I stand just outside the chapel door.
My palms are sweating, and I am pretty sure I'm gonna puke.
The dress I'm wearing is an exact replica of the one I wore the first time Sam told me he loved me, except less torn and bloody.
Oh, and also, it's white, which I'm told is what a bride is supposed to wear. I added and emerald green ribbon around the waste, as protest to the overwhelming amount of white.
I am not wearing shoes. Dean tried to talk me into stilettos, but I'm pretty sure he just wanted me to fall down.
Jerk face.
"You could still run," he suggests mockingly, holding out his arm for me to take.
"Nope. I'm ready."
The wedding march begins to play, and two men open the church doors wide.
Dean begins to walk me down the isle, and I look around at all my friends.
Not a huge group, admittedly, but all wonderful people.
All the hunters we had met along the way, and a lot of the people we had saved, all stood looking at me.
My maid of honor, Maria, stands in front of the altar. We met on a hunt, and have been close ever since. I don't get to see her often, she hunts mostly on the west coast, but she made the long trip back to Lebanon to be here.
Castiel is standing in the middle, wearing a black suit, which differs from his usual tan trench coat, and that makes me smile.
He became an ordained minister, just so he could perform the ceremony.
Then my eyes lock onto Sam, and nothing else matters. He stands strait and tall, and the look on his face is pure joy. His eyes are shining with happy tears.
I feel like punching Dean for walking so slow.
"Who gives this woman to be wed?" Cas asks, as we approach the altar.
"Her favorite brother." Dean points to himself with his thumb.
Cas takes my hand and places it into Sam's. After all this time, my stomach still flutters when he touches me.
Dean takes his place at Sam's side, the obvious best man.
Cas says the opening words. He talks about the beauty of marriage, and the commitment that it requires.
Then we begin our vows.
"Sam," I begin, "before you found me, I was all alone. An orphan. My life was full of danger, and I had no-one to save me. I hade no purpose in this life, I drifted aimlessly from one hunt to the next. I had no place to rest my head, no dwelling to call my own.
And then, you found me.
You became my family,
You became my savior,
You became my purpose,
You became my home.
Sam you are my everything.
I love you, and I want to spend eternity with you."
As I finish, tears spill from Sam's eyes onto his cheeks.
"Mackenzie," he replies, "When I was young, all I wanted was a home, with a wife and kids. As I got older I lost hope. The life I was born into, the life I choose to live, made it so dangerous to love. Everyone that I let myself get close to was hurt, one way or another. I had finally accepted the fact that my life was hunting, and nothing more. Then I met you. Within the first five minutes of knowing you, I watched you send a ghost running. At that moment, a spark ignited in me: Maybe, just maybe, it was possible. The more I got to know you, the more that spark grew. You are such a beautiful person. Despite the hell you have been through, you never turned. You always did the right thing. You are the most amazing person I know, and I know for a fact that without you, I am lost. Please never leave me, and I promise I will never leave you. I love you, and I'm so glad I found you."
Now it is my turn to cry. Sam takes my face in his hands, and wipes my tears away with his thumbs.
Then Cas says:
"Mackenzie Tyler, do you take Sam Winchester to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"Absolutely" I say.
"Sam Winchester, do you take Mackenzie Tyler to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"Yes" He beams.
"Then you may kiss the bride." Cas finishes.
I throw my arms around his neck, and he lifts me up by my waist.
We kiss, maybe a little to long.
Dean's whistles and the rest of our friends clap and shout.
"Ladies and Gentlemen may I present to you: Mr. and Mrs. Sam Winchester!" Cas smiles.
Sam takes my hand and leads me back down the isle, and through the double doors.
Crowley stands just outside the boundaries of the church, carefully avoiding the hallowed ground, and unceremoniously chucks rice at me.
"Christo" I say, and laugh as he cringes.
...
Back at the bunker, I peel off my wedding dress and change into blue jeans and a tank top. We are going to be traveling, and I sure as hell don't want to wear that getup.
Sam watches me from the bed.
"What?" I say.
"Just watching my wife do stuff." He smiles.
