Dean Winchester Imagines

Imagine... Getting married to Dean

"Oh god Sammy, what if I mess up or something?" Dean said pacing back and forth, "I could mess up saying my vows or I could-"
Sam cut him off, "Dean, you'll do fine. You just have to stay calm."
"I know, I know. Okay, how do I look?" Dean said fixing his tie.
"You look like a dog with a suit on," Sam joked.
"Ha ha," Dean hit the back of Sam's head.
"Ow," Sam rubbed his head, "Good luck, Jerk."
"Bitch," Dean said as he walked out the door.

You looked down at your white dress and put on your veil as you took a deep breath, "This is as good as it's gonna get," It was your turn to walk down the aisle. The doors open and you walked looking around. You saw the priest and Sam dressed up in his tux, he was Dean's best man of course. That was it, it was probably the smallest wedding in human history, but it was just what you and Dean wanted. You continued walking up to where Dean was. Dean lifted your veil to reveal your face.
"Wow, you look beautiful," Dean sighed.
"Thank you," you began to blush. You both exchanged vows (neither of you messed up).
"Dean, do you take Y/N to be your wife?" The priest said.
"I do," Dean replied.
"And Y/N do you take Dean to be your husband?" The priest said.
"I do," you sighed. The priest had finished and said, "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." Dean winked and pulled you in for a passionate kiss. Dean picked you up bridal style and took you to the Impala.

Dean couldn't stop smiling the whole car ride, "So how does it feel to be Mrs. Winchester?" Dean spoke as he parked the car.
"Amazing," you paused and stared into his beautiful green eyes, "I love you."
"I love you too," he said and kissed you once more.
"Y/N Winchester, I like the sound of that," you sighed.
"Me too," he said and you both ran into the motel, off to make your wedding night even better.