(Author's Note: Hello everyone! Welcome! Part 9 of the Purpose Series is finally here! :D As I usually note at the beginnings of each part, most of this story will probably be confusing if you have not read the first 8 fics. (Geez, this thing is getting so long! Lol) However, if you wish to start reading here, you are totally free to do so! :) I know this part has taken a little longer to get out than I expected, but I know you will really enjoy this one. ;D To all my returning readers, I love you! And to all my new readers, I love you too! XD Without further ado, please enjoy! :D)
Jessica took a long, deep breath before stepping up to face the mirror in the dressing room.
Her tall, slender reflection greeted her with a smile, beaming from above the most beautiful dress she had ever laid eyes on. The middle hugged her torso, perfectly outlining her slightly curvy silhouette. The flowy, ruffled sleeves laid loosely around her shoulders, extending out from the heart-shaped bust. And the deep V in the back met near the middle of her spine, cascading down into the long train that swooped down around her feet on the floor. It was perfect. Exactly the way she always imagined it.
And the best part was that it was entirely white.
Jess's heart started thumping again when she met her own eyes in the mirror. Wow, this was really it. She was actually wearing her wedding dress! She had seen it in some of her dreams, but she never thought that it would be this beautiful; so lovely and joy-provoking. Jessica felt like she would burst into a fit of giggles at any moment. Even though her blonde hair was kind of messy and she wasn't wearing make-up, Jess still felt like a runway model. Because her wedding dress made her feel like the most beautiful angel in the world...
"Is it mandatory to wear specific garments for a wedding?" Jess could hear her uncle Cas's voice from a distance, "We did not wear white when we got married, Dean."
"You're right, Cas. We didn't. But we also didn't plan it either, remember?" Dean answered, "White clothes are just a traditional thing."
"Oh, our lass is going to be lovelier than sunshine on a winter's day," Aunt Rowena's voice swooned, before calling, "Jessica, dearie? Are you ready yet?"
Jessica appraised herself in the mirror one more time, adjusting her long golden curls around her shoulders and giving her reflection a small wink, before taking another breath and opening the door. She was greeted by the back of Ms. Jane's clothing shop; the larger open space, where most of the wedding and prom dresses were stored on mannequins and racks. The fitting rooms were curved in a circle formation, with comfy seats gathered in the center. And that's where most of Jess's family was. Dad, uncle Dean, uncle Cas, Aunt Rowena, and Ms. Jane were all sitting patiently, watching the door open with anxious eyes.
Jess could feel heat on her cheeks as she slowly exited the dressing room to display the dress she was wearing. Jane and Rowena both gasped and blinked at her with awed faces, while Dad and the rest of the guys smiled proudly. Jess looked around for her Papa, but he wasn't in the cluster of her family. Where did he go?
"Oh, Jess," Ms. Jane exhaled, looking like she might actually cry as she rounded the seats to take both of Jess's hands and appraise her, "You... you really are an angel!"
Jessica giggled an nodded. Ms. Jane already knew she was a real angel, but she was probably talking about the exceptionally beautiful kind. Dad was the next one to get up. He climbed to his feet, but just stood there; kind of swaying, as if he was gonna fall over. Several times, he opened his mouth to say something, only to close his lips and shake his head like he was going to cry.
"J – Jess," he eventually stuttered, "You are... just... I can't even find the right word..."
"Beautiful?" Dean offered casually.
"Elegant?" Cas continued, his face void of emotion, "Virtuous? Radiant? Breathtaking? Pure?"
"Drop dead gorgeous," Rowena squealed excitedly.
Dad chuckled and nodded, faintly gesturing to everyone sitting behind him.
"All of that," he agreed, gulping hard with a grin.
Jess's cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling so much. With her family's support and praise, it was hard for her to feel anything but confident.
"Thanks, you guys," she offered, turning to Ms. Jane, "This is the one."
