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Mom literally had nothing of importance to say. After I had retrieved Dad she just spouted off a few reminders and threatened to haunt me if Sam and I didn't get married. Again. I realized that I was much more like my dad than I thought when we both did the same eye roll and sigh combo at her pettiness.
Hugging her was horrible, she was cold and stone hard but she still felt like mom and I broke down again. When I managed to pull myself together and let go everyone else took a turn, even Dean.
"Allyson, I love you, but really?" Dad asked in exasperation after she had given us instructions on how to water her house plants.
"Gabe don't disrespect me in front of our daughter or she will always remember me as crazy!" She exclaimed punching him in the arm.
"You did that on your own darlin..." Dad mumbled leading her away and up the stairs.
I turned and leaned on Sam's chest hugging his waist, "Can we go home now?" I whimpered.
"Yeah Sunshine, we can go home." He answered kissing the top of my head.
We literally did nothing for a week. When we got back to the bunker we attempted to be normal and do a little research but I fell asleep in Sam's lap on one of the chairs and Dean conked out with his head on the table. Our week was spent sleeping eating and catching up on housework except we half assed the housework and ended up napping on the couch most of the days.
Finally when Jody called us out on a small Vamp case we got our act together and began to properly function again.
The case was quick and her attitude about the 'sherriff's retreat' made most of the trip quite amusing.
When we were on our way home and about three hours out from the bunker at a fast food joint I got a call from Joy, "yeah hon?" I answered.
Dean gave me the eyebrow but I just held up a finger and stared at my fries in concentration,
"So we have a date for the wedding! And a venue! And flowers! And the cake picked out! And it's almost halfway done!" She gushed with a smile audible in her voice.
"That's great Joy! What color theme are you doing? I don't want to show up in bright orange and get looked at funny." I laughed.
The boys gave each other pointed looks of recognition and apprehension.
"That's actually what I'm calling about. I want you to be my maid of honor." She stated as if this weren't a huge fucking deal.
"S-say that again." I stuttered with a deer in the headlights expression.
"You're my maid of honor." Joy giggled.
"I'm your maid of honor?!"
Sam's face changed from slight apprehension to deep distress at my words.
Maid of honor = helping with the wedding. That = me stressing about plans again. One week of this for the funeral was disastrous enough and Sam knew it.
"You don't have to do any planning! I know that really stresses you out and I love it so don't bother just buy my drinks during my bachelorette party!" Joy bubbled over with excitement.
"You just made Sam extremely happy." I sighed in relief, "but I would love you be your maid of honor without the planning!" Both the boys sighed in relief as I said goodbye and hung up.
Six months and a broken arm from a werewolf later we were all in fancy dress and getting ready for the ceremony. Sam and Dean were sitting in the second row behind my step grandparents making goofy faces at me the whole time to try to keep me from crying. I kept it together okay when she walked down the isle but when they said their vows I lost it. The worst part was I couldn't efficiently wipe my tears because of my cast so I had to lean over to Joy's friend Angie to have her clean up my face.
The reception was adorable. Joy had cleaned up the old barn we played in and decorated it with the same colors as the church had been. The tables were littered with tea light candles and paper lanterns hung from the ceiling providing the perfect amount of light without burning the place to the ground. The food was fantastic even though I was kind of embarrassed to have to have Sam help me eat because I couldn't hold a knife in my right hand.
Everyone's toasts were adorable except mine, mostly because I made a fool of myself. I told the edited for the public story of the first time I had met Chris while I was blubbering about nonsensical things and riddled with anxiety (or that's what I told the wedding goers) and he was listening intently and piecing together all the implied parts of my story and he looked completely engrossed in what essentially was his work. Then joy had come in the room and his look of concern and the gears that you could see turning in his head stopped and he, whether willingly or unwillingly, gave her his absolutely undevided attention.
"So I guess what I'm trying to say with my long rambling story making you all uncomfortable with my crying," I had to pause for everyone to laugh a bit, "is that I could see he loved her. He didn't know it but I could tell. Here sat in front of him this psychological puzzle, which I came to find out he took great pleasure in solving, and he completely ignored the puzzle just because Joy walked into the room. I told her later, I said, "joy, if you don't keep that one I will bring the wrath of heaven down upon you!"" The wedding party up front laughed the hardest and longest at my pun because they were the only ones who knew. "Congratulations Baby Sis." I concluded through tears and gave her a hug.
Instead of a father daughter dance we had a sister dance and did the cha cha slide in our dresses and heels. After we were done and the dance floor had been taken over by the guests I flailed my way to the outer edge and practically fell onto Sam's lap.
"Oh hi Sunshine!" He feigned surprise as he caught me and pulled me up close to his chest.
"Oh Samson! I didn't see you there!" I teased back leaning my head on his shoulder.
"I thought you said his name was Sam?" Uncle Leroy questioned from across the table, his eyes looking even bigger than usual behind his glasses.
"No Lee, that's my nickname!" I shouted over the music as I picked up a champagne fluke.
"But you called him that!" He argued with me in confusion.
"Her nickname for me." Sam clarified stealing my drink out of my hand and taking a swig.
As if on cue my cousin Ashley came to take Leroy home leaving Sam and I relatively alone.
Sam waited for me to knock back the rest of my champagne before bringing me closer for a kiss.
"You enjoying a second dose of my relatives?" I asked, completely oblivious to the fact that Dean had walked up right next to us.
Sam planted another kiss on my lips, lasting a little longer than the last one, "watching you dance was worth it..." He murmured smiling into another kiss.
"Ahem! I'm right here!" Dean coughed as he smirked down at us.
"Yes and you have legs that can walk you over to a single bridesmaid. I'm surprised you haven't already!" I sassed re occupying myself with Sam's lips.
"You guys are disgusting..." Dean groaned grabbing my hand as he pulled me off his brother, "I need to talk to you about the thing." He told Sam.
"What thing?" I asked in a bit of a panic, my mind racing through possibilities of what 'it' was.
"I don't know what he's talking about babe, but I'll come find you when I'm done okay?" He asked,
I nodded and wandered my way across the barn.
Are they hunting something at my sisters wedding without me?