A/N: This is sort of a Tyler/Caroline/Dean love triangle…I say that very hesitantly. I have wanted to do one so here it is…I think. Enjoy please!
Characters and Pairing: Caroline/Matt mentions of Caroline/Dean, Elena, Bonnie, Sam and of course but never last Bobby.
Suggested Listening: Draw Me A Map by Dierks Bentley.
Prompt: Silly Love.
Summary: it is her wedding day, no big deal right. Except that, there is a huge possibility, that she is marrying the wrong person.
Category: Funny/Angst (is there even such a thing?) and Romance
/If I took for granted that I held your heart
I'd beg forgiveness but I don't know where to start/
Marriage, she tells herself, is not something to enter into lightly. She is not; she is doing this for all the right reasons. She loves Matt and he loves her, pure and simple right? Except that it's not, nothing with her is ever simple. Sighing she pleats her white dress, causing creases to form in the soft fabric. Sam looks at her his hazel eyes large, and pleading. Hedoesn't want her to do this, wants her to dramatically change her mind and call his brother. She won't do it though; Dean didn't want her, told her in as many words. Why would she want someone that didn't want her? Because that's more or less her thing.
"...Care..." Oh Sammy, he with the doleful, puppy eyes. "Come on it's not too late. You can still call him, can still..." he trails off; she knows what he means anyhow. Dean is only a town away getting drunk, waiting for his brother to call. To tell him the deed is done and the marriage is sealed with a kiss. Sounds like a fairytale doesn't it? Yeah, well her life is full offucked up fairy-tales she is so over them. "...I... can't Sam, I made a commitment to love, honor,"
"Not yet you didn't." Did she mention he was stubborn? Well he is that along with a whole horde of other things. That does nothing, but agitates her at the moment. "Stop it!" she snaps, she cannot do this right now. She nervous from her upcoming nuptials, she doesn't need this right now. What she needs is her best man to knock it off, and just freakin be there for her. Damn it! This wasn't supposed to be so hard; she was supposed to fall in love, live happily ever after. Couldn't she just have that for once, please just once let it all fall into place?
/Help me find the road you're on
I just need directions home/
Marriage is final; it is the mantra repeating itself over and over in her head. If she does this, there is no turning back. No not if, when she does this, she has to stop that. Bobby, the man that was standing up with her, comes to stand by her side; she slips her arm around his. He of course, is looking down at her his blue eyes are soft and the usual truckers hat is gone. Is it weird to miss that hat?
If she were marrying him, then he would have that hat and everything would be normal, everything would be all right. He doesn't ask the question she knows is on the tip of his tongue; he thankfully keeps his mouth shut. She knows he wants to ask, ask her if she was sure, he wants to know if the blond boy with the bright blue eyes is something she really wants. Of course he is who else, would she want? Surely not a sandy haired man with whisky deep voice. No, she doesn't want him; even now, she has forgotten the way his fingers used to dance across her body.
With such love and care, as if they were trying to etch every part of her into his memory. And, of course, she has already forgotten how she used to look up at him, look into green eyes that were flecked with the golden hues of autumn. The way his lips would quirk up in that devastatingly crooked smile of his, or the way he moved like a jungle cat. Yes, she has already forgotten all about him.
The doors are pushed open and Elena and Bonnie begin their descent down the aisle. There is a brief moment, just before she and Bobby follows them, where she wants to run. Like some comedy remake of the run away bride. She wants to let go of Bobby, ignore the blond boy and his shinning eyes, hitch up her skirts and just run. She won't do that however, she was Caroline Forbes, and she doesn't run from anything. Except...that...maybe she is.
/I've never been so at loss
I'm at a canyon I can't get around or cross/
"It'll be alright right Care." Matt murmurs. Oh right the fidgeting. She was doing that again, she really needed to stop that. "Soon it will be over, and you will be my wife." she almost chokes on the air she has suddenly sucked into her lungs. The words my and wife are just a bit daunting when he says it. She looks over at Sam and sees him rolling his eyes, look she gets its he isn't Matt's number one fan. She understands that, but you think the big jerk would knock it off.
They turn to face each other, Matt isn't so much shorter than, um that other guy. So she can't miss the way he used to make her feel so tiny, so...protected, but she does. Her heart hammers in her chest and the insecurity slams at her from all angles. Well just from one way, they way that knows her the best she loves her Mystic Falls family, really and truly. The thing, is they just don't know her anymore. She has spent the better part of a year trying to fit, to conform into the person she was before she had left. She couldn't understand why her old skin just didn't fit any more. She does now.
She's grown since she left, grew up in ways none of them could even imagine, she has seen things, done things and felt things none of them ever could. She wasn't that sheltered little miss. Mystic Falls any more. She was Caroline Forbes, hunter, gal Friday in monster research. And she was baby sister, friend to Sammy. Surrogate daughter to Bobby, she was lover to Dean Winchester. There was no denying it now, she knew who she was, and it was time she owned up to it.
"If there are any who objects to this union let them, speak now." the preacher intoned. She looked over at Sam, he was beaming at her. Just as she was about to open her mouth and say something when the doors to the church burst open. Standing in the doorway is that glorious man that her heart beat for. His exotic eyes bright, the gold hue vibrant. It's been a year since she has seen him, a year since that day he told her to leave and never come back. Yet, here he stands, looking like a warrior king ready to claim his prize. "I object." he says, his whisky voice washing over her, causing waves of memories to crash over her. "It's about time." Sam grumbles, earning a few glares to be cast his way. Neither of them care.
Slipping her hand out of Matt's she does the thing she wanted to do in the first place. She hitches up her skirts and she runs, ignoring the gasps, the glares she runs to him. He picks her up and with a twirl, they are walking out the door, her legs wrapped around his waist. She barely notices that one of her shoes had fallen off, lying on the floor as if Cinderella herself had forgotten it.
/You're my destiny and destination
Understand my desperation - you/
"Its about time you showed up." she murmurs, her fingers are dancing across his bare chest. The blanket drawn up around them, her pretty white dress lie in a heap on the floor. "You wouldn't have married him anyway." he says his chest heaving with his mirth. Oh how this man knows her so well. "How do you know?" she asks, looking up at him through her lashes she sees his eyes are bright and fierce. He really does look like a warrior king. "Because..." He says, but that's not good enough for her. After all the crap she wants an answer. "Not good enough Winchester, I want an answer." she persists.
"Because Caroline Forbes, you're mine." Oh and doesn't it, feel so good to hear those words. He flips her onto her back with a growl, his need to show his possessiveness evident. She doesn't care, she will deal with his male ego, it's one of the reasons she loves him anyhow