"Are you absolutely sure?" Jane asked, "The store is full of gowns, and I can order a custom one if you would like -"
"No," Jess denied, looking down at the white fabric with a loving smile, "This is it. I'm marrying Ollie in this one."
Ms. Jane took Jess's words to heart, smiling brightly and pulling her in for a large hug. Jess giggled and hugged her back, feeling like she was already Jane's daughter-in-law.
"Oooh, Guapa, Oliver is going to be a mess when he sees you! I cannot wait!" Jane giggled into Jess's ear.
Jess laughed along with her, feeling her stomach bubble. She couldn't wait to see Ollie's face when she came down the aisle either! His brown eyes were probably gonna pop out of his head, just like a Bugs Bunny cartoon...
While Jessica and Jane hugged and squealed, the sound of a door opening and closing caught everyone's attention. Jess, along with the whole family, raised their heads and looked to see Jude stepping out of one of the fitting rooms. He was all dressed up too, wearing a three piece suit and shiny dress shoes. And just like Jessica, his entire outfit was completely white. The contrast between his white clothes and dark hair made his cheeks look really pink, magnifying his shy blush. He avoided eye contact with everyone while his fingers tangled together nervously.
Uncle Cas slowly stood up from his seat, mouth open and eyes watering. His blue eyes danced up and down the length of Jude's entire form, circling Jude's timid face the most. Cas and uncle Dean walked up to Jude's sides together, praising him all the way.
"Son," Cas breathed, sounding absolutely stunned, "I... I never knew how handsome you could be until this moment."
"Ditto," Dean agreed, grinning as he reached up to pat Jude's shoulder, "You'd give Dr. Sexy a run for his money."
Jude squirmed a little, probably feeling uncomfortable with the terms 'Handsome' and 'Sexy.'
"It's... it's too much white," he mumbled without looking up.
"Oh, crap. He's right," Dean nodded, holding back a cringe as he glanced toward Cas and whispered, "Kinda looks like he raided your older brother's closet, babe..."
Jess narrowed her eyes a little. Older brother? Was uncle Dean referring to Jess's papa? Or was he talking about a different archangel? Cas's smile dimmed and he gulped, as if Dean's suggestion haunted him.
"Why don't you just change the color of the tie?" Jess's dad suggested, "Jude could wear all white with a black tie, and Clare can wear all black with a white tie."
Jude seemed to really like Dad's thought, because he finally raised his head with a smile.
"I think Clare would really like that," he mentioned.
"Black tie? No problem! Un momento!" Ms. Jane sang, already dancing back toward the clothing racks a few feet away.
Jess smiled as she watched Jane dash away to fetch a new part for Jude's outfit. Everyone was so bubbly and happy today, and it made Jessica feel so good. With two weddings on the way, how could anyone not be excited? Papa was basically the mascot for Jess's wedding... but where was he now?
"Dad," Jess said, reaching over to tug on her father's sleeve, "Where's Pop?"
Before Dad could even open his mouth to answer Jess's question, another fitting room door swung open; this time with a loud whack. Every eye in the room snapped in the direction of the sound and they were all met by the sight of Jessica's papa... wearing a wedding dress of his own. The white fabric hugged Papa's tiny body and was long enough to drag on the floor, because he was so short, but his shoulders were completely bare. The dress had a halter top fit, and exposed most of his flat chest and the blond hairs that grew there. But even though he was clearly on display for the whole shop to see, Papa grinned bigger than a Cheshire cat as he pranced out into the crowd to search every face.
"I found it!" he called, still looking around, "Where's my baby bunny? I have to tell her – Oh! Jessie-rabbit!" Papa gasped, hobbling over as fast as he could in his dress – and heels, "Look at this gown I found! It's perfect for you, honeydew!"
"Gabriel," Dad hissed, holding a hand to his face to hide it from a few strangers on the other side of the store, "If it's perfect for her, then why the hell are you wearing it?!"
