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It was finally time to do this. Dean Winchester an almost married man? It’s crazy to think about. Apart of him didn’t think this moment would happen. But love persevered.
He was adjusting his tie in the mirror because it was choking him… or he was nervous. Definitely nervous.
Most of his groomsmen were in the room behind him talking amongst one another. When the door opened he looked over and saw Benny with a grin on his face.
“What?”
“You’re gonna cri.” Benny sits in the chair beside Dean.
“Cry? For what?” Dean asks, looking at him.
“When ya see her.”
“You saw (Y/N)?”
“Yep.”
“How?” Dean sits, resting his elbows on his knees.
“I poked my head in to speak to the ladies.”
“Was she in her dress?”
“Nope, still in her robe.”
Dean sits back sighing. He wants to see her in the wedding dress so bad but he knows he can’t until the ceremony.
Neither wanted to go with the traditional white, so they picked blue instead. Dean will be sporting a blue tie and the rest of his suit is black and white; other than the blue flower that will be in his blazer pocket.
“You’ll get there, Brotha.”
A little while after, his father and daughter come in.
“Don’t you supposed to be with your mom.”
“Yes, but I wanted to see you. You look good, Dad.”
“Thanks.” Dean chuckles.
“Mom’s really excited. She’s tried to sneak out of the room twice before she got in her dress to come see you. But I told her, I’d come in here and scope things out.” Sydney throws some hair over her shoulder.
“You tell her I feel the same way.”
“Okie dokie.” Swaying hair and blue dress makes their way towards the door.
“Hey?” Dean stops her when the door is open.
“Hm?”
“Will I cry?”
She only smirks and walks fully out.
Syd is actually acting as both the ring bearer and the flower girl. She refused to only have one role in this. They tried to figure out how she was going to carry the pillow and the basket of petals, but she told them she had an idea and they had to wait until the moment came.
Thirty minutes later, it’s time for Dean to get into position.
When he gets settled he clamps his hands together in front of himself, waiting patiently. The rest of the wedding party comes in, standing behind and to the opposite of him.
Sydney comes in and everyone begins to laugh. She’s throwing pedals here and there with a smirk and a quirked brow. On top of her head is the pillow containing the ring. She looks at Dean with a, ‘I told you so’ expression. Sam takes the ring off her head and she goes to sit with her Granny and PawPaw.
The music changes and Dean redirects his attention to the back of the church.
(Y/N) comes into view with her father on her right arm. She’s in a royal blue sleeveless dress that has small circular gems on her torso but they become a cluster around her waist. The gems go only a little further down on the fabric below.
Dean bites the side of his lip smiling. They hold eye contact the whole time, but when she gets halfway to the alter is when he loses it.
Sam clasps him on the shoulder, giving it firm squeeze. He opted for his contacts today, so his glasses wouldn’t be in the way of anything. He’s content with the decision he made as he wipes his cheeks.
Her father releases her and goes to sit by his wife. As she walks up, she immediately reaches for Dean. For a second, Dean closes his eyes when she draws him close. Pulling back, she wipes his face and turns towards the priest.
They hold each other’s hands as tight as they can, both excited for this new chapter in life. Just like everyone else they listen to the priest speak. When the vows are said, they make each other laugh and cry a bit. Exchanging rings, the most anticipated part comes up, the kiss.
Dean flips her veil, bending down to capture her lips.
When they seemed to forget where they were, the priest clears his throat and says, “Save it for the honeymoon”. Dean turns pink at the priest’s tease.
In the open field beside the church they take the pictures of the wedding parties. Dean and (Y/N) wanted to do it before, but both sets of parents basically said, “no”. So once those are done with they head to the reception where the guests are patiently waiting.
Speaking with family and friends when they get there, the newlyweds make their way to the front. They show everyone the proposal video. (Y/N) rests her head on his shoulder, remembering the day.
(A/N: If you have not heard Love by Musiq Soulchild then I highly recommend it. Not only will it make your heart warm, but it’s a damn good song. And it’s also their first dance song.)
After Dinner, Dean takes (Y/N)’s hand for their first dance.
She locks her hands behind his neck and he places his upon her waist. Dean let her pick the song because although he loves classic rock, he didn’t feel like it would fit for this moment. The first time she had him listen to it, he fell in love with it instantly. It summed up every emotion the both of them felt in this relationship and that’s what the first dance song should do.
(Y/N) rests her head against him, closing her eyes. As they sway Dean begins to hum along with the song. He wraps his arms around her, ignoring the flashing lights of the cameras.
While they sway, Dean thinks about the past few months.
He moved in with Syddi and (Y/N) after the proposal. Things got stressful when they started planning for the wedding. Neither knew how much detail they had to pay attention to. There were appointments that had to be made and decisions they had to make. It was all too much for the couple, mainly for Dean because he wanted everything to be perfect to the tee. (Y/N) was telling him about a dress but when she was talking he knew she didn’t care for what she was describing. So, in the end she told him that the dress she wanted was expensive but he just shrugged and told her to get it. He wanted her to be as happy as she could possibly be. He doesn’t know of any groom that was this involved in their planning. So, he took that as a great sign that he was doing something right.
At night, they would always lay in bed tangled in each other, just marveling at the fact that they were about to get married. (Y/N) always fall asleep first, Dean stayed awake a little longer just have his eyes roam over her face.
Things can get taken away from you in the blink of an eye. It’s something he thinks about sometimes that’s why he doesn’t take a second of his life for granted.
When the song is up, everyone cheers for the couple. Dean spots a few ladies dabbing at their cheeks with napkins.
Before (Y/N) throws the bouquet, she’s placed in a chair in the middle of the dance floor.
