Author's Notes: So it's the wedding episode, with some sappy flashbacks to pre-relationship Dean & Beth. It's all about the cheesy sappiness in this chapter! :D Not much more to the story than the wedding and how they got there, but I hope you enjoy it just the same :D
I'll never let you go
So, never let me go
I will be your journey
And you will be my road
Down the stormy path
Love will never come to pass
It will be an anchor
Although the winds may blow
And through the depths of high and low
Wherever you will go, I'll follow
To the end, back again
You know
Won't let you fall
Fall out of love
'Cause together we'll be holding on
'Cause all we have is us
Won't let you go
Go away again
Because life don't mean nothing at all
If I don't have your love
TODAY, TOMORROW & FOREVER
St George, Utah
12 years ago
Beth's POV
"You don't hesitate when I give you an order! You knew the kid was dangerous! You could have gotten those people killed! You could have gotten yourself killed!" John's voice was harsh, his anger vibrating through me and causing me to cry even harder.
"Dad, come on! Leave her alone," Dean said from the bed where he was watching the lecture in progress, I glanced up and he was frowning, fidgeting with his silver ring as he looked from me to John.
"No, Dean. She needs to learn, just like you did," John argued, turning to look at me. I cringed under the intensity of his stare, wanting to curl up in a little ball and die. I couldn't believe that after all the training we had been doing I'd done something so stupid as hesitate on my first hunt.
"I can't trust you on the hunts if you're going to freeze Beth, you have to be better than that, stronger than that, you have to follow orders," John continued, pacing along the carpet as he talked. Sam came and sat on the couch with me, taking my hand and squeezing it softly. I smiled slightly at him to let him know I would be okay, he worried too much about Dean and I, when it should be the other way around.
"He was just a kid," I said softly to John, shuddering at the image of the kid dead on the floor.
"You can't let what you see cloud your judgement. You have to trust your gut, you have to follow your instincts. You knew he was dangerous, you still hesitated," John countered and I nodded, sniffing back my tears and trying to pull myself together. He was right. It didn't matter what the kid had appeared like, the reality was I'd known as soon as I entered that room that he was a monster.
John stopped and looked at me, emotion passing across his face for a brief moment. Dean was staring at me, and I met his hazel eyes with my own guarded expression. How much had I failed him? Failing John was bad enough, but Dean had been the one training me, he had been the one putting in the hours of time to make sure I was ready for this hunt. I knew in my heart it made him look bad, and I had let him down. I felt sick to my stomach just thinking about it and broke away from his stare, looking at my hands.
John sighed, running a hand across his face. "It's late," he said. "Let's all get some sleep, tomorrow we start again. Sam, you're on the couch, it's too small for Dean." I looked up, my heart almost leaping into my throat. I rarely shared with Dean, something about it made me feel nervous. Dean was scowling at John, his arms crossed over his chest. John didn't even flinch at the looks he was being given. "You bunk in with your sister," John instructed.
I grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt out of my duffel bag and went into the bathroom to change. Staring in the mirror at my red-rimmed eyes I grimaced, pulling a brush through my hair and then brushing my teeth as I delayed going out into the room again. My stomach was tied in knots over how I'd let Dean down, I didn't want to face him right now, let alone sleep in the same bed with him.
I'd brought my candle into the bathroom and I sat down to say my prayers, letting the calm of this practice wash over me, helping me to focus and come back into myself. I was fifteen years old, and I hadn't been raised a warrior, I'd done the best I could, and it still hadn't been enough. Maybe coming with the Winchesters had been a mistake after all? I sighed, blowing out the candle and then turning off the light, slipping into the dark motel room.
There was enough light from the streetlights outside to make my way to the bed. Dean was lying with his back to me and I sighed, climbing under the covers and rolling to face the opposite direction. The pillow was lumpy, and the mattress hard, I felt a little cold, and I couldn't get comfortable. All these things were in my head as I tried to find a position that was going to allow me to fall asleep.
I tried my back, then my side again, flipping to the other side and facing Dean but making sure I didn't touch him in case I woke him. Nothing. I rolled on to my back again, letting out a long frustrated breath and staring at the ceiling, my eyes drawn to the hard, strong back at my side that was unmoving. I felt sick about the morning, and how I'd have to apologise to Dean for letting him down, for not being good enough. I stared at him for a long time and then sighed again, rolling away from him.
My pillow was still lumpy and I beat it a couple of times with my hands when I felt Dean shift on the mattress, rolling over and sliding in behind me, his arm coming around my waist. I froze, breathless as I waited for the reprimanding to start from him. It never came.
"Go to sleep," he whispered in my ear. "I'm not going to let anything hurt you, I'll always have your back. That much you can count on."
It was completely the opposite of what I'd expected to hear, and hit me in my heart where I was still hurting so badly. The tears started up unbidden all over again and I let them come, sobbing quietly as I rolled into Dean, slipping my arms around his waist and letting him hold me. I buried my face into his shoulder, my tears soon soaking the t-shirt he had on. He simply held me, one hand stroking my hair in a comforting manner.
"I'm sorry," I said eventually and in the semi-darkness I could just make out the eyes that turned to look at me confused.
"What for?" He asked softly and I looked up at him, my lip still trembling.
"Failing you, I shouldn't have frozen like that, you've trained me better," I said quietly so as not to wake John or Sam.
Dean brushed his hand across my forehead, pushing hair out of my eyes.
"You didn't fail me Beth, if anything I failed you," he said, I shook my head stubbornly, refusing to let him take the blame.
"No... no way," I said.
"Okay, so maybe it's neither of our faults. You think I didn't freeze my first time?" He asked, and I looked at him sceptically.
"No way did you freeze," I said, just wanting to keep him talking, to reassure me that everything was all right with us. I found myself lulled into a safe place with the steady rise and fall of his chest, and I licked my lips feeling my stomach jump excitedly at the close proximity of him.
Dean smirked and looked down at me. "Okay, so maybe not. But that doesn't mean I didn't think about it, I just didn't want to get the same lecture you just got," he said to me, and I grinned, nodding.
"You're strong Beth, so much stronger than me, you'll be okay," he said. I shook my head. I didn't believe for a moment that I was stronger than Dean, no one was stronger than him, he held us all together, even John.
