky. He's a little breathless when they finally touch down, all sorts of amazed. Dean's never liked flying, but with Cas, he thinks he can learn to love it.