A/N: Ah, yes another Narco story. I just can't seem to bring myself to write anything else. Just so everyone knows this story will begin on the day he was suppose to marry Lindsay.

"So you're up?" Luke said walking back into the apartment finding Dean awake.

"Yeah, I'm up. It took me a minute or two to figure out where I am, but. . .

"Oh, that's right. You've never been here before."

"Yeah, it's not that I remembered. I just kinda looked out the window and that's how I could tell."

"Good, smart. hands him a drink Little concoction of mine - it'll help with the hangover."

"Guess I had a beer or two too many last night, huh?"

"Yeah, it happens."

"Hope the guys didn't bug you too much."

"No, they were fine."

"Good."

"So, you're all dressed there?"

"Yeah, uh, you know, big day - getting married."

"Getting married."

"Um, I'm due in the church in about an hour."

"Hey, uh, Dean. . ."

"And I still gotta pick up my tux."

"Yeah, right."

"Um, thanks for everything, Luke."

"Yeah, sure. Good luck."

Dean left Luke's and walked to his parent's house, where he was currently still living until he and Lindsay found a place. The memories from the night before came rushing back to his head. "Why can't I just get her out of my head?" He thought to himself. "Because you're still in love with her, you idiot." He thought answering his own question. When he finally reached the house, he went inside quietly trying his best not to make his presence aware. Sneaking up to his room he found his tux hanging from the closet door waiting for him to put on. Clara spoke from the hallway making him snap out of the daze he was in.

"Dean, are you okay?" Clara asked.

"Oh yeah, yeah. Everything's fine." He said not so convincingly.

"You don't look very happy. Come on Dean, you may think I'm too young to figure things out but I can tell you're not happy. You can talk to me you know?"

A smile came to Dean's face as he noticed how much his little sister had matured.

"I really appreciate the offer but I'm not sure if I can fix this problem, so it doesn't really do any good to talk about it."

"Sure it does, you will feel a lot better if you talk to someone about it."

Dean looked at his sister once more before deciding to confide in her. "I don't want to marry Lindsay."

"What? Dean you have to tell her."

"I know, but it's going to cause so much trouble. I mean everything is ready; the wedding is in less than two hours. What am I going to do?"

"You can't get married. Just because everything is decorated doesn't mean you have to do something you don't want to do."

"Yeah I know, but I just don't know how to tell her."

"Well then don't, she will figure it out when you don't show up at the church."

"I can't do that."

"Yeah, I guess that would be really rude of you. I'm going to change into some normal clothes, if there isn't going to be a wedding then I'm not wearing this stupid dress."

"Clara wait. Don't change, I haven't made up my mind yet, I have to talk to Lindsay first."

"Okay fine, but if you are this unsure about things then I don't think you should even consider going through with it." She said as she went to the door.

"Clara, can we keep this conversation between us?"

"Yeah of course."

After Clara left the room he managed to bring himself to put on his tux. Staring into the mirror at his reflection he thought "This is not how I pictured my wedding day."

By the time he got dressed and left the house everyone else had already left to go to the church before him. Once he arrived he couldn't bring himself to get out of the truck so he sat there and watched as the guests arrived and filed into the church. He hardly recognized any of the people; all of them were guests Lindsay had invited. As he sat and watched he thought about the fact that he would be meeting most of her family and friends for the first time at their wedding. Maybe Rory was right, they hardly knew each other, and they had only dated for a few months prior to the engagement. "There I go again." He thought as Rory once again popped into his head.

Time seemed to be going by rather fast, as Dean stared at the clock he realized it was time to make a decision. If he didn't go in soon, they would probably just assume he wouldn't be coming. Just as he gathered enough courage to open the door of the truck and attempt to step out is when he noticed her.

Rory was walking up to the church alone, he didn't see Lorelai anywhere. He had invited both of them but he wasn't sure if they would come. Instead of getting out of the truck he continued to watch Rory walk closer to the church until she suddenly stopped and leaned against a tree that was a safe distance from the entrance. When he finally caught a glimpse of Rory's face it reminded him of how he looked earlier when he saw his reflection in the mirror. It had never really occurred to him before that he getting married would have this effect on her. He finally got out of the truck but this time he didn't have to force himself to do it, instead he was drawn to her, he had to see her-talk to her.

Quietly approaching the tree from the other side he tapped her on the shoulder causing her to jump.

"Dean! You scared me."

"You know, you might be able to see better from the inside of the church."

"What are you doing out here? Shouldn't your wedding have already started?" She asked looking down at her watch.

"There isn't going to be a wedding today." And this time he knew he had made up his mind.