~7 months later~

Dean sat up in bed and let out a painful moan as his head spun and his temples ached. He heard the shower running and got to his feet, approaching the bathroom and knocking on the mahogany wood.

"Blair?" No one answered. He knocked again. Still, no answer. He jiggled the door handle and it swung lazily inward. He stepped onto the cold, wet tile and closed the door behind him, pulling his shirt off over his head and throwing back the shower curtain. He screamed and fell backwards, slipping on the slick spot behind of him. Blair's limp, wet, naked body swung from the noose that had been crafted from the shower head and a grinning Sam stared down at him with yellow, dilating eyes, the end of the rope hanging from his hands. Dean's head hit the hard floor behind him, and he passed out.

Dean sat up in bed, sweat pouring from his forehead in tendrils. He groped the bed beside him, grasping Blair's thin wrist and pulling her towards him. She rest her head on his slick chest and awoke as Dean shook her.

"Dean, what's wrong?" Dean was looking wildly about the room in confusion, then came to, staring down into Blair's green, endless eyes. Blair questioned him again. "Dean?" He swallowed nervously and shook off the images his dreams had conjured.

"Yeah, yeah. I heard you. Just a-" He looked down at Blair's bulging stomach, the sweaty tank top molding to her pregnant frame. "Just a bad dream, that's all." The aroma of coffee wafted through the room, and Sam came out of the small dining quarters with a saucer holding three coffee cups and a half a dozen sugar cubes.

"Hey! Good morning, Sleeping Beauty." Dean sneered at his brother, then rubbed at his pulsating forehead.

"What time is it?"

"It's 10 o'clock already, man."

"Jesus Christ." Dean maneuvered out of bed and stole a cup of coffee from the saucer Sam was holding, dropping two sugar cubes into the brown, syrupy substance and taking a swig. He swallowed the rest of it with slight difficulty, then let out a wavery breath as his tuxedo caught his eye. He glanced down at his socked feet and cleared his throat, then scratched at his unshaven face. What was he getting himself into? Dean Winchester, the American player of all times was finally settling down with a woman. It was a slap in the face, but it had to be done. He couldn't leave her anyways. Besides the fact that she was bearing his child, he found himself actually having feelings for her. Not lust, but love; which was extremely unusual. He worked his way over to the bathroom to wash up, gel his hair and shave the stubble from his face.

Noon approached, and the Winchester brothers and Blair entered the small chapel in the outskirts of town, each going to their separate changing rooms. Sam helped Dean straighten the stiff collar of the dress coat; Dean let out an exasperated groan and attempted to loosen the tie. Sam swatted away Dean's eager hands and tucked his mangled hair behind his ears. Dean turned to face the full-body mirror, tucking a handkerchief in the breast pocket of his tux. He grinned to reveal his teeth and ran over the front two with his fingernails, then nonchalantly wiped the scum on the back of Sam's coat.

"I look like a freakin' tight ass."

"Hey, it's better than looking like a queer; like most people mistake you for." Sam giggled to himself. Dean issued a fake laugh then narrowed his eyes at Sam.

"Not funny, Sam."

"Just making light of the situation."

"Yeah, well, you know what you could've done? Thrown me a bachelor's party before the wedding, but did you do that? No! Now I'm inclined to keep my hands to myself and follow the fucking seventh commandment, Christian or not." Music started reverberating from the wedding hall, only slightly muffled by the wooden doors.

"Come on, we should get going." Sam opened the door and Blair teetered forward on her heels, falling into Sam's open arms. She stood up and adjusted her strapless, grey wedding dress, then narrowed her eyebrows at the two brothers. She had been eavesdropping. Tears dribbled down her pale face, and she winced as Dean placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Look, Blair, I-" She tore off, hustling down the hallway in her gown, turning the corner and falling out of site. Dean sighed and the two ran off after her, calling her name. The bridesmaid in the hallway shuffled out of the way of the two sprinting boys, then adjusted her bouquet and entered the chapel. They searched the small church from front to back, made their way through the rectory and out the back of the church. Blair had run off, and was now nowhere to be found. Dean sat on the back steps and loosened his tie, breathing heavily and trying to suppress the tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Sam let out a deep breath and joined him on the stoop.