Mr. & Mrs. Winchester (DeanXReader)(A/U)

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September 4, 2010

Falling in love with Dean Winchester was easy. It was his mannerisms, his crude jokes, his smile, his protectiveness, his ability to love so much. It was the hard exterior that went away as soon as the door closed, and the way he was still so caring for you even when all the boys were looking. It was Dean. It was easy.

September 4, 2010– your whole family was gathered in a large wedding venue. There was an outdoor aisle, one that could quickly be moved to the inside awning in case the weather was not good. You're stomach swam. All of your bridesmaids were standing in the dressing room. You stared at yourself in the mirror, watching yourself. Your hair was down, small curls framing your face. You looked stunning. You only hoped it would be enough. You had never been very anxious about Dean not loving you until today. You worried that he hadn't shown up yet, or that he forgot his belt, or his boutonniere. You worried that maybe he was having second thoughts, and that could paralyze you.

"Hello Beautiful, Bride," your best friend said, hanging her arms around you. You felt your shoulders ease and a small smile formed on your lips. "Everything is ready. Dean's been walking around and he's asked about you at least 20 times in the past minute," she said, a small chuckle falling from her lips. "Sounds like Dean," you said, the smile growing wider. "10 more minutes 'til showtime," she spoke, with an excited squeal.

Those 10 minutes flew by faster than you expected. Dean was lined up at the end of the aisle, you were standing at a corner. You craned your neck to watch the last bridesmaid and the last groomsmen walk. Then everyone turned to the opening and soft music played from the piano. Your mother held your hand. "Let's go get married, shall we?" She said softly. You gave her hand a soft squeeze. "We shall."

You took a deep breath, taking a step into the clearing. You're eyes immediately landed on Dean. His hair was combed back, his suit was grabbing his body in all the right places. You watched his hand fall over his mouth and his eyes light up. You smiled back at him, tears welling to your eyes. You could tell that Dean was trying his best not to cry or make an awkward squawking noise. When you finally reached the end, the voice spoke.

"Do you, yourmothersfullname, give up Y/F/N Y/L/N to Dean Winchester?"

"I do"

With that, Dean took your hand, and you were standing at the altar with him. Your eyes met his, you could see the crinkles around his eyes. "You look beautiful," Dean whispered quietly and ran his thumb over your hand. "I love you," you whispered back while the minister spoke. "We are gathered here today to celebrate the joining of Dean Winchester and Y/F/N Y/L/N. They will be reading their vows to one other," The minister said to the crowd, and stepped back, letting a nod to Dean.

Dean gave you a smile, his hands parting from yours to reach into his pocket. He pulled out a folded up piece of paper and unfolded it. "Y/N, my whole life I was a bachelor. I never imagined myself marrying someone-- which is something I probably shouldn't stand up here and say. But everything changed when I met you. I remember the day I first laid my eyes on you. I remembered the first time you spoke to me. In that very second, all of my ideas of what my future was going to look like fell apart. I remember our first date, and I remember spinning you in circles in the street outside of the restaurant while we were waiting to get inside. I remember every time you showed up to the shop just to give me a sandwich and talk on our breaks. I remember the second I had fallen in love with you," Dean's breath hitched, and you finally let the tears well up in your eyes.

"I remember you brought the smallest kitten I ever saw in my life into the house. You had tears in your eyes because the Mom got hit by a car. I remember us taking the little fluff ball to a rescue center, then me to a hospital because I'm allergic to them," Dean said, letting out a laugh. You smiled at the memory of Dean with hives on his hands, helping him stick himself with the EpiPen and taking a drive to the hospital to make sure he was fine.

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