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Seamus wonders if Dean's sister, Sam, had thought this whole outdoor wedding in December thing through. The scenery is stunning, covered in a blanket of snow. Fresh snowflakes drift from the clouds, almost like Sam struck a deal with the weather. Lovely as it is, though, it is literally freezing, despite the heating charms he cast before taking his place next to his boyfriend. Still, Dean stands tall and proud and doesn't say a word, so Seamus follows his lead.
"You ever think Sam would be the first married?" Seamus asks, adjusting Dean's bow tie.
Dean snorts and shakes his head. "I always figured she'd be the one the punch anyone who asked her."
Dramatic as it is, Seamus is inclined to agree. Sam has always been a tough one. Even so, she found someone, and he's never seen her look so happy.
The piano starts up. Seamus watches in silence, unable to keep himself from grinning as the wedding party makes their way down the aisle. Sam is the last, escorted by Dean's stepfather. She is lovely in her white silk gown, enough to render the whole crowd breathless.
"That's my sister," Dean whispers, squeezing Seamus' hand. "Look at her, Shay! Look!"
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The reception, at least, is indoors. Seamus happily sips a cup of hot cocoa, grateful to finally be out of the cold once again. The drink feels so good as it goes down, spreading its warmth all through his body.
"What do you think?" Dean asks. 'Think we'll ever get married?"
Seamus grins. "Your mum's pestering you again, huh?"
"She insists you make an honest man out of me," Dean teases, leaning down and pressing a chaste kiss to Seamus' lips.
It isn't that they don't want to get married. Seamus loves Dean more than anything in this world. Unfortunately, his family still doesn't know the truth, and he has been struggling to find the words to tell them who he really is. It hasn't been easy. Every time he's tried, the words would stick in his throat, refusing to come out.
Dean takes his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. He understands, and Seamus is grateful that he doesn't have to struggle to explain it. Around Dean, he can just be Seamus, and they can just be so ridiculously in love, ring or not.
"I'll be a dishonest man as long as I need to be," Dean mutters, leaning a little closer. "As long as I get to be your man."
"Always," Seamus assures him.
He can't imagine it any other way. As long as he has Dean in his life, nothing else really matters.
