Love, it is enough
When it comes to us
We'll make things right
...
"Dean, I have watched you fight this war from the moment I laid eyes on you from Heaven. And just like every other one that you have fought since I pulled you from Hell, I'll be by your side through this one as well."
Dean's features softened, and he drew patterns on Cas' knee with his free hand, eyes wondering over every curve of his face.
"When I left Heaven, I wasn't prepared for the hardship, or-or the heartbreak, that it would bring. But every bit of it has been worth it."
Cas took in a deep breath, like he was preparing to let out a big secret, or some great confession.
"Even if it meant to I had to fail all over again, had to feel that pain tenfold what I already have, I would do it all over again."
Cas' hand disappeared into the folds of his trenchcoat, and Dean stilled, tears welling in wide eyes.
"Dean Winchester, I will stand by your side, through Heaven and Hell, until the very end. And I'd very much like it if you'd stand by mine as well."
When Cas unfolded his hand, there was a simple black band in his palm, edges lined in gold. And when Cas lifted it, the gold honeycomb pattern caught the light of a streetlamp, and Dean let out a wet laugh because Cas and his fucking honeybees.
But he was smiling too.
And the ring fit perfectly.
