Note: Once again, sorry for the wait. Also, just a reminder since it's been a while, Katie is Dean's daughter and Jenny is Sam's daughter.

Anything But Normal

Part 25

Present Day

"I'm sorry." Liz said. Sam just left. He and Dean had been going over plans before they leave tomorrow. Liz sat on the desk of Dean's office, which was cluttered with papers, newspaper clippings, and pictures of his family. "It's just...It's hard not to flip out, Dean. Hunting the odd demon here and there is one thing, but Azazel? You know what he's done to our families. I never want Katie to go through that."

"You think I don't know that, Lizzie? I'm going so that she doesn't ever have to live the way we did. I don't want to ever have to teach her to shoot first, ask questions later. It's bad enough that she can't sleep without salting her doors and windows. I don't ever want her and Jenny digging graves." Dean said firmly.

"I know. I just flipped out."

"Yeah, well I probably should've told you." Dean reasoned.

"Definitely should've told me." Liz corrected.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Okay, definitely. Are we good now?"

Liz reached up and kissed him. "Is that a yes?" Dean asked. Liz didn't respond, instead kissing him again only breaking apart to pull Dean's shirt off. "That's definitely a yes." Dean grinned.

April 2008

Liz stood in front of a mirror staring at herself.

"It looks great." Sam said.

"Really? You don't think it looks trashy?" Liz turned to him.

"Of course I don't, Liz."

"It's short."

"It's Dean. The shorter, the better in his world. Do you like it?"

"Yeah, I love it, actually." Liz turned back to the mirror. She stood in the shop wondering if she could really marry anyone in this. It wasn't a bridal gown. It was a short, white, babydoll dress. It fit her like a glove. The top didn't reveal too much but just enough, and it reached down to mid-thigh.

"You know you didn't have to come, Sam."

"Yeah, but I want to help."

"With picking out a dress?"

"It's you, Liz. You can't make decisions about this stuff on your own, and Jo won't be here until tonight." Sam smiled.

It was true. She was having a tough time making the decision. She wondered if each one looked slutty or trashy or gaudy or like it belonged to someone's grandmother. Sam was probably keeping her sane.

"Thanks for being here, Sam."

"Not a problem. Now you love this dress."

"Yeah."

"So buy it, Liz. You could do the Britney Spears ripped jeans and trucker hat look if you wanted to. Dean would still gladly marry you."

Liz smiled and went back into the dressing rooms. She came out in her jeans and Zepplin t-shirt with the white dress in her hands. She sat down next to Sam on the couch outside the dressing rooms. "Sam, can I ask you a question?"

"Go for it."

"Is it wrong that I'm marrying Dean when I told Gavin that I basically never wanted to get married?"

"Do you want to marry Dean?""

"Yeah."

"Would you have married Gavin if you knew it was one of his last dying wishes?"

"Yeah."

"Then it isn't wrong Liz. Far from it."

Liz and Sam returned to the motel on the edge of the Las Vegas strip.

"Did you find a dress?" Dean asked.

"Yes." Liz said pointing to the black bag she was holding with a hanger poking out through the top.

"Can I see it?"

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"It's bad luck...I think. I have trouble remembering all the superstitions, but either way I'm not risking it. I don't want anything getting in the way of our week without demons." Liz was referring to the deal she and Dean made. No hunting in Vegas. They hadn't gone that long without even looking for a hunt in a while.

"Fine. I won't she you my tux."

Liz laughed. "I think I'll live. I'm just shocked that you went out and bought a tux."

"I had to talk him into it." Sam told her.

Liz rolled her eyes as she hung the dress up in the closet.

There was a sudden banging on the door. "Sam Winchester, open the damn door!"

Sam rushed to the door to open it . The door swung open to reveal a worried and pissed off Sarah. "What the hell?" she asked.

"Let's go outside." Sam walked with her out to the parking lot and leaned against the Impala. "What are you doing here, Sarah?"

"I wanted to see you. That message you left freaked me out. 'Hey, Sarah. I'm in Vegas with Liz and Dean. I might be out of touch for a few weeks. If you don't hear back from me in a few weeks, then I'm probably gone.' What reaction did you expect Sam? Tell me what the hell made you leave a message like that, telling your girlfriends that you might be dead in a few weeks!?"

"You know my job."

"Yeah, I do and I know that you've been on at least fifteen hunts since I got together with you. Never have you ever left a message like that before."

Sam sighed. "Dean is gonna die. I have to save him. I might die in the process." Sam went on to explain the whole deal. Everything spilled out while Sarah stood there with a look of shock on her face.

"Oh my god." she said what he finished.

"Yeah, Dean just told Liz. That's why we're here. They're gonna get married tonight."

"Wow."

"Wanna be my date?"

"Well it's a wedding, and you're my girlfriend. Will you be my date?"

"Seriously? You tell me all about how you might die trying to save your brother from hell and then you ask me out?"

"Well...yeah." Sam shrugged.

"Okay."

That night Sam was standing with Dean as he waited for Liz to walk down the aisle. The chapel was very simple. Liz made sure Elvis didn't marry them. White walls, wooden benches. Cheap fake pale pink flowers were tied to the end of each bench. Sarah, Ellen, and Bobby all sat on the benches.

Dean looked pale. "This is the right thing to do, right?"

"You love her?" Sam asked.

"Yeah."

"Then yeah, it's the right thing." Sam said, "By the way, I love you Dean. You're my brother."

"Dude no chick fl–" Dean started.

"But if you hurt Liz I'll beat your ass." Sam cut him off.

"Thanks for those encouraging words."

"You can do this, Dean. You've been in love with Liz a long time."

"It's been less than a year."

"Please, Dean. You wouldn't stop talking about her for weeks after we left North Dakota. You actually left Dad and ran to be with her the first time she called you when her apartment was haunted. You'd never been on a hunt by yourself before. You even remembered her. You wouldn't remember a random girl that you spent two days with years ago unless she meant something."

"You knew I was in love with her all this time?"

"It's kinda obvious." Sam told him. "Now Liz is gonna walk down that aisle in a minute, and you're gonna stop doubting this. You're going to get married because you are head over heels in love with that girl."

Jo, Liz's bridesmaid, began to walk down the aisle in a pretty red dress carrying white roses. She was followed by Liz. Her hair cascaded down her back in soft curls and the front pieces were pulled out of her face. She wore just a bit of makeup.

Most of the ceremony was a blur. It was short, only about ten minutes long. Five years later, Liz would only vaguely remember handing her bouquet to Jo. Dean would barely remember sliding the silver band onto Liz's hand. They would both remember the kiss though. The older man that was marrying them got through the vows. "You may now–" Dean didn't wait any longer to take Liz's face in his hands and kiss her. They didn't break apart for a good few minutes when Sam cleared his throat.

Dean turned around. "Get a cough drop, Sammy." He turned back and once again kissed his wife.

A/N: Well that only took forever! Between internet problems and school, I haven't been able to update. But school is over in two days! So I'll be updating regularly. I've got almost all of it on paper, just needs to be typed. There are only five chapters left, so it should be finished in the next few weeks. As always, let me know what you think! Questions, comments, complaints. I'll take em all! Thanks for reading.