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1. A gif of episode 8x07 labeled “Kevin & Linda”. It shows Linda and a bloodied Kevin, with Sam off-screen saying “ I called a friend of ours, Garth. He does what we do. Well... in his own way. He'll keep an eye on you guys.”

2. A gif of episode 6x04 labeled “Bobby”. It shows Bobby on the phone with Garth, looking exasperated and telling him “No, Garth, not me the FBI, the real FBI.”

3. A gif of episode 8x18 labeled “Krissy & friends”. It shows Krissy, with Dean off-screen saying “His name is Garth. He’ll make sure that you’re all right and you got what you need.” Krissy skeptically replies “Garth?”

4. A gif of episode 15x10 labeled “Castiel”. It shows a baby, with Dean off-screen saying “That means this one must be-” and then Garth, smiling proudly, replying “Castiel. Yeah.”

5. A gif of episode 15x18 labeled “Donna”. Donna is telling Sam “I put out some calls to the other hunters. Y’know, Garth. Jody and the girls.”

A loud crack of thunder rattled through the air, and Cas broke the kiss with a gasp. A flash of lightning shot down to meet the ocean, and the rain cascaded down around them. Cas laughed as the rain began to drench them, leaning back on the towel until he was resting in Dean’s arms.

Dean’s breath ghosted along Cas’ ear as he nuzzled the back of Cas’ neck. “Look at the way the rain hits the waves,” Dean murmured.

God, it really was a sight. The way the rain pummeled the water below, and how the waves reached upwards towards the sky as if stretching out to catch the rain before the water reached the lowest point of the trough. It was as if the ocean was calling out to the sky, grasping to bring the water back to where it belonged.

“It looks so different from rain inland,” Cas said, and he felt Dean nod; soft hair tickling along the back of his shoulder.

“Water returning to its source,” Dean said gently.

Cas laughed again, happy and free, tipping his head back to rest on Dean’s shoulder until their eyes could meet. “I was just thinking the same thing.”

Dean beamed, tilting his head until he could press a kiss to Cas’ forehead. “No wonder I married you.”

It was such a simple statement, but Cas felt the breath stutter to a standstill in his lungs. They really were married. Dean chose him. Dean wanted him; not just today but forever.

“You know, they say rain on a wedding day is good luck,” Dean said, fingers sliding underneath Cas’ chin to tilt his head up. The rain was still falling around them, slowed down to a soft drizzle on the shore as the heavy clouds hung over the ocean.

“Our wedding was three days ago,” Cas pointed out, feeling his chest constrict as Dean leaned into his space until their lips were hovering just a breath apart. Every point of contact between their bodies was making Cas’ head spin; Dean’s bare chest pressed against his back, arms wrapped around Cas’ waist and legs tangled together on the towel they’d laid out in the sand.

It was too much and not enough and Cas wanted more, more, more.

“Mmm. That might be true. But they also say rainbows on a honeymoon are a sign that you’ve married the one,” Dean said, ghosting the words against Cas’ lips in the chastest of touches.

“You just made that up,” Cas mumbled, his lips catching against the corner of Dean’s mouth as Dean tilted away slightly.

“Did I?” Dean asked. Fingers were back on Cas’ jaw again, but instead of being tugged into a kiss, Dean nudged Cas’ head until he was looking back out at the ocean instead of counting the freckles across Dean’s cheek.

Spanning across the horizon and glinting a reflection in the dark blue water was a huge rainbow. The colors were even more vivid than any rainbow Cas had seen before on land, as if the waves were feeding all the color from the depths of the ocean and blasting them up into the sky in a perfect arc of light.

“It’s beautiful,” Cas murmured, eyes trailing over each individual arch of color: red, orange, yellow…. green. Turning back to face his husband, the green of Dean’s eyes was even more beautiful than the rainbow in the sky. “So beautiful,” he repeated, this time even softer as he rubbed a soothing circle over Dean’s cheek with his thumb.

“It’s good luck to kiss your husband under a rainbow on your honeymoon,” Dean said, smiling so tenderly Cas absolutely ached with it.

“What are you waiting for then? Kiss me, Dean.”

When Dean finally locked their lips together, Cas absolutely melted into the kiss. Soft brushes of rain-covered lips, the smell of saltwater and rain merging and mingling in the air, and the taste of Dean’s tropical drink lingering in Cas’ mouth as they traded kisses. No other kiss had ever felt like this before; like love and marriage and complete and utter bliss.

“My husband,” Dean murmured into the kiss, and Cas felt like his heart was bursting open with adoration.

“Uh, yeah I’m… I’m fine,” Sam manages to stammer out, and physically speaking, he’s not lying. But internally, he’s caught somewhere between being ecstatic and mortified. Because even though he’s thrilled that his apparent 12-year stretch of walking on eggshells around the two clueless idiots in love is finally over, he’s not exactly mentally prepared to talk through the intimate details of his brother and best friend’s relationship.

But now Cas is just sort of staring at him, looking a little lost and confused, and Sam is not quite sure what else to do but forge ahead.

Sam clears his throat and tries to compose himself.

“So uh, you, um, you fell asleep during…” he trails off, looking to Cas for clarification, hoping on some level he’s misreading this entire situation.

Cas nods. Sam briefly wishes he was back in the Pit.

