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Dean nervously fidgeted with his tie with what felt like the millionth time. He was used to wearing them for work, being a wedding planner and all( one of the best in Kansas thank you very much) but tonight was different.
Cas was finishing up in the bathroom, the sounds of the shower turning off had need coiling deep and hot in Dean's belly. Just the thought of a wet, naked and willing Cas had Dean wanting to scrap his plans and tie the man to the bed.
Glaring down at the semi erection that was now tenting his slacks, he muttered, “you'll get to come out and play later.”
At that moment, the bathroom door swung open and Cas walked out, towel wrapped around his waist. Dean's mouth ran dry, he wanted to lick at the stray water droplets that dotted Cas’ tanned skin.
“You keep looking at me like that and we'll never leave the bedroom.” Cas said, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. Cheeky shit knew what walking around naked did to Dean. Often it led to sex in very interesting locations in the house.
“Works for me, gorgeous.” Dean smirked, hands digging into Cas’ hips and hauling him in for a searing kiss. Cas practically melted into him, his tongue probing inside of Dean's mouth before abruptly letting go and stepping back.
He let out a chuckle and pressed a kiss to the corner of Dean's mouth. “As much as I'd like to drop this towel and we spend the evening getting all sorts of dirty, we do have dinner reservations.”
Boy did they ever. Dean planned on getting married once and once only so he was pulling out all the stops. First up was drinks at the Roadhouse, a second home to Dean and where he and Cas spent many date nights. Then, dinner at Naufrage , a fancy French restaurant ran by their friend Balthazar. So here Dean was, in his finest three piece charcoal suit that made him look like an extra from The Untouchables.
“Why are you so dressed up, Dean?” Never one to mince words or use pet names, but it was just two of Cas’ quirks that Dean loved.
“Because sweetheart,” Dean said as he smoothed the dark grey vest he wore, “tonight is a special occasion.”
Cas frowned, his blue eyes squinting as he peered at Dean. “Is today an anniversary that I somehow forgot about?”
Dean snorted. As if Cas could forget anything, the man's mind was like a steel trap. “No Cas it isn't. Now, pull out your fanciest suit and get dressed.” With that, he gave a little slap to Cas’ behind and retreated to the bathroom to fix his hair.
“I'll make you pay for that later.” Cas mumbled to Dean's retreating back and Dean shivered in anticipation. No doubt that later tonight, his black tie would be around Dean's mouth and his dick gave a lurch at the thought.
Twenty minutes later, they left the sprawling two story brick home that they shared. Dean was seriously considering dragging Cas back upstairs, the man looked too good to be out in public. In black dress pants that highlighted his impeccable ass, a black vest and white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, Cas was a walking wet dream!
Ushering Cas into the passenger seat of Baby, his prized ‘67 Impala, Dean checked his suit pocket yet again. Tonight had to be perfect. Practically dancing around to the drivers side, he cheekily grinned at Cas’ perplexed look as he started up the car. It rumbled to life in the grumbling roar that it always had, he took excellent care of his Baby, she never faltered.
Dean slid in a cassette tape, a little mix tape he had put together of romantic rock songs(his opinion of them anyway). From the seventies and eighties of course. Tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as Love Gun started up, he backed out of the driveway, eager to get the evening underway.
They drove in comfortable silence, their fingers tangled together on Dean's thigh for a few minutes before Dean spoke. “You know what I was thinking about? The first time we met.”
Cas chuckled. “You mean when we couldn't stand each other?”
April 17, 2014
Cas went over his rather extensive checklist on his ipad, everything needed to be just right. Bella Talbot, daughter of senator James Talbot, was getting married and eyes of the world would be focused on the event.
Everything from the food to the flowers to the venue had to be perfect. There was no room for subpar anything for the Talbot/Roman wedding. With Bella’s politic connections and Roman being one of the most prominent businessmen in the country, the couple were sparing no expense for the nuptials.
The whole affair reminded Cas of the film Bride Wars with Bella as the character of Liv. Bella was the type of bride that wouldn’t settle for a gown off of the rack, she had to have one custom made by Oscar de la Renta complete with pearl and lace embellishments. He was pretty sure the gown cost more than his car.
