Collection of Destiel

A Promise for the Rest of Their Lives

Dean's hands shook. Not like they did when he wielded the first blade, or when he clung to his brother's lifeless corpse, or when he tossed the flask into the fire sending his father figure into the afterlife. No, this time his hands shook with an excitement that almost made him vomit up his breakfast. This time he felt like choking not under the weight of the world, but by the bowtie that matched along his tux. Nerves that he never experienced, even when going head to head with the devil, pounded through his veins. Today was what people would call 'the first day of the rest of his life'. And goddammit he was scared, more scared then when his time was up and he was being chased by hellhounds.

His eyes left the unsettling pale face that looked back at him from the vanity mirror and fell on his younger brother, who was determinately yelling at someone that they were ready. Ready for the unknown, ready for whatever laid after this day, ready for what laid after he spoke those two single words to the person he chose to spend the rest of his life (and God help him he wanted a long life now) with.

"Sam." Dean's voice came out as a pathetic croak. He could feel the tears just watering the lids of his eyes. He could hear the thunderous painful beating of his heart as if it would break his eardrums. "Sammy."

Warm hands gripped his shoulders, and settled some of the turmoil just now setting in. Sam met his eyes with confidence and a brilliant smile that couldn't not bring Dean's lips to curl up just a little. "Dean, listen to me. He is out there waiting for you. I know that when this first started, I was a little jerk about it. I made jokes, and I harassed you guys. I know I was kind of a dick."

Dean rolled his eyes and mouthed 'kind of'. More of the tension and unease was lifting from him, just like his brother knew exactly how to calm him after all these years.

Sam smirked. "Alright, I was a big bag of dicks. But I swear to God, Dean, I have never seen to people look at each other like you two do. I don't even think I was as in love with Jessica as he is with you. I know it isn't going to be easy, but I am so happy for you. I need you to have this, Dean. I need you to walk down that isle, take his hand, and fucking smile the way only he can make you. I need you to do this for yourself. Because I know that you want it. He needs you, and you need him. So stop belly aching and waltz down that frilly white isle that Garth arranged and say those words and kiss him and be fucking happy."

Dean didn't want to cry, he didn't want to say that Sammy's words had broken and yet mended so many of the pieces in his heart. He didn't want to ever admit just how much his younger brother meant to him.

"Okay." The older brother nodded simply and clenched his hands into tight fists. "Let's do this."

They started toward the door leading into the church. "Oh, and Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"You hurt him, and I will send you straight back to hell." Sammy winked with a shit eating grin before pulling open the door and shoving his brother into the wide open church room.

Music started up with the sappy cliché tune that usually had Dean turning his nose up at. But this time it was different. The tune was met with the eyes of all his friends. Garth, his girlfriend, and her father were seated up in a pew on his side. All three were misty eyed and grinning. Dean tried not to roll his eyes. Jody was giving him a thumbs up, which he couldn't resist returning with a wink. It wasn't until he allowed his eyes to finally rise and meet those of his soon to be husband.

Blue eyes met his and everything was lost. The music, the whispers, and the smiles were gone. All the worries, the nerves, and the doubts vanished so suddenly it knocked the wind from his lungs. Castiel was beautiful (and Dean would only ever use that word when describing said person) and almost radiant. The years of civil war and heavenly hardships were nowhere in sight. It was just a man, his man, standing up there in a black tuxedo matching his.

Sam cleared his throat beside him, knocking him from the trance. Only then did he realize there were tears warming over his cheeks. His younger brother gripped tightly to Dean's upper arm and they walked toward the future, toward the promise Dean never imagined himself making. As they got closer, Dean felt his knees almost give out. Choked sobs barely breathed through his lips and he could hear sniffling around him. It was too much, and almost too little all at the same time.

Dean took his last step, taking his rightful place beside Castiel, and clung to whatever resolve he had not to sob like a baby right there in front of everyone. It wasn't until a warm hand found his, a familiar hand that he held too many nights to count, found his and gave it a squeeze. Their eyes met and Dean let out a raspy breath with the smallest smile.

"I love you." He whispered because he couldn't wait another moment to say it, not when Cas was looking at him like he hung the moon and the stars.

Cas smiled so softly, a single tear falling from his own face, and whispered back, "I love you, too, Dean."