"Well maybe my husband wouldn't mind dragging this suitcase out to out car for me?"
"Of course," he smiles, and jumps off the bed.
He carries the suitcases out of the room and I follow.
Dean is standing outside of our room pouting.
"We will only be gone a couple weeks." I smile. "Cheer up."
"But you get to go to the Grand Canyon, and I have to sit here and twiddle my thumbs."
"Oh you can drop the act. I know for a fact that as soon as we pull out of here you are gonna party."
"Duh." He agrees.
"You comin'?" Sam asks excitedly.
"Yes." I smile.
...
We are on our way, music blasting and windows down.
My spirits soar high as the fluffy white clouds, and Sam seems just as happy.
When we arrive at our room, I walk out onto the balcony and look over the canyon. Sam walks up behind me and slides his arms around my waist. He kisses me on the back of my neck, and I get all fuzzy inside.
I turn to him, and kiss his bare chest.
He picks me up and carries me back inside the room, and to the bed.
I breathe heavily as he pulls off my shirt, and I unbutton his pants. I run my fingers along the waste line of his boxers, and he shivers. I push him back on the bed and graze his torso with my lips. He gasps and pulls me on top of him, then he sits up so that I'm straddling him. He reaches behind me and unsnaps my bra deftly. I inhale deeply as he draws me in close to him. I put my arms around him, and kiss him enthusiastically.
He lays me on my back, and pulls my jeans off. I have on a black lace thong underneath, which he manages to remove with his teeth.
"It's nice to know it's no longer technically being blasphemous when we do this, now that we're married and all." I laugh.
"Oh I don't know... It's probably still going to get really blasphemous. You curse a lot when we..."
"Fuuuuck!" I groan, as he moves his head between my legs.
"Precisely." He smiles.
...
I wake up the next morning tangled up in the sheets.
"Need...pants..." I say.
Sam is up bright and early, as usual.
"Here" he smiles, and hands me a fresh pair from my suitcase. "Coffee?"
"You...are a god." I say, taking the Styrofoam cup out of his hands.
We were up most of the night...being blasphemous, and I feel bone dead tired.
"What time is it?" I ask groggily.
"Six-thirty" he answers.
"Why?" I reply.
"Well, time is based off of the position of the sun, so I guess the reason that it is six thirty is because the sun is-"I smack him hard with a pillow.
"Why are we awake at six thirty in the morning?!" I demand.
He laughs and places the pillow back on the bed neatly. "Because I want to watch the sunrise with my new wife."
I place my coffee on the nightstand, fall face forward onto the bed, and begin mock snoring.
"Haha very funny" he tosses a blanket over my shoulders and picks me up out of the bed. He carries me onto the balcony, and sits on a patio chair, still holding me in his arms.
I admit it is totally worth it as I watch the sun break over the horizon. It shines off of Sam's face, and he really does look like a god.
I sigh contentedly and rest my head on his shoulder.
...
Chapter Twelve, Part two
Dean:
I lay on the couch upside down, feet dangling off the back, and play air drums to AC/DC.
After the song ends, I sit up.
"Boooooooooored" I groan.
Mac and Sam have only been gone two days, but I hadn't realized how much I rely on them for basic entertainment.
Now they're off in Arizona makin' it and I'm stuck in this musty old bunker, bouncing off the walls.
Lame.
I grab the remote and start flipping through channels, but nothing's on so I give up and turn it off.
Suddenly there is a knock on the door. I get up to answer it, but nearly wipe out from the 'gettin up to fast' dizzies.
I finally reach the door to find Cas waiting.
"Hey Cas! Wanna go to a bar?" I ask before he is able to speak.
"Get Sam and Mackenzie," he replies. "I have a case for you all."
"They're still in Arizona... Do you have any actual concept of time?"
I say.
"Not really" he responds.
"I could call them..." I say.
"No, no… they are probably consummating their marriage." Cas smiles. "I'll be your hunting buddy this time."
"Cas don't say hunting buddy. It's weird. "
"You know what I mean." He says.
"Well I got nothing going on," I say "So I'm in."
I grab my duffel and head out to baby. I pat her fondly before getting in.
