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Weddings don't just happen the next day, they take careful planning. In the case of Castiel most of that planning went into what could they get away with? It had to look good, fashionable and tactful but cheap and not overly extravagant. Less is more, Castiel had told him. Dean appreciated that, they decided their colour scheme would be primarily white and blue, the odd thing here or there a pale purple colour. There would be one lily placed in a jar on each dining table, the catering was planned out and taken care of by Michael so the cutlery and dishes used were by far the most eloquent things there.

John and Mary congratulated them when they finally received word of the intentions, and Dean wasn't even the one who told them. Cas had gotten so excited he had gone to visit them on his own while Dean was in class. Dean knew because he received a phone call in the middle of a test. It was alright of course, but it still startled the hell out of him, as well as reminded him to turn his phone on silent for the next one. It was the first out of two weddings that Mary and John would be attending, meaning it was important and Mary insisted on helping Cas plan it.

Which was just fine by Castiel, he loved working with Mary and just generally being around her. She was his new mom, after all. He loved her, and John as well. His own dad was distant and a busybody, John was definitely a family man and was there for his kids. Mary seemed to keep him in line when he strayed, but didn't every married couple have something like that in their dynamic?

Dean had graduated already, his degree in business under his belt Dean had to decide what exactly he wanted to put it toward. Owning his own shop sounded like fun but Gabriel had informed him that he was taking Sam out on vacation, a tour of the world kind of thing. Which meant they'd be gone for months, maybe longer if Gabriel felt like it. Dean was excited for Sam, and he was even more excited when Gabriel gave him the opportunity to take over The Jar.

"You mean it?" Dean stared at him in awe, not sure if Gabriel was serious.

"You've got the degree, I don't see why not. Besides, you're one of our most regular customers, you know how we work better than anyone." Gabriel grinned back at him.

The thing was, Gabriel didn't intend to come back, meaning he had handed Dean all the documents and papers to sign under that pretense. Dean had no idea until Castiel had excitedly jumped on him.

"I can't believe you own The Jar now! Dean, we can work together, it's so cute!"

"I own what?" Dean had stumbled through the thought as he stuttered out the words. "Gabriel just gave me some stuff to sign so he could go on his trip."

"Yeah, you signed for the property and the shop, it's yours now." Cas laughed, ruffling up Dean's hair, "For a guy who got his degree you sure don't know much about the papers you were handling."

"Shut up, I don't know if I'm ready for this." Dean laughed too but he was actually quite nervous.

"Don't worry, I'll help you handle it." Cas smiled sweetly, "I took classes and courses to get me ready for the big company, I think I can handle this with you."

"Right," Dean smiled back and kissed Cas slowly, really tasting the breath mint he'd recently eaten. "I guess I'm freaking out over nothing, we can make this place run like a mom and pop kinda joint."

To Dean's great pleasure and relief Castiel agreed, meaning they both owned it and shared responsibilities. Cas immediately took to redecorating it and setting up the employees with better benefits. After all, happy workers made the job place so much better. They worked together happily, granted Dean ended up at the café more often that Castiel did, Cas was out doing is volunteering thing, which was just as important. The girls who had been working at the café since Dean started going there the year before were ecstatic to see him owning the place now, he'd been such a great help at clean up each night and he was always so amazing to talk to. Dean enjoyed his work, even though it didn't involve the mechanical type of labour he'd expected when he first took on his post secondary schooling.

Sam had done so well in school and though he was offered a free ride into an amazing law school right out of university, he declined. Gabriel's trip was important to both of them and he figured he could put off finishing his law degree, especially if Gabe would pay the tuition to make up for Sam missing the free years of education. They were young, what was the point in rushing into something like that? Sam knew he'd miss out on all the good memories he could have made, and who would turn down a trip around the world? Not that Winchester.

The families had a tendency to get together more often than just holidays. John would break out the barbecue and invite everyone over, Novak's included. They never did get to meet Jimmy, not that Dean wanted to. He'd moved across the continent where his company had expanded, owning and running the new site. Originally he was going to move Michael but his oldest son had other intentions. This time, with no more leverage held above Michael's head, Michael said no outright and gave his father every reason why Jimmy should head out to the new company instead of him. One of his favourites being 'fuck you.'

Now with James Novak out of the picture, Michael could run the show any which way he wanted without having his dad's say in the matter. Michael was brilliant with the company and they soon discovered the value of his leadership as soon as James had stepped down and moved on to the other state. With a greater amount of efficiency and not having his father breathing down his neck about bullshit that didn't matter, Michael was free to take on hobbies again. Meaning he could get his motorcycle out of the garage. He'd heard from Cas that Dean was pretty good with vehicles so he gave it a whirl and asked his brother in-law if he'd like to help get the bike up and running again.

Why would Dean refuse? He was beyond flattered and almost jumped at the opportunity.

