"Mr. Dean? What are you doing here?"
Jack was standing in the middle of the kitchen, watching Castiel help carry a suitcase into the house, Dean right behind him.
"Hey, buddy!" Dean grinned, looking up at Jack who fiddled with his hands, his backpack straps sliding off his shoulders every few seconds.
Jack gave him a little wave but with a slight frown on his face. "What's happening, Daddy? Do we have to move away again?"
"No, sweetie," Castiel replied, walking over to the shaky child. Jack was referring to when they had to leave their old town when he was two because of Ketch. "Mr. Dean is moving in with us, that's what's happening."
In less than a second, Jack's frown turned into a a huge smile and he ran over to Dean, now being tall enough to get on his toes to hug his waist. "Really Mr. Dean?! You're really going to stay with us?!"
"You betcha, kid," Dean laughed lightly, ruffling his golden hair. "It's because your father is the kindest man on earth—"
"Oh shut up, Winchester," Castiel said playfully, grabbing Jack's lunch for school. He put it in the front pocket of his backpack which was now strapped tightly to his shoulders. He guided the child to the door when the bright yellow bus came rolling around the corner and Dean leaned in to whisper next to Cas.
"You shut up," he whispered with the same playful tone, gaining a laugh from Castiel.
They both waved goodbye to Jack as he stepped on to the bus, sitting next to Garth's kid Gertie. Dean then pulled Castiel into a peck on the lips and then a hug, running his hand through his hair softly.
"Thank you, Cas," he murmered into the blue-eyed man's hair, taking in that same vanilla scent he always adored. "Thank you so, so much."
"No problem, Dean," Castiel replied. "Thank you for showing me what happiness really feels like."
"Hey," Dean began, releasing Castiel and closing the door behind them. "If—If you don't mind me asking, and you can totally not answer my question, but...how did you and Ketch...break up?"
Castiel's eyes widened and he took a deep breath, the memories of that one day flooding back to him.
"Nevermind," Dean said quickly once he noticed Castiel's initial shock. "Forget I ever said anything."
"No, I... I should tell you," Castiel inferred. "After all, you told me how things ended with Lisa."
He gestured to the kitchen table and Dean sat down across from him, listening closely.
"Well," Castiel said, thinking about it for a second. "It all happened when he proposed..."
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Eight years ago...
"Castiel..will you marry me?"
Ketch opened the tiny box in his hands and a small plastic ring sat inside. Castiel didn't know what to say, but so blinded by first love he nodded his head.
"Yes!" He gleamed, holding his hand out. Ketch stood up and fitted the ring to his finger. Castiel leaned up to kiss him, but Ketch turned away.
"Woah, remember what we agreed upon? No kissing in public," Ketch scoffed, pushing Castiel away.
"Yup, sorry," Cas sighed. But his frown turned into a smile when he looked down at the ring on his finger which was already beginning to turn green.
"You like it?" Ketch asked, "the ring?"
"Yes," Castiel lied with a chipper tone.
"Good," Ketch replied. "Cause I got it in the clearance section, best deal ever am I right?!"
"Right..." the blue-eyed man mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest, trying to stay warm.
"Oh, by the way," Ketch began once they had reached the car. "Can you sit in the back? I could hear you're breathing during the ride and it's honestly kind of annoying."
"S-Sure..." Castiel sighed, sitting in the back seat as Ketch drove them back home.
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"Wow," Dean scoffed. "What an asshole, so that's when you broke up with him right?"
Castiel winced and shook his head.
"Here's when I did...it actually happened on...our wedding day..."
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"You look amazing, Cas," Charlie smiled. "But are you sure you want this? I mean... Ketch? Really?"
"He's my first love," Castiel shrugged. "He must be the one."
He brushed off his white suit and fixed up his hair a little bit before walking out to see his father. Chuck stood there with a black suit and a frown on his face.
"You said you liked the gold one, not white," Chuck rumbled, looking Castiel up and down.
"Y-Yeah I know," Castiel replied, "but Ketch didn't, but white still looks good...I guess."
Chuck swore under his breath. "Not if you don't like it. This wedding venue is shit too, I mean, a wreck center, really?
"Cheapest out there, that's what Ketch wanted," Castiel sighed.
Chuck spun around. "Castiel you must not marry this man!" he yelled, "have free will my son! This man is lazy and disrespectful of your desires. Please, do not marry him."
"It's too late now, father," Castiel pushed. "Look, at least I'm getting married, that was your dream right? For all your sons?"
"Not to idiots," Chuck stated with a glare.
Then, they were there. At the end of the isle. Ketch's family and friends filled up most of the seats, Castiel wasn't able to invite everyone he wanted but at least Charlie and Michael were there. He smiled and walked down the isle, searching for Ketch at the front but he wasn't there. He got to the front and Chuck took his seat next to Michael, and they waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Twenty minutes had gone by and Ketch was nowhere to be found. People began to get up and leave, and Castiel was starting to lose hope.
Eventually after at least an hour of no Ketch, Castiel broke down and Charlie stood by his side, helping him relax.
"Call me when you marry a real man." Chuck growled, leaving the venue with a stomp.
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"Wow," Dean said once more. "I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch."
"Please, go ahead," Castiel replied. "After that, I went back home and he was sitting there in the living room watching TV and I asked him what he was doing here. He asked why I was all dressed up and I told him that it was our wedding that day and all he said was 'oh, well sorry baby. How about you grab us a few drinks and we can make it up in the bedroom later tonight. Right now I'm watching the game.' So I slapped him across the face and stormed out yelling 'we're done, don't ever come near me or Jack again!' I did have full custody because he never showed up to prove himself as a father. Used the money sent for Jack for alcohol."
Dean stood up and walked around the table to Castiel, pulling him out of his chair and kissing him softly. Tears ran down Castiel's cheeks as he remembered that day when Ketch stood him up, how angry his father had been. Dean hugged him and stared intensly into his eyes.
"I will never do that, you hear me? We are going to have much better lives together, with Jack, okay?"
Castiel nodded, unable to talk because of how painful his tears felt as they burned in his throat. "Thank you, Dean."