Dean leaned into me and placed a kiss on my forehead, "Come on, get some sleep. He's gonna go extra hard on all of us tomorrow, so you definitely owe me some pie for that," he said and I smiled, nodding, a shiver passing through my body.
"You cold?" He asked, and I nodded slightly.
Dean rolled away from me and I sighed sadly at the loss of contact from him. He fumbled around at the side of the bed, coming back to me with one of his hoodies, it smelled of fresh pine and I eagerly put it on, smiling at Dean. "Thanks," I said.
"Doesn't mean you get to keep it!" He said with a grin. I lay down again, expecting him to roll over, but he didn't. Instead he lay down behind me again and pulled me into his warm body, and I felt nervous and comforted at the same time. My mind was racing and then I looked over at John and sighed – he would never anything to happen, so don't even go there, I told myself.
Just the same, I leaned back into the warmth of my brother, allowing it to lull me to sleep as I listened to his breathing start to even out as he too fell into dreamland. I knew then in my heart I would always love him, my protector, even if I could never have him for myself.
Blue Earth, Minnesota
Present Day
Beth's POV
Jefferson was fussing over me, which any other day would have probably annoyed me, but I found it oddly comforting in this very moment. Cole had gone out to talk to Bobby about the vows, and I was a little relieved because she hadn't stopped jumping up and down with excitement since she'd arrived. I was happy, I was excited, but it was hard to get completely over-the-moon jump-happy knowing that we were also running out of time, we were just months out from the last time I might ever see Dean. It was a relief to have Jefferson being a little more pragmatic about things, fussing, but not expecting me to be the giddy bride.
"How you holding up?" He asked, tightening his tie and turning to look at me with a concerned, serious look.
"Yeah, okay, I think," I said as I applied a layer of mascara to my eyelashes, sitting back to look in the mirror at my hair. I had pulled it back and clipped it loosely at the base of my neck, the length curling around my shoulder in waves and falling along the front. I liked it in such a simple style, today was about simplicity, not extravagance. Simple, easy, something we should have done a long time ago. I cast my gaze down at what I was wearing and my mouth twitched into a smile.
"Though maybe I should have gone and bought a dress?" I asked, looking up at Jefferson. He stopped to take in what I was wearing. It was also simple, and the best I had gathered up at short notice; although truth be known, I'd probably had time to go get a dress if I'd really wanted one. Truth was, I didn't need it, I had all I wanted. Instead I'd settled on a sage green camisole, light blue jeans, and a lovely off-white crocheted jacket, that hit me in all the right places, and looked feminine and flattering at the same time.
"You look beautiful, and elegant, and just like a Winchester," Jefferson said, bringing a smile to my face. "Did you really see yourself in a dress?" He asked, looking at me with a raised eyebrow.
"Uhhh, I didn't see myself actually getting a proposal, let alone a dress!" I said with a laugh, shaking my head. "No, this feels comfortable, this is nice," I said. "Besides, the clothes are by far and away the least important thing today."
"What about rings?" Jefferson asked softly and I looked up, biting my lip and shrugging.
"We haven't really had time to look, actually we haven't even discussed them, I just sort of figure maybe we'll get them later, or maybe not at all, I don't know that Dean's that kind of guy?" I said, thinking about it.
Jefferson snickered and kissed me on the forehead. "I think you'll be surprised, princess," he said quietly and I pulled back with a questioning look. "Dean's a bit more sentimental than you give him credit for," he said. I smiled, thinking about the pendant he always wore which Sam had given him one Christmas, and his silver ring that never left his right hand unless he was pretending to be my husband and slipping it on to my left ring finger.
"Well, he often hands over his ring when we're pretending to be married for a case, so I guess we'll see, either way it'll be something we get later." I said to Jefferson.
"Just how many times have you pretended to be married?" Jefferson asked with a smirk. I chuckled and thought about it.
"Officially? Ummm, two? Maybe three?" I answered and he shook his head.
"I should shoot him you know, for not doing this earlier," came the reply to that. I grinned and nodded.
"Yeah, you're probably right there," I said. "But you know, it's not as if we haven't been acting like an old married couple for years anyway."
"Sweetheart, the pair of you are anything but an old married couple!" Jefferson said with a laugh.
I smiled, thinking about how right now I'd almost give anything to be that old married couple, in our late years, sitting on a porch in rockers and talking about that crazy time when we had a threesome with a succubus. At least it would mean he was with me. I bit my lip, don't go there, don't look at that and pushed it all into the deepest recesses of my mind. Not today. It was getting harder and harder to do that, there was just no time.
Jefferson turned at the sound of my breath catching and saw the tears being fought off. "Damn, Beth, it's going to work out okay, I promise," he said, pulling me into him.
"No it's not," I whispered, shaking my head, cursing the fact that I'd bothered to put mascara on. I struggled to take a few deep breaths, and pulled away, sitting down on the chair behind me. "I can't do this," I said, starting to hyperventilate.
"Yes, yes you can. You have always wanted this, I'm not going to let you walk out on it now," Jefferson said. I shook my head, rocking back and forth.
"No, not the wedding... that's not it..." I said, catching my breath and fighting off the start of a panic attack. "I'm going to lose him," I whispered, staring at the floor, still rocking.
"Okay, just... just breathe okay? I'll be right back," Jefferson said, and he left the room. I was alone. That just made everything ten times worse, because I knew deep down, this was exactly where I'd be, how I'd be feeling, in two months time.
Sioux Falls, Bobby's House
approx. 10 years ago
Dean's POV
I was lying on the hood of the Impala, the sun shining down on me and sipping on an ice cold Coke. This was definitely the life, nowhere to go, nothing to do, just hanging with the car and enjoying some tunes on the radio. Beth came skipping down the walkway to where I'd been working on the car wearing a short dress that hit her mid-thigh and very little else. I stared at her, licking my lips and thinking all manner of thoughts that I shouldn't have been.
When she reached the car I slid down to meet her, landing smoothly on my feet and raising an eyebrow at her. "Interesting outfit to wear to work on the car," I commented, nodding slightly at the dress. Beth grinned and looked up at me, a cheeky twinkle in her deep brown eyes.
"Who said anything about working on the car?" She asked, her eyes sweeping along my body, hands coming up to start raising the t-shirt I was wearing up over my head. "Too hot for that, we should go down to the river instead," she suggested and I nodded, closing my eyes as her fingers ran along my bare skin, I took in a deep breath and raised my arms as she tugged to get the t-shirt off me. When it was free, she dropped it to the ground, her hands returning to my chest, running down over my abs.
