The touch is much appreciated, grounding as it turns out to be. Castiel feels that he can face the rest of the day the moment Sam's larger hand wraps around his. And that, he thinks, is probably a good sign for them.

The wedding is decidedly unspectacular in a way that Castiel likes. It feels intimate. He's used to too large dining rooms, where no two family members sit next to one another, too large entrance halls, where it's impossible to stand close to someone without seeming exceptionally rude. This is... quite lovely, actually. He enjoys nature, and the bees flitting about.

He enjoys Sam's lips, warm and soft against his own. This part, at least, doesn't feel like duty, and when Sam makes to pull away from the kiss, Castiel leans in, pressing their mouths together again much to the crowd's delight. It only lasts a heartbeat or two before Castiel pulls away too, cheeks slightly pink, but it pleased him.

When everyone heads inside, they linger outside a little longer, reluctant to join the crowd and leave this little bubble that belongs to them.

Castiel straightens Sam's tie, smoothes down a stubborn lapel. "It seems we just got married, Sam."