a/n sorry for the lateness of this chapter. Work has decided to swamp me with more hours. Hope you enjoy =)

Rachel sat in her classroom fiddling with her white dress. It was probably not the fanciest place for a bride to prepare, but it seemed the most appropriate inside the church. Someone from the faculty had gathered drawings from her students, current and previous, congratulating her and taped them all over the walls. Her favorite was from a girl in last year's class asking to say hi to Minnie Mouse for her. They made her smile and quiver; how did this day come so fast? She glanced over to the clock ticking down. "It's almost time," Lucy grinned working some extra touch ups to her makeup. "Getting nervous?"

"I'm way passed that," she murmured holding in the mess of nerves. Fear and pure exhaustion does not make a great combination. She hadn't slept a wink the previous night at Beth's house. Her mind kept spiraling in every way that could go horribly.

"Just remember things going wrong today only make the best stories."

"Well I've already got one story in," Rachel trembled.

"I still can't believe Beth actually locked you up last night. I know she wants to do a Cinderella thing for your wedding, but damn."

"Yeah, me neither." That was another thing that kept her up. Beth had taken the whole 'groom shouldn't see the bride' thing way too seriously. And according to her that also included that she couldn't talk to Sam, even when she was troubled. So she stole her phone, then to make sure she couldn't try to steal them back after lights out, which was her plan, she literally locked her in the guest room for the rest of the night. Not only was she nervous for the big day, cut off from her Snuggle Moose, but was trapped in a confined space which she discovered back at the bunker was a big triggering phobia. The only thing that got her though the night in one piece was clinging to one of Sam's plaid shirts she borrowed before she left.

Lucy had come to her rescue in the morning giving her a ride to the church. They were supposed to get there early to do her hair and makeup but instead she let Rachel take a nap until Beth arrived making a fuss they were off schedule. "Alright, you're beautiful," she grinned putting back her brushes.

"Thanks," Rachel gave her a little smile back and glanced back at the clock. Getting closer.

"Now if only I could save this dress," Lucy grunted. Since Beth couldn't get Rachel to pick a blue wedding gown, it was the bridesmaid's color; with puffy with tulle to no one's surprise.

"You look fine."

"Not too hideous?"

"It looks fine to me."

There was a knock on the door and Beth peeked in with her daughter on her arm. "The guests are settling in. We'll be starting soon."

"Okay," they said in unison.

"By the way, Sam's family has some weird traditions. I've never heard of using salt lines for good luck."

Rachel let out a much needed chuckle as Beth left. "Guess that means we'd better get your veil on." Lucy slipped on the tiara and evened out the thin fabric around her head. "Alright, we've got your mother's old sash, the new dress, Beth's borrowed tiara, just need something blue. Ah ha!" Lucy grabbed an end of her own dress and ripped a bit of tulle off, tucking it against her shoulder. "And now you're covered," she grinned handing over the white and blue bouquet.

Few minutes later, Beth returned saying it was time to go. They had to go through a side door and around front from the outside to avoid the sanctuary. Sam, his groomsmen, Reverend Callahan, and her mother we're already inside as she approached the door. Beth handed over Paisley to Lucy along with a small basket of flowers so she could walk in ahead not being the maid of honor. Lucy then followed helping the baby throw flowers down the aisle. There was a collective awe as they walked in followed by their youngest cousin Lewis as ring bearer. All that was left in the lobby was her and her father fighting back tears. "You look lovely honey. I'm so happy for you."

"Thanks dad." The music changed announcing it was her turn. She took a deep breath and gripped his arm. Here we go.

As soon as she took the first step, she felt every set of eyes on her. Before her were rows and rows of full pews. Did they really invite this many? They had elected not to do the usual bride side/ groom side for obvious reasons, so the guests were mixed amongst each other. Most of the crying smiling faces were her family, friends, and church goers, but sporadically throughout the crowd were people she had never seen before; a gangly guy with the goofiest grin she had ever seen, a woman with pixy black hair in a cocktail dress, and a redheaded girl about her age crying the hardest out of the strangers. Rachel figured they were Sam's friends and it made her happy to know some could come.

All of the eyes started getting to her and she turned her focus ahead. And there was Sam, literally glowing with joy. Beside him was proud big brother Dean and Castiel who very obviously wasn't sure what he was supposed to be doing. The other side was Beth and Lucy, still figuring out how to look dignified in her dress. Her father gave her away and sat down beside her mother holding a fussing Paisley. Lucy took her bouquet and Sam took her hands. "Hey beautiful," he whispered over the finishing music.

The ceremony was quick and joyous. This was the first wedding Reverend Callahan was officiating since joining the church and he did not hide his excitement over it. Most of his words passed in one ear and out the other to Rachel who was trying not to completely break down crying, nor to notice all the people watching her. "Just focus on me," Sam whispered sensing she was uneasy and held her steady. Up close she the fatigue around his eyes, he hadn't slept last night either. She wondered if Dean locked him up as well and the thought made her chuckle, which made Sam smile more, which made her smile more.

