Winchesters and Weddings

WARNING: smut, fluff

Rated: M

Forget what I said about it being a piece of cake, this was stressful! Sam and Dean kept insisting that the location of the wedding, and the decorations, and the food would all be perfect when the day comes, but I couldn't help but panic! And not to mention all of the dresses I tried on weren't "the one". I was beginning to think all those pretty brides on TV were lying until...I found it. It was the last pick that both my brothers went and found together.

Having my brothers help me with this meant so much to me, they didn't even look bothered to be here, if anything, they were enjoying themselves. How often do we get to enjoy something "normal"? The dress the two of them found was long, with white lace sleeves all the way to my wrists. The back of the dress was opened, showing a few scars I had earned, but I wore them with pride. The lace work covered my chest to my collar bones.

It pained me to tell Cas that he couldn't see the dress until the wedding, he couldn't understand that it was just a custom and no groom is ever happy about it. Until the wedding day( Sam and Dean wouldn't tell me when it was gonna be. Not even Bobby would spill!) I'd lay awake with my angel going on for hours about what usually happens during a wedding. He seemed excited and his wings would ruffle happily as we spoke.

One topic that I could see really affected him was that we were giving him the Winchester last name. I'd explained to him that at weddings, the bride generally takes the husband's last name, but Castiel didn't exactly have a last name. When I offered him the idea he lit up, looked at me with awe. He knew name giving was a sort of a big deal in marriage for humans, he took it graciously and in no way lightly.

I was awoken by my fiancé on one particular morning. He peppered sweet and quick kisses all over my face. Complimenting and whispering sweet nothings. His wings playfully flapped and spread over my bed.

"Cas? What are you doing?" I chuckled," do we have a case?"

He pulled back, shaking his head," not a case, a wedding." My eyes went wide and my blood ran cold.

"Today?!" I practically screeched.

"Shh," he cooed and placed a loving kiss to my forehead and one to my nose before looking me in the eyes," I trust that your brothers have everything under control, they usually do. You have nothing to worry about, my darling."

I felt my heart begin to slow at the comfort he shared," you do understand that I won't be able to see you for a few hours, right? It'll be murder for us both."

He nodded and sighed," I am painfully aware." He stated," but then again, when I do see you, you will be in a lovely dress, and we will be wed-" he sat beside me on the bed"- I must confess, I feel...anxious and...slightly ill."

I chuckle now and rested my head on his shoulder," it's normal. Pre-wedding jitters are a bit of the custom as well, I forgot to mention that bit. Sorry, angel." I pouted. I leaned up and place one last kiss on his lips, until I saw him later. This was really happening. Sam came to my room to collect me and I went with him.

Sammy drove me in the impala to a small church. He said that Dean and Bobby were already inside and that I would meet with them soon. I lost count of the many times I tried to tell Sam I was sick to my stomach, but he just laughed and told me it would all be okay. The moments that transpired were a blur, apparently Sam had helped me into the dress, and I'd done my make-up. I came to reality whilst I stared at myself in the vertical mirror. This woman in the white dress looked like a whole other person: a stranger to my eyes. This person staring back at me was normal. My mind started to wonder what this Julie would be like if she had a normal life. Was normalcy even something she would like?

"Please don't tell me you're having second thoughts," Sam's voice came from behind me. I looked at him behind me in the mirror, a faint smile on his face. The tux he wore was unlike the FBI garb we usually sported, this was...genuine. He had a beautiful small boutonniere pinned to the flap.

I nervously scoffed," of course not, I'm just..." I tried to think of the best word," worried. I know the people I love will do everything to stop my destiny from happening, hell, even I will, but," I turned to Sam behind me, away from the mirror," I can't help but feel my fate unwinding like it's supposed to."

Sam looked down to something in his hands, my bouquet," Julie, today is not the day to worry about fate or the apocalypse, today is about my little sister getting married-" he passed the flowers to me. They were beautifully colored dahlias"- everything else can wait, bug. Today, everyone is happy." He smiled warmly and told me I look beautiful. I blushed I couldn't believe I was actually getting married. Maybe something as merry as this, was needed right now.

