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The doors to the hall were white with big, polished brass handles in the center. Castiel studied them, trying to push all of the screaming thoughts out of his mind.
This was it, he was doing this. There was no turning back now.
One nod to the attendants had them stepping forward to open the doors, revealing the path of the long, red carpet that trailed between the two sides of the hall. The benches were full on both sides, hundreds of people – most of whom were business associates – standing up as Castiel took the first few steps into the room.
Looking before him toward the end of the hall, Castiel saw his twin brother, looking smart in his tuxedo for once, and the tall Sam Winchester, shaggy hair tamed for the event.
Castiel also saw the breathtaking man with a white corsage, his green eyes smiling. Castiel wondered how much of that smile was for show and how much of it was real.
His feet automatically stepped up at the end of the aisle, taking Dean’s offered hand. It was warm to the touch, and Dean didn’t let go once Castiel was standing in place beside him. They faced the priest at an angle, hands locked together between them.
“Dearly beloved,” the priest’s voice started, sounding grand in the large room, “we are gathered here today to honor the union of these two gentlemen.” He motioned toward Dean and Castiel.
“Dean Winchester,” Dean nodded, “and James Novak.”
Castiel’s eyes flitted briefly to his brother before looking back at the priest, nodding just as Dean had done.
There was no going back now.
