#crowleythecat

“If that’s okay.” Cas whispered uncomfortably. Dean feltguilty then. He’d upset Cas, made him think it was a crazy idea.

“Of course. Let me find somewhere to park,” Dean told him,trying to sound more understanding. It seemed to have worked because the smilewas back on Cas’ face.

Dean found a layby half a mile down the road and had barelystopped before Cas was out the door.

He watched Cas from the driver’s seat. Arm outstretched,face to the sky. The Impala’s headlights illuminating him and he could see therain soaking into his trenchcoat already.

“Dean, come on! It’s amazing.” Cas shouted.

Before Dean’s brain caught up with his actions, he was outthe door, leaving the car running and mimicking Cas’ actions.

“It’s just so pure, Dean.” Cas commented. Rain dripped fromhis hair, landed on his shoulders and soaked through his clothing.

Dean wrapped his arms around him. “I love you, so goddamn much,you know.” He told him. He could feel the rain seeping through his leatherjacket, but he didn’t care. He had an idea.

“Love you too, Dean.”

“Uh, Cas…” Dean began. He stood close to Cas so that hecould be heard against the pouring rain and the crashing thunder. “I was goingto wait until we got to your parents’ house. I’d booked a nice restaurant down thestreet and everything… but… but I think here is better.”

“Dean?”

“You’ve been the light of my life for the past six years,Castiel. We’ve gone through thick and thin but I still love you as much as theday I met you. I love your quirkiness and everything that you do.” Dean hadrehearsed the lines the previous night. They’d changed a little but he got theright message across.

Dean got down onto one knee, kneeling right into a muddypuddle. “Castiel Novak,” He breathed. “Will you marry me?”

Cas stared, open mouthed and dumbfounded. Dean Winchesterjust asked to marry him. Cas launched himself at Dean. Grabbing him tight andtelling him yes over and over andover again into his ear.

“Yes, so much. Of course I’ll marry you!” He cried, tearsthankfully hidden by the rain. “I love you, Dean.”

“Love you too, Cas.” They embraced in the rain for severalminutes, both of them forgetting just how wet it was until a particularly loudcrash of thunder sounded.

“We’re getting a bit wet,” Cas observed.

“We are.” Dean replied simply.

“To my parents’ house? I’m sure they’d like to hear the goodnews.” Castiel chuckled. Dean nodded before reluctantly pulling away from Casto go back to the driver’s seat.