*deep breath* GUISE. GUISE LOOK. GUISE LOOK AT ME. I FINISHED A MULTI-CHAPTER FANFICTION. I FINISHED IT. Holy fucking JESUS.
First things first! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, I want to move to AO3, but I need an invite, or else I won't get one until October and I'm gonna be on deployment by then! If you have an AO3 account (that's ArchiveOfOurOwn, by the way), PLEASE send me a message and I'll send you my email address so you can invite me! I really want to be able to post my fanfictions (especially the smutty ones) without worrying about whether or not it's about to get deleted.
Second! Poll results! Holy Jesus, guise, are you HIGH or something? God DAMN! The results have me in gigglefits, so thank you to the eighteen people who voted. In last place, with zero votes, is Bobby Singer (not a surprise). In a five-way tie for seventh place with one vote each are Rachel Wesson, Anna Singer, Raphael Burbank, Michael Novak, and Jeremy Crowley. In sixth place, with two votes, is Sam Smith. In fifth place, with three votes, is Dean Wesson. In fourth place, with four votes, is Balthazar Lords. And in a three-way tie for first, with TWELVE FUCKING VOTES EACH, Castiel Novak, Gabriel Speight, and LUCIFER PELLEGRINO. And that last one with Lucifer was close. Out of the last five people who voted, only one didn't vote for Lucifer. For most of this poll, Satan was the favorite. Most of people's votes were "Cas, Gabe, Satan," but one person was like "Cas, Gabe, Taz," and knocked Lu from his stranglehold on first place. I seriously don't understand you people...but hey, I love Satan, so I'm not complaining!
Everything belongs to Kripke. How come fanfiction writers treat his characters better than he does?
"Do I look okay?" Castiel asked Gabe as he peered anxiously into the mirror, adjusting his bow tie.
Gabe gave him a condescending sort of look, eyeing the younger man in his rented black tuxedo. He wasn't too happy with his own tux, either, but he wasn't stupid enough to mention it. "You look fine," he said, patting down his pockets for a candy bar. Finding none, he ran his fingers through his hair quickly and dropped into the free armchair next to Ray, who had his head tilted back and was snoring softly. "At least someone's relaxed," he added quietly.
Castiel let out a quick breath and spun around. "Why am I so nervous?" he demanded. "This doesn't make any sense."
"You're damn right it doesn't make sense," Gabe said, looking a bit annoyed. "I need a freaking Hershey bar or a Chewy bar or something. Where the fuck is Sam?"
Castiel laughed suddenly. In the last two years, Sam had learned to keep candy bars at hand just in case Gabe needed a sugar fix. It was actually pretty cute.
There was a knock on the door of the back room, and suddenly Dean stuck his head in the room and looked around. "Fuck!" he growled.
"What?" Castiel demanded, his eyes widening in panic.
Dean sighed. "Mikey was supposed to check in with me when he got here. I thought he'd be here by now. Just hoping he'd be back here…"
"Mikey's not here?" Castiel shook Ray's shoulder. "Check your phone. Did Mikey call you?"
"Huh?" Ray blinked and slowly pulled out his phone. "Um, no. Why?" He checked the time on his phone. "Is he not here yet?"
"Fuck!" Castiel checked his phone, saw no new calls or texts from Mikey, and turned back around to face Dean. "Have you called…" His voice trailed off though. Dean was looking him over appreciatively, a grin on his face. Castiel blushed a bit but grinned back. "What?" he asked innocently.
"You… you look really good. That's all."
"Jesus Christ," Gabe groaned. "Just go fuck, for God's sake. It's not like you don't have time or anything."
Castiel wouldn't admit it—not right now, with Gabe and Ray right there—but Dean looked pretty damn good in his tuxedo, too. It made him wish that he could just drag Dean into the back and ravish him.
And then his phone started buzzing, completely distracting him. He took one look at the screen and quickly hit the "answer" button. "Mikey! What the hell? Where are you?"
"I'm on my way! I just… um, just had a crisis. Why? Is Mom freaking out or something?"
"No, but you didn't check in with Dean so we weren't sure where you were. You had a crisis? Are you okay?"
Mikey laughed a bit. "Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry. I talked to Dad and I'm ready to get married now. I just kind of freaked out a bit. But tell Dean I'm okay!"
"Okay." Castiel tilted the phone away from his mouth. "Dean, my brother says he's ready to marry your sister."
Dean blinked. "He wasn't before? I mean, you'd think he would have been the moment he asked her, y'know?"
Castiel shrugged. "He said he had a crisis."
"He's been a bachelor for thirty years. I think getting ready to change that is plenty of freak out a bit."
Dean nodded. "Okay. Well, is he coming or what?"
"Yeah, he's on his way." He addressed his brother again. "When are you going to be here?"