“Um, okay. What were you, uh… Why did you, uh…” Sam winces, not really wanting to press any further. 

He takes a deep breath and attempts a slight redirect.

“Why would he be mad at you for that?”

“I don’t know.” Cas is back to poking at his cereal. “I assume it’s because he wanted me to enjoy it as much as he does.”

And yeah, Sam is definitely not ready to have this conversation. But apparently the floodgates have opened, and Cas is careening full speed ahead.

“I mean, we’ve been talking about it for quite some time. Dean has more or less been telling me for years how much he wants me to see it. But you know how it’s been, Sam. With everything that happened with Jack and then Mary, Chuck coming back and my deal with the Empty. We just never could get the timing right.

“And I think Dean built this whole moment up in his head of what it would be like. He’s a planner, as you’re well aware. And I suppose he was under the assumption that I was excited about it as well, and I didn’t want to shatter the illusion for him, but when we finally got started… I don’t know… it was just… Sam, it was so boring. It was impossible to follow along. It was the same thing over and over again and I just… I fell asleep. And yes, eventually I woke up, and I told Dean that I was sorry and that we could start over, but at that point he had already finished, and he told me to just forget about it.

“So, all that’s to say, I’m pretty sure he’s mad at me,” Cas concludes, and it takes Sam a whole two minutes to lift his jaw up off the floor.

“Okay. Um… That was… a lot,” Sam finally manages, getting his bearings back, but not exactly sure where he wants to go from here.

“I’m sorry to burden you with all this,” Cas says into his bowl, and Sam feels a swell of empathy.  

“Hey, listen,” Sam nudges Cas’s arm. “This is all going to blow over. You two have had fights way bigger than this, right?”

Cas snorts. That goes without saying.

“Dean really cares about you” Sam continues. “He’ll get over it. You two just need to kiss and make up.”

Cas looks up then and gives Sam a slightly bewildered look. Sam gives him a small smile before pushing himself up from the table.

“Trust me,” Sam gives Cas a quick wink. “It’s all going to work out.”

---

A couple hours later, Sam is alone in his room when there’s a weak knock at the door.

“Yeah?” He glances over and Dean’s standing in the doorway, swaying gently, white as a ghost.

“Whoa, hey,” Sam crosses the room and steadies Dean, guiding him down into the empty chair by the door. 

“Jeez, man, you okay?”

“So, uh… Cas kissed me.” Dean is staring blankly ahead, as if not quite believing the words coming out of his mouth.

And that’s what sets Sam into a full-body eye roll.

“Is this how it’s going to be now?” Sam groans and flops down on the edge of the bed. “You go twelve years completely denying any feelings you have for each other, and now you two are, what? Making up for lost time by telling me every time you get a little handsy? Listen, Dean. I’m happy for you guys. I really am. But I don’t really want to hear about it.”

Dean’s head suddenly snaps up to look at Sam. And that’s not quite the look Sam was expecting from him.

“Uh, Sammy?”

“Yeah?”

“What the hell are you talking about, man?”

“Listen, I’m not going to repeat it to anyone so don’t worry. So Cas fell asleep during sex, big deal. Worse things have happened to people. Just forgive him.”

Dean is now up and pacing the room.

“And who exactly was Cas having this sex with?” 

“Uh, with you?” Sam is now fully peeved. He could understand Dean being in denial before, but now? That ship has definitely sailed. 

“And Cas told you that?” 

“Yes, he told me you were mad at him for falling asleep.” Sam pauses. “What, is that not what happened?”

Dean crosses his arms and looks at Sam, a bemused look on his face.

“Oh, he fell asleep all right... Watching Lord of the Rings.”

Sam freezes.

“Wait… What?”

“Yeah, asshole fell asleep on me before they even made it to Rivendell.”

“Wait, but he said—” And suddenly, Sam’s earlier conversation comes rushing back to him in high definition.

“Oh. My. God?”

“Wait,” Dean is now grinning from ear to ear. “Did you think that we were…?”

“Um.” Sam feels his face turn 5 different shades of red. “Are you not?”

“Uh, no,” Dean snorts. “Well, not yet anyway. I mean, he did just kiss me so now who the hell knows.

“Wait, he kissed you?”

“Yeah, man. I just said that. He came into my room and said, ‘I think we need to kiss and make up’ and then he just planted one on me and... Sam?”

Sam is now rocking back and forth, face buried in his hands.

“I told him to do that,” Sam mumbles into his hands.

“You what?”

Sam looks up at Dean, absolutely mortified. 

“I told him to do that! I thought you guys were already together and I told him you two should kiss and make up! And then I winked at him! 

“Sam, oh my God!”

“I can’t believe he actually did it.”

“Uh, yeah. It’s Cas. Have you met the guy? He doesn’t exactly get nuance.”

And then, as if things couldn’t get any worse, Cas suddenly appears in the doorway. 

“Are you two okay?” Cas looks around the room, head tilted in confusion. “I heard a lot of yelling.”

“Oh, yeah, Cas. We’re fine,” Dean walks over and slips his hand into Cas’s, pulling him back towards the hall. “But what do you say we give Sam some space and take his advice from earlier, huh?”

Realization dawns on Cas’s face as he allows himself to be dragged out by Dean. 

“Oh. Yes. Thank you, Sam,” Cas calls over his shoulder. “That was very good advice, you know.