Castiel gives him a flat look before leading the way, squinting a little against the waning sun.

It looks lovely. Their guests are seated and well dressed and the lights he and Dean had strung through the trees and around the house are starting to be visible. He falters a bit as everyone turns to stare but he squeezes Dean's hand tightly and leads him up the center of the chairs, nodding at their friends and nervously smoothing down his tie.

"Hello," he murmurs as he reaches where he thinks they are supposed to stand.