[ It's an intimate moment Castiel enjoys as he and Dean sit on their shared bed together with hands twined, a gold ring on Dean's finger, and bracelets warmed by their wrists that are made of beads that mirror the blood in their veins. Dean is radiant. Honest appreciation and love beams from his soul, and Castiel feels filled with Dean's warmth.

And then he goes and says something completely ridiculous, and Castiel feels instead an uncomfortable flush of cold. He stammers. ]

I'm‐ I'm not aware of the differences between being married and being "gay married."

[ Why are you like this, Dean. But really, Castiel can only blame himself. He gave Dean a ring of all jewelry pieces, after all, fully aware of possible implication. And even despite (or because of) Dean's teasing, Cas still loves him wholly. He raises his chin, proud, defiant, and quietly terrified as he answers. ]

If anything, we should be "gay engaged."