The reception was being catered by Gordon Ramsey who apparently was a good friend of Bella's and the menu was what you would expect from such an affair. Six courses ranging from caviar inspired dishes to lobster, a selection of cheesecakes along with a monster of a five tier wedding cake.
The whole thing gave him a headache.
If he was ever to get married, he would want something simple, completely different from the types of weddings he's been planning for the past four years.
Cas snorted mentally as he went over the list, marking items off. He could imagine the food that would be served at his own wedding, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches if he had his way. There was just something about the tartness of jelly mixed with the smooth taste of peanut butter. His favorite comfort food besides honey.
Next on his list was securing the venue. He was waiting on a few venues to finalize their bids and of course, Bela and Roman wouldn't settle for a venue like a rec center. So here he sat in his office at Celestial Ceremonies checking and double checking his options.
“This one won’t work….no room for the orchestra…’not in the right part of town’, whatever that means…” Cas mumbled to himself as he felt a headache brewing between his eyes. After a few moments, he heard the outer door slam and Becky, his receptionist, squawked over the intercom.
“Sir, Dean Winchester is here to see you.”
Cas frowned. He knew of Dean Winchester, Lawrence was a relatively big city and Dean was a fellow wedding planner. But why would he come here ?
“Becky, please tell him that I don’t have time to see him right now.” He really didn’t as the Talbot/Roman wedding was number one on his to-do list, he couldn't afford any distractions.
“Sure thing!” There was a scuffle followed by, “hey, you can't go back there!” And then the door to his office burst open and in walked the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen.
“Is there something I can help you with?” Cas gulped, trying to ignore the pull of want in his gut. “Or do you have an explanation for just bursting into my office?”
He was decidedly ignoring the way that Dean's freckled face was sweaty as if he had ran. His light green suit fit him perfectly, showcasing strong thighs.
Focus Cas!
Dean slammed a fist on Cas’ desk and crossed his arms. “The Swing Kings. I have an agreement for them to perform for one of my weddings. Come to find out that they can't because you have them booked on that date for one of yours. You need to cancel them!”
Cas snorted. “I don't think so.” He combed through the filing cabinet to the left of his desk and pulled out a file for the Anderson wedding. “Here it is, a legal contract signed by both the engaged couple and The Swing Kings themselves. Sorry Dean, there's nothing I can do.”
He felt the need to stick out his tongue but that would've been too smug.
“This isn't over Novak.”
“Ah yes, good times.” Dean said with a laugh feeling his neck burn in embarrassment. Looking back, he couldn't believe he had been such a jerk but it all turned out for the best. It just took a while, there were months that the pair engaged in a prank war of sorts that nearly wrecked both their businesses.
After a few minutes, Cas cleared his throat. “Ok, here's a good one. When do you think you started to like me?”
“Oh that's easy. When we ran into each other at Donna's flower shop and you tripped. I caught you and kept you from hitting your head on the display case.”
“That's it?” Cas asked incredulously.
“What can I say? You were easy to fall for.”
They arrived at Naufrage and Dean parked, reluctantly handing over the keys to the valet. Cas chuckled at the pout Dean wore, grabbing his hand and kissing his knuckles to soothe his freckled boyfriend. “Come on, Dean. You know Balthazar wouldn’t hire subpar staff to park the cars.”
“I know but Caass. ” Dean whined and Cas couldn’t help but grin. His man was so finicky about his car, it was a beauty but Dean’s behavior sort of reminded him of the film Ferris Bueller’s Day Off . Cas figured it was only a matter of time before Dean started rubbing the Impala down with a diaper.
“Dean. It’ll be okay. Now let’s go have dinner.” He raised his eyebrow at Dean and the man practically melted. Dean was a man’s man; he liked to work on cars, drink beer, watch football, the whole nine yards. But whenever Cas raised his eyebrow at him, Dean was putty in his hands. Perfect for the shenanigans they get into in the bedroom.
They walked hand in hand to the front of the white brick building entrance. The entrance doors were heavy oak and opened into a reception area where you can check your coats and manned by a hostess.