The doors to my dressing room opened loudly, the booming voice of my other brother filling the room," there's the beautiful bride! I must say, you look breathtaking, princess." He stood before me with Bobby at his side. All of them wore lavish suits an boutonnieres," how you feeling?"

I scoffed," I feel so nervous I could be sick." My heart hadn't seemed to stop beating so rapidly.

Bobby nodded with a smirk," at least your holding up better than your angel. Damn kid popped all the lights in the room!" Yeash, I thought. I just want to go to him and end his suffering. I pouted at his words.

Dee kissed my forehead," you'll see him soon," he said and glanced at his watch," in about-ten-minutes soon," he looked back up to me," I gotta go stand by Feathers, see you out there princess!" I watched with my mouth agape as he skipped out, a jolly smile on his face. Today, everyone is happy.

Sam kissed my hair next," I'll be your bridesmaid, bug, see you out there." I felt my nerves crank up a notch at that. He left and Bobby held out his arm for me to take, he walked me through a door and through another one, where we waited for the music to begin.

"I'm sorry in advance, Juls, the only ones in the pews are me and Rufus," he told me sadly.

My brows softened," that's all I need, Bobbby." He gave a silent nod and we both had our gazes fixed on the wooden door before us.

"You're parents would've loved to have been here," he stated," they'd be real proud of you."

I blinked, not wanting to cry and ruin my make-up. I cleared my throat," I know." The tension in the air grew, as did my nerves. Where was the music?! At least I thought that was our cue to get going...

"Hey Bobby?" He hummed," at my funeral I want white flowers—don't let anybody where black—and don't let them play that sad-ass music!" I quickly instructed, feeling like I could pass out from the nervousness.

My surrogate father's laughter calmed me down some," you ain't dyin' Juls! Not on our watch," It sure felt like it. I felt my blood run cold when the organ started to play.

"Oh God..." I whispered. Bobby patted my hand, the wooden doors opened and we started to walk.

It felt like minutes had gone by, before I could look up from the red carpet. As I walked I was finally able to look to the alter, my angel stood there, clad in a wedding tux, minus the trench coat. A gorgeous stain glass sat behind him in the background, making him look even more divine. At first it felt like there were millions of eyes on me, but with a single look, only rows of empty pews stared back. After I captured Castiel's eyes it was hard to look away. I had even missed Bobby handing me off to him, placing my hands in his.

I don't know how, but he even decorated his wings. Little celestial jewels and gold chains adorned them. I found myself wanting, so bad, to run my fingers through the soft feathers, but thought better of it.

The minister began," Dearly beloved we are gathered here today in the sight of God to join this man, and this woman in holy matrimony. Not to be entered into lightly, holy matrimony should be entered into solemnly and with reverence and honor. Into this holy agreement these two persons come together to be joined." I nibbled my lip trying to fight the painful lump in my throat. I watched Castiel's ocean eyes begin to water and grow glossy.

The minister continued, every word rang in my head, I wanted to provide for Cas in such ways," Marriage is a sacred union between husband and wife and shall remain unbroken. It is the basis of a stable and loving relationship and is a joining of two hearts, bodies and souls. The husband and wife are there to support one another and provide love and care in times of joy and times of adversity."

"We are all here today to witness the joining in wedded bliss of Castiel and Julie. This joyous day celebrates the commitment and love with which Castiel and Julie start their lives together," I wondered if this minister thought something fishy was up with Castiel's name, but if he did he said nothing,"Through God, you are joined together in the most holy of bonds. Who gives this woman in holy matrimony to this man?"

"We do," Sam and Dean chorused. I couldn't help but let a tear slip, had things been different, it'd have been my parents saying that. I felt Castiel rub a thumb over my knuckles, sensing my sadness.

Now the time came for exchanging vows. I took a deep breath, listening to the minister and my...husband," Do you, Castiel, take Julie, to be your lawfully wedded wife and live together forever in the estate of holy matrimony? Do you love, comfort, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better or for worse for as long as you both shall live?"

I witnessed a tear streak down his cheek," I do," he spoke with such sincerity, taking this bond to heart, as it should be.

