Castiel's Point Of View:

I entered the wake room, and walked around the chairs with a couple dozen people scattered around them. I noticed a dark oak casket in the front of the room with bunches of flowers surrounding it. I took a deep breath, silently walking over to look at Dean one last time.
He looked calm, as if he were in a very deep sleep. Which I guess technically, he was. I was surprised on how well they made him look like new again, considering the severity of the accident. I wanted to lean in and give him one last kiss, promising to see him soon. But it might be strange if someone saw me kissing a dead body, so I decided against it.
Suddenly, a hand gently rested on my shoulder, causing me to jump.
"Did you read the letter yet?" Sam asked quietly, giving my shoulder a squeeze.
"No, I'm going to wait until I get home," I responded, my voice quiet.
He nodded, removing his hand from my shoulder. "I understand."
I was actually itching to rip open the envelop and read what Dean had written, but I was afraid I would cry again. And I had a speech to give soon, so I didn't think it was a smart idea.
"Welcome, everyone." A voice sounded over a microphone. I looked up, noticing a priest holding a microphone as he stood in front of a podium.
"Time to sit down," Sam whispered. I followed him to the first room of chairs in the room, sitting by his side.
"We gathered today to mourn the death of a beloved friend, brother, son, and boyfriend," the priest began and that's when I tuned him out. I didn't mean it in a disrespectful way, but I just couldn't listen to him talk about how much Dean meant to people. Because things like that aren't suppose to be said, they are suppose to be felt.
After about, who knows how long, of tuning the priest out, Sam stood up from his chair.
I snapped out of my daze and watched him swiftly walk up the the podium, nodding to the priest before clearing his throat. He seemed surprisingly calm about the whole thing. I wish I had his confidence.
"Hello. My name is Sam Winchester, and Dean was my brother." He began, his voice shaking slightly. I felt incredibly sorry for him then, even more than I had before.
"Dean wasn't just an older brother, he was my best friend too. And in some cases, like another father," he continued. I heard a person shift loudly in their seat behind me, but I paid no attention to who it was.
"He would cook me supper, give me advice for my first day of school, and sometimes help me with homework- when I wasn't helping him, that is." The audience laughed quietly, and I found myself smiling.
"And even though he helped me through the thick and thin, the thing I will miss most would be his smile."
I swallowed, a flash of Dean's beautiful smile and vibrant green eyes appeared in my mind. I miss it too, Sam.
"Even though he didn't do it often, I always knew how to make him smile, and I'm sure some of you did too. Sometimes I feel that's all Dean ever needed, was a good laugh every now and again. And I know many people can agree when I say that Dean had a one of a kind personality. And I'm sure he's probably laughing at me up in heaven for saying all these nice things about him, but they're true. And I'll sure miss him, but I'll always remember him." Sam paused at the end, before he nodded to the priest, signaling that he was done. I gave Sam a small smile when he sat down. He returned the smile with a sad nod.
Even though it was short and sweet, I know he put a lot of heart into it.
"Thank you very much, Sam. Now, Castiel Novak had some words to say about Dean Winchester," the priest added, smiling at me as I stood up.
I bit my lip, slowly walking to the podium.
Here it goes...
"Um, hi. I'm Castiel, Dean's... boyfriend," I hesitated at the last part, hoping people wouldn't send me disgusted glares. No one did.
"I remember the day the Winchester's moved into our neighborhood. That afternoon I had walked over to their house and invited them to our fall Barbecue party. And that's when I met that one of a kind blue eyed boy: Dean." I cleared my throat, feeling my eyes starting to water.
"I don't think I expected to become such great friends with him, let alone become his boyfriend, but I'm glad I had. He was a joy to be around, and he always knew how to make me smile. If that doesn't mean something, then I'm not sure what does.
"I know he wouldn't want me to stand up here and ramble on about how wonderful he was, and I'm not sure if I could even find the words to ramble on about. Because Dean Winchester was more than just a couple adjectives on a page to describe how great he was. He was a person that made you feel all those adjectives. And I think that is what made him, him. And I'll always love him for it."
My voice cracked on the last sentence, but I prayed that it wasn't too noticeable as I stepped down from the podium, and walked to my seat.
I'm not sure how I managed to say that short speech without causing a river to flow from my eyes, but I did.
And I hope Dean would have been proud of me for that.