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Stop The Wedding!(Part 1)

Jensen X Reader

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It was a pink and blue slip, made up of lace and hearts. Made to look like something so beautiful and happy. Supposed to give joy to those who got one in their mail or hand given to them. It was a special occasion for people who couldn't wait to see her grow up into a beautiful young woman. And you never realize what it's worth until it's too late to even say a word. To even say the truth, could get stuck in your throat and destroy whatever feeling you ever had. Love was a horrible thing to fall into, to say the least. But Love makes your heart race, and your mind run wild. It's that stupid tingly feeling you can feel flutter about your body. It makes you weak in the knees when your around it. And it gives you those futuristic thoughts, of how you would love to spend your time with it. Nothing is forever though, it can be taken away just as easily as it was given. You wonder though. Wonder why Love is, the way it is. And at some point, I fell for it's tricks. Allowing it to drag my heart around just to leave it in pieces and in puddles of blood on the floor. We all had gotten the invite back to our hometown to the same white chapel we had watched our parents get married in. Everyone was excited, happy to see her with someone she "finally" loved. And everyone was going, not wanting to miss a memory worth remembering. But how could I go? I was in love with the girl of my dreams. But she was getting married to another man. Jared and Misha; Going. Mark and, well, Mark; Going. Ruth and Jim; Going. Richard and Rob; Going. Jeffrey and Gen; Going. Plenty more going, and plenty of us packing. But I sit here thinking of whether it'd be best if I should have come along or not. Even with another man, I love her. And it's hard to say that I don't care that she's getting married to someone other than myself. And I've been told many times I tell myself these lies. Concealed and confined to my own home, I was stuck in a world where I couldn't get out. But I wasn't trying to get out, I wanted to stay and let her go her own way. Everyone on the cast of Supernatural was going, so the air of the next season was postponed. I was told if I were to be going, I'd have to hurry up and hop on the flight back to Texas. But it was a wedding. And my invite was RSVP access. She wanted me to go, to watch her be married. She's told me plenty of times we were so close we could almost be husband and wife. But it always led right back to "Your my best-friend Jensen". It was hard to say I wanted to go, and hard enough to talk to others about her marriage. To afraid that I might break down in front of our friends and her. But I guess people move on right? They just let it be and move on. How can you move on when you love someone so much? And while I sit here thinking of my decision. Knowing if I went, I'd leave even before they started the "I do's". But I could see her now, in a beautiful white dress. Kissing her newly wed husband and I in the back ready to break down. I couldn't be a part of that, that's something that would kill me inside. God, I couldn't imagine the look on her face if I didn't show up. I'd never forgive myself seeing the look on her face when her "best-friend" wasn't there to watch her marriage. But I don't know how much I could take before I would start to tear up..
But the best part about this, was this is what she wanted for herself. I could even remember all the times we had ever snuck out and stayed out watching the sun disappear. And watching the stars appear one by one. I even remember the night I had almost kissed her. I was on my way to the land of opportunity, and as she called it. Hollywood. But our memories are in the past and we can't change the way anything has been set. This trip was special to her, and special to her father. I couldn't even remember the last time I had seen her father. But I guess things make themselves out what they should always be.

In the midst of retelling myself a tragic love story, I was interrupted by the flight attendant. Right, I was on a plane back home. "Do you need anything hun?" She was pretty and mostly trying to show herself off, but I wasn't interested. I had only one girl in particular, but I was too late to get to her. "No, I don't need anything." And all she could do was turn and walk the other way. When I leaned back Jared turned to look at me as I sighed  allowing myself to calm down. "Hey man you alright?" I couldn't even bare to look him in the eyes, I know he would be able to see the pain written everywhere. "Yea, I'm alright." He let it go. Which was surprising, he normally tormented me until I told him. And he never usually lets things like this go to easy.