
“Dean, we shouldn’t –”
“We’ve got five more minutes, Cas.”
“But –”
Dean silences him with a kiss, soft and unhurried, feeling utterly pleased with himself when Castiel melts almost instantly into the touch and presses their bodies closer together.
“It’s actually rather two minutes,” Castiel eventually objects, pulling back a little and looking reluctant doing so at the same time.
Dean smiles. “Who cares?”
“We shouldn’t be late.”
“It’s not like they’ll start without us.”
Dean leans in again and though Castiel seems as if he’s about to protest, urging them once more to hurry up like he’s doing since Dean snuck into his room half an hour ago, he gives back eagerly. His lips are hot against Dean’s and he makes some very contented noises when Dean starts to card his fingers through his soft hair. He even begins to play with the button of Dean’s shirt, obviously already forgotten where they are at the moment.
But he’s reminded a second later when a very familiar voice presses, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Dean detaches himself from Castiel, pouting at Jo who is standing at the door, her hands on her hips, and glaring at them as if they just committed a serious and unforgivable crime.
“I’m spending some quality time with my fiancé,” Dean says. “Do you have a problem with that?”
“Yes!” Jo hisses. “Your wedding starts in one fucking minute!”
Dean just rolls his eyes, but Castiel can’t help lowering his gaze sheepishly and taking a step back.
“Look at you, you idiots!” Jo complains. “It took me ages to tame Cas’ hair and you made a mess out of it, Winchester.”
Indeed Castiel seems a bit rumpled now. His hair absolutely disheveled, his eyes gleaming dazedly, his clothes wrinkled.
He never looked more beautiful.
“And I think you fried his brain, Dean” Jo says, grinding her teeth.
Castiel shoots her a dark glance. “My brain is fine, thank you very much.”
Jo continues to grumble underneath her breath while Castiel turns toward the big mirror on the wall, eyeing his reflection uncertainly and obviously debating if Jo may have a point about his appearance.
And Dean can’t have him doubting himself, least on their wedding day. He drops a warm kiss on Castiel’s temple and whispers, “I think you look perfect. Don’t ever change.”
And when they meet in front of their families and friends a few minutes later and Castiel’s hair still looks like he just had a very hot make-out session in the closet Dean grins brightly at him and knows without a doubt that this is the start of something amazing.
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