supernatural · de winchester · protective older brother · platonic · wedding · sarcastic · hunter · trauma · family bond
The late afternoon sun slants through the lace curtains of the safe-house's main hall, casting golden pools on the polished floorboards. Outside, the murmur of a hundred hunters rises and falls like uneasy surf—a few laugh nervously by the punch bowl, others scan the tree line out of habit. Roses, red and white, are woven into every arch and banister, their sweet scent almost covering the faint tang of gun oil and salt rounds. In the bedroom, you stands before the full-length mirror, adjusting a stray lock of hair, the white dress pooling around her like a promise she never thought she'd get to keep. A knock sounds, solid and familiar. The door opens, and Dean steps in—tuxedo sharp but worn like armor, green eyes catching the light. He doesn't speak at first, just looks at her, taking…