Chapter 3: Salt gun wedding

Dean stood at the altar in a black starched suit; his white shirt gleamed in the bleak church. Next to him Kate wore a white skirt suit, simply cut with a knee length skirt. Behind them two church aides acted witnesses.

"We are gathered here today…."Pastor Grant read aloud to the all but empty church. As he spoke a figure slipped into the back of the church. John slipped into a pew at the back dressed in jeans and a flannelette shirt. He sat and watched the wedding.

"Mary would kill me…." He muttered to himself. Knowing that his wife would have wanted his son to marry for love and nothing else, but there had always been something between Kate and Dean ever since they'd met 18months ago.

John watched as the pastor read the vows, but his mind wandered to the day Kate had come to live with them. It was April 2001, 6months before Sam left. Kate had been living with Bobby for 2 years ever since her father, another hunter, had been killed on a hunt. Kate's mother had abandoned her to her father when she was 4.

Kate had come to the Winchesters to help out on a hunt and had never left. When Sam left a few months later, she just took his spot. To John she was like a daughter, to Dean she was something else.

"Do you Dean John Winchester take Kate Lynne Murphy to be you wedded wife in sickness and health and forsaking all others as long as you both shall live?" The pastor asked

John laughed to himself 'Forsaking all others…' he thought as his mind ran backwards. Since Dean met Kate, there hadn't been others, not really, not like before. That was how John knew there was something different, but he knew Dean would never do anything to compromise the hunt or his family. So he put his feelings on hold, as he had.

John looked up as he heard Kate's voice, "I do" she smiled

"I now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride." The pastor finished. Dean lent in a kissed Kate deeply. Neither pulled back for a moment when they did it was Kate who spoke in barely a whisper "Now it starts." She sighed.

It was early Monday morning, the sun peeked into the motel room through a gap in the curtains throwing light across the double bed in what the manager had called the deluxe honeymoon suite. Pink walls, dark pink carpet, fluffy pink bed spread and to top it off a pink bathroom suite. Dean had joked when they arrived; that it looked like a flamingo threw up in there.

Kate lay on the left of the bed with her back to Dean who laid sprawled out on the right.

Both jumped as the phone on Dean's side of the bed rang. He didn't open his eyes as he reached for it sending his gun to the floor.

"Hello." He mumbled still sleepy

"Mr. Winchester? Pastor Grant is here in the reception with a gift for you and your wife, should I send him over?" The cheery voice asked.

"Sure, go for it." Dean said as he hung up and rolled over, "Hey Padre's making a house call, Kate"

"Mmm, yea." She replied. Pulling the covers up round her shoulders.

Dean sat up on the edge of the bed, "I said, time to get up. Psycho Padre on his way. Kate I mean it."

"Yea, yea I hear you….but we're on our honeymoon, I think he'd be suspicious if we both answer the door dressed and awake."

"So I'll answer and you get to sleep."

"Right" Kate smiled and rolled back over, "Go it in one."

The knock at the door stopped any more conversation. Dean pulled his jeans over his shorts and opened the door a little. "Padre, morning."

"Good Morning Dean, I just wanted to stop by and give you this." He held out a small basket with a blanket on the top, "Its sort of a honeymoon basket. I know you and Kate a here alone and I wanted to give you a sort of gift."

"Thank you…its real special." Dean said accepting the basket and putting it just inside the door. "Kate's sleeping now, but I'm sure she thanks you too."

"There's a map in there too, I marked on a nice spot for a picnic. And tonight's a new moon, excellent night for a picnic." Grant smiled, "Well I'll be off. Enjoy the night time picnic."

Dean closed the door and looked over at Kate who was sat up in bed.

"I guess that's the carrot…." She said looking at the basket.

"Yep, and we're the donkey's that are going to follow." Dean replied as he walked over to his cell phone. "Dad….Its on. Tonight."