Sorry for the long wait, really. I hope you people enjoy this chapter…it comes with a little surprise. n_n

"A wedding dress? Don't you think is bit too early to buy one?" Dean followed Carrie from the kitchen to the living room, the scene repeated in reverse while Castiel and Bobby were watching the news, paying more attention to the scene instead of the T.V.

"I'm gonna look for a wedding dress, not buying one. Hamish is going to take me and Jo there." She said looking for he purse; her boots were on as her favorite leather jacket. "I'll send your greetings to Alana." She laughed when Dean stopped in his place and looked at her with some kind of fear in his eyes. "Just kidding. I'll drop there and say hello before going to see the dress."

"We're here!" called Jo outside. Carrie rushed to give a kiss to her dads and Bobby. "I'll come for dinner, Jo and Ellen want to take me to a restaurant after this, bye!" Then she ran to the door and to Hamish's car.

Castiel was uneasy since this morning, he knew Dean was planning something but he didn't know how to come up with to discuss it with him. He loved both Dean and Carrie, but what he couldn't tolerate was for the two of them to have a fight, neither he wanted to take a side; it was pointless in the family. He was sure this unreasonable hate Dean had against Hamish was doing no good to him, it wasn't sane either to keep going with the pranks at this point.

"Well, I'm gonna go too. Those cars are not gonna fix themselves." Dean pulled Cass out of his thoughts, remembering him he had to go to work too, yes, that would keep Dean busy for a while and will give Cass sometime to think how to talk with him properly.

"We'll be back in a few hours." Said Castiel to Bobby, Sam and his brother.

"Don't forget the cheese!" they heard Gabriel before to shut the door.

Alana Idris' boutique was very popular, all things fancy and expensive but with high quality were in her shop, sparkling and simple clothing were all gathered in one place. Ellen and Jo couldn't stop looking at the shop, they could smell perfume in the air but that wasn't exactly bad, