On the wings of an angel

“Damn it, Sam. I look ridiculous.” Dean said irritably as he tried to fix his tie.
“Dean, would you just relax? This isn’t even your wedding. Why are you freaking out?” Sam muttered from the bathroom.
Dean glared at the bathroom door and hoped Sam could see the daggers that he was shooting at him.
“I am not freaking out. I just hate wearing these stupid monkey suits. Why couldn’t I keep my leather jacket on?” He frowned when he looked down at what was supposed to be a nice, straight tie, but had somehow turned into a giant knot that was close to choking him.
“Dean, let me see it.”
Dean turned around and muttered a string of sentences that sounded like “...dunno why I even have to wear a tie … stupid wedding … should be working on the Impala today.”
Sam did his world-famous bitch face before undoing the knot on his silk red tie and tying it the proper way, tightening it maybe a little more than necessary just to watch Dean glare at him when he could hardly breathe.
“Are you ready now? The wedding starts in 15 minutes, and then the reception is right after. Have you even thought of what you’re going to say in your speech?”
Dean had completely forgotten about the stupid speech that Sammy had asked him to make at the reception. He was happy for Sam and Jess getting married and all, but damn it, he did not want to give a speech about how happy he was for them. Especially since Dean wasn’t exactly on par with his feelings. He was not sentimental, and he did not do chick-flick moments, and this speech was guaranteed to be a chick-flick moment.
“I’ll have it, don’t worry Sammy.” Dean said as he ruffled his brother’s hair.
Sam glared at him and headed back to the bathroom and Dean grinned at him.

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“Oh, that must be the photographer!” Jess said excitedly and got up to meet him.
When the guy reached Sam and Dean, Jess was already talking excitedly about how she wanted everyone placed and the lighting and everything. Sam looked lovingly at her and left her to it while he talked to Ellen about coming over for dinner sometime. Dean looked at the photographer and immediately knew two things. One, he was the most attractive guy he’d ever seen in his entire life and two, he was kind of weird. He stood straight and tall, and wore a weird trenchcoat over the business suit that clung to him nicely. Dean felt his face turn red and tried to look away, but he was drawn to those blue eyes that felt like they could see straight into his messed up soul.
When Jess walked off to arrange the lighting, the man introduced himself to Dean and Sam.
“Hello, I’m Castiel. I’m th