"Like… ten minutes? Fifteen? It's not that—HOLY SHIT! It cannot really be two-thirty!"
"Uh, yeah, bro. It is."
"Alright, hang on. If I'm not there in seven minutes, it's because we got arrested."
"What—?" But the line had gone dead in Castiel's ear. "Um. I guess he's speeding to get here. He didn't realize what time it was. But he'll be here soon."
"Alright." He flashed Castiel a quick smile. "I'll see you in a few then."
Castiel grinned. "See you later."
Mikey arrived ten minutes later but the Wesson-Novak wedding was able to get underway at three as scheduled. Even though Castiel was the best man, he could barely pay attention to what was going on—the longer he made eye contact with Dean over Rachel's shoulder, the harder it was to focus on anything except how damn hot he looked in his black-on-black tuxedo. Everyone in the wedding party was in black-on-black except for Mikey and Rachel, who were both dressed in nearly blinding white. Mikey looked good, too—he'd even taken off his glasses.
But every three seconds or so, he kept looking over at Dean, fighting the urge to lick his lips. It was incredibly distracting and he couldn't help being a bit frustrated with Rachel for picking such a hot outfit for her brother to wear.
Although he probably wouldn't have been so frustrated if he could have seen some of the looks Gabe was shooting Sam.
But finally, the priest said something that sounded like "You may kiss the bride" and Castiel snapped his attention back to his brother and new sister-in-law and applauded with everyone else. Grinning, he followed Mikey and Rachel back down the aisle with Dean's fingers laced through his and Anna and Ray right behind them.
At the banquet hall for the reception, all the families and friends were already there, except for Lu and Taz who'd ducked out of the ceremony a few minutes early. Castiel wasn't suspicious until he saw that they weren't at the reception, which was his initial assumption. His question answered itself when, about ten minutes after Michael and Rachel Novak arrived, Lu and Taz emerged from the coat room, both wearing identical mischievous grins.
Gabe came up to Castiel a few moments later, looking extremely annoyed. "You let me know if that Jessica Moore girl starts flirting with Sam. She said something about how absolutely gorgeous Sam Smith had gotten in the last few years and I don't trust her."
"Did you tell her he's your boyfriend?"
"Uh, yeah, but I still don't trust her."
"I don't think you have to worry about Sam cheating on you. He loves you."
"I know that. I just don't like the idea of her moving in on my man."
Castiel covered his face with his hands and couldn't help laughing. "Yeah, okay. Why don't you sic Lu on her? I'm sure he'll scare the crap out of her."
"Are you kidding? Taz has him almost completely domesticated. He's got no bark and no bite, except whatever biting—"
"Please don't finish that thought."
"Hey, guys." Ray appeared, putting an arm around each of them. "Sit your asses down—it's about time to start the toasts and whatever else."
Castiel laughed softly and hurried over to the table where his brother and sister-in-law were sitting. There was a spot reserved for him in between Mikey and Dean with both the Novak and Wesson parents at the table, too. With all eight of them, it was full up. And all of them except Castiel were smiling a little too wide, probably waiting for him to make a total idiot of himself. He eyed them nervously until he finally tapped his fork against his glass and stood up.
Everyone quieted nearly immediately.
He cleared his throat. "Hello. Most of you know me but I think there's a few of you on the Wesson side who don't. I'm Mikey's brother Castiel, and, um…" He gave a nervous laugh. "I'm also Dean's boyfriend. Anyway, when Mikey asked me to be his best man, I was really surprised because I thought he was going to ask Ray, since they're best friends and everything. But of course, I had to say yes because I owe him a lot. For my past twenty-seven years, he's always been looking out for me, even when it seemed like he wasn't. So I know that he and Rachel are going to be incredibly happy together and both of them completely deserve it." He met Mikey's grin with one of his own and raised his glass. "To Michael and Rachel Novak!"
Everyone drank and Castiel gratefully took his seat again. Mikey leaned in and hissed, "That was good. But I think Dean's about to upstage you."
Castiel scoffed good-naturedly. "We'll see about that."
Mikey smirked and slung his arm over Rachel's shoulders.
Dean got up and waved. "Hey guys. For those of you on the Novak side who don't know me, I'm Dean, Rachel's brother and, obviously, Cas's boyfriend. So, anyway, something you probably didn't know about Rachel—and she's gonna kill me for telling you this—is that she had a huge crush on Mikey all through high school. And I mean huge. Like all she talked about for the first two years of high school was how absolutely amazing Mikey Novak was. And I listened, like a loving, patient brother, but neither of us really expected that they would end up married. We both figured that, after he graduated, it would be the last time we ever saw him, but it wasn't, because three years ago, on July sixth, Mikey decided he was gonna have a birthday party for Cas and invite all of Cas's old friends from high school, including the lovely Anna Singer, who is over at the next table with her boyfriend Ray Burbank. But at the time, I was dating Anna and I tagged along to this party and Rachel wanted to come, too, since we hadn't seen each other in awhile. And…" Dean laughed. "It's really mind-blowing to think of how many people met at that party who ended up together. Gabe and Sam, Lu and Taz, Anna and Ray, Cas and me, and of course, Rachel and Mikey. But I couldn't imagine a happier ending for my other half. It is so absolutely amazing to witness my sister Rachel this happy with her new husband Michael that…" Dean looked down at Castiel, smiling. "Will you marry me?"
