"Okay. Here it goes," Dean inhales deep through his nose and blows out an exaggerated puff of air in a futile attempt to settle his fluttering heart. Abandoning all subtlety, he glances down at palm and is horrified to see that the words he’s written there have been smeared beyond all comprehension. He gulps audibly, suddenly aware of how hot it’s gotten under the Kansas sun, but one look at his husband-to-be brings him back to reality. Castiel is standing there, all bright eyed and smiley, and Dean just feels like the luckiest guy in the world.
He looks back down at his hand again, vows saturated from nerves and unnecessary fears, and balls his fist confidently.
"Cas, I had this whole thing written out and rehearsed but…you know, that’s just not us. Is it?" Dean pauses just to get his bearings, realizing in that moment that Castiel is just as apprehensive as he is. But it isn’t fear or dread that has their hands sweating and shaking, it isn’t panic that has Cas licking his lips every ten seconds—it’s excitement. It’s joy.
"When I was a kid, mom…she used to say that I had angels watching over me," Dean murmurs quietly and clenches his jaw once at the mention of the mother he misses so dearly. "I thought it was a load of crap until I…." he moistens his lips and looks up at Cas with a sincere smile, "until I met you."
Castiel’s lower lip quivers slightly at the sweet words pouring from his lover’s lips, his faltering composure manifesting itself as a shaky sigh and a weak smile—the kind that shows his gums and makes Dean blush all at once. Dean’s never been shy but he has always been somewhat private; for him to speak so freely amongst his friends and family has Cas’ heart soaring higher than his wings could ever take him.
"You’ve done a lot for me…for my family, and you’ve taught me so much about life, about, uh, love, about myself. You gave me a second chance and not…not just that, you showed me that I deserved that second chance.” Dean breaths deep when Castiel’s eyes begin to water, knowing that he’s struck a chord within his angel by acknowledging his own self worth—something he’s struggled with for many years.
"You bring out the best in people, Cas. Your heart has always been in the right place even when your mind hasn’t and watching you grow has just been…it’s been amazing. I’m just glad a little bit of Sammy’s good influence rubbed off on you," Dean laughs, glancing over his shoulder to smile at his brother who is standing at his side proudly alongside Garth. Sensing Castiel’s emotion beginning to overflow, he decides to wrap things up before they both start blubbering at the alter.
"I’m blessed," Dean says finally, reaching out to slide his thumb across Castiel’s cheek, tenderly. They spend a moment just staring, searching, and losing themselves in each others’ eyes and for that brief blip in time, it’s just the two of them. "And I want to spend the rest of my life with you, even if that means listening to your awful ‘Best of Duran Duran’ CD in the car.” Dean grins wide when Castiel huffs out a laugh and wipes his eyes.