Wedding

[godless_son]

Two weeks ago Castiel had been sure, at least for a little while, that this was not going to happen. The difference between knowing about your fiance's massacre and seeing it in full screen is very different, but Dean is forgiving and he is a good partner and as Castiel tries and fails yet again to make his hair lie flat, he decides not to include that particular tidbit in his vows.

Everything is reportedly set up, thanks to Mike and Neil, and he can hear the murmurs of the guests walking through the house to the backyard where the tables, chairs, and food await. The documents are signed, he and Dean having chosen to do that in private yesterday after Castiel's last class but the vows are different, he feels. Neither of them are terribly verbally demonstrative but he hopes very much that his are deemed appropriate. He carefully slips on his jacket, knowing that Robin will have words for him if it's not kept neat for at least the vows and fusses with the blue tie and pocket square that he'd been warned by Robin was not to be utilized for any rag-like purposes. Letting out a steady breath he stares at his reflection, at the very human looking man about to engage in a human ceremony with the Righteous Man he pulled from Hell. He frowns, head tilting as he looks for himself in all of that, for the thousands of years old warrior of the Lord with the wrath of Heaven behind him and decides he rather prefers the version that is still having trouble keeping his hair neat and whose biggest worry of the day is avoiding embarrassing himself during the vows. It is very strange and Heaven will never forgive him for it and he could not be happier.

He gives the stubborn curl spring up in front of his ear a furious swipe with his thumb and checks once more that Dean's ring is in his pocket before stepping out across the hallway to knock on their door. "Dean," he murmurs, "Are you ready?"

Dean feels half strangled by the tie. Long gone are the days disguises and aliases were needed - the last tie he bothered to throw around his neck is probably years past, but this is his wedding, and he means to look nice.

“Yeah,” he calls, adjusting the green silk at his throat a last, futile time. “Just.” He releases it with a sigh. He knows himself well enough to know he’s only nervous, and he passes a hand through his combed hair and takes a few deep breaths before he turns to the door, pausing with his hand on the knob.

“Am I supposed to see you? Is that a thing?”

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[always_enduphere]

"Thanks," Dean deadpans, "I moisturize."

At Yukio's pronouncement for the beer, Dean grins and claps Yukio on the shoulder, leaving it there through another swallow. "Good man. And yeah, this is pretty tame compared to a lot out there. Good for a sunny day, though, and a party. Just be sure to eat. Carbonation means it sneaks up on you. Speaking of.."

Dean looks to the grill. "You want a real burger or - " It actually pains him to say it, "Veggie?

[contrition]

"Let's hope I don't embarrass myself if I get tipsy. Should I be limiting myself to one can?" Yukio asks, staring into his can. It tastes so subtle that he can't really imagine this driving him towards drunkenness like hard liquor might, but he's read plenty of comics that have told him the opposite. There's also a traitorous part of him that wonders if he shouldn't be taking advantage of the venue today, letting himself drink himself into oblivion where it's safe and he won't be overly judged.

Maybe.

Mid-swig, Yukio glances over toward the grill at the patties sizzling away. "I exercise enough that a regular burger won't hurt," he says. He hasn't recovered fully from Fisher's attack yet, and the tips of his ears flush red as he tries to bury the thought before Dean notices, but one burger shouldn't hurt anything. "Does Castiel ever force you to eat... veggie?"

[always_enduphere]

"Force? No," replies Dean, "But when you love someone, you leave yourself open to all kinds of new attacks - stern, disapproving stares, pursed lips, or Castiel's favorite, and arguably his most effective..."

He glances over at Cas, who, likely for the beer Dean's just given Yukio, is demonstrating the look right now. "Precious Moment's Face. See how he looks like I just drowned every puppy that's ever existed? It's surprisingly hard to combat."

Dean sighs, but doesn't manage to look anything but fond as he leans back. "So I've eaten way less red meat than I'd prefer in recent months. Which is why I plan to eat at least three burgers."

[contrition]

Yukio follows Dean's gaze, taking another swallow of his beer in spite of the look on Castiel's face. The closest comparison he has is perhaps the look that Rin gets on his face whenever he's feeling especially disappointed, often wide-eyed and pleading. But Yukio's had sixteen years to learn how to combat such a look.

"What's the term for that in English? Whipped?" Yukio remarks, letting the cool surface of the can rest gently between his fingers. It's strange, the roguish feeling all of this gives him. Not at all like the stern, rigid treatment he received with Fujimoto.

"But I guess having an angel give you a cheat day is also its own display of love," he says, tilting his head. "Have any plans for a honeymoon?"

[always_enduphere]

He gets a rumpling of his hair for that whipped comment, though Dean doesn't bother arguing it. It's pretty plainly true, but what's nice is that it seems to go both ways.

"Eh," he says, letting his hand fall, "Where would we go? We've already got a nice place out in the country, and I don't much feel like journeying back into town. We'll probably just hole up here for a week or so."

To do things he's definitely not going to bring up to Yukio. "Hardly the worst honeymoon."

[contrition]

The implication, however softly made, is clear enough to Yukio, who clears his throat and raises a hand to push up the bridge of his glasses. His cheeks color faintly. Working around people like Shura, Yukio's no stranger to the talk of physical intimacy, but it's still not something he's entirely comfortable with. It's easier kept at a distance, or thought of in the abstract.

"I suppose not. I admit, I prefer the feel of the countryside to the city as well. The city has a decent number of resources, but it's crowded..." Yukio's voice trails off briefly at the thought, before he shakes his head and smiles. "Anyway, while Rin and myself are in school, it's the better place to be. But does this mean that you won't be coming into Darrow very frequently, now that you have a house out here?"

[always_enduphere]

"I still have my job at Semele's," says Dean, "And there's more to hunt in town. Cas still teaches at the University, so we'll be around plenty. We just get to sleep somewhere quiet from now on, that's all."

He drinks his beer. "School going okay for you two? You getting any studying down around keeping an eye on your brother?"

[contrition]

"I haven't been to Semele's in a while," Yukio admits with a frown. In fact, it's been so long since he last visited that he wasn't even aware of the fact that Dean worked at the restaurant, and Yukio briefly pinches the bridge of his nose, his expression apologetic. "I visited the place quite frequently when I first arrived in Darrow, because I felt that it had a more varied clientele than the other establishments. But after a while, going there felt like it encouraged too many pairs of prying eyes. And I didn't want to risk that with Rin around."

He draws in a small breath. "Studying is going fine. The schools don't rank students individually in the way that they did in Japan, but I know I'm still among the highest performing students in my class." Yukio pauses, giving his beer a second look before taking another swig. Something about discussing school and drinking at the same time feels scandalous. Just risky enough for Yukio to enjoy it. "The more difficult part is keeping track of Rin. I don't think that his girlfriend likes me very much, and Rin tends to stick his nose into everything even without that type of encouragement."