Their good friend Balthazar, who owned and ran Naufrage which was French for shipwreck, had modeled his entire restaurant around The Titanic. Cas couldn't fully understand why Balthazar hated the song and the movie but designed, decorated and named his restaurant after it.
To each their own he supposed.
After checking in with Anna, Balthazar's cousin and the hostess, Dean led Cas through the ornate doors that featured iron grillwork that separated the hostess area from the dining room. The seating area was designed just like the first class dining area on the Titanic. It was decorated in wooden paneling painted white, and the floors were covered in blue linoleum tiles, featuring an elaborate red and yellow pattern. The room even had the funky portholes that were elegantly concealed by inner leaded-glass windows, that on the ship it gave passengers the impression that they were eating onshore instead of at sea.
The menu was extensive and followed the Titanic’s exactly. Dishes that included oysters, filet mignon, poached salmon, chicken Lyonnaise, foie gras, roasted pigeon, lamb with mint sauce and Punch Romaine and a palate-cleansing ice flavored with oranges and drenched in champagne.
The dining room wasn’t large enough to house one hundred and fifteen tables like the ship but they were designed the same. The seats themselves were green and brown, with the cushions and backrest made of rich green leather, with legs and arms of polished oak.
Off to the left of the dining room was a four person band in white uniforms that were currently playing Nearer My God to Thee , Dean's favorite song from the movie. He wasn't afraid to admit he always needed a tissue or four during that scene.
After they put their orders in, Dean going with steak and Cas with lamb and mint jelly, Dean let out a nervous breath. He didn't know why he felt so nervous, he was fairly sure Cas would accept his proposal.
As inconspicuous as possible, he slid the ring out of his pocket and with his other hand, picked up his glass of champagne that he had the waiter bring by. Cas picked his glass up as well and Dean smiled at him. “To a great evening.”
They clinked their glasses together before taking a drink, the wine pleasantly not too sweet or dry. He wouldn't mind having some for at the house.
Setting his glass down, Dean reached for Cas’ hand and the dark haired man gladly took it, brushing his thumb over Dean's knuckles.
“Cas,” Dean began, his heart racing. “These past few years have gone by so fast, it's hard to believe we've been together for three years. You make me happier than I've ever been and I can only hope I've done the same for you. We've had our ups and downs, who doesn't but there's no one I'd rather go on this journey of life with more than you. So,” Dean slid out of his chair and dropped to one knee, holding up the ring in his hand, “Castiel Novak. I love you more than anything in this world. I couldn't imagine being with anyone else, in this life or the next. Would you do the extraordinary honor of marrying me?”
He waited with baited breath as Cas’ face went through a range of emotions. First was surprise, then shock and finally tears flowing from his big blue eyes as realization set in. “Dean? Are you serious?”
“As a heart attack sweetheart. I love you so much, I want to marry you. What do you say?”
Cas had lifted his free hand to cover his mouth as he squeezed Dean’s hand tightly. “What do I say? Dean. I love you too. So much, I couldn’t even put it all into words what you mean to me.”
Dean’s heart lifted but Cas hadn’t said yes yet. Was this his way of letting him down gently?
“Dean, my love. Yes. Fucking yes. I’m in shock. I can’t wait to marry you.”
Dean lit up as he launched himself to his feet to envelope Cas into a crushing hug. He said yes! Holy shit! Patrons around them began clapping as Dean pulled back to passionately kiss Cas. He happily opened his mouth to Cas’ probing tongue before they pulled back at the sound of Balthazar’s voice.
“Gentlemen! I’m so happy for you both. Congratulations on your engagement. I’ll have Patrick send over a complimentary bottle of champagne.”
He departed before they could protest, not that Balthazar would listen to them anyway. Dean realized that he hadn’t give Cas his ring yet and he triumphantly held it up and reached for Cas’ hand.
“Dean…it’s absolutely stunning.”
The ring that Dean had picked was a wide silver band with gold honeycomb etching. Perfect for his man who loved and maintained a colony of bees. As soon as he saw it in the shop, he knew it was perfect for Cas. His fiance.
