Promt fill for the Let's Get Gay Married comment meme. FIC - Wedding Day Surprise
title: Wedding Day Surprise
pairing: Sam/Dean
rating:R
a/n: for write_light, who asked for a story about an unexpected guest at Sam and Dean’s wedding in the “Let’s Get Gay Married” comment fic meme.
After Dean’s knee gave out for the final and irreversible time, they’d ended up settling in Connecticut, a small town where the store clerks greeted them by name, and no one knew they were brothers, just that they were a sweet couple who clearly loved each other very much.
It didn’t take as long as they thought it would to get comfortable, fall into a routine of grocery shopping, home repairs, cooking, waking up together every morning in a place where they (thanks to fake IDs) didn’t have to hide the nature of their relationship. Finally, they could hold hands in a restaurant or steal a kiss in the paint section of Home Depot.
Sam was more than surprised when he came home from his shift at the book store to find Dean in the kitchen, putting together a lasagna and humming along to “One Man Guy”. He never thought he’d see the day when his brother wouldn’t mock his extensive Rufus Wainwright collection, and now he’d put it on the iPod dock and was following the tune.
After dinner, Dean seemed a little off, like he was having trouble following their conversation, and he excused himself from the table to wash dishes, which was even more out of character. Sam wasn’t exactly sure what was going on, but his gut told him there was something brewing. He wasn’t sure if it was something bad or good, though.
That night, as they were getting ready to go to bed, Dean cleared his throat, pulled Sam by the arm until they were sitting face to face on the bed, and he shifted his eyes all over the room as he began to speak.
“Sammy, this life - this new one that we’ve made together - I know it hasn’t been an easy transition but I think we’re both happy. Right? I mean, you’re happy like this, aren’t you?”, he asked?
“Aw, Dean, do you think I’m not happy? Come on, man, you know that I am. Sure it’s different, but I’m with you, and we don’t have to hide things anymore. I couldn’t be happier. What’s going on in here?”, Sam replied, putting his fingers against Dean’s forehead.
“Well, I just was thinking, you know, since we’ve got our new last names, and here we are in one of the few places that allows it, maybe we could…uh…you know, we might be able to make it, make us, um…official?”
It didn’t happen often that Sam was stunned into speechlessness, but right now that was exactly how he felt. He sat there holding Dean’s’ hand on the bed and he just stared, not sure exactly how to process what his brother had just said.
After a minute, Dean started to look worried. “I’m sorry, Sam, look, it was just an idea. I was thinking out loud. You can forget about it if you want”, he said, eyes now pointed down at the floor.
Hearing the doubt and dejection in Dean’s voice, Sam found his own voice again, and was finally able to respond. “Dean”, he said with a grin so wide that his dimples showed and the flash of white teeth couldn’t help from showing through, “are you asking me to marry you?”
Dean managed to pull his gaze up to meet Sam’s, and seeing the big smile there gave him some renewed courage. “Yeah, I guess, I mean, I…Jesus, I don’t know what I’m supposed to say to make this right, to make it into one of those romantic chick flick moments, but yeah, I want to get married. Yeah. So, uh, I don’t have a ring for you or anything, but will you please just say yes?”
Sam pulled Dean toward him with a hand around the back of his neck and kissed him. “Yes”, he whispered against Dean’s mouth.
A week later they were standing in a small room in the town’s courthouse, a judge looking over their paperwork, a couple of courthouse employees standing by to be witnesses. All of a sudden, everything around them stopped, like someone had hit a mystical pause button, and both men stood in shock as they saw their mother standing there, her presence ethereal and fascinating. Mary looked just as Dean’s fuzzy memory remembered her, and just like the pictures Sam had seen since he had no memory of her at all. The silence was broken when she began to speak.
“I’ve only got a minute or two, so let’s not waste any of it on stunned silence, okay? I’m only here because there was something I had to say and I begged for just a moment with my boys. I want you to know that I’m happy for you, and your father is too. There’s no beyond-the grave judgment. I know this isn’t conventional, but knowing how happy you make each other is all that matters. Whether it makes a difference to you or not, you have my blessing. Please be good to each other”, she said, as her appearance started to waver. “I have to go back now, my darlings, I’m sorry I can’t stay. I love you.”, her last words fading away with her visage.