Castiel spent Mother's Day with Mary, being one of the only ones able to just drop whatever he was doing and take her out. They got makeovers, spent the day at the spa, and talked the whole while. Dean and Sam had shown up in the evening for the dinner they usually had with her and discovered she had been pampered and sweetened up by Castiel's presence the whole day. Dean loved seeing it, seeing Castiel just slip into their family like it was the most obvious step in the world.

And slipping into the family was exactly what it seemed like he'd done. Castiel was so naturally apart of the Winchester family that they hardly noticed the difference, none could really think of what would change as soon as Dean and Cas exchanged rings. They decided that when they did put the rings on one another's fingers it'd be the same ones that they'd been wearing since their engagement. Instead of wedding rings or wedding bands they decided to get tattoos, cool little patterns wrapping around the ring finger on their left hand to indicate the permanence. That way they could never take it off or lose it, and if it would ever have to be removed it'd be just as painful as everything else would inevitably be.

Dean stood anxiously in his dressing room on the day they'd chosen, it was almost a year later on February 14, Valentine's Day and the anniversary of when they'd first met. Dean thought it was the best day, easy to remember, easy to celebrate, and it meant something for them both. Castiel was more than happy to agree.

He tugged at the collar of his tux and inhaled deeply, expecting a nice slow exhale but it never came. Instead he got a good jab to the side, which made him choke a little.

"You look nervous, man." Jet grinned at him, all cleaned up and looking pretty dapper in his suit.

"And you look weird."

Jet shrugged and nudged him again, "C'mon, it's time to get out there and do this thing. Seal the deal, right?"

"Right." Dean smiled and looked back in the mirror, "I'm ready."

The hall they'd chosen to do it in was gorgeous and Dean felt so overwhelmed as he walked inside. It wasn't overly done but it still took his breath away. So many people had shown up, the pews were full and he felt more important than ever. He was about to take Castiel to be his, in front of all of them without a single hesitation of fear. Dean was ready. He walked up to his side, his three 'best men' lined up beside him; Sam, Jet, and Jo, respectfully. On the other side were Castiel's chosen friends, of course his two brothers Michael and Gabriel, as well as Charlie. Dean smiled at them, earning himself a grin from Gabriel and Charlie who both gave thumbs up. Michael wasn't there yet, he was the one who would be walking Castiel down the aisle.

Dean looked around at his family and friends in the audience, feeling the tears well up in his eyes as he watched Mary blow her nose for the fourth time, John take a steady deep breath and smile proudly up at his son, and even when Garth had to wipe his eyes with his sleeve several times. He was really doing this.

The doors opened and the flower girl pranced down the aisle first, a young girl that Jo baby-sat once in a while. Dean smiled at her excitement but his eyes were drawn to the young man who all but demanded a spotlight on him. Castiel smiled at the back of the room and Dean could feel it, fluttering in his stomach like butterflies. The light from outside was so bright it almost silhouetted Castiel's figure as he came forward, a trim man in a fitted suit courtesy of Michael's tastes.

Only for a moment Dean fooled himself into thinking Castiel couldn't be that beautiful, that it was the wedding bells ringing in his mind that made his baby look like an angel in a man's skin. But who was he kidding? Everything about his walk caught the eye; the slight sway of his hips and shift of his back was subtle but provocative. He reached the podium where Michael let him go and walked over to join the other two at Castiel's side. "Hello, Dean." Cas smiled at him, they hadn't seen each other all day.

Dean nearly melted in his shoes, Cas' voice still had some kind of power over him. And that face, those eyes, he was beautiful. Dean was certain he couldn't feel his legs anymore. "Hi Cas."

The ceremony was lost to him and he almost didn't care what was said, all that mattered was what Castiel said, was what Cas did, that was all that he cared about it. Cas' gaze was so intense Dean wondered if he wasn't listening either. But they both managed to get through their vows without any mishaps.

The I do's were said and they stared at one another, in that instant it was just them, their future and their world. Dean could feel the chill of February's bite in the building, it wasn't that well circulated and his fingers were cold. But the moment Castiel took his hand and they stepped together he felt like a fire raged inside him. He finally understood that concept, the coldest nights made the warmest memories. It wasn't just the contrast, it was the symbolism behind it. In cold weather you bundled up, you snuggled close, you became more intimate. The cold would yank at your body and try to weasel its way through, but that only made the warm touch of another so much stronger in its wake. Dean held Castiel's hands tightly and smiled, he'd never let go of that moment.

"You may now kiss your partner."

And they did, Dean couldn't help but make it more than the simple little peck on the lips he'd seen in so many weddings. His hands found their way to cupping Castiel's cheek, the other bracing the back of his head. Their mouths locked in a kiss they'd shared so many times and nothing compared to this one. This one was the final promise, the seal and the start to the rest of their lives.

Finally Dean let him go, gasping lightly they looked at each other again, Castiel's eyes so bright and lively they made Dean smile even wider. "I love you, Castiel."

"I love you too, Dean. Forever."