I sniffled and the minister turned to me," Do you, Julie, take Castiel, to be your lawfully wedded husband and live together forever in the estate of holy matrimony? Do you love, comfort, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better or for worse for as long as you both shall live?"

I smiled brightly, a dream coming true," I do." The minister went on to exchange the rings between us, we bore our silver rings on the proper fingers now. I couldn't stop the happy tears from falling, nor did I want to.

At last, the minister spoke the words I wanted to hear," I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride," he told Cas. Without needing to be told twice, we both leaned in and passionately, lovingly, and tenderly placed our lips onto the other's. The organ started up again along with the cheers and applause from my family. After a moment, their celebration faded, all I could focus on was Castiel. His wings had unfolded from their elegant position and wrapped around us like a cocoon, however, my family couldn't see them. Unfortunately, we had to pull away because I needed air: breathing just didn't seem as important at the time. I looked my husband in the eyes, feeling impossibly happy and lucky. Winchesters don't usually get this, what a privilege it is to hold a wedding with the love of your life.

Castiel and I sat in a pew with Sam. Dean, Bobby, and Rufus sat in the pew behind us. It was nearing midnight and we had the church all to ourselves, so it was safe to say that my brothers broke out the beer. Tonight was special, so I decided one bottle couldn't hurt. We all spoke, told stories, and laughed till our sides hurt, just the six of us.

Sammy sighed," another brother," he shook his head and sipped his beer," I hope you last longer than we ever did," he told Cas.

"Thank you, Sam," my angel told him. I was sitting between his legs in the pew, my head against his chest, with a warm wing draped over me," it feels...good having all of you as a family."

I yawned," blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb," I mumbled to no one.

I felt the wing wrap over me more in response," I wasn't created in a womb." My brows knitted, I had so many questions on that topic, but that was for another day, I was having trouble keeping my eyes open.

"Looks like your wife is falling asleep there, Cas. Better get to honeymooning before she sleeps through it," Dean teased, wagging his eye brows.

I still blushed," honeymooning? I didn't even know we were." I sat up and looked at Castiel," where to? I don't even have anything packed."

"It's what you would call a 'surprise', darling. I've already packed your bags, they're waiting for us," my husband informed me. I was even more confused. I would've been perfectly fine with no honeymoon, but this was unexpected. We stood and told the family goodbye. My brothers we the hardest to speak to.

"Remember, wrap it up, kids," Dean advised. I rolled my eyes and glared at him. He held his hands up in surrender," just be safe, princess." He softened and kissed my forehead. Sam repeated the action, both brothers getting a loving hug. Once we told everyone goodbye, Cas wrapped an arm around my waist, with the flap of his wings we were somewhere else. My jaw dropped, sleep disappearing instantly.

"Cas, where the hell are we?" I stared at a very very very large log cabin home. It had to be three stories, I was betting you could sleep in a different bed room every night!

"Alaska," he simply stated, watching my reaction.

I gasped and looked to him, thunderstruck," Alaska?! And who paid for this mansion?!" He was about to reply when I quickly used a finger to cover his mouth, deciding against it," you know what? I'd rather not know, we should just enjoy it, right?." I wrapped my arms around me from the cold staring back at the massive home.

I felt him wrap an arm around me," let's go inside: I'll show you around. According to the local weather, we're do for a snow storm." Internally I was all over the place in excitement. I mean, a log cabin in a very beautiful state, all alone with my husband, snow storms? What more could a girl ask for?

The inside of the the literal mansion was breathtaking. I don't know how or why we were able to stay here, but I did not want to find out. I didn't want this to be a dream I would wake up from.

Castiel let me pick our bedroom. Obviously, I picked the room that was attached to its own bathroom that harbored a jacuzzi in the middle of it. The jacuzzi could wait for tomorrow, but for right now, I needed to get all of this make-up off of me. I started the shower and shed my dress on the bed, ensuring that it would be more safe out there. Suddenly I got an idea as I looked from the running shower to my husband sitting on the bed, who fiddled with his ring with a smile on his lips.

