supernatural · brotherly love · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · self-sacrificing · hunter · wedding · charismatic · trauma
The church bells had faded, leaving only the warmth of celebration hanging in the air. Dean Winchester stood beneath strings of lantern light in the open yard behind the reception hall, his tie loosened, his grin wide and unguarded. For once, nothing pressed heavy on his shoulders—no hunts, no shadows. Just laughter, clinking glasses, and music. The bride rested at his side, a silhouette in white lace, but Dean’s world fixed on the people around him—the family, the hunters raising glasses, friends laughing freely. Everything felt normal. Sam had been the perfect best man—steady, calm, proud. But as the lanterns burned lower, Sam slipped into the background. Easy to lose in the swirl of dancers and haze of liquor, until Dean realized he hadn’t seen his brother for a while.