"Beth..." I muttered, "what are you doing?" She smiled at me, leaning up on tip toes to kiss along my neck, working her way across my jaw to hover her soft lips in front of my mouth.
"Isn't it obvious?" She asked before brushing her lips across mine. I groaned, grabbing her around the waist and spinning around to pin her against the car, kissing her back with all the built up frustration I had been feeling in the last year. She yielded to my every touch, softening and mirroring me. My hands trailed up her back and into her hair, as she caressed along my lower back, pulling me tightly into her.
With a growing passion, I lifted her up on to the hood so she was level with me, and I kissed her again, spreading her legs either side of me and running my hands along her thighs. I was more than ready to take her now, and slipped a hand in to brush along her panties, pressing against the very spot that I knew would make her quiver. I wasn't disappointed, delighting in the surprised gasp it brought from her mouth as she arched to meet my touch, moaning softly.
"Oh Dean..." She whispered, kissing me again. "Dean..."
"Dean!"
I startled awake from my spot on the hood of the Impala and shifted uncomfortably at the hard erection pressing into my jeans. I looked up as Beth came skipping down to where I'd parked the Impala in the junk yard, smiling and eager to get started. I twisted away from her a little as she made her way closer.
She had her hair tied up in a ponytail, and was wearing a black tank top and short green cargo shorts, completing the outfit with a pair of sunglasses and some red Doc Martens. I tried not to make it obvious, but I couldn't help but trace the line of her legs up to the edge of the shorts, swallowing hard as I took in the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed.
"Ready?" She asked, holding out a bottle of water for me to take. I opened it and guzzled half the bottle in one go, suddenly I felt extremely thirsty. Beth stared at me with her usual open and innocent face, waiting patiently for me to begin.
"Okay, let's get started," I said finally as I managed to calm other excited extremitiesdown. I recapped the bottle and tossed it on the ground beside the car. It was a hot day, unseasonably so, which is why Beth was wearing next to nothing, I looked her over. Somehow the shorts seemed even more alluring than the damn dress she'd had on in the dream. I paused and shrugged out of my over-shirt, leaving just my t-shirt on with my jeans. At least I wasn't going to cook now. Images from the dream where she'd just stripped me to bare skin jumped into my mind and I cleared my throat, trying to force them out. I couldn't go there.
"What are we doing today?" Beth asked, walking around to lift the hood of the car and look over the engine.
"Easy stuff, since this is only your third lesson," I said to her.
"That's what you said about the oil change," she said with a snicker and I chuckled as we both thought about the messy oil slick Beth had caused when she failed to line up the tray properly. She'd ended up diving under the car to fix her mistake and while no damage had been done to the Impala, her ego and hair had borne the brunt of the mistake. It had taken the better part of the last month for her to get the oil out of her hair completely. Just the same, she hadn't complained about it, and was back for more, so I was suitably impressed.
"Well, I promise, no oil for this one," I said with a grin, holding up a box of ignition leads. "Simple find and replace today," I said, throwing her the box which she looked over.
"Okay, so ignition leads connect the distributor to the spark plugs," I began, and Beth leaned close to me, looking at the various engine parts as I pointed them out, talking about their functions. "They're an important part of the overall engine ignition system. The leads carry the voltage from the ignition coil to the spark plugs to ignite the fuel. So, it's important that the leads be in good condition, because if they're faulty, or perished or torn it can cause the car to start running rough, or misfiring, or even doubling our fuel use, which is bad enough as it is, Baby is a fuel guzzler!"
Beth chuckled and nodded, listening intently. She followed my hands with her gaze wherever I pointed. I found myself staring at those big brown eyes, and her generous, smiling lips as she laughed and asked questions. Her eyes lit up when she was learning about the car, she loved it as much as I did. Sometimes I wondered if it was a genuine interest in the car, or if she was just humouring me, but I didn't really care in the end. We were out here, spending time together, and working on the Impala – it was more than Sam had ever wanted.
I supervised as Beth started to unplug the leads, keen to get started. "They're different lengths, so just do one at a time, the last thing you want to do is get them all mixed up, believe me!" I said, and she nodded, her face serious as she worked. She glanced up at me a few times as she worked, a tiny smile crossing her face when she did. Now and then I found myself wishing I had an excuse to help her, but the task I'd set was pretty basic, she was completely handling it without any concern.
"So this is going to fix that chugging noise that cropped up are few days ago?" She asked and I nodded, leaning down on my forearms to get a little closer to her.
"Yeah, should do, I can't think of anything else it might be. Dad reckons it's this too," I said. She nodded and continued working.
Most girls don't like getting their hands dirty, but Beth seemed to revel in it. The greasier she got from handling the old leads, the happier she seemed. Her eyes twinkled as she looked at me and I found myself drowning in them, a smear of grease was the only blemish on her face, and I reached out a hand with a clean cloth to wipe at the oil, smoothing over her cheekbones as she stopped what she was doing and let me clean her up.
"Sorry," I said, pulling back a little hesitantly once I realised how close we were standing and how her breath was coming in short bursts.
"That's okay, thanks," she said softly, smiling at me shyly. I loved that look, it was so innocent, so Beth. There was a little upturning of her mouth as she smiled and turned back to the car, pulling at the second lead she needed to change. I stared at her, my stomach tightening into knots as the realisation that I felt something more than brotherly affection or simple teenage hormones toward the girl in front of me.
"You okay?" Beth asked, glancing up at me and I realised that I'd frozen in place, staring at her, and she was starting to shift uncomfortably. "Am I doing something wrong?"
"No..." I said, shaking my head. "No... not at all, you're perfect," I said. "I mean, you're doing everything perfectly." She smiled and went back to her task, leaving me to my thoughts as she worked.
"Is this in right?" She asked suddenly, and I raised an eyebrow. She was plugging the second lead in. It was pretty obvious if it wasn't in right, but I took the excuse to get nearer to her again, my arm circling around her to test the lead. It was in fine, but I saw the look she gave me as I got closer, it was almost identical to what I was feeling inside.
I blinked, shaking my head and tried to get the thought out of my head. How inconvenient. Not just inconvenient, it was outright suicide if Dad were to find out.
