SUPERNATURAL IMAGINES

↬ Family

YOUR WIDE EYES caught a glimpse of a beaming Mary Winchester, in the long mirror where you were stood on shaky legs, eyeing your hair and makeup one last time before you gave her a giddy smile.

"I'm so nervous," You admitted, pivoting carefully in your heels to face her and capturing your plump bottom lip in between your teeth in an attempt to feel less jittery.

It was your big day, and you had woken up bright and early that morning with the sun's appeasing rays casting warmth across your smooth skin through the window of yours and Sam's bedroom. You had been alone, the two of you keen to at least try and be traditional despite the lives you had led before; the only thing that accompanied your lonesome was the incessant butterflies fluttering in the pit of your stomach.

Your soon-to-be mother-in-law had knocked on your door only ten minutes after you had awoken with a bright smile painted on her features, a bag assumingly full of supplies and beauty products hanging from her shoulder, and your four-year-old daughter sat firmly on her right hip.

"Mummy!" She had squealed in excitement, an ecstatic beam written on her lips as her arms shot out towards you. A glowing grin settled on your delicate features as you carefully took her out of Mary's safe hold, your daughter's little arms wrapping around your neck and squeezing you lightly.

"Hey, baby. Were you good for Nana last night?" Charlie nodded her head, expeditious, but your vibrant and joyous eyes travelled toward Mary to get confirmation instead.

"She was a little angel. As always," Mary gleamed.

"Thank you so much for having her. You're a lifesaver," A chuckle adequate of relief escaped past your lips as you brought her in for a swift side hug with your free arm, before beckoning her to come on in with her utensils and essentials for helping you get ready and achieve bride standard.

Now here she was, admiring her work from earlier on in the morning. Mary shot you a warm smile, her hand coming up to gently tuck a strand of your loosely wavy hair behind your ear and fixing your veil slightly. "I was nervous becoming a Winchester too. Don't worry, the legacy and reputation that the name brings might not be ideal, you knew that already, but Sam loves you with all his heart." She spoke softly, her voice calming like the sound of gentle waves bumping into the rocks on a summer's day. "Besides, even though you look breathtakingly beautiful, you could walk down that isle in sweatpants and Sam would still think you're the most gorgeous woman out there. He adores you, (Y/N). You and little Charlie."

A slight hue of pink tainted your cheeks at her kind words and a soft, gracious smile tugged at your lips and you clasped her hands in yours lightly, "Thank you, Mary, really. For everything."

A gentle rap of knuckles at the polished, white door interrupted the soft chatter and you glanced over your shoulder at the entrance, letting out a polite, "Come in!"

The door open slowly and a pair of forest green eyes captured your gaze as Dean popped his head around the wood, a bright smile adorning his features when he caught sight of you for the first time that day. "Hey! You look amazing, (Y/N/N)." He called cheerfully, letting his feet carry him towards where you and his mum stood and briefly pulling you into his brotherly arms and then his mother before continuing, "It's almost time. You ready?"

Mary squeezed your hand lightly, letting you know that she was going to leave you and Dean to go and find her seat in the ceremonial hall along with the other guests. Not that there were many guests; you and Sam had both happily agreed on a traditional, but small in numbers, kind of wedding. You mouthed another 'thank you' to her, shooting her another appreciative smile just after as she made her exit.

Turning to the side, you cast one last look at yourself in the reflective surface of the mirror, a shaky breath escaping your lungs as you delicately ran your fingertips over the intricate details of lace covering the upper half of your dress. The dress itself was beautiful, the long sleeves of lace and the ever so slight poof of the skirt making you feel the prettiest you ever had. You felt like a princess.

Your eyes darted nervously over your appearance: the soft waves in your silky hair, the neutral eye makeup completed with the small, sharp wing of eyeliner, the pale peach of your natural lips covered in a simple gloss, the glittering highlight tainting the tops of your cheekbones which set you aglow, the faint trace of a gleeful smile on your lips. You looked radiant, graceful, elegant. You looked happy.

You lightly clasped your neat bouquet of white, beautiful flowers in your hands, and turned to Dean with a definite nod - the action speaking louder than your shaky words could. "Let's go, m'lady," The older Winchester held his arm, clad in a dark, fitting suit, out toward you with a cheeky grin and you couldn't help but laugh at the over-dramatic gesture - already feeling your nerves slowly dissipating into the light air just by being in the presence of your best friend.

"Why thank you, kind sir," You played along, looping your arm through his with a contented chuckle and then, let him lead you down the hall to where the towering doors stood.

You exhaled another determined breath past your parted lips as you eyed them with glistening, vibrant irises. You could feel Dean's gaze watching you carefully, needing to know when you're good to go so he could give them the quick signal. His eyebrow quirked when you caught your (y/e/c) eyes with his green and shot him a grin, "I'm ready."

Then, the soft mellow music infiltrated your ears, and the doors opened.

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It seemed like the service had happened weeks ago, when in reality it had only happened a few hours prior.

The events had been playing in a loop in your head all throughout the warm, summer day. From walking down the aisle with Dean next to you, giving you away with a genuine smile painted on his lips at the thought of his brother and his best friend finally tying the knot.

And your little Charlie, skipping down the aisle in front of you, excitedly throwing the petals that filled her small, white wicker basket into the air and watching them fall and land faintly on the ground with a bright smile painting her delicate, rosy features.

And reaching the end of the aisle to meet your soon-to-be-husband, eyes teary and smiles wider than the two of you both thought you could ever smile. The vows that ensured a couple of heavy tears adequate with happiness to tip over your waterline and tumble down your cheeks; Jody made sure to come up to you afterwards and touch up your makeup for you just before the photos. Even your husband had to sniffle lightly in an attempt to conceal his emotions as he gently pushed the sparkling band of love onto your ring finger and vice versa.

"I love you," Sam had mumbled against your soft lips, and you both couldn't help but smile blissfully into the swift but passionate kiss. Your heart swelled in your chest as the syllables rang in your ears like bells chiming; you repeated the term of endearment with an utterly elated giggle before pulling away gradually and soaking in the people - your friends, your family, the people you loved - clapping and smiling toward you and the youngest Winchester.

Charlie had then ran up on her little legs to the front of the room as everyone began to chat happily among themselves and take photos, "Mummy! Daddy!" Her arms held up and a grin etched to her lips as Sam easily scooped her up into his warm hold - Dean, Cas, Jack and everyone who made your life worth living, looking at the scene with full hearts.

This is your family.