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Chapter two
Dean and Sam stood at the end of the aisle, next to their creepy step-grandmother. Dean couldn't help but smile at what he just did, and how these people would react. John was delighted, waiting for his bride to walk down the aisle.
"Ahhh!" a horrified shriek sounded from the bride's dressing room, "MY DRESS!" luckily, Bonnie has waited until the last minute to get into her wedding dress. She ran out in front of the crowd, holding up what looked to be a floor mopping rag, but was once a wedding dress. A ragged zigzag pattern was cut halfway up the dress, the puffed, white sleeves torn off it. The dress looked like something a rock star would wear to a concert, only a bit too lacy. "LOOK AT MY DRE-ESS!" Bonnie sobbed, loudly and dramatically. Everybody gasped, shock overtaking the excited faces. Dean bit his lip to stop himself from laughing, and put his hand over Sam's mouth to make sure Sam wouldn't laugh either.
John ran over to his fiancée, wrapping his arms around her, to comfort her. She wept into John's shoulder, staining his formal, black tuxedo. John's face paled, matching Bonnie's, looking very similar to the expression on Sam and Dean's faces when they were informed that he was getting married. Dean was pleased, but not satisfied. He really hoped this wasn't the end of the wedding yet, because he really wanted for his second wedding gift to his dad and step mom, to be revealed and enjoyed.
"Bonnie, darling!" Harley rushed to her sister's side, taking the hideous dress out of her trembling hands. "It's alright! We'll figure this out later, but in the mean time, the wedding must go on!"
"How can it go on? Somebody ruined my dress!" Bonnie gurgled through tears.
"Come Bonnie," Harley took the bawling bride by the hand, "Let's get you dressed into something else. We still have the example of the old bridesmaid dress, and that could work." They went back to the dressing room, Bonnie attempting a smile through her running makeup.
Surprisingly, John didn't say anything to his sons. He didn't even look at the as he went back to his position at the end of the aisle. The audience played along, all happy and excited as if nothing has happened. Dean was counting seconds 'till the bride came out again.
Bonnie stood at the beginning of the long walkway down to her soon-to-be husband; and waited for the music to play.
"The music! It won't turn on," the man in charge of the music shouted.
"Go on without it," Harley insisted. Bonnie listened to her sister, started making her way down the flowered-spotted aisle.
"Oh, there, I think it's working," the relieved man whispered, pointing to the CD player. Bonnie was halfway down the aisle.
What came now didn't sound at all like the song Bonnie selected for her walk down the aisle. It came from the middle, to make a clear point: "I'm on the highway to hell! On the highway to hell!" AC/DC's song blared ear-splittingly, echoing through the enormous room. This time, Bonnie's face wasn't pale. It was indeed very red, similar to the red roses lined along the aisle, showing both extreme embarrassment and anger, as she wailed, over-screaming the music.
"Sorry! Sorry! Wrong CD! Sorry!" desperately cried the person in charge of the music. He turned it off, apologizing non-stop.
"Go on," Harley frowned, "If somebody wants to ruin your happiness this badly, it will drive them crazy.
"You're right," Bonnie smiled, and continued.
Harley was right. This was driving Dean crazy, although he and Sam were in a much better mood. Dean seen how easy it was to upset Bonnie, and nice future was already planned out in his head for her and his dad.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join together John and Bonnie in marriage." Pastor Jim uttered. Even though this wedding wasn't religious, being John's good friend, Pastor Jim insisted on doing the part of the speaker.
"Bonnie, do you take this man as your wedded husband?"
"I do," her voice was more dramatic and tear-filled than it's been all day.
"John, do you take this woman as your wedded wife?" Pastor Jim eyed John carefully. He didn't want to upset his friend, but also being a hunter, he could tell something was wrong with Bonnie.
"I do," John answered happily.
"You may –" Pastor Jim paused, "Oh! I almost forgot something!" the newlyweds looked at each other in curiosity, John hoping that this had nothing to do with the disasters that had been happening all day. "If anybody in this room has any reason that these two should not be joined together, please speak now or forever hold your piece." A hush filled the room, followed by two cold, rough words.
"I do," the voice that spoke wasn't Dean's. It wasn't Sam's either. The voice came from a female…