"What? I can't give it a test drive before I pass it on to my baby? I have to make sure it fits!" Papa huffed, jutting his hip out for dramatic effect, "And don't try to act like seeing me in drag doesn't turn you on, Sam Winchester. I know this gets your motor running."
"Yeah. Running away," Dad grumbled.
Jessica covered her mouth, trying to stifle the laughter that erupted from her stomach. Poor Dad was always so flustered when Papa decided to wear feminine clothing. But Jess didn't see the problem with it. It was nice not to be the only one in a dress, sometimes. Thankfully, Papa turned his attention back to Jess, looking her up and down and swooning a little.
"Awww, J – Jessie," he gasped, finally seeing what she was wearing, "You look so... so precious, I could... I could just... just..."
With a loud, dramatic sob, Papa lunged forward to wrap Jess into a huge hug. Jess smiled as she patted her Papa's back and laid her head on his.
"My baby is getting married!" he cried with a sniffle, "How did this day come so fast?!"
"Shh," Jessica smiled, noticing that strangers in the store were starting to give them weird looks, "Papa, it's going to be okay -"
"It was only yesterday that I gave birth to you! You were just a tiny baby bunny!" Papa sobbed into Jessie's shoulder, "How can you be so grown up?!"
While Papa sobbed, and Dad tried his best to act like he didn't know him, Jessica noticed that uncle Cas was watching with a pained look. His blue eyes seemed to be glistening a little as he looked between Jess's papa and Jude.
"I have to agree with Gabriel," Cas said very quietly, probably only meant for his husband to hear, "I cannot believe how quickly this transition has occurred, Dean. Is – is there something I can do to slow this process?"
Uncle Dean sighed and wrapped an arm around Cas, pulling him in for a tender embrace.
"Sorry, baby," he muttered, "All we can do is hang on for the ride."
Cas seemed very upset by this news. And so was Papa, who gave one more loud sob before raising up with a sniffle. Jessica was surprised to see actual tears in his eyes when he looked at her.
"S – Sammy? Did you bring the camera?" Papa squeaked, "I need to capture this Kodak moment."
Dad, who had been giving apologetic smiles and waves to strangers, turned to look at Papa wearily.
"No, Gabriel. We don't have a camera. Just use your photographic angel memory. And please quiet down," Dad said in a warning tone.
While her parents talked, Jessica noticed something moving on the floor. Dickie had followed Papa out of the fitting rooms and was now sniffing around the train of her gown – and there was a snow white bowtie on his collar. Jessica gasped and bent down to pick up her Papa's dog, being careful not to get his fur on her wedding dress. Dickie was wearing a bowtie! Just like the one he used to wear to Jess's tea parties when she was a little girl! Jess wasn't prepared for the giant wave of bittersweet nostalgia that washed over her when she saw it.
"Dickie! You look so fancy," she squeaked, gently scratching his head.
Dickie barked a few times in response, but wiggled back out of her hands to jump down and roam around the store again. Papa noticed the interaction, because he was suddenly beaming with pride.
"Oh yeah! I prettied-up the Dickster, too," he mentioned, planting both hands on his hips and smiling down at the fancy dog, "Can't have him wandering around the party like a common animal, can we? And don't worry. If he so much as thinks about humping anything at your wedding, I'm taking him to get fixed."
Dickie actually stopped to raise his head toward Papa with large eyes, like he understood what Pop was saying.
"That's right, hump machine," Papa warned, pointing at the dog, "You ruin Jess's day, and you'll get the ol' snip-snip... And that goes for you too, Moose."
Dad only gave Papa a flat glare, obviously done with his cheap threats. Dickie, on the other hand, seemed to take Pop's words to heart, because he raced over to hide behind Dad's big boots. Jess wanted to assure her Papa that nothing was going to go wrong on her wedding day, but she was distracted by Ms. Jane and the others. Jane had returned with a black tie, and Dean and Cas were helping Jude exchange it with his white one. Once the new tie was on him, Jane turned Jude toward the mirror and Dean patted out the shoulders of his suit.
"How's that, buddy?" Dean asked.
Jude actually smiled at his reflection.
"Much better," he nodded.
"Oi. The wee cherub is right," Rowena hummed, gliding over to stare into the mirror with Jude, "Clarence will fall in love with ye all over again, lad."
Rowena's comment made the faint blush reappear on Jude's smiling cheeks. Not wanting to miss out on the happiness, Jess gathered the fabric of her dress in her hands and carefully stepped over to stand next to Jude. Then, both of them were looking into the same mirror, wearing the same excited smiles, glancing between Jess's white dress and Jude's white suit. After a moment, Jude fully turned to look up at Jess.
"I feel like a marshmallow," he admitted under his breath.
Jess laughed out loud, having to cover her mouth again to muffle the sound.
"But you look like a handsome prince," she complimented.
Jude blushed harder.
"Thanks," he muttered, taking a deep breath as he turned back toward the mirror to stare at Jess's reflection, "So, this is it, huh? We're both gonna be married..."
Jessica hummed and nodded, taking in the sight of the both of them all dressed up again. Yep. This was it. Jess was going to marry her Ollie-pop and Jude was going to marry his Clare-bear. This was a new step they were taking toward full adulthood – at least, that's what Dad said. But Jess didn't feel that way. To Jessica, her and Ollie's wedding was the next chapter of her book; one of many milestones that were still ahead for her, Ollie, and their whole family. And she couldn't wait to get there.
After a few moments of total silence, Jessica shared a look of confusion with Jude. Why was it so quiet all of the sudden? Where did everyone go? The two young adults slowly turned around to face the store, and met the stares of all the adults. Jess's parents, Jude's parents, Rowena, and Ms. Jane were all blinking at Jude and Jess with tears in their eyes, not saying a word. Jess assumed that it was because she and Jude were standing side-by-side in their wedding attire for the first time ever, and that the sight of it was probably overwhelming for them. But wasn't there something that anyone could say? Poor Jude's face was turning into a bright red balloon...
"I think we're ready to check out, Ms. Jane," Jess said, politely gesturing toward their clothes.
All of the parents laughed at Jess's suggestion, finally breaking their stares to look at Jane. The lovely Latino lady only beamed and shook her head, tucking her hands under her chin.
"No need," she grinned, "They're my gifts to you both."
Jess's mouth fell open. What? Jane was going to just give these clothes to her and Jude? As wedding presents? Jess looked to her cousin and found that he was equally awed and surprised. Wow, that was the sweetest thing ever... Jess quickly raced over to clobber her soon to be mother-in-law with a giant hug, wrapping her in grateful affection.
"Te amo, Guapa," Jane whispered.
Jessie felt tears threatening to slip from her eyes.
"I love you too, Jane," she replied.
As low music and quiet chatter set a calm atmosphere in the restaurant, Jessica swirled the end of her carrot stick in a bit of ranch dressing before bringing it to her mouth to crunch. Across the table, her fiance was digging in to his ribs, accidentally getting barbeque sauce all over the place. Jessie smiled as see watched him make a mess and attempt to clean it up. Ah. This was the man she had chosen to marry...
"Well," Ollie muttered, wiping the sauce off the table, his glass of soda, and the wall at the end of the booth, "Ribs were a mistake."
Jessica giggled as she chewed on her carrots. Oliver was so adorable.
"Clearly," she agreed, "So, were you and your dad able to rent the park for Friday?"
"Yep. We've got the whole lot to ourselves," Ollie beamed, "Tell me again why you want to get married at the playground?"
"Because it's where we first met, remember?" Jess smiled, remembering the moment so fondly, "We were three years old. You told me I had pretty hair, and then asked me if I wanted to play Aliens and Cowboys."
"Really?" Ollie asked, taking another bite, "That was such a long time ago. How do you remember that?"
