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Season 16, Time For A Wedding!

The next chapter is up! It’s a bit of a filler, but there is plenty of chaos to come and I had to have Dean and Bobby having a conversation, okay.

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Dean Winchester’s wedding… if he was being completely honest, Bobby never thought he would see the day. In the end, he guesses he didn’t live to see it, exactly, but this is as good as it’s gonna get, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“You good with getting Dean there on time?” Sam asks for the millionth time, hovering by the door.

“The same answer as the last twenty times ya asked,” he grumbles in reply. “Now get outta here, or you’ll miss the damn thing.”

Sam nods, shoots him a nervous but grateful smile, and then disappears after his girl. If everything goes right, they won’t see him again until he is standing at the end of the aisle. Bobby’s vaguely aware that he should be surprised Sam can legally officiate a wedding, but there’s a big chance that absolutely nothing at this wedding is gonna be legal, and nothing his boys do or say can surprise him at this point. He’s pretty sure he lost his ability to be shocked after Dean casually mentioned killing Hitler.

“I don’t get it,” Dean announces, abruptly swinging the bathroom door open. “Why can’t I see Cas again?”

Bobby shrugs. “Tradition.”

“Tradition’s just peer pressure from dead people,” Dean mumbles, and Bobby raises an eyebrow.

“You gettin’ ready or what?”

Rolling his eyes, Dean slams the door shut again, disappearing to have another nervous breakdown or whatever else was taking the idjit so damn long.

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It’s strange, Dean decides, that nervousness still exists in Heaven. Isn’t it supposed to be all rainbows and happiness and lollipops? Maybe he should have a word with Jack about it. He’s considering whether or not it’s too late to back out when Sam appears from nowhere, punching him in the shoulder.

“Hey,” Dean protests, rubbing the sore spot. He was definitely adding “pain from being punched by my asshole brother” to his list of things that don’t belong in Heaven. “What was that for?”

“You’re shaking like a leaf,” Sam announces, much too loudly in his opinion.

“Am not.” Absently fidgeting with his tie, he glares at the door of Harvelle’s like it might bite him. “I don’t think I can do this.”

Sam lets out his trademarked long-suffering sigh. “Yes, you can. Look, here’s the bridesmaids.”

Sure enough, there’s Charlie and Jo gossiping in their matching blue dresses, Kevin hovering awkwardly next to an incredibly excited Jack. Even though he’s God, it is the kid’s first wedding, and Dean’s pretty sure he’s more enthusiastic than anyone else. Honestly, it looks like Kevin is having regrets about being there. If they weren’t already dead, he’d be worried that the dude might have a heart attack.

“We ready?” Sam asks, ignoring Dean practically vibrating with nerves next to him.

“Let’s get this show on the road!” Charlie cheers, and all of a sudden the doors are swinging open and there’s no backing out now and the show is very much on the road.

Dean takes a deep breath, feet rooted to the spot, before Sam gives him a gentle shove in the right direction and instinct takes over. When he turns the corner, his eyes automatically search the crowd, skimming over a hundred familiar faces - Ellen and Jody and his mom and Bobby and all the other people they could fit into the bar - until he finds the one person he is searching for, and he immediately relaxes.

Cas is stood in the center of the room, his usual suit appropriately spruced up by Ellen, and when he meets Dean’s eyes a wide grin splits across his face and Dean’s heart melts. All the worry he had felt stood outside disappeared in a flash, and he finds his face twisting into a matching smile.

“You folks ready to get married?” Ash asks, who is somehow the only person qualified to officiate weddings (not that the formality mattered that much).

“I am,” Cas smiles, taking Dean’s hands into his.

“Me too,” Dean agrees, and there’s no place he would rather be.