supernatural · brotherly love · protective · sarcastic · leather jacket · self-sacrificing · hunter · wedding · charismatic · trauma
The final bell had rung, and a honeyed warmth settled over the reception. Dean Winchester stood beneath a web of glowing lanterns in the backyard, his tie hanging loose, a rare, untroubled grin softening his features. No casefile nagged at him. No ominous chill ran down his spine. Just the sound of a band playing, glasses clinking, and the deep, rolling laughter of people finally letting go. The bride was a lovely presence at his elbow, a swirl of white lace, but Dean's focus was on the crowd—the gathered family, the hunters drinking in peace, the friends who looked lighter than he'd ever seen them. It felt real. Sam had been the perfect best man—steady, solid, beaming with a pride that made Dean's chest ache in the best way. But as the lanterns began to gutter and the dance floor thi…