Dean has taken off his suit jacket and was taking a sip of his beer, when Benny drags him to the middle with her.
“What-“
The question dies on his tongue when he sees (Y/N) beginning to lift the dress until her thigh is exposed. A white garter sits there.
He didn’t know they were doing this. How did he not know?
Benny takes the beer out of his hand and Sam takes his place.
“No hands.” Sam tells his brother covering his eyes with the tie he took off of him.
“How you expect me to get to her?” The newlyweds were a few feet away from one another.
“You figure that out.” Once the tie is tied off Sam waves his hand in front of Dean’s face to make sure he can’t see.
Dean squeezes his eyes shut when he gets spun around. Stopped, he waits a few seconds before starting forward a very slow pace. The people around them laugh, watching his unsure steps. Feeling like he’s not getting anywhere, he goes down on his hands and knees. Only stopping when he feels her hand on his head.
No hands, he reminds himself.
Dean feels her leg with the side of his face and the closer he gets to her thigh, he turns his head to feel with his nose instead. When he lands on the garter, he places a kiss above and below it before gently tugging if down with his tongue and teeth. He doesn’t need to use his tongue but he wants her to have something to think about later.
He hears their family hooting and hollering watching him do this. There may be the feel of lasers on his back.
Finally getting the garter off, he holds it in the air, showing his success. (Y/N) lifts his blindfold, drawing him down for a kiss.
The ladies huddle up to catch the bouquet. After a bit of teasing, (Y/N) chucks it into the group. Dean grimaces at how aggressive they get over a bundle of flowers. Akevah ends up with them.
It’s his turn to give the fellas the garter. He waits for them to bundle up and flings it to them. His cousin, Garth, fumbles with it before looking at the other guys in disbelief. He’s a goofy scrawny guy but he’s one of Dean’s favorites.
Garth sends Akevah a wink and she rolls her eyes so hard, she could probably feel a tear.
While everyone is dancing, Dean gets the chance to dance with his daughter, before he’s roped in to dance with a few older women from both sides of the family.
He’s drunk a few beers, so naturally he has to pee. When he comes out of the bathroom, running his hand through his hair, someone pulls his elbow, throwing him off balance. A door closes and locks. The light is off and Dean is feeling around for a light switch when the light itself turns on.
The first thing to catch his eye is blue. Royal blue, to be exact.
“What are you doin’ in here?”
He asks his wife, watching as she adjusts the bust on her dress.
“I came in for a breather, when I was coming out I saw you and pulled you in.”
“Oh.” Dean leans against the wall, understanding where she’s coming from.
“We’re fucking married.” She whispers, coming closer to him.
“It’s about time. (Y/N) (Y/L/N)-Winchester. Nice ring to it.”
They discussed the last name thing. Dean wasn’t expecting her to make hers hyphenated, he just thought she would keep her name the same. But she told him that she actually wanted to just take his last name, but she felt like Sydney would be left out of the equation.
Her hands land on his chest making a path upwards towards his shoulders.
“You should’ve seen some of the girls faces when you were taking off my grater.”
“I’m gonna take that as a positive thing.” Dean says, hands resting on the bottom part of her dress.
“Let’s just say they remembered real quick whose wedding they were at.”
Dean laughs, bright. A hand clamps over his mouth, bringing his head back down.
“You’re gonna give us away.” She whispers, giggling.
“Turn off the light.” (Y/N) moves over to the chain hanging down and pulls it.
Darkness washes over them.
“Come back.” He reaches forward so she can grab his hands. When she does he pulls her toward him a little to help her journey.
Dean moves a hand to her neck, moving in to place his lips on the opposite side. He hears her sigh, with a hold on his shirt. The thought that there might be makeup on her neck crosses his mind and he pulls back.
“Is your makeup gonna come off?”
“No, it’s not.” She says, chuckling at how random the question was.
“Good.”
Dean captures her lips on a mission. His hands sink low and is met by a bunch of fabric. Damn dress.
“Fuck this dress.” (Y/N) whispers, tugging the zipper down on the side. She steps out of it and moves it to the side.
Dean flips their position holding her leg up by his hip. Grinding against her, he hears her muffled moan. (Y/N) begins to pull out his shirt from the back of his pants, nails lightly scratching. Hiking her up, she wraps her legs around him. (Y/N) squeezes an arm between them to get to his belt buckle. Unlatched, she pops open his pants and pulls down his zipper.
“Mom… Dad…”
“Dean… (Y/N)…”
They pause when they hear Syd and Cas’ calls.
“Uncle Cas, go look in the bathroom and I’ll check in this one.”
“Alright.”
Hearing both bathroom doors open and close, they unfreeze.
“We should probably take that as a sign to get back out there.” (Y/N) says.
The bathroom doors open.
“She wasn’t in there.”
“Dean’s not in the bathroom. They’re probably outside, Syd.”
“Let’s check.” She sighs.
Their footsteps fade away from the door.
Dean sets his wife back onto the floor. He locates the light, when it comes on he almost groans at having stopped. She doesn’t have a bra on.
She knows what he’s thinking as she shimmy’s her dress back on, adjusting her breasts and zips the side.
“We’ll pick up where we left off later.”
(Y/N) slowly tucks Dean’s shirt back in making sure it’s the way she saw it when she dragged him in. Buttoning, zipping, and buckling him up, she gives him one last kiss.
“Your lips are so red.” It’s not from her lipstick because her lipstick is dark and untouched.
“I’ll blame it on the alcohol.”
“Okay, I’m gonna go to the bathroom to fix my hair or something. You go out first.”
One last peck on the lips, Dean opens the door and looks up and down the hallway before coming out of the closet they were in.
If he’s walking with a little extra pep in his step, well he just can’t wait for the grand finale.