Being with Sam for four years wasn't easy. I was suppose to be a one night stand, but after helping them with their demon hunt, and them figuring out I was a hunter, they invited me to join them on their hunting life.
I've been with Sam for four years, and have loved him for almost 2. But I was begining to get worried that this wasn't going anywhere else.
"Hey babe." Sam kissed me as he got back from the store.
I smiled at him. We both sat in the library, doing research. Dean was out at the bar probably.
"Hey, baby?" Sam suddenly spoke.
I hummed in response.
"What do you think about getting married?" He asked casually.
I choked on my coffee. I set the cup down as I coughed. Sam patted my back to help me get it all out.
"What?" I finally asked.
"What do you think about getting married?" He asked again.
"Y-You wanna get married?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
He shrugged. "I mean, we love each other right, why not?" He asked, smiling.
"Why all of a sudden?" I asked.
"I love you. And this is something I've thought about for a while. I want to marry you. Spend the rest of my life with you." He smiled, taking my hand.
"Lets get married." I smiled.
"Okay! Um, I know we can't have a big giant wedding, but I at least want one. You go out and get a dress and I'll get rings!" He beamed, standing.
"I love you." He told me, pulling me close.
"I love you more." I smiled.
"It doesn't have to be a white dress, does it?" I shouted as he walked towards the door.
"No!" He shouted back.
"I'll call Dean and Cas!" I shouted again.
"Love you!" He shouted then the door banged shut.
"Such a dork." I laughed.
I walked towards my room, looking through my closet for something presentable. I finally found a dress with the tag still on it. I quickly dressed.
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I brushed and curled my hair and did my make up. I grabbed my phone and dialed Dean's number.
"Hey Y/N. Whats up?" He spoke.
"You might wanna head home." I told the older Winchester.
"Why? What's wrong?" He asked.
"Me and Sam are getting married." I blurted.
"Haha! Didn't think Sam had the balls to do it! Be home in a few!" He told me then hung up.
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
"Cas? Can you hear me?" I asked outloud.
"You called?" He asked from beside me.
I jumped.
"Um, yeah. Listen, me and Sam are getting married." I told him with a smile.
"Congratulations." He smiled. "But what does this have to do with me?" He tilted his head.
"We want you to be there, Cas." I laughed slightly.
"You do?" He asked.
"Of course we do." I answered.
"I would be honored to attend." He beamed.
"Thanks." I smiled.
The bunker door banged shut. Cas followed me out of my room and towards the front door. Both Sam and Dean walked in.
"You look beautiful." Sam beamed.
"Thank you." I smiled.
"You gonna wear a flannel to our wedding?" I asked, giggling.
He glanced down.
"Right." He nodded and ran off towards his bedroom.
"I'll go change too." Dean smiled and walked off.
Both boys came back, Sam holding a small box. He opened it to reveal gold bands. I smiled.
After we arrived at the wedding hall and Sam got us checked in. I was touching up my make up and hair in the backroom when a lady came to get me. I stood behind the door, white roses in my hands. I was nervous for some reason.
The music began to play and the doors opened. I walked down the isle towards my boyfriend. Dean stood behind Sam as Cas stood off to the right. When I was close enough, Sam took my hand.
I barely paid attention as I stared into the eyes of my best friend and almost husband.
"I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may miss your bride." The priest smiled.
Sam leaned down to kiss me, slowly and sweetly. I giggled as he pulled away with a smile.
Then it was all over, and we were climbing back into the impala.
"Alright, if you think I'm letting my brother get married without a honeymoon, you're stupid. When we get back you both are getting clothes together and going to a hotel I booked." Dean commanded.
"Well than." I giggled.
We pulled up to the bunker and me and Sam did exactly as Dean said. I grabbed clothes and such and left me and Sam's room, Sam following. We climbed into my truck and drove to the hotel that Dean gave us directions to.
"Congratulations." The lady smiled as she gave us our key.
Dean had booked us the honeymoon sweet. We walked up to the room. I shut and locked the door behind us. Sam set our bags on the bed. I slowly unzipped my dress and let it fall down my body. I kicked it away and put my hands on my hips.
"Sammy." I said in a singsong voice.
He turned around to look at me amd his breathing hitched at the sight of my lacey bra and panties.
"You are going to be the death of me." He shook his head.