Jessie smirked down at her plate and shrugged, reaching over to steal a sip of water from her glass.
"I guess it's the angel thing," she mentioned, "Are you okay with the playground?"
"Definitely," Ollie replied with a mouthful of food, "Dad wanted us to get married at his buddy's baseball field, but I told him no way. Jess wants the playground and that's where we're having it."
Jessica nodded, suddenly grateful. Oliver's dad, Eddie, wasn't a very nice man. He was critical of Ollie, and made fun of her parents and uncles on several occasions. His stout attitude, rude remarks, and generally gross nature repulsed Jessica all the time... but he was still Ollie's dad, and Oliver wanted him at the wedding. Jess was just glad that Ollie was keeping him under control until it was all over. Across the table, Ollie paused eating to take a drink and wipe his mouth – even though he completely missed some of the sauce on the rest of his face.
"Where are Jude and Clare gonna tie the knot?" he asked.
Jessie took another bite of her carrot before answering.
"I'm not sure. I don't think they've decided yet," she admitted, "but I know that it's going to be a week after ours."
"So, we're getting married this Friday, and they're getting married next Friday?" he confirmed, "Why so close together?"
"I think it will make things easier on everyone," she guessed, "You know, getting all the stressful stuff done all in one go. Plus, it'll give us time to go on our Honeymoon and be back in time for their wedding."
Of course, the mention of the Honeymoon made Ollie perk up. A large smile returned to his messy face and he leaned a little further across the table.
"Oh yeah. I almost forgot about that," he grinned, nudging Jess's foot with his own under the table, "Two nights in France, two nights in Spain, and every one of them together with you. Sounds like heaven to me."
Jessica couldn't help but blush and look away, feeling the butterflies tickle the inside of her stomach. Ollie was so adorable, with his red hair, cocoa eyes, and barbeque-stained cheeks.
"Me too," Jess mumbled, biting the edge of her own grin as she hesitantly slid his foot away with her own, "but remember what we agreed on."
Ollie sighed and nodded, appearing defeated, even though he was still smiling.
"I know. No more hanky-panky until after the vows," he rehearsed, "but I can still kiss you, right?"
"Of course," Jess automatically agreed.
Ollie nestled back into his seat to keep eating, but Jess couldn't stand the mess anymore. She shook her head and grabbed a napkin before leaning forward to swipe the sauce off the edge of his cheek. He watched her do it, leaning in so she wouldn't have to stretch so far. While their faces were close, Jess could see that he was searching her face with admiration.
"What would I do without you, Jessie-rabbit?" he asked lowly.
Jess felt the butterflies in her stomach swarm a little faster.
"You would probably be a mess, pumpkin head," she answered with a wink.
Instead of replying with words, Ollie simply leaned forward to meet her lips with his own. They slowly kissed over top of the table, both leaning over their dinner as some of the people in the restaurant whispered and gestured toward them. But Jess didn't care. Ollie was all hers, and she could kiss him wherever she wanted... even if he did taste like barbeque sauce.
A waitress eventually came to the table and broke up Jess and Ollie's intimate embrace, smiling as she discretely placed the check on the table and told them to have a nice evening. As usual, Oliver grabbed the check before Jess even had time to reach for it. He glanced at the numbers on the tab before reaching for another drink and standing up from the table, offering his arm like a gentlemen.
"Shall I take you home, m'lady?" he said in a playful tone.
Jessie giggled and hopped out of her seat to take his arm, giving a slight curtsy.
"Indeed," she said, playing along, "Onward, good sir."
After paying for their meal, Ollie drove Jess home in his red pick up truck; one that he bought with the money he saved all on his own. It was an older model, made a few weird sounds, and had a broken radio, but Jess loved it. Riding around with her fiance in his truck was one of her favorite things to do. They usually talked or sang together, since there was no radio. This time, they gave a heartfelt rendition of "Bohemian Rhapsody," even singing the orchestral parts.
By the time Ollie pulled up to the bunker, Jess's voice was hoarse from singing so loudly. But she found that she didn't want to get out of the car. She wanted to stay with Ollie for as long as possible. But she knew that he had to work in the morning, and that her parents were probably waiting up for her inside. Still, she slid over to hug him and give him another kiss.
"Is it Friday, yet?" she asked, petting some of his orange hair as they stared at each other in the semi-darkness.
"Not yet," he sighed, suddenly perking up, "Hey, maybe you can make time go faster. You know, with your grace or something."
Jess smiled at his suggestion, but she knew it was virtually impossible.
"Sorry, Ollie-pop. We'll just have to get to the altar the old fashion way. One moment at a time," she smiled.
She pecked Ollie's sweet lips one more time before sliding to the edge of the cab to climb out of the passenger side. The night air swirled her hair around and she tugged her jacket tighter around her, turning back to wave at her fiance.
"I love you, Ollie," she called.
"Love you too!" he replied out the open window, "I'll call you tomorrow!"
Jess smiled brightly and continued to wave as Oliver's truck pulled away, watching the taillights slowly dim until they disappeared around the corner. With her fiance gone, Jess turned to make her way into the bunker. The control room was lit, but empty. Dad and Papa were hanging out in the study, probably waiting to make sure she made it home safely before going to bed. Dean and Cas were in the kitchen, discussing wedding cakes and other foods they planned to have for both weddings. And Jude was standing in his and Jess's shared bathroom with the door open, brushing his teeth. Jess was still so full of excitement and eager anticipation of getting married to Ollie that she had to share it with someone. And her equally engaged cousin seemed like the obvious choice to pester. She leaned into the bathroom and smiled, gaining Jude's attention.
"In just a few short weeks," she sighed happily, blinking toward the far wall, "we'll both have husbands."
Jude spit and rinsed his mouth in the sink before raising up to smile back at Jessie.
"Yep. Only mine will be cuter than yours," he joked, winking for good measure.
"Ha! You're hilarious," Jess shook her head, "but seriously, can you believe we're going to be married to the men of our dreams?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, that's the whole point of getting engaged," Jude explained as he led the way out of the bathroom and down the hall to their bedrooms, "I hope Clare doesn't get cold feet..."
"Cold feet?" Jess repeated with a chuckle, "There's no way he's gonna chicken out now. Rowena was right today. As soon as Clare sees you walking down the aisle toward him, he's gonna fall in love with you all over again."
The encouraging words seemed to make Jude's whole face light up. He smiled at the floor as he paused near his open bedroom door.
"I hope so," he mumbled, glancing up at Jess, "You really did look amazing today, Jessie. You're gonna be the most beautiful bride in the world."
Jess gulped and stepped forward to wrap Jude into a hug. She appreciated the compliment, and especially the support. She was so grateful that she and Jude went to get their outfits at the same time. It made getting the weddings together a little less stressful.
"Thanks, Jude," she muttered, "Good night."
"Night, Jess," he replied.
As was their usual routine, Jude and Jess both went to their own rooms, dressed in their closets, and climbed into bed with their bedroom doors open. They waved to each other from across the hall before laying down for the night. Jessica knew that sleeping was going to be difficult for her tonight, because she was still full of excitement from picking out her wedding dress and having dinner with Ollie. She tossed and turned for at least twenty minutes, trying to find a position comfortable enough to take her mind off the wedding. But, at last, she curled on her side and felt herself slipping away...
… and then, there was a darkened room.
Judging by the furniture and windows, it appeared to be a living room; one she had seen a few times. It was the living room in her house, one she was going to have at some point in the future. But it was dark because all of the lights were off and it was raining outside. Jess looked toward the glass beyond the curtains and could hear the thunder rumbling in the distance. Something didn't feel right. Something was wrong. But what?
