For once, Dean's face is serious as he reads off the cover letter, holding it in one hand, and the large stack of papers forming a contract in the other.
"Dear Mr Winchester. I hereby inform you that your courtship of House Novak's only unmated omega, Castiel James Novak, has been received positively. Attached you find the standard contract required to obtain a mate from our well-bred ranks for you to peruse. I expect it signed and delivered to my desk within 5 business days, otherwise we will have no choice but to consider your interest in a mating to have ceased. Along with the contract, you'll find the legal documents assuring the omega's purity and an unofficial overview of previous medical records, the full version of which you'll receive as per the contract when the marriage is documented on paper and consumed as per the agreements in sections 3 to 12. We will transfer the omega to your possession after receipt of the signed contract. Sincerely, Zachariah A. Novak."
Dean looks up from the paper, just looks into Sam's eyes for a moment, then raises an eyebrow.
"I'm not sure if I'm supposed to hug you and congratulate you for getting hitched, or buying a new car, to be honest. Shit, Sam. He chose you."
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"Dear Mr Winchester. I hereby inform you that your courtship of House Novak's only unmated omega, Castiel James Novak, has been received positively. Attached you find the standard contract required to obtain a mate from our well-bred ranks for you to peruse. I expect it signed and delivered to my desk within 5 business days, otherwise we will have no choice but to consider your interest in a mating to have ceased. Along with the contract, you'll find the legal documents assuring the omega's purity and an unofficial overview of previous medical records, the full version of which you'll receive as per the contract when the marriage is documented on paper and consumed as per the agreements in sections 3 to 12. We will transfer the omega to your possession after receipt of the signed contract. Sincerely, Zachariah A. Novak."
Dean looks up from the paper, just looks into Sam's eyes for a moment, then raises an eyebrow.
"I'm not sure if I'm supposed to hug you and congratulate you for getting hitched, or buying a new car, to be honest. Shit, Sam. He chose you."
And then he beams.
"I KNEW it."