Cas slides in the passenger seat and shuts the door.
"Don't you want to know what we are hunting?" He says.
"Sure."
"So there has been a string of mysterious deaths in Colorado Springs, Colorado, and-"
"You don't have to say the Colorado at the end. Everyone knows Colorado Springs is in Colorado." I interrupt.
"Grouchy" he replies. "Anyway, I checked around and there is a connection. All the houses being hit were built by the same contractor."
"Good work Cas" I say, impressed that he put that together on his own. "How'd the contractor die?"
"Oh he isn't dead." Cas smiles. "That's the confusing part."
"How do you know he just isn't a serial killer then?" I ask.
"Well unless he is a serial killer that somehow knows how to liquefy someone's innards…"
"Ahh. Well then lets go to Colorado Springs." I say.
…
When we arrive, I walk into the hotel room with Cas. I feel a distinct since of loneliness because Sam and Mac aren't here.
Mostly because the nerds would have already researched the shit out of this, and know the next step. As it stands now, I have to be the brains of this outfit. Cas still isn't great with computers.
Really really Lame.
I open my laptop, and stare at the screen blankly. "Forget this, I'm calling the geek squad."
I pick up my phone, and dial Sam.
"Dean?" He answers breathlessly. "Everything ok?"
"I'm on a hunt, and I need you to check something out for me. Your laptop handy?"
"Isn't yours?" he replies, "I'm kind of…busy."
"You two are totally banging aren't you?" I say.
"Well this is our honeymoon…" He answers.
"Gimme the phone," I hear Mac say in the background. "Dean?"
"Yes."
"No more calling unless it is an actual emergency. Got it?" she asks.
"You're bossy." I say.
"Yes. Yes I am." She replies. "Now, you're a big boy, and you can do your own research. We are very very very busy."
I hear her giggle as she hangs up.
SUPER LAME.
I google the name of the contractor who built all the houses.
"It says here that he specializes in re-cycling from demolished houses. He reuses anything he can salvage. We need to talk to him. See what houses he used."
"See that wasn't so hard was it?" Cas asks.
"Don't make me punch you."
…
We walk up to a fancy office, the name on the door reads: Tyler Collins, HOUSE RECYCLING PROGRAM.
"Agent Cain, FBI, this is my partner Agent Archer." I flash my badge at a receptionist. "I need to speak to ."
"One moment." She says, looking me over like a piece of meat.
Ick.
Within a few minutes beckons Cas and I into his office.
He looks incredibly nervous. "I've already spoken to the local police about this case. Look, I know I built these peoples houses, but I swear I had nothing to do with their killings."
"We are just here for general information." I assure him. "We need to know whose demolished house you used in all these structures."
"Well, we used several different houses in the construction, but only one house was used in all the victims buildings."
"We are going to need any information you have on the previous owners, and the history of the house." I say.
"But there is no way that the previous owners are involved," he replies, "because they are dead. They were murdered in their house, that's how we ended up with it. No-one wanted to live in that house, so it was donated to us to tear apart and recycle."
"I understand. I'll still need the info though." I state.
"Yes sir." He walks back to a file cabinet and ruffles around for a moment, then he hands me a manila file folder.
"Thank you for your cooperation." I say, and we walk out of the office.
…
When we get back to the hotel room, I lie out all the information on the table, and read through it.
"So apparently the Murphy's were a good old fashioned suburban couple. They were killed during a robbery gone wrong. It has to be their spirits haunting the different buildings that their house became part of." I observe.
"Yes." Cas adds.
"Super helpful did I bring you along?" I sigh.
"For moral support, and because I am pretty kickass."
"Okay true." I consent. "It looks like there were seven houses built using parts of the murder house. There has already been six killings…I guess our next step is pretty obvious."
"To house number seven?" He asks.
"Yep."
…
That night I stake out house number seven, and Cas finds the Murphy's bones to salt and burn.
I wait and watch, trying not to fall asleep, when all of a sudden I see the porch light flickering.
"Shit" I say, as I grab my rock-salt shotgun.