Jessica slowly got up from the chair she was sitting in and walked over to look into the kitchen. The furniture was shiny, the dishes all washed, floor clean, back door shut. But where were all the people? Weren't there supposed to be people here?
"Hello?" she called into the vacant room.
Of course, there was no answer. And it really bummed her out. Where was Ollie? Where was Jude? Someone was supposed to be here with her, right? Jess turned to walk all through the house, searching for a familiar face to talk to. But no one was there. The beds were all empty. There were no animals, no noises, no nothing. Jess was all by herself in a tiny house, feeling more lonely than she ever had before.
Jess eventually found her way back to the living room, where the gray furniture sat silently. A deep feeling of loneliness had taken root in her chest and she was practically dragging her feet, slowly making her way back to sit in the chair near the rainy window. This was terrible. She had never felt so alone in her life. Where was her family? Why weren't they here with her? What happened to the bunker? Was it going to be this way forever?
Another crack of thunder startled Jess and made her look toward the window. Rain was pouring down the glass, adding dreadful sound to her already terrible mood. It wasn't until she lowered her head and saw her own hands that Jessica realized something. There was a wedding band on her ring finger. She and Oliver were married... and this was their house. She had a husband now, which meant they had to move into their own place. This tiny, empty house was her home now. No more breakfasts with her family. No more chasing Dickie from room to room. No more going to the library to read. No more late night chats with Dad and Papa. No more sleeping across the hall from Jude. The life she used to know was gone.
When Jess married Ollie, she had to say goodbye to the bunker.
Another crack of thunder shook the room, scaring Jessica awake. She gasped and scurried up in her bed, feeling her heart beating like a humming bird's wings inside her chest. Her first instinct was to look around. She hoped that horrible place was gone; that the dark, rainy living room was all in her head. And when she saw some of her paintings and posters on the walls, Jess exhaled with great relief. It was only a dream. Jessie was still in her bedroom, surrounded by her stuffed bunnies, dresses, books, and music. She was still home.
But as she looked across the hall into Jude's room and saw him sleeping peacefully with his batman nightlight on, Jess felt tears threatening to rise up in her eyes. As horrible as her dream had been, she knew that it was actually going to happen one day. She wasn't always going to sleep across the hall from Jude. All those feelings of loneliness were going to surround her in the future. She was going to have to sit in that lonesome house some day. Because it was true.
Once Jessica married Oliver, she would have to move out of the bunker. And leave her life behind.
(Author's Note: Aaaaand there's the plot! XD Hey you guys! I missed you! *big giant hugs* As I stated at the end of part 8, I promise that there will be little to no real angst in this part. So get ready for the fluff and humor! (and plenty of smut) ;D I really hope that you all enjoyed this first chapter! I'm sure you all caught the reference, but when Jude first stepped out in his all white attire, Dean was referring to Lucifer's get-up from 'The End.' (Way too much white. Had to change out the ties. Lol) ;D And I know that you might have a few questions about the weddings, but more info will be divulged in next week's chapter. :) And I hope you're ready for some funny situations and character growth, 'cause it's all on the way! :D Thank you guys so so so so much for sticking with this story for so long and sharing your love with me! I seriously don't deserve any of you. You're all too precious for this world! :D
And speaking of amazing readers, RainStorm2122 (on AO3) has posted a few oneshots that involve the characters of this story, and they are absolutely brilliant! Check them out on her page, if you'd like! :D And I think that a huge shout out is owed to Ms. fluffyhorns_11_67 . (Also on AO3) because she is currently in the process of translating the entire Purpose Series into her native language of Slovak. The whole thing! :O I am so grateful and humbled by these amazing people. Thank you guys so much! :D And if any of you have written anything related to this universe, please let me know! I would love to read and share it with the class! XD
Thank you guys sooo much for all your support! I love each and every one of you! And I hope you continue to enjoy the story! I will be here, bright and early, next week with a new chapter! It will be out soon! :)