fill: Sam/DeanelliemurasakiJune 25 2011, 20:04:07 UTC
Carol and Mark's second attempt at a wedding goes off without a hitch, which Sam knows because he's there; Carol invited him and Dean after they rescued her from a cursed 'something borrowed' necklace. At the reception, Carol corners Sam while Dean's getting a refill on alcohol. "Are you two going to get married?" she asks without preliminaries. "It's been legal here for a while, you know."
"I-hadn't thought about it," Sam says, which is easier than trying to explain.
Now that the thought's in his mind, though, it refuses to let go. Sam's familiar with all the usual wedding fantasies from dreaming of marrying Jess; the garter throw in particular was one he wanted to do.
Nothing of the white wedding suits Dean. Nothing except the alcohol, and speaking of which, Sam goes to rescue the alcohol from Dean.
A week later, they're driving from nowhere in particular to anywhere they haven't been before when Dean speaks up. "We should split up," he says. "He knows we'd never do that, so we're safer if we do."
Neither of them says Castiel's name anymore.
"How about you take that thought, dip it in hydrochloric, and shove it up your ass," Sam says pleasantly. The rest of the words tumble out without prompting. "Don't urge me to leave you or to turn back from you. Where you go, I will go, and where you stay, I will stay-"
"Dude, is that a marriage proposal?" Dean asks, incredulous. Ruth 1:16-17 had featured prominently at Carol and Mark's wedding.
Sam shrugs. "I'm stuck with you, till death do us part," he says. "And after, if we both end up in the same afterlife. I can't think of anything I want more."
Dean swerves onto the shoulder, puts the Impala in park, and stares at Sam. "All your happy memories are of leaving me."
"Game was rigged," Sam says, dismissive, and leans over to cut off whatever objection Dean has next. Speak, cousin, or if you cannot, stop his mouth with a kiss, and let not him speak neither.
When Sam pulls back, Dean is breathless, and Sam's not much better. "I even have a ring," Sam says. "Sort of." He reaches into the back seat for his duffel and digs around in it till he comes up with a particular pair of socks, which he unfolds to reveal Dean's amulet, rescued from the trash forever ago, it seems.
"Nuh-uh," Dean says. "Not that. That was little brother to big brother. We outgrew that."
Sam blinks at Dean.
Dean grins and puts the car in drive. "Come on, Sam. Let's go pick out wedding rings."
Re: fill: Sam/Deanbaterina_1234June 26 2011, 04:32:16 UTC
"Nuh-uh," Dean says. "Not that. That was little brother to big brother. We outgrew that." The fact that you said "Nuh-uh" makes me seriously doubt that, Dean. :D
This was so cute! And it made so much sense! But Cas. :( He would have made a lovely best man. Or something like that.
"I-hadn't thought about it," Sam says, which is easier than trying to explain.
Now that the thought's in his mind, though, it refuses to let go. Sam's familiar with all the usual wedding fantasies from dreaming of marrying Jess; the garter throw in particular was one he wanted to do.
Nothing of the white wedding suits Dean. Nothing except the alcohol, and speaking of which, Sam goes to rescue the alcohol from Dean.
A week later, they're driving from nowhere in particular to anywhere they haven't been before when Dean speaks up. "We should split up," he says. "He knows we'd never do that, so we're safer if we do."
Neither of them says Castiel's name anymore.
"How about you take that thought, dip it in hydrochloric, and shove it up your ass," Sam says pleasantly. The rest of the words tumble out without prompting. "Don't urge me to leave you or to turn back from you. Where you go, I will go, and where you stay, I will stay-"
"Dude, is that a marriage proposal?" Dean asks, incredulous. Ruth 1:16-17 had featured prominently at Carol and Mark's wedding.
Sam shrugs. "I'm stuck with you, till death do us part," he says. "And after, if we both end up in the same afterlife. I can't think of anything I want more."
Dean swerves onto the shoulder, puts the Impala in park, and stares at Sam. "All your happy memories are of leaving me."
"Game was rigged," Sam says, dismissive, and leans over to cut off whatever objection Dean has next. Speak, cousin, or if you cannot, stop his mouth with a kiss, and let not him speak neither.
When Sam pulls back, Dean is breathless, and Sam's not much better. "I even have a ring," Sam says. "Sort of." He reaches into the back seat for his duffel and digs around in it till he comes up with a particular pair of socks, which he unfolds to reveal Dean's amulet, rescued from the trash forever ago, it seems.
"Nuh-uh," Dean says. "Not that. That was little brother to big brother. We outgrew that."
Sam blinks at Dean.
Dean grins and puts the car in drive. "Come on, Sam. Let's go pick out wedding rings."
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But the line about Cas breaks my heart!
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:(
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This was so cute! And it made so much sense! But Cas. :( He would have made a lovely best man. Or something like that.
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Yeah, he would have. If he weren't, you know, batshit.
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