Lewis brought the rings foreword, two silver bands, the outside engraved "omnia diligaris," all my love in Latin. Inside looked like textured marking but was in fact tiny inscriptions of every warding spell the engraver could get on. Loved and protected, nothing summed them up better. Sam took the smaller one. "I Sam, take thee Rachel, to be my wife. To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, and I promise my love to you forevermore." He slipped it on her finger.

Rachel took the larger one. "I Rachel, take thee Sam to be my husband. To have and hold, in sickness in health, for richer or for poorer, and I promise my love you forevermore." Then she slipped it on his ringer.

"By the power vested in me by our Lord, I know pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." To enormous applause Sam leaned down as Rachel rose to her tiptoes for a deep passionate kiss. The thin wall holding all her emotions back broke down letting loose tears of joy. Sam kissed those away too.

Once they broke free, Sam took her arm and led the recessional out. At the front door they took family photos of every combination. Her family, his brother, them mixed together, groups of aunt, uncles, and cousins, grandparents, it went on forever it seemed. Guests congratulated them as they left heading to the reception. A few others stuck around to watch Sam assist her and the dress inside the impala Dean allowed them to borrow and drive off.

They drove a few blocks down onto an empty street before Sam pulled over. "Um, what are we doing here?" Rachel asked looking around.

"We have a little time, figured we could use a moment," he grinned unbuckling their seatbelts and pulling her onto his lap.

"Beth's going to be pissed if we're late."

"It's our day; we can do whatever we want." They kissed again, this time with far more longing of how they truly felt. He was careful though not to ruin her makeup, there were still more photos to take. "You truly do look stunning today."

"You're not too bad yourself. Nothing sexier than a man in a good suit."

Sam grinned, pulling her back to his lips. "So how does it feel being Mrs. Winchester?"

"It's pretty awesome right now." She snuggled against his chest soaking in his warmth. "I missed you last night."

"Worrying about today, or Beth?"

"Bit of both. Mostly wishing you were there."

"You could have called."

"Beth stole my phone."

"The bitch."

Rachel chuckled, and took in a sigh of relief. She enjoyed the quiet moment together before they had to rejoin the party.

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Anything," Rachel replied.

"Have you been stealing my shirts?"

"N-no. What are you talking about?" she blushed.

"After you left I noticed someone had gone through my dresser. You wouldn't know anything about that?"

"No," she lied poorly. "Maybe Dean needed an extra shirt."

"Uh huh," he chuckled. "Ready to face the rest of the party?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

They drove the rest of the way with her still on his lap. As they pulled up Beth started to run out fuming but Lucy caught her as pushed her back inside. "How late are we?"

"Three whole minutes, the nerve of you two" Lucy laughed rummaging through her handbag. "Sam you've got red on you." She handed him a tissue to wipe off the lipstick and touched her up real fast. "Alright love birds, let's go."

Everyone applauded as they entered; blinded temporarily by a barrage of camera flashes. Lucy snuck around behind them staying out of the photos best she could. An orchestral version of "A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes" played as they blinked their eye sight back. It was here in the reception where Beth was allowed to go full out. Everything was blue and white with pumpkin carriage center pieces and glass slipper flower vases. The walls were decorated to look like a castle and blue streamers hung from the chandelier across the ceiling with blue bird pins looking like they carried them.

The applause and lights went on as they waved and headed to their table with Dean, Cas, Lucy, and Beth. As soon as they sat down everyone clinked their glasses for them to kiss, which they happily did. Dean stood up once everyone was settled. "I guess I should get this over with," he chuckled unfolding a crumbled napkin from his pocket. "I apologize in advance, I wasn't told I was supposed to be giving a speech until very recently." He shot a glare at Sam. "So bare with me here. Sam and I pretty much grew up on our own. Our dad worked odd hours in a job that made him drag us across the country, he wasn't always around and we didn't have many friends so we just had each other to annoy. We were raised in the back seat of his car playing punch buggy till we made our arms red and shoving toys in all the nooks and crannies. Hell, I've rebuilt that car so many times and I've still haven't found all the Lego bricks."

That got a good chuckle from the crowd.

"It was always my job to look after my dumb baby brother, which usually meant we got into all kinds of trouble. Whether it was setting off fireworks on the Forth of July or trying to find the adult channels on motel TVs, we had our own little world where we could whatever we wanted; as long as Dad wasn't around. Yet despite all my best efforts, Sammy boy here somehow turned out alright. All on his own he became one of the most knowledgeable guys I've known. I mean he can read ancient Latin, who does that?