"Yeah, it's in fine..." I said to her, not wanting to move away. I pulled the lead out a little, taking her hand in mine and placing it against the lead. "Feel that?" I asked, sliding my fingers along hers and showing her how loose the lead was. She nodded and it seemed like she moved a little closer, stepping in to my body, but she was staring at my hand on hers, focused on the lesson.
"That's too loose," I said, "you can feel when it's in right," I continued, pushing the lead back in to place and moving her hand to feel the difference. "See? They're made for each other, they just fit..." She nodded, her mouth just inches away from mine. I swallowed hard, staring into her eyes and then pulled back, clearing my throat. Beth smiled and went back to what she had been doing.
In half an hour she'd successfully changed over the leads and was looking proudly at her handiwork. I slipped my arm around her shoulder, eyes critically going over her work and nodding approvingly. "Perfect," I said with a smile, and my breath hitched a little as she slid her arm around my waist and she hugged me to her.
I was going to get into so much trouble even thinking along these lines, but my heart was racing at her touch, and I felt way too uncomfortable in my own skin to dismiss it. When had this crept up on me? Beth and I had touched before, we'd even kissed several times before. I was obsessed with it for a time, especially after Dad forbade us to get involved. She had a cute little sound she made whenever I kissed her, and I just wanted to do more to her because of it. I'd managed to push it out of my head until we'd started working on the car, something about spending this time with her, alone, had reawakened something I thought I'd buried.
But I couldn't, she was my sister and I had to remember that. I steeled myself, keeping my arm around her shoulders and allowing myself that small connection with her. Small steps, we were getting older now, she was seventeen, surely Dad couldn't forbid us to not act on our feelings forever? Then again, it was Dad I was talking about. I sighed, tucking her head under my chin. "Great job Beth," I said encouragingly. "You want to take her for a drive?" Beth pulled away and nodded vigorously. Little things, I could enjoy the little things with her, and see where we ended up.
Blue Earth, Minnesota
Present Day
Dean's POV
"Sam! Where the hell are you?" I said into my phone, leaving a voicemail for my wayward brother a second time. He'd been gone for the last three hours and I was starting to get nervous. I'd been sequestered off in some little side room of the chapel while Beth was in the main house. No one had actually lived here since Pastor Jim had been killed, it had been his own private property and the chapel built especially by him.
Jefferson had taken over the care of the place, and was doing a good job, but it felt hollow and empty without someone living here. Ironically, it turned out Jefferson was an ordained minister, had been since he'd first met and hunted with Beth's father and Pastor Jim. He'd barely been eighteen then, taken in by Pastor Jim just like the rest of us were at some stage. Jim's halfway house for hunter juveniles.
The door to the room swung open and I turned, breathing a sigh of relief when I saw Sam come through it.
"Did you get them?" I asked, and he nodded with a smile. "Well what took you so long?!" I snapped, feeling a bit irritated that he hadn't been answering his phone.
"Dude, calm down, I had plenty of time. You're just freaking out," Sam said, going to the mirror and running his hands through his hair.
"Yeah yeah, whatever," I said, holding out my hand. "Let me see them."
While I didn't doubt that Sam had managed to get the job done, I had been fretting over it for the last half a day since I'd been without one of my most prized possessions.
"Just relax Dean, it's taken care of," Sam said, reaching into his pocket. He froze, patting around a bit and then looked at me, worried.
"Sam..." I growled at him, taking a step forward.
"I just..." Sam looked around the room, and then felt into his pockets, coming up empty.
"Sam I am going to kill you, I swear to God!" I said, taking a threatening step toward him. Sam backed away and then chuckled.
"You should see your face," he said, and I stopped, eyes narrowing at him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small jeweller's box, waving it in the air at me.
"I'm still gonna kill you!" I snapped, reaching out and grabbing the box from his hand, turning away to open it up. My promise to kill him was forgotten when I looked at the contents.
"What do you think?" I asked Sam as I stared down at the two silver rings in the box.
"I think you're a romantic schmuck who just lost all his bad boy reputation," Sam said with a laugh. I glanced up at him, grimacing, and shaking my head.
"Is she gonna like it?" I asked, and he rolled his eyes.
"Dean you could give that girl an onion ring to put on her hand and she'd love it, she's ridiculously devoted to you," Sam answered me. I chuckled.
"Stop making me hungry," I muttered, my stomach starting to rumble at the thought of onion rings.
Sam looked at me with a grin and then leaned against the desk I was standing in front of. "Seriously, Dean, it's like the most romantic thing I've ever seen, I didn't think you had it in you."
"You don't think she'd want a diamond or something?" I asked and Sam laughed.
"Dude, this is Beth we're talking about," he said, and I nodded, he was right. Beth rarely wore jewellery as it was, other than her rosary, and the St Anthony medallion I'd gotten her. I couldn't see her sporting the bling while in the middle of a hunt, this was better.
"Besides, she likes the sentimental stuff," Sam said. Well this ring definitely had that.
Dad had passed the ring on to me when I got older. It had been one of the things he did manage to salvage from the fire when Mom died. It had belonged to Mom's grandfather, and she'd worn it as a young lady apparently, even though it was too big for her. I liked it because it had been my mother's. Having it was a comfort greater than I could describe.
Now it was in two pieces. I'd sent Sam to the jeweller with the instructions that the ring had to be melted down and made into two rings. Now it was two slim wedding rings. She had no idea and I planned to keep it that way.
There was a knock at the door and Sam turned to open it, Jefferson was standing outside.
"Hey guys, how's it going?" He asked, stepping into the room.
I shoved the rings into my pocket and nodded. "Yeah, good, I think, what about you?"
"Well, we have a bit of a situation... all was well, and now, not so well. I think you're going to have to come talk to her," he said, frowning at me with a worried expression.
"Why, what's wrong?" Sam asked as I handed him the rings and moved toward the door.
"No more than what we were all expecting at some point," Jefferson said, "The countdown is starting to hit home."
I nodded and walked past Jefferson, my hand coming to a stop as Sam called out to me.
"Wait, Dean, you can't just go out there. It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding," Sam said and I rolled my eyes.
"Really Sammy? Really? Could we have worse luck?" I said shaking my head. I pushed past Jefferson and headed for the main house where I knew Beth was getting ready. She was in the back room that had been a spare bedroom for all of us to stay in when we were with Pastor Jim. I knocked and started to open the door and go in, but found it blocked by glaring eyes looking up at me.