For one long moment, everything froze and Castiel couldn't breathe. Dean had just proposed. He asked me to marry him! His high school crush, the boy he'd once admired from afar, the cause of nearly a year of emotional conflict, the one flame that just wouldn't go out, Dean Jensen Wesson, wanted to marry him.
This couldn't be real. He must have just dreamed the last three years. There was no way he could be this lucky. Not him. Not a chance.
But with Dean smiling at him like that, he realized he didn't care. Even if this was only a dream, he wanted to be with Dean. He wanted to be this happy. Feeling a grin spreading across his face and wondering how his heart hadn't burst already, he said, "Of course, Dean."
He was on his feet and in Dean's arms before he stopped to think about it and a moment later, Dean's lips were pressed to his and he could feel both of them smiling. There was a dull roar in his ears and it took him a moment to realize it was applause and he was going to marry Dean. Dean wasn't his boyfriend anymore. Dean was his fiancé now.
And then there was a decent amount of space between their mouths again and Dean was laughing, saying so everyone could hear him, "By the way, I'm not a massive dick and I did ask Rachel and Mikey if I could steal the spotlight for a few minutes. They were both quite happy to let me."
Beaming with happiness, Castiel took his seat again and Mikey leaned back over. "Upstaged, yes?"
"Shut up," he laughed.
Castiel leaned his head against Dean's shoulder and closed his eyes, sighing happily. Dean tightened his arms around Castiel as they swayed in place to whatever slow song the DJ was playing—he didn't know and he didn't care. Anna and Ray had taken Castiel and Dean's seats at the table next to Mikey and Rachel while Mr. and Mrs. Wesson and the elder Mr. and Mrs. Novak were spinning around the dance floor. Taz and Lu were snuggled up in a far corner and when Castiel opened his eyes and was turned to look at them, he noted with no small amount of satisfaction that both of them, Lu especially, looked pretty happy, too. In fact, in the past two years or so, Mikey and Lu's relationship had gotten a lot better. Maybe it was because Lu stopped coming off as a bitter, self-obsessed asshole, but Mikey was now able to tolerate and even enjoy his presence sometimes.
Sam and Gabe had completely disappeared, and Castiel could only imagine what they'd gotten up to, but since Jess was sitting next to another girl named Jo, one of Rachel's friends from college, and looking a bit upset, he guessed that Sam had given her a definite "no" and Gabe had dragged him off somewhere to have his way with him.
And then Dean's fingers were coming through his hair, bringing him back to his own personal moment of Heaven. "I love you, Cas," he murmured.
Castiel's throat closed up a bit, but he managed to answer, "I love you, too, Dean." He did not want to cry right now, but looking into Dean's eyes, bright green and swimming with tears, he felt his heart swelling up and he said, "I can't wait to marry you."
Dean laughed, a few tears sliding down his cheeks. "Me neither." He tilted Castiel's head up and kissed him.
And they all lived happily ever after!
So some facts that never came up in the story: Castiel's middle name is James. Mikey's middle name is Adam. Rachel's middle name is Elizabeth. Sam's middle name is Jared. I didn't give Bobby a middle name (fun fact: he's also the only one of the twelve main characters who I didn't assign a birthday, either. Even Crowley had one!). Anna's middle name is Eve. Taz's middle name is Kevin. Crowley's middle name is Donald. Ray's middle name is Anthony. Dean is the older twin. Rachel, Anna, and Crowley all have angel wings as well as Cas, Mikey, Taz, Lu, Gabe, and Ray. I even wrote out a description of each of their wings, and no two sets are exactly alike. Crowley is 40 and turned 41 on August 13 (right around chapter eight). Mikey was 17 when he graduated high school (he didn't turn 18 until the October afterward, and I know that's a bit awkward, but he's supposed to be a smart motherfucker). Dean and Sam's birthdays are taken from the actual show - I didn't make them up like I did with the rest. Lu's middle name was originally going to be Mark, but I decided I liked the idea of his parents being hippies and "FUCK THE MAN" and naming their son after the Devil...twice...so I changed it to Damien (which I did mention).
Holy fuck. After less than three months, I finished this goddamn fanfiction. It's been my whole life for a decent chunk of time. What am I supposed to do with myself?
Oh, yeah. I have more fanfictions to write!