They went to City Hall the next morning. Dean thought they should postpone it since the bride had died a few hours before, but Y/N insisted, telling him bluntly "You ain't getting out of this so easy. I came back from the dead to marry you Mr. Winchester."

Dean had laughed and kissed her, "I can't wait."

Everything was perfect, well, as perfect as a Winchester wedding could be. Sam and Castiel stood by their sides as Dean and Y/N exchanged rings and vows in front of a random judge. Y/N's dress was wrinkled and her face was puffy from crying. Dean's hair was a disaster and he had one of the worst hangovers of his life, both from the party and from being cursed. But as they held hands and gave themselves to each other, the details fell away. It didn't matter that Dean's tie was crooked, or that Y/N's hair kept falling in her face. It didn't matter that they had spent the night before their wedding dealing with death and murder; or that soon they'd have to deal with Crowley's inevitable return and revenge for the life of his mother. No, none of that mattered now. All that mattered was Y/N's hand in Dean's, a few words of a promise, and a kiss to seal it with.

You stepped out of the Impala and climbed up onto the hood. You leaned back against the windshield and looked out across the open field. The sun was setting slowly and you watched the light pass through the trees, falling on the high grasses in front of you.


You heard Dean shut the car door behind you and you turned to see him walk towards you, carrying baby John in his arms. Your son was bundled from head to toe. He wore the cutest little red flannel jacket and Dean had wrapped in a fleece blanket. He thought John might get cold out here in the crisp autumn air, but you knew he'd be fine; Dean was just an overprotective new father. You smiled as you watched him holding the baby so carefully, running a gentle finger over his plump cheek. You reached out for him and Dean placed the bundle in your arms. Your husband hopped up beside you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You let your head fall into it's familiar place against his neck. He kissed your forehead and sighed.

"I like this place. It reminds me of you." He said softly.

You laughed and looked up at him. "I remind you of an empty field in the middle of nowhere?"

"Well, no, but this place is beautiful and calms me down," he said, smiling, "Kind of like you."

John started squirming and gave a little whine. You bounced him gently in your arm and shushed him. "Don't be fussy Johnny Bear. Look around, this is where Daddy asked Mommy to marry him." John looked up at you with sparkling green eyes, he looked just like his Daddy. Except for his nose, that was all yours. "And he gave Mommy a beautiful ring that was also very powerful and saved all of our lives." The baby relaxed, listening patiently to your voice. "There's a ton more to that, but that'll wait till you're older."

You fell silent and John started to fuss again. You rocked him slowly, but he wouldn't settle.

Dean reached over and took him from you. "Come here big guy," he said and rested John in his lap. "I can tell you some stories if it's stories you want."

"Oh no… you'll give him nightmares Dean," You cautioned him, your mind going through all the stories he could possibly tell your son. None of them were all that Disney-esque.

John stared up at his father and waited. "Your mom's right," Dean said. "I'll give it a few years before we get to the action." You laughed and put your head back on Dean's shoulder. "I can tell you some good things, things my mom used to tell me." He smiled down at his son. Baby John's tiny lips curled up into a smile as he listened, his eyes slowly closing as he drifted off back to sleep. "The first thing you need to know is that angels are watching over you."

~The End~


A/N: Thank you all so much for reading. I had fun with this one. It was a fluff challenge for me. I hope you enjoyed it!