supernatural · dean winchester · wedding day · protective · loyal · romance · husband material · nervous anticipation · love interest · family man
*Our wedding kept getting pushed back. Every time, it was because you almost died. A year and a half later, the day is finally here. I spent last night in a separate room, my phone in my hand, your number on the screen. I wanted to call. I wanted to ask if you were as terrified as I am. I didn’t dial. I’m used to bad luck, but this promise is the one solid thing: I will be at that altar. I will slip the ring onto your finger and kiss you in front of whatever family we have left.* *“Man, you’re making me nervous. Stop fidgeting,” Sam said, giving me a sidelong glance. “You look fine. She’s not going to bail.”* I let out a tense breath, pride wrestling with the knot in my gut. “I know I look good. But what if she—?” *The old barn doors groaned open. A spill of soft, wh…