I walk around to the side of the house, and find an unlocked window. After I shimmy it open, I climb through, and pull out me EMF detector. It beeps gently, spiking a little hear and there. The lights do not flicker anymore, and I am starting to think that it may have just been a normal electrical flicker the first time. I walk toward the kitchen, when all of a sudden the world goes black.
…
"Oughhhh…" I say as my eyes blink open. I look down at my wrists, and see that I am attached to a chair with purple fuzzy handcuffs. "What the hell?"
"I think I am the one who should be asking that question." Says a lady voice.
As my vision comes to focus, I see an immaculate black haired angel standing before me. On second thought maybe not an angel. Angels kind of suck.
Either way she is gorgeous. She has on a black nightie, with a pink robe over it, and she is holding a-
"Oh my god did you hit me with a frying pan?!" I ask.
"Did you break in through my window and beep conspicuously around my house?" she replies.
"Yes." I admit.
"Then yeah, I did." She states without remorse. "So did you find whatever you were looking for?"
"No. I didn't. But listen, this house is dangerous, you need to get out." I say.
"MMMMno." She replies. "What I will do is call the cops."
Suddenly the lights flicker in earnest, and my EMF detector squeals.
"SHIT, you gotta let me go lady." I shout.
"NO, what is that stinking noise?!" She barks back.
"Ok I know this sounds crazy, but its an EMF detector. It lets you know when something paranormal is about to go down, and believe me, it IS about to go down!" I promise.
"O my god you aren't lying." She says.
"No?" I reply.
"Then you must be nuts." She concludes.
"A little but that's not the point." I say.
Suddenly there is a steep temperature drop in the room.
"That skillet of yours wouldn't happen to be iron would it?" I ask.
"Yes?"
"Keep it handy." I order. "And you should really uncuff me."
"No."
The Murphys make their appearance in the kitchen doorway, and they look pretty mad about being dead.
"You sure you don't want to let me loose?" I say again.
"I'm rethinking it right about now..." She admits, as she riffles through her pockets for the key.
The Murphy's move toward us in unison, and I sigh. I yank hard, snapping the handcuff chains in half.
"Hey!" She says.
I reach over onto the counter and grab my shotgun.
"What's your name?" I ask, as I cock the gun and blast a hole through .
"Duck!" She shouts.
"Duck is a weird name..." I say.
I realize just in time she meant I needed to duck.
I drop as she whacks with her frying pan.
The ghostly couple is abated for the moment.
"My name is Tyranny Rae Lewis," she says. "What's yours?"
"Dean Winchester" I say, as I dig through her cabinets looking for salt.
"Don't you have any salt?!" I ask.
"Salt is unhealthy." She states matter-of-factly.
"Not in this case it isn't." I reply.
"There might be some in the back there." She points to a cabinet on my right.
I reach in the back and find an unopened tiny box of rock salt.
"Who doesn't use salt?" I ask incredulously.
"Healthy people" she sasses.
I pour the salt out, forming a small circle around Tyranny and I. We have to stand pretty close to both fit.
Don't leave this circle." I look down at her and command.
"Ok" she says.
The Murphy's prowel around the circle like rabid wolves, howling with rage.
"I don't have time for this nonsense," she complains. "I have a deposition tomorrow."
"Lawyer? Hot." I raise my eyebrows.
She gives me a mean look, and raises the skillet between our faces.
"Any time now Cas..." I say.
Suddenly the Murphy's burst into flame, and dissolve into the hardwood floor.
I heave a sigh of releif and step outside of the circle.
"What just happened?" Tyranny asks shakily.
"Well, you bought a house with recycled parts, some of which were haunted by that lovely ghost couple. My buddy Cas salted and burned their bones, that's why they are gone now." I explain.
"G-ghosts are real." She states, trying to come to terms with the revelation.
"And werewolves and vampires, and Bigfoot..." I add.
"Bigfoot?" She says.
"Well it's not been proven, but he's real dammit." I joke. She laughs nervously.
"In all seriousness," I add "buy some damn salt."
"Buy some? Try 'fill my walls with it'." She says.
I smile at her, then hold out my furrily clad wrists.