On the flip side, his experience with the ladies hasn't been so great. I won't bore you all with the details but there have been a few questionable choices down the road. So when I first heard about this Rachel girl, I was a bit skeptical and switched into protective mode but right away I could tell this was different. She wasn't after anything or trying to use him; it was pure love. The kind of care and affection I haven't witnessed since our mother died. I've never seen my brother so happy our whole lives and Rachel hasn't thrown us out yet, so I'm assuming she's happy too. Sam, I am so proud and happy for you, and Rachel I'm honored to now call you my sister. Congratulations you two. Don't wreck my Baby on the honeymoon."

The crowd laughed as they raised their glasses and drank the champagne. Sam and Rachel stood up and hugged Dean. "Was that okay?" he whispered to her.

"It was perfect," she smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

As they sat down her father got up raising his own glass. "If you wouldn't mind I'd… I'd like to say a few words." He was already sobbing having a hard time speaking. "I-I just cannot believe both of my lil' angels are all grown up and married. And-and I'm so happy for you and Sam and I pray everyday that you'll have a wonderful life filled with nothing but joy and… and… I'll stop now before I embarrass you further." He sat back down completely red even after Rachel ran over to hug and kiss him, now crying as well.

The food was brought out and some causal music came on while everyone chatted. It all looked delicious but Rachel found it was difficult to get more than a few bites in before someone came over to congratulate them. She'd smile and thank them and then try to get as much in before the next guy arrived. The scrawny guy she saw earlier came up and without warning snapped her into a super tight hug. "It's so nice to meet you!"

"Oh uh, hi. It's nice to meet you too… um."

"This is Garth," Sam introduced. "He's a hugger."

"I can see that," she laughed. "So I figure you're another hunter."

"Well I was, not anymore. Settled down with my old lady like Sam's doing. We've worked together a few times though. Actually we met right after his first marriage."

Rachel slowly turned her head to her reddening husband hiding behind his champagne glass. "You've been married before?"

"It… it wasn't serious; not even a full week. It was Vegas and I was roofied on a love potion."

Rachel nodded and let it go, but she definitely had questions for later. Garth left and a few more cousins and odd relations came to give their blessings, including Reverend Callahan who thanked her again for letting him officiate and being so kind to him since his arrival. More pictures were taken, though it felt like they waited until he was mid bite when the cameras went off. Beth interrupted every time someone mentioned the decorations or theme, making it very certain that it was all her doing. "Castiel is there something wrong with your food?" she asked noticing he hadn't touched anything.

"I don't eat," he said flatly.

"Oh, are you on a diet? No one told me."

"No."

Beth glared at him rather annoyed but Rachel didn't mind, more food for her to have. "So Castiel, do you work with Sam and Dean?" Lucy asked.

"I have on several occasions."

"Is that how you guys met."

"We met when I raised Dean from perdition."

"Oh, that's cool… I think."

The pixy haired lady came by as they were halfway through the plate. Sam and Dean both rose to hug her and they laughed over an inside joke Rachel couldn't make out over the music. "Rachel this is Sheriff Jody Mills."

"It's nice finally meet you," Jody shook her hand. "Been keeping these boys out of trouble?"

"Trying to."

"Yeah, they don't make it easy," she laughed. "They ever get out of hand, you give me a call you hear."

"Sounds good," she smiled. She wanted to talk to them more but the DJ announced it was time for the first dance. The crowd gathered around the floor readying their cameras and they stepped out. They chose a cover of "Can't Help Falling in Love" for there first dance as husband and wife. Sam wrapped one arm around her waist and the other holding her hand as they waltzed across the floor. Rachel looked up to him still glowing with joy but with an uneasy smile. "Everything okay?"

"Trying not to step on you."

She laughed. "Rather I stand on your toes and dance like a child?"

He chuckled and rested his chin on her head. "Having a good time?"

"Yeah," she sighed, glancing at the crowd. Most of the faces were a blur as they spun yet she could still make out Dean and Beth and her parents. A few people stayed at their tables and one suited man was leaning against the bar. He turned when as she faced him, raising his glass. Rachel tensed up recognizing him. "Sam. Crowley."

"Where?"

"Bar."

They turned around still dancing for Sam to see. "I got him."

"What do we do?"

"Act casual. When this is done, Dean and I'll take care of it."

"How did he get in?" Like at the church they laid out a salt line around the place.

"I don't know."

As the music wound down, he kissed the top of her head and everyone applauded. Sam and her crying father traded places as they began the daddy/daughter dance. Everyone found it so cute and sweet they didn't notice Sam and Dean slip behind and drag Crowley outside. Rachel tried to act normal the whole song while keeping an eye on the boys.

