AN: And I'm back to Supernatural! This is a sequel to Two Angels and a Demon Walk into a Bar. You don't have to read that one to understand this one but I recommend it all the same.

There also might be a longer wait between uploads thank to school, urgh.

Finally, I just wanted to quickly say thank you to ElleKnowsNot, who is a fantastic writer by the way. If not for her reviews on my past Supernatural and Avengers fics I probably wouldn't be writing this one. Thank you so much.

Dean didn't want anything large for the wedding. Why would he? The only ones who would be present would be Cas (duh), Sam, Bobby, Gabriel, and Crowley (Much to Dean's even bigger disappointment. He still couldn't stand those two). Still, he wanted to do this just to make it official.

It was going to be in a church as well, more for Castiel than Dean. They could've tried to find a church that was actually in use but Sam got a huge idea into his head when he discovered an abandoned church. Of course, they made sure it wasn't haunted or anything first.

Sam now was currently working on fixing the thing up with Bobby's aid. Gabriel helped get some of the tools that were needed but didn't actually do any of the work. Said he wouldn't be of much help since he was so small. Of course, that was total bullshit seeing as he was an archangel.

Currently, it was the afternoon, and while Sam and Bobby took a break, Dean was out walking. He hadn't really looked around the area and had gone into the forest that was behind the church. He could've had Cas come with him but he decided against it, just wanting to walk by himself for a bit.

As he made his way through the trees, Dean suddenly came across a river and in front of that river stood a girl. Immediately, Dean was on the defense. He did not trust whoever this was, especially thanks to his experience he figured this girl was probably a demon or ghost. Currently, even though he couldn't see her face, he was thinking more along the lines of ghost.

Her brow hair had bits of leaves and twigs stuck in it and the dress she was wearing was tattered and ruined. It seemed like it had once had been designed to poof out at the bottom but it now hung loosely. Dean was almost positive that it was a wedding dress as well.

Though he didn't say it out loud he thought, I really do not feel like dealing with an undead bride right now!

Dean took the gun that he had stuck under the hem of his pants, cocked it, and only then remembered that it was loaded with regular bullets. Dammit! He really hoped it wasn't a ghost now.

Suddenly, she spun around. Her skin was white like snow and there was blood dribbling from her lips. She opened her mouth as if to say something when her image flickered and suddenly disappeared.

Even though he knew it wouldn't protect him, Dean protectively got himself into a defense position as he yelled out, "Sam!" But the attempt was futile. They were just to far away it wouldn't—

He could always yell for Cas.

Dean opened his mouth to call to the angel when he stopped as freezing cold water fell all over him seemingly from know where. Shivering like mad, Dean spun around, looking every where he could but he couldn't find a sign of anyone. Suddenly, a high pitched laugh came from behind him.

He quickly turned to see the ghost, her mouth open in laughter. However, Dean couldn't help but stare because it wasn't some creepy, hair-standing, laugh. It was a laugh that sounded slightly amused but also extremely sad as well.

"What the hell do you want?" asked Dean angrily as he completely forgot about calling Cas. "Why the hell did you do that?"

A look of pain crossed the ghost's face and she flickered, reappearing slightly closer to Dean this time. He took a step back as she leaned forward and then disappeared completely.

A mass of cold water fell on him once more.

"Goddammit—Cas!" Dean finally yelled.

Suddenly, Cas was right beside Dean, his eyes wide and worried as he quickly took in Dean's shivering form. "What happened?" he asked quickly.

"A ghost that's what! I thought Sammy said there wouldn't be any damn spirits," growled Dean while Cas placed a finger on Dean and he was suddenly dry. He still felt the pangs of cold but at least now he'd warm up pretty quickly.

"What did the ghost look like? Could tell anything about it?" asked Cas curiously as he looked around now that he was sure Dean wasn't physically harmed at all.

"Well she was a woman in a wedding dress—god I just realized something! I hope she wasn't a woman white. I really do not feel like dealing with—there she is!" cried out Dean as she suddenly appeared in front of them again.

Cas automatically stepped between Dean and the ghost, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked her over. The ghost, as she looked at the scene in front of her, started to wail, a low melodic wail. The sound made Dean feel like crying practically, it was just so heartbroken and lost sounding despite coming from the ghost. She began to weep bitterly, still not actually saying anything, when she disappeared once more.

Freezing water soon covered Dean again and this time Cas well.

"Will you stop it!" yelled Dean angrily as once again, Cas zapped himself and his lover dry. Dean was use to ghosts trying to kill him and do all sorts of strange things but this ghost just seemed to want to annoy the hell out of him. "Come on," he said to Cas, "let's get back to Sam and everyone else."

Within a few seconds Cas zapped them to the old Church where Sam, Gabriel, Bobby and Crowley were. But not before they became drenched once more.