"Nice cuffs." I smile. "Do you mind?"
She turns red, and fishes the key out of her pocket.
She takes my wrist in her hand, and begins to unlock the cuffs. As soon as her skin touches mine, a million sparks explode inside my head.
The last cuff falls to the ground, and she looks up at me, with her big blue eyes.
Suddenly she puts her hands on the back of my neck, and pulls me down to kiss me.
I grab her waste, and lift her up. She wraps he legs around my hips, and continues to kiss me. I walk toward her couch, and lay her down on it. She runs her hands down my back, and grabs the bottom of my shirt, pulling it over my head. I slide her robe off, and throw it on the chair across the room.
Then she stands up, and guides me toward her bedroom.
She pushes me back on the bed, and climbs on top of me, straddling my lap.
"Holy hell" I say breathlessly.
She reaches down and unbuttons my pants, and I sit up.
I run my hands under her nighty and up her back, pulling the gown over her head.
I stare at her naked form in awe. She really is flawless.
I flip her over on her back and lean over her, and we kiss passionately. She kisses my collarbones and I groan.
I brush my lips down her neck and stop at her chest, causing her to arch her back.
I stop for a moment, and grab my phone out of my back pocket.
She nibbles my neck, making me jump as I text Cas:
Head back to the hotel. Meet you there in the morning.
...
I wake up in the morning, and momentarily forget where I am. I look over to my left and see Tyranny sleeping peacefully, and everything comes flooding back.
Wow.
"Tyranny?" I whisper.
"Hmmm?" She says and looks up at my face. I guess she momentarily forgets about last night too, because she screams and falls out of her bed.
"Owww" she says, and peeks back over the bed. "Ok so last night wasn't a dream?"
"Nope." I reply.
"Well then how does one kill a werewolf?" She asks, hopping back on the bed, and sitting cross-legged.
"What?"
"Well, I just found out that paranormal stuff is real, and I want to know how to protect myself." She replies. "So how do I kill a werewolf?"
"I tell you what, let me take you to breakfast, and I'll tell you anything you want to know."
"Deal." She smiles, and jumps out of bed to get dressed.
...
We walk along the sidewalk, each holding a much-needed cup of coffee.
"Don't you have a deposition or something today, Tyranny?"
I ask.
"Yeah right, like I can do lawyer stuff today." She says. "And by the way, call me Rae."
I smile. "Ok."
"So?" She says. "How do you kill a werewolf?"
"Silver bullet" I smile.
"Do you kill all the monsters the way the legends say?" She asks.
"Not all of them." I admit.
We sit on a park bench for hours. She drills me about monsters, and how to kill them, and I answer.
Suddenly Cas appears on the edge of the bench, nearly giving Rae a heart attack.
"What is he?!" She asks, after I calm her down.
"I am an angel of The Lord" Cas replies.
"Wait, angels are real too?!" She asks incredulously.
"Yep." I reply.
"Wow. This is a lot to take in..." she says.
"You are handling it pretty damn well." I encourage.
"I am wanted elsewhere Dean, are my services needed any longer?" Cas asks.
"Nope", I grin. "You did good, the Murphy's are long gone. Thanks buddy."
"You are welcome" he smiles, and vanishes.
"So you...what, hunt monsters, and hang out with angels?" She asks.
"Pretty much. My brother, sister-in-law and I hunt. They are away on their honeymoon, so I could stick around a while longer...if you want."
"I do." She smiles
...
I stand outside of Rae's door, clutching my duffel bag, wondering how it has been a week and a half already.
"I don't want you to go." She says, her big blue eyes misty with tears.
"I have to." I reply, "My family will be home tomorrow, and..."
"I know. Sorry." She says. "It's just that the thought of being alone again, after all I've found out...it's kind of scary. And…I'm really going to miss you."
"You could come with me!" I blurt out. "I mean people need lawyers in Lebanon too..."
"I...really?" She asks.
"Yeah." I say. "We live in a huge bunker. You could have your own room, and you can still practice law, and..."
"This is crazy..." she says, then she throws her arms around my neck, and kisses me enthusiastically. "I'm in!"