I pursed my lips," d-do you uh...wanna shower with me?"I intended on more than just showering. He looked to me and caught my meaning in my eyes, I saw his jaw clenched and he cleared his throat.

"I would like that very much," he stood and walked over to me. I took his hand and led the way. I helped him shed his clothes and he helped me out of my undergarments. The steam in the room swam across my few of him.

"I know this is your first time with showers, do you trust me?" My breath fanned over his lips. I used the hand with the ring to cup his face and trail over his prickly beard.

"With my life," he agreed. I smiled and led him into the space. I backed him into the water, tilting his head back a bit to let the water cascade through his hair. His wings seemed a little cramped, but he made do. He hummed at the feeling he was experiencing.

"Feels good doesn't it, baby?" He hummed again, closing his eyes. Because this was his first time, this experience was about him. Once he was soaked I lathered some shampoo into his hair. His little whimpers of content made me feel good. He was enjoying this, that was all I could ask for. Once the shampoo was rinsed from his onyx hair, he turned to me with needy eyes.

"Now you," he grumbled. The atmosphere around us was heating with sexual tension. I gave him the shampoo and he repeated what I'd done to him. He delicately and diligently washed my hair. He was gentle and sweet, placing sweet kisses to my skin every now and then. It felt so good to have him just being there for me, just being this intimate. When my shampoo was washed out I grabbed the soap and lathered my body, thinking nothing of the action. I missed the dilation of his pupils as I now smoothed the soap over his chiseled body. He had an absolutely perfect physique.

I put the soap up, intending to rinse the both of us, but he turned me around, pulled me to his front. I felt his hard friend rub against my butt. I whimpered, need pooling in my own core. I watched him snake a hand down my front, landing it where I wanted him most. I moaned when his fingers began scissoring my folds. I leaned my head back in the crook of his neck. He brought his head down to kiss my mark and nibble my ear.

I gasped when I felt him plunge two fingers into me. He started to massage my insides at a delicious pace," you're so beautiful, my darling, my wife." I whined, needing more.

I rocked my hips on his fingers, silently telling him what I needed. I felt his chest vibrate in a chuckle," shh, baby we've got enough time here for each other. Let me make love to you as you deserve," he dug his fingers deeper and curled them up, rubbing my spot skillfully," I don't intend to mate you once," he whispered in my ear. At that I felt the knot in my stomach give and came around his fingers, my walls clenching him. I panted and turned to him, with dazed eyes.

I captured his lips with mine, our tongues dancing together. I let my back meet the wall of the shower, I glided his hands down so they were under my thighs. He caught on when I jumped and held me to him against the shower wall. Another dream was coming true for me: shower sex. I couldn't stop the giggle that betrayed me.

He noticed, chuckled as well, and pulled back," what is it, Julie?" He couldn't contain the smile in his face.

"I've always wanted to have sex in the shower. You keep making my dreams come true," I stared down those ocean eyes as they bore back into me.

"Your dreams are important to you, therefore they mean everything to me. I love you, Julie, with everything that I am," he rested his nose against mine.

"I love you too, Castiel, I don't know what I'd do if I lost you," I played with the hair at the base of his neck. I peck his lips sweetly before grinding my entrance teasingly over his cock. He growled. I prayed to him in that moment, I prayed that we make love as we never had before. Having heard my prayers, he stared deeply into my blue orbs while he entered me slowly. Stretching me in all the right ways.

In another situation I would have craved nothing more than to reach my climax, but this was about each other and helping the other feel pleasure. Together we soared to our orgasms, mouths on each other, agape and gasping for breath. I brought my hand back to tug on his feathers, making him gasp and head fall to my neck. There he nipped and peppered my skin with feather-light kisses. My undoing arose when he brought a hand down to massage the nub of my womanhood. Something about him painting my walls with his angelic seed felt different this time. I let it go, thinking it's just my nerves.

Needless to say, when the shower was finished, my husband and I were not. We had been at it for so long, that even my angel fell asleep. I had been the last to conk out, witnessing a beautiful smile on his lips. The final thought in my mind echoing: today, everyone is happy.