Both men had tears in their eyes, regretting that the moment was over so quickly that neither of them had had time to speak back to their mother. They held each other’s hands even more tightly, overcome with the emotion of seeing Mary’s face and hearing her words.
But then time started right back up, as if not even a second had passed, and the judge deemed their credentials to be genuine. She started the simple ceremony in the tiny space of her chambers, and allowed to two men in front of her to exchange the traditional vows, promising to love and cherish, in sickness and in health (Dean spared a moment to take in his bum knee that had gotten them here to start with) forsaking all others, as neither of them had what it took to write their own, not on such short notice, anyway.
Heavy titanium bands decorated with the sigils of the archangels etched into them and each of their names inscribed on the inside were exchanged, and the judge matter-of-factly stated that the law now recognized them as a married couple. The appearance and acceptance of their mother’s rested spirit added to the emotion they already felt, and Dean couldn’t stop himself from leaning in for a passionate kiss. It lasted as long as it could, until the judge cleared her throat, and they backed off, both of them grinning like love-struck teenagers instead of grown men well into their thirties (Dean getting closer to forty now and Sam never missing an opportunity to point it out).
With the official document carelessly shoved into one of Sam’s many pockets, they walked out of the courthouse with their fingers intertwined and both almost fell down the steps because they were so busy looking at the rings on their fingers and still awed by Mary’s swift but reassuring visit.
So there they were, Mr. and Mr. Sam and Dean Remington, as Sam had chosen to give up his falsified last name and take Dean’s instead, They’d had the same last name their whole lives, the same last name of their the brief visitor, the one that had belonged to Mary and John, and sure it was wasn’t Winchester anymore, which was regrettable at the least, but they could get past it. Their mom had come to them and that brief but stunning experience chased away any doubts they may have had.
There’s more this story, 40-plus years of more, but nothing could ever glow like the look on Mary’s ghostly face looking in on them at that moment.
pairing: Sam/Dean
rating:R
a/n: for write_light, who asked for a story about an unexpected guest at Sam and Dean’s wedding in the “Let’s Get Gay Married” comment fic meme.
After Dean’s knee gave out for the final and irreversible time, they’d ended up settling in Connecticut, a small town where the store clerks greeted them by name, and no one knew they were brothers, just that they were a sweet couple who clearly loved each other very much.
It didn’t take as long as they thought it would to get comfortable, fall into a routine of grocery shopping, home repairs, cooking, waking up together every morning in a place where they (thanks to fake IDs) didn’t have to hide the nature of their relationship. Finally, they could hold hands in a restaurant or steal a kiss in the paint section of Home Depot.
Sam was more than surprised when he came home from his shift at the book store to find Dean in the kitchen, putting together a lasagna and humming along to “One Man Guy”. He never thought he’d see the day when his brother wouldn’t mock his extensive Rufus Wainwright collection, and now he’d put it on the iPod dock and was following the tune.
After dinner, Dean seemed a little off, like he was having trouble following their conversation, and he excused himself from the table to wash dishes, which was even more out of character. Sam wasn’t exactly sure what was going on, but his gut told him there was something brewing. He wasn’t sure if it was something bad or good, though.
That night, as they were getting ready to go to bed, Dean cleared his throat, pulled Sam by the arm until they were sitting face to face on the bed, and he shifted his eyes all over the room as he began to speak.
“Sammy, this life - this new one that we’ve made together - I know it hasn’t been an easy transition but I think we’re both happy. Right? I mean, you’re happy like this, aren’t you?”, he asked?
“Aw, Dean, do you think I’m not happy? Come on, man, you know that I am. Sure it’s different, but I’m with you, and we don’t have to hide things anymore. I couldn’t be happier. What’s going on in here?”, Sam replied, putting his fingers against Dean’s forehead.
“Well, I just was thinking, you know, since we’ve got our new last names, and here we are in one of the few places that allows it, maybe we could…uh…you know, we might be able to make it, make us, um…official?”
