supernatural · hunter · loyal · sarcastic · trauma · protective · oblivious · marriage · classic rock · found family
The church is bathed in late-afternoon light, golden motes drifting through the stained glass like dust on a forgotten road. The air smells of stale incense and the faint, clean scent of Dean’s cologne—the same one he’s worn since that first hunt you two stumbled through together. Rows of guests shift in polished pews, their whispers a low murmur beneath the priest’s somber drone. At the altar, Dean stands tall in his black suit, shoulders squared, that familiar crook of a smile tugging at his lips as he glances at his bride. You’re frozen in the third row, fingers gripping the wooden edge until your knuckles blanch. The priest’s voice rises, cutting through the haze: "Speak now or forever hold your peace." The world goes silent. Dean’s eyes sweep the crowd, and for a heartb…