"You can't come in here!" Cole snapped when she saw me.
"Short stack, this is stupid, I want to see Beth, now get out of my way," I said with a sigh. Seriously? It was like friggin' Fort Knox around here.
Terrell, Texas
8 Years Ago
Dean's POV
It had been a long night, we'd possibly been having too much fun swindling a few guys out of their hard earned cash on the pool tables. We'd both had a lot to drink, and could still win hands down, it was kind of sad. We'd picked up in excess of six hundred dollars though, would have been more if we hadn't spent some of it on alcohol.
Beth hung off me, her arm wrapped around my waist as we stumbled toward the motel room where Dad and Sammy were right now.
"Are you okay?" I asked as we tripped over a curb and almost face planted a nearby brick fence. It was the perfect height for sitting so I straightened us up and sat for a while.
"No, No I'm definitely not okay," she said, shaking her head. "I haven't been 'okay' for a long time," she added, emphasising the 'okay' with the use of her fingers and making the talkie signs.
"What's wrong?" I asked, frowning at her, a little surprised at the confession.
Beth stood up and started to pace in front of me, shaking her head as she walked. I found myself transfixed by her long dark tresses and wanting to just run my hands through them.
"Beth?" I asked, when she didn't answer my question. She stopped and looked at me, her eyes conflicted. Suddenly she moved toward me, taking my face in her hands and kissing me. I almost fell off the wall it took me so by surprise. She slipped her tongue into my mouth and I moaned as I felt my stomach do a flip and I kissed her back, sliding my hands behind her.
"This is what's wrong," she said, her breathing starting to quicken as she kissed me again and pressed herself closer to me. I didn't say anything, just kissed her back with a quiet desperation that I'd been feeling for years now. I wanted this, but we were both so afraid to do anything about it.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry," Beth said as she continued to kiss me, and I sighed, pulling her closer to me until she was more or less straddling me in my lap.
"Don't be sorry," I said, looking at her. She pulled back, eyes a little hazy from how much she had consumed, and I knew it was the alcohol talking, but I didn't care. She was like a closed book on this whole attraction when she was sober.
"But we can't Dean, we promised," she said, looking at me with a frown.
"I know, I know..." I said with a nod, not knowing how to overcome this in her.
A car drove down the quiet street we were on and Beth pulled back, standing next to me and looking alarmed. They drove past without so much as a sideways glance at us, but it was enough for me to see where her fears really were.
"You're afraid of what Dad will say," I said and she nodded, tears welling in her eyes.
"I'm not his kid, Dean. I mean... you he'll forgive, sure. You're his son and he needs you, but me? I'm just an extra burden he never wanted in the first place, and now... well where have I got to go? You, and Dad and Sam, you're all I have."
I frowned, thinking about that statement. Did she really believe all that nonsense? Dad would no more throw her out of the family than he would me or Sam. Just the same, he wouldn't be pleased either.
"Okay, all right," I said, sighing and running a hand over my face. I stood up, coming over to her and taking her face in my hands.
"Hey," I said quietly, getting her attention. She was jittery, jumping at shadows and biting on her lip. "It's okay," I said.
"No it's not," she whispered back, tears glittering in her eyes.
I pulled her into my arms, just holding her as she sighed and buried her face in my neck. "Come on, let's get some sleep, we can talk about this in the morning," I said.
When we reached the motel Sam was asleep on the couch, so we took the remaining free bed, and I pulled her into me, holding her close. She fell asleep almost instantly and I lay in the dark, staring at the ceiling and thinking about how we could tackle this whole thing.
By the time morning came I didn't feel like I'd slept at all, Beth woke up and pulled out of my arms without a word, moving toward the edge of the bed and sitting up.
"How you feeling?" I asked and she groaned, looking over at me with a smile.
"My head is killing me!" She said, putting a hand to the side of her face. I sniggered and reached out for her, but she got up, moving toward the bathroom. I followed when I realised she hadn't closed the bathroom door completely, which was her way of saying she was just brushing her hair or something to the rest of us, feel free to come in.
I stuck my head around the corner and she looked up at me curiously.
"You want to talk about last night?" I asked.
"What about it?" She asked, "You think we need to make a pact to lay off drinking for a while?" I paused and looked at her.
"What's the last thing you remember?" I asked.
"God! I dunno... we were playing pool, and that crazy guy with the tattoos all over him hit on me, I think I broke his nose?" She said and I sniggered, nodding.
"Yeah, he wasn't real pleased about that," I said, chuckling. She was a menace when she was drunk.
"Is there something else I should be remembering?" She asked, turning to look at me. I assessed her, the stance, the eyes, the lips as they pursed and she started to chew on her bottom lip nervously. She honestly didn't remember a word she'd said after leaving the bar.
"Nah," I said to her dismissively, smiling. "That was pretty much it." She nodded and I turned back into the motel room with a sigh. Maybe it was better this way, we could just continue on like nothing had changed, it would be easier on her, less stressful; at the end of the day, it wasn't my place to try and push upstream with this, she needed to figure it out on her own, and until then, I would just try to forget, try not to love her, because she was my sister, and that was all she could offer right now, it was all she had to give.
Blue Earth, Minnesota
Present Moment
Beth's POV
Cole had answered the knock on the door while I tried to repair the damage to my mascara.
"You can't come in here!" Cole snapped at the person on the other side of the door and I looked around curiously.
"Who is it?" I asked Cole.
"Short stack, this is stupid, I want to see Beth, now get out of my way," I heard Dean say from the other side of the door and I nearly fell off my seat. I stood up, staring and biting my lip, every inch of me screaming about the bad luck everyone claimed came with the groom seeing the bride on the day of the wedding. At the same time, I just wanted to see him too, to have him tell me everything was going to be all right – even if it was a lie.
"No way dude, it's bad luck!" Cole said, trying to close the door.
"Oh come on!" Dean said and I heard him sighing in frustration.
"You can talk to her through the door," Cole instructed and I giggled a little, imagining Dean's facial expression. She waved me over and I dutifully crossed the room, leaning my forehead against the door, my hand resting on the wood.
"Beth?" Dean asked, muffled a little although the door was still open.
"Yeah I'm here," I said, biting my lip and trying to keep myself from crying again.
