Shattered: The Sequel to Mirrors

The Real, Actual Epilogue

Sam stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie. He wrikled his nose and ran his hands through his long hair until it looked perfect. 

"You look fine, Sam. Stop being weird," Dean huffed. "Get over here and help me." Dean knocked on the door to the bathroom again. Sam stepped up behind him and called through the door. 

"Michael, you can't lock yourself in the bathroom. You have to get out here," Sam called through the door. 

"But I'm scared," Michael said in a quiet voice from the other side of the room. 

"If you were scared, then I have to tell you that you made the wrong decision," Dean said. "You're the one who's dating Satan." 

"Marrying," Sam corrected. Michael whimpered on the other side of the door. 

"Look, it's completely normal to get cold feet on your wedding day," Dean said softly. Michael was silent. "But you've been wanting to marry him since he first came back to life a year ago, Michael." 

"What's freaking you out so much anyway?" Sam asked. Michael was quiet. 

"What if I'm not a good husband?" Michael asked. Dean rolled his eyes, but Sam hit him in the chest. 

"Of course you're going to be a good husband. You were a great fiancé, being a husband can't be that different. Plus, you're marrying the actual devil. It's not like you're going to be any worse than he is," Sam said. This must have been convincing enough because Michael opened the door. 

"You sure?" Michael asked. 

"Yeah, positive," Sam said. Dean pulled Michael into the closet to get changed at the same time as the door to the room opened and Gabriel walked in. 

"Who's the sexy moose in a suit?" Gabriel said. Sam rolled his eyes but pulled Gabriel into a passionate kiss. "Someone's feeling frisky today." 

"It's the wedding, these things always make me extra romantic," Sam said. 

"Is that you're way of saying you can't wait to marry me?" Gabriel asked. 

"Not by a long shot," Sam said, turning to the closet. Gabriel jumped onto his back. "You're too fat to do this." 

"Shut up, Sammy. I'll get off your back if you admit you want to marry me," Gabriel said. 

"Are you threatening me into proposing right now?" Sam asked. 

"That wasn't my intention, but yes. Yes that's what I'm doing right now," Gabriel said. 

"Fine, I want to marry you, is that good enough?" Sam sassed. Gabriel grinned and kissed his cheek. 

"Yes, that is. And of course, I would love to marry you too," Gabriel said. 

"Why are you two like this?" Dean asked as he walked out of the closet. 

"Look, he has finally left the closet. It's a miracle," Gabriel said, falling off of Sam's back and pretending to faint. 

"Dude. I've been engaged to your brother for a year," Dean said, rolling his eyes. 

"Gabriel you're supposed to be helping Samandriel with the guests," Castiel said as he entered the room. He had been decided to be the official wedding planner, and he took his role very seriously. And was obviously very irritated by Gabriel's insubordinate behavior. 

"Oh my dad, Castiel, Alfie's got this under control," Gabriel said. Castiel glared at Gabriel. 

"Gabriel," Castiel made a point of using his full name. "Do you actually believe Samandriel has it under control?" Gabriel sat up from the floor and looked at Castiel.