"Wasn't that sweet, ladies and gentlemen?" The DJ said. "Now let's get the groom and his mother out on the floor." An awkward hush surged though the crowd as the music stared but no one came out. Those who know better looked around uncomfortably, but Mrs. Nowak stepped out to relieve the awkwardness. Quickly however everyone noticed Sam was missing. "I'll find him," Rachel announced and ran to the back door. She just missed Crowley vanish as she stepped outside. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," Dean grunted frustratingly. "Just a party crasher."

"They started the mother/son song and my mom is looking for you."

"Sorry. I'll be right there." Sam slinked back to the dance floor while Rachel stayed behind helping Dean kick the broken salt line back together. "Anything we need to worry about?"

"Just him being an ass."

They got back before the dance was over. Everyone was laughing and smiling as they watched Sam trying to keep up with her enthusiastic movements. Best if they stayed ignorant the King of Hell was here.

After they finished other guest came out on the floor and danced as the mood picked back up. The three of them stayed on alert just in case, but it appeared they were in the clear for the moment. While they were free of any obligation for the moment, Rachel ran back to the food still starving. Weeks of deciding over entrées and it seemed a waste of time if she didn't get to eat any of it. She groaned when someone tapped her shoulder pulling her away yet again. She turned to see another of Sam's guests, the red headed girl she assumed was Charlie. "May I have this dance?" she asked sweetly to Rachel's surprise.

"Yeah, sure." She cleaned off her hands and headed back out on the floor. The music was upbeat and they mostly danced around each other. "It's nice to finally meet you. Sam's told me a lot about you."

Charlie blushed. "Really? Good things I hope. Same back at you. Last time I was at the bunker he wouldn't shut up, not that I didn't mind. It's nice seeing Sam catch a break."

Rachel smiled and let herself let loose a little. In the corner of her vision she could see some of Beth's friends trying to get Castiel to dance with them. They're determination made her laugh. "Have you been to their bunker?" Charlie asked.

"Once. I found out I was claustrophobic there."

"That sucks."

"It's fine. You should see the house he's been working on."

"Oh, no. I wouldn't want to intrude."

"You won't be. I wouldn't mind getting to know Sam's friends more."

"Just be careful, what you offer. I might never leave."

Rachel shrugged. "Well that just means I'll have someone to watch Game of Thrones with when Sam's busy."

A light flickered in Charlie's eyes; they were now best friends.

While the cake was being brought out, they decided to toss her bouquet and guarder. One of Beth's friends Lisa caught the flowers and Dean caught her guarder, which he was excited about for a moment but the

While the cake was being brought out, they tossed her bouquet and guarder. One of Beth's friends Lisa caught the flowers and Dean caught her guarder which he was excited about for moment then a little creeped out remembering it came from his brother's wife.

The cake was in line with the rest of the Cinderella theme; blue and white with a pumpkin carriage decals and a wedding topper of the Disney Princess and her Prince Charming painted to look more like the newly weds. They kept tradition of smudging the cake in each other's faces to everyone's enjoyment, especially when she kind of missed and mostly nailed his chin. The cake was super sweet, even more so on an empty stomach. Rachel was still hungry, but unfortunately cake was all that was left.

As the day faded out and the music wound down, it was time to go. The last round of goodbyes were said and well wishes on the honeymoon. As Rachel headed towards the door Sam was in the corner on his phone. He hung up as she wrapped her arms around him. "Who was that?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing."

"More Crowley troubles?"

He shook his head. "Ready to go?"

They waved goodbye and drove off in the impala heading to the new house. Sam kissed her at every red light, holding her hand the entire way. "Good day?"

"The best."

"Everything you wanted on your wedding day?"

"And more."

"Good."

"And what about you?"

"It was perfect."

"Your friends are cool. We should invite them around more often."

"I think Charlie wants to steal you from me."

"Why would she do that?"

"Well we did stop her from hooking up with a fairy."

"Your lives are weird." They laughed until her stomach grumbled so loud. "I'm so hungry; can we stop at a drive thru?"

"Nope."

"Why not?" she cried.

"Because I already ordered pizza."

"I fucking love you."

When they got home Sam carried her through the threshold of the mostly completed house. He carried her up the stairs to their will-be bedroom. Inside was a makeshift bed he laid her on, his laptop, and their luggage already packed for when they finally get up the next day and head out. "I'll be right back," he kissed and went out to grab the beer and pizza.

When he got back he helped her out of her wedding dress, kissing the indents the corset left on her skin. Although he had never found taking off a suit difficult, she insisted an extra pair of hands were required. The fancy clothes were tossed aside as they slipped into something more comfortable. They bundled up and tangled together on the mattress with the computer and food close at hand. "So what movie does my darling wife want to watch?"

"I don't know. Dealer's choice dearest husband."

The foreign terms made them chuckle. Sam clicked a random file and as it started up he made sure she was secured against him. They ate and drank in comforting bliss, settling in rest of their lives.