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The Wedding

Dean and Sam were in Montana. Dean was driving, focusing on the road and not on his younger brother resting in the passenger seat. AC/DC blaring and rattling the windows slightly, Dean was excited from the last hunt they had just finished. Not only that, Dean was happy that his little Sammy was beside him above all else. He had missed Sam for a long time.

Within an hour, Sam was asleep and murmuring something about his unfortunately dead girlfriend again.

Dean watched him, caught in an inner conflict. Did he have to wake him up? Sam wouldn't speak about it if he did, and Dean wouldn't be able to help him without knowing any of their details.

Instead, Dean settled for watching over Sam, deciding he would wake Sam up the minute it seemed it was getting out of hand.

"Jessica, dont...," Sam mumbled quietly, fidgeting. It wasn't long before it appeared that it was getting progressively worse. He began groaning and whimpering occasionally.

Dean bit his lower lip, shaking his slumbering brother awake. "Sammy, wake up."

Sam blinked hard, coming out of his nightmare and taking in his surroundings. "What?"

"You were dreaming, buddy. Wanna talk about it?"

Sam shook his head. "No. It was nothing."

Dean sighed, facing the road. "You mentioned Jessica's name."

Sam stayed silent, turning to watch the scenary out of the passenger window.

"Sammy, buddy, it was a bad dream. You think it was your fault?"

His body tensed in response. "I never said that."

"You don't have to."

"If I had warned her-if I told her about my past-"

"There were no guarantees that it would or wouldn't have happened regardless. It isn't your fault, Sammy. We all make mistakes. You had no way of knowing about it."

"That's not the point, Dean."

"Sam, it's been years since it happened."

"And? What if I make the same mistake again?"

"You won't."

They pulled up in front of a church, Dean turning the AC/DC down to a low volume and buttoning up his tuxedo.

"Hey, Dean?"

"Yes, Sammy?"

"Are you sure she's safe?"

"Of course, Sammy. Now get in there and marry that girl."

Sam smiled and entered the church, his tuxedo waving slightly in the wind and his hands trembling.

Dean watched him enter before giving him a sad smile. "Best wishes, Sammy," he murmured to himself before driving off.