It didn’t happen often that Sam was stunned into speechlessness, but right now that was exactly how he felt. He sat there holding Dean’s’ hand on the bed and he just stared, not sure exactly how to process what his brother had just said.
After a minute, Dean started to look worried. “I’m sorry, Sam, look, it was just an idea. I was thinking out loud. You can forget about it if you want”, he said, eyes now pointed down at the floor.
Hearing the doubt and dejection in Dean’s voice, Sam found his own voice again, and was finally able to respond. “Dean”, he said with a grin so wide that his dimples showed and the flash of white teeth couldn’t help from showing through, “are you asking me to marry you?”
Dean managed to pull his gaze up to meet Sam’s, and seeing the big smile there gave him some renewed courage. “Yeah, I guess, I mean, I…Jesus, I don’t know what I’m supposed to say to make this right, to make it into one of those romantic chick flick moments, but yeah, I want to get married. Yeah. So, uh, I don’t have a ring for you or anything, but will you please just say yes?”
Sam pulled Dean toward him with a hand around the back of his neck and kissed him. “Yes”, he whispered against Dean’s mouth.
A week later they were standing in a small room in the town’s courthouse, a judge looking over their paperwork, a couple of courthouse employees standing by to be witnesses. All of a sudden, everything around them stopped, like someone had hit a mystical pause button, and both men stood in shock as they saw their mother standing there, her presence ethereal and fascinating. Mary looked just as Dean’s fuzzy memory remembered her, and just like the pictures Sam had seen since he had no memory of her at all. The silence was broken when she began to speak.
“I’ve only got a minute or two, so let’s not waste any of it on stunned silence, okay? I’m only here because there was something I had to say and I begged for just a moment with my boys. I want you to know that I’m happy for you, and your father is too. There’s no beyond-the grave judgment. I know this isn’t conventional, but knowing how happy you make each other is all that matters. Whether it makes a difference to you or not, you have my blessing. Please be good to each other”, she said, as her appearance started to waver. “I have to go back now, my darlings, I’m sorry I can’t stay. I love you.”, her last words fading away with her visage.
Both men had tears in their eyes, regretting that the moment was over so quickly that neither of them had had time to speak back to their mother. They held each other’s hands even more tightly, overcome with the emotion of seeing Mary’s face and hearing her words.
But then time started right back up, as if not even a second had passed, and the judge deemed their credentials to be genuine. She started the simple ceremony in the tiny space of her chambers, and allowed to two men in front of her to exchange the traditional vows, promising to love and cherish, in sickness and in health (Dean spared a moment to take in his bum knee that had gotten them here to start with) forsaking all others, as neither of them had what it took to write their own, not on such short notice, anyway.
Heavy titanium bands decorated with the sigils of the archangels etched into them and each of their names inscribed on the inside were exchanged, and the judge matter-of-factly stated that the law now recognized them as a married couple. The appearance and acceptance of their mother’s rested spirit added to the emotion they already felt, and Dean couldn’t stop himself from leaning in for a passionate kiss. It lasted as long as it could, until the judge cleared her throat, and they backed off, both of them grinning like love-struck teenagers instead of grown men well into their thirties (Dean getting closer to forty now and Sam never missing an opportunity to point it out).
With the official document carelessly shoved into one of Sam’s many pockets, they walked out of the courthouse with their fingers intertwined and both almost fell down the steps because they were so busy looking at the rings on their fingers and still awed by Mary’s swift but reassuring visit.
So there they were, Mr. and Mr. Sam and Dean Remington, as Sam had chosen to give up his falsified last name and take Dean’s instead, They’d had the same last name their whole lives, the same last name of their the brief visitor, the one that had belonged to Mary and John, and sure it was wasn’t Winchester anymore, which was regrettable at the least, but they could get past it. Their mom had come to them and that brief but stunning experience chased away any doubts they may have had.
There’s more this story, 40-plus years of more, but nothing could ever glow like the look on Mary’s ghostly face looking in on them at that moment.