"You know we did sleep in the same bed last night right?" He asked Cole with a chuckle and I smiled, I was well aware. "Exactly when does the wedding part of the day kick in? Because I totally kissed her good morning and you know... more..." He said. I giggled and nodded, we'd started the wedding celebrations early this morning.
"I don't know..." Cole said, looking a little puzzled. "You know you shouldn't have spent last night together, you've probably both just ruined it! And you couldn't even wait until after the wedding to consummate things?! Christ Almighty!"
"My point exactly, now come on... Beth, can I come in... please?" He asked. I gave in, because at the end of the day I wanted to, I hated being apart from him, even for a few hours, so the last half day had been driving me insane.
"Can you wait outside please Cole?" I asked as I opened the door to Dean. He was dressed in simple jeans like I was, and a white shirt and charcoal jacket. He looked dashing, I loved him in suits.
"Okay, but since you've already ruined it, at least let me get a photo before you turn all puffy eyed again," Cole said with a sigh, pulling out her camera. Dean rolled his eyes, but didn't protest, coming in behind me and slipping his left arm around my waist, pulling me up against him.
"Is this really necessary?" I asked, sighing.
"Yep," Dean answered, kissing behind my ear. "Of course it is... you look beautiful by the way," he added. I smiled and I'm sure I blushed, I still did when he complimented me like that.
When Cole was gone, I turned around and wound my arms around his neck, staring into those hazel eyes.
"You sure you're not freaking out about the bad luck thing?" He asked, looking at me with a raised eyebrow.
"No..." I said. "We have bad enough luck as it is, how could it get any worse?"
"See? That's exactly what I told Sam," Dean said with a grin, sliding his hands around my waist and pulling me closer.
He leaned his forehead to mine and breathed in slowly, smiling. "Mmm, vanilla," he said before looking at me a little more seriously. "You want to talk about it?" He asked pointedly, letting me know in one sentence that he was well aware I had been in here having a breakdown.
I took a deep breath and then sat down, Dean knelt in front of me, resting his hands at my hips, watching and waiting.
"I can't do this..." I said softly, tears coming to my eyes again and Dean frowned, reaching a hand up to brush along my cheek.
"You don't want to get married?" He asked.
"No!" I said sharply and then panicked. "I mean, no that's not what I mean, not no I don't want to get married. I want to get married, that's not the problem," I was rambling, saying the first thing that came to mind. "Of course I want to get married," I said finally, and I detected a slight sigh of relief from him.
"Okay... so?"
"The whole Hell thing Dean... I can't do it, I can't. I can't say good bye, I can't see you die, I just... I can't. We're running out of time!" I said brushing at my eyes. I looked down, that familiar ache coming into my chest as I thought about it.
"I know," he said, pulling me into him and running his hands along my back. "I'm sorry."
"Why do you want to get married?" I asked, pulling back to look at him.
He paused, looking at me, and I could see the words running through his head as he tried to formulate his answer.
"I love you," he said finally. "I always have. You're the best part of my day, every day... you're my best friend... and I didn't know what life was until you came into mine." I stared at him, tears brimming in my eyes again. "I'm not going to give you up Beth, in my heart you've always been my wife, I just took it for granted." I smiled, tracing a finger along my cheek, nodding softly. I loved the way he'd just said wife, it made me giggle.
He looked at me curiously when I giggled, raising an eyebrow at me. "What?"
"You just said 'wife' and you didn't break out in hives," I commented, smiling and chewing on my lip at the same time. Dean laughed heartily and leaned in to kiss me.
"I'm definitely doomed," he said with a grin. "Why do you want to marry me?" Dean asked, throwing the same question I'd asked him back at me. I smiled, that one was easy.
"Because you make me happy," I answered without hesitation. "Because my heart skips a beat whenever you come in the room, you always hold me when I sleep, and you save all the green jelly beans for me... because you put extra sugar in my coffee and say I don't need to cut back on my sweetness...because you're an awesome kisser... among other things," this drew a grin out of him. "And because I can't imagine waking up next to anyone else because you're the only man I've ever loved, and ever will love..." I broke off, biting my trembling lip again. I couldn't say any more. It hurt too much. Dean looked at me, a sadness washing through his eyes as he took in a deep breath.
"This isn't over Beth, I promise you. I might not have faith in anything else, but I do have it in you, in us." Dean promised.
I didn't really believe it, I felt like I'd lost my faith a long time ago. I still prayed for a miracle, and maybe that was faith enough, but at the end of the day we were just human, fighting an inhumane battle, and we were losing.
Dean reached up and pulled the clip out of my hair, running his hands through the long tresses, smoothing it out over my shoulders.
"There, that's better," he said with a smile. He slipped his right hand up behind my neck, holding my head and pulling me into a lingering kiss. I moaned softly, winding my arms around his neck. Everything about him was perfect in this moment, and I didn't want to let go. I didn't want to leave him for a second, let alone have him walk out that doorway and wait for me at the end of the aisle.
"I love you so much," I whispered when we finally pulled apart; he simply kissed me again and smiled.
"Come on," he said, pulling me to a standing position.
"Hmmm?" I questioned, not understanding what the plan now was.
"Well... I'm going to walk with you to the altar," he said with a smile, tugging on my hand. "We've done everything else together since we met, why not this?"
I paused and thought about it, smiling and then shrugging. "Jefferson isn't going to be happy, he wanted to give the bride away," I said with a chuckle.
Dean sniggered and pulled me in to him again. "Can't give away something that doesn't belong to you," he said, nuzzling my nose with his own. I smiled, that was so true.
The house was empty by the time we left the room, we walked hand in hand through the living room to the back entry of the chapel. I knew the way by heart, I could have found it blindfolded I'd spent so much time here as a child. The stained-glass window never failed to take my breath away whenever I entered the chapel, it was my favourite part of the whole building featuring a host of angels surrounding an ascended Jesus, today was no different.
Our little family was gathered at the front when we entered, even Ellen and Jo had made it. They'd obviously given up on getting any traditional wedding out of us and now were just waiting for us to show up. Bobby was sitting in the front pew with JJ on his lap, chatting to the little guy and laughing with Cole. Jefferson stood by the altar, casually leaning against it and seemingly calm and collected while he talked to Ellen, although I knew he was extremely alert to what was happening. Sam and Jo were the interesting pair, laughing and chatting as we entered. When he saw us, Sam broke away from Jo with a smile, turning a stern look to us.
"There you guys are!" He said, walking down the aisle to meet us.
"Hey Sammy, let's get this show on the road, huh?" Dean said with a grin while Sam rolled his eyes at him.
"Well that's romantic," Sam said, looking over at me. I shrugged and smiled up at Dean, I knew what I was getting into.
"We've already had our romantic moment," I said with a chuckle and Dean shook his head.
"Don't you dare go sharing any of that with them!" He said and I grinned, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Whatever!" Sam said, turning and walking back down the aisle. Dean and I followed and he hummed Here Comes The Bride as we walked which set me into a fit of giggles.
"Stop it!" I said finally, hitting him in the arm and he threw a roguish grin at me that stated he had just achieved what he'd set out to do: make me laugh.
Everyone moved into position around us and we found ourselves standing in front of Jefferson, who cleared his throat and looked expectantly at us.
"I thought Bobby was doing this part?" I asked, looking behind us. Bobby shook his head, bouncing JJ on his knee.
"Nah, the kid is an actual ordained minister, let him do it," Bobby said with a chuckle. We shrugged and nodded, looking back at the man in front of us.
Jefferson looked chuffed and smiled, adjusting his tie. "Dearly beloved," Jefferson began, going for the traditional vows. "We are gathered here today..."
"We know why we're gathered Jefferson..." Dean said impatiently and I giggled, shoving him slightly.
"Oh for Pete's sake! Bobby, maybe you should do this after all," Jefferson muttered and the older man sniggered at him.
"You think I didn't see this coming? Good luck!" Bobby replied.
Jefferson threw me a look that was going to brook no argument and I smiled, leaning in to Dean. "Behave," I said softly into his ear and he grinned at me.
"Okay, well... let's just get right down to it." Jefferson said and Dean nodded. "Please face each other, and take each other's hands," he instructed.
I giggled nervously as we followed his instructions, looking up into Dean's eyes which were staring intently at me.
"The commitment that the two of you are about to make is the most important commitment that two people can make, you are about to create something new, the marriage relationship, an entity that never ends. As you stand here today, are you now
prepared to begin this commitment to one another?" Jefferson asked.
I looked and Dean, my heart completely overwhelmed with the love I felt for him. He smiled and nodded, looking up at Jefferson. "We are," he said.
"Have you come here freely and without reservation to give yourselves to each other in marriage?" Jefferson asked.
I nodded this time and answered for us. "We have." I squeezed Dean's hand and he smiled back at me.
"Dean, will you take Elizabeth Grace O'Malley to be your wife, your partner in life and your one true love? Will you trust and honour her, laugh with her and cry with her? Will you be faithful through good times and bad, in sickness and in health? Will you cherish her friendship and love her today, tomorrow and forever?" Jefferson asked. I smiled at Cole, who nodded approvingly at the vows she'd hurriedly out to amend when I'd started to freak out about the whole 'til death do us part' thing.
Dean smiled and nodded. "I will," he said.
"And will you Beth, take Dean Winchester to be your husband, your partner in life and your one true love? Will you trust and honour him, laugh with him and cry with him? Will you be faithful through good times and bad, in sickness and in health? Will you cherish his friendship and love him today, tomorrow and forever, remembering always to nourish him with pie when it is needed?" I laughed at the additional line and Jefferson frowned at me, apparently taking his role as minister seriously.
"Sorry.." I said, glancing over at him. I looked back at Dean and smiled. "I will," I promised, nodding solemnly.
"And do you the have rings?" He asked, I glanced up, frowning. We'd just had this discussion and he knew there weren't any rings. Apparently there was something I didn't know about as Sam grinned and stepped forward handing a box to Dean, who grinned at me.
"Surprise," he said softly and I looked at him curiously.
He slipped a simple silver ring from the box and I gazed at it, swallowing back my nervousness. I couldn't believe he'd actually gotten rings sorted out, I felt fresh tears welling in my eyes, threatening to fall.
"Hey come on, no crying," he said with a nervous chuckle, brushing a hand along my cheek. I sniffed and nodded, blinking back the tears although one or two escaped.
Jefferson cleared his throat.
"Repeat after me..." he instructed Dean who rolled his eyes again, although in a teasing manner.
"With this ring, I thee wed..."
"With this ring I thee wed," Dean repeated, sliding the ring on to my left ring finger.
"With my body I thee worship," Jefferson said, reading from the book in front of him. Dean grinned and raised an eyebrow while Sam snickered in the background.
Dean groaned and added his own flavour to the vows. "With my body I happily and willingly thee worship." I shook my head incredulously at him, smiling.
"And with all my worldly goods I thee endow: In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen."
"And with all my worldly goods, which aren't many as you well know, I thee endow: in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, Amen," Dean said, skipping quickly over the end. He'd already said he didn't believe in God, but he knew it was important to me so I guessed that's why he was saying it.
"Beth, the same for you," Jefferson said. I looked curiously at Dean as Sam pulled another ring out of the box and I smiled. I looked down at our hands, noticing for the first time that Dean's silver ring was missing from his right hand. And the one I had on my finger looked a lot like it, only thinner. I glanced up, questioning Dean.
"Did you...? Is this...?" He nodded, cutting me off.
"Well it couldn't be just any ring," he said, looking at me seriously. I started to cry all over again, this time the tears not stopping. He shook his head with a smile, brushing them away patiently.
"Schmuck," he said, looking over at Jefferson. "Sorry man."
Jefferson shrugged and waited for the tears to subside.
"At the risk of starting it up again... shall we push through?" He asked, and I smiled and nodded.
"I know it," I said, holding my hand up to Jefferson.
I took the ring and held it over Dean's left finger, trying to compose myself. "With this ring I thee wed," I said finally, sliding the ring on to his finger, my heart skipping a beat as I did. "With my body I thee worship, and with all my worldly goods I thee endow: In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen," I finished.
Jefferson breathed a sigh of relief, looking from between the pair of us. "An essential requirement of a good marriage is a strong bond of real friendship and trust. Dean and Beth, you have demonstrated time and again that you both have that for each other. I'm going to finish with a reading from Corinthians... because I know your dad would want me to," he said to me and I looked at him, surprised.
"Love is patient," Jefferson said, and I closed my eyes, listening intently to one of my father's favourite verses. "Love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices in truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails," I opened my eyes as Jefferson finished to find Dean staring at our hands and smiling.
"I think that's quiet appropriate," Ellen said softly from beside us and I smiled, nodding.
"So, can I kiss her yet or what?" Dean asked, looking up with an impatient glare toward Jefferson.
"Okay okay! Dean and Beth, in so much as the two of you have agreed to live in matrimony, have promised your commitment to each other by these vows and by the giving of these rings, by the authority vested in me by the State of Minnesota, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Congratulations, you may kiss the bride!"
Dean sighed with relief to the clapping of everyone gathered and leaned in, taking my face gently between his hands. I closed my eyes and waited for the soft brush of lips against mine, gasping with surprise when he deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking out mine to circle it, making me weak at the knees. I moaned softly and wrapped my arms around Dean's neck, holding him closely as he drew out the kiss, finishing with a few small kisses on my lips before pulling away.
"Mmmm, nicely done," I murmured at him, earning me a grin.
Jefferson rolled his eyes at us and then held his arms either side of us. "May I present to you, Mr and Mrs Winchester," he said and I giggled, shaking my head at the name. It felt weird, but in a good way.
Sam cleared his throat and looked at us both expectantly, we gazed at him curiously, wondering what his issue was now.
"Uhhh, can I kiss the bride now?" He asked and I laughed as my not-so-little-brother engulfed me in a big bear hug, kissing me on the cheek. "Congratulations, about time he did the right thing," Sam said and I thought sadly about how he hadn't had a chance to propose to Jess, and the heartache that must have caused, watching her die.
"Thanks Sammy," I said quietly, kissing him on the cheek again and hugging him.
Bobby stepped up and hugged me, a proud smile on his face. "Now you really are an official Winchester, God help you," he said with a grin and I laughed.
"Okay, photo, and then it's pizza time!" Cole said, setting up her camera with a tripod. She laughingly waved us all into a group pose, she and I at the front with JJ, Ellen and Jo, while the men all lined up behind us. Dean slipped his hand around my waist again, pulling me close as he looked up at the camera.
"Chizzz!" JJ cried out from his mother's arms, and we all chuckled as the camera, set to self-timer, clicked a photo of our little ragtag group of family.
I stared down at my ring, smiling and Dean slipped his other arm around me, kissing the back of my neck before leaning his chin on my shoulder. "Happy?" He asked and I turned to brush my cheek against his, nodding.
"Happy," I said with a smile. "You?"
"Mhmmm," he said, nodding.
Local Bar
Blue Earth, Minnesota
Present Day
Dean's POV
Jo and Cole had taken over organising the reception, which was all well and good because if it had been left to us, there wouldn't have been one. Cole had located a quiet little bar downtown that served homemade pizza and we commandeered the back section where there was a jukebox and a pool table.
Beth seemed a little more settled, and was happily chatting away to Ellen and Bobby, bouncing JJ on her knee as we set up the pool table for a few games. This early in the afternoon there wasn't a huge crowd of people which was perfect. Jo and Sam were at the jukebox, negotiating with the owner about putting a few of their own CDs in the machine, I wasn't even sure that was possible, but apparently it was because they were chuckling away and opening the machine up as I watched them.
"You're going to have to dance with her," Jefferson said, coming up beside me and nodding at Beth.
"Hey I dance with her plenty," I protested, looking at him and receiving an amused look in return. "Yeah, okay, maybe not so much," I admitted with a grin.
"Well, time to make good on that," Jefferson said, nodding at Cole who was giving him the thumbs up over at the jukebox with Jo and Sam. A familiar song, one of Beth's favourites, started to play over the speakers and I groaned internally. Public displays of affection really weren't my thing. Beth looked up at the start of the song and shot me an apologetic look from where she was sitting.
It seemed we were being conspired against because Ellen took JJ out of Beth's arms while Bobby gave her a little push in my direction.
"You know, one day I'm going to get you back for this," I muttered at Jefferson who laughed and clapped me on the back.
"I hope so my friend, I truly hope so," he said, shoving me in Beth's direction.
I rolled my eyes and walked over to her with a quirky smile, holding out my hand. "May I have this dance, Mrs Winchester?" I asked formally, throwing in a little bow for the audience. Beth giggled and nodded, taking my hand, letting me pull her out into a little cleared area near the jukebox.
Pulling her into my arms, I slipped my left hand around to her lower back, holding her close to me. We danced, forehead to forehead, and I kissed her softly as we swayed to the music, and I didn't see another person, only her. It was just Beth and me in the moment. I took it all in, holding on to the moment, because I knew before too long, reality was going to come crashing down and we would need to go back to the hunt. But tonight, just for tonight we could pretend we had a future together, we could pretend this was just the start of our lives together, instead of the end.
When I see your smile
Tears roll down my face I can't replace
And now that I'm strong I have figured out
How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul
And I know I'll find deep inside me I can be the one
I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven
AUTHOR'S NOTES
There's a few songs for this chapter because I have too many love songs I like for Dean & Beth
First song at the start is – Won't Let You Fall by Fergie - love love love it! I only just recently discovered it, I'm actually leaning toward this one being Dean & Beth's song.
Second song for when they're falling for each other – Falling for You by Colbie Caillat. Love!
Finally, of course, Your Guardian Angel by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. From the moment I heard it, months ago, I have been sold on this being "their song" but now I've heard Fergie's Won't Let You Fall I'm torn! They both have similar sentiments, so I love them both.
HAPPY NEW YEAR everyone! It's almost 3am on the 1st of January here :) So we're already into 2014. I'm about to go get some sleep :D (I also apologise for any typos etc. because I'm just too tired to do a proper read through, but I wanted to get this out before going to bed because tomorrow will be busy for me).
I'm skipping Ghostfacers for now, it will come up in Season 4, I want to use it as a flashback for Beth after Dean is gone as it'll fit in with another side-story I wanted to tell :)
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OK so, next up is... Long-Distance Call. Who do you think should get the call from John... Dean or Beth? Hmmm... I actually have no idea where I'm going with this episode, so it should be interesting to see what comes out! I forgot all about it hahaha I thought I was getting ready to write Time Is On My Side.
I'm also well aware there is a lot of speculation about Dean's silver ring and where it came from, who it belonged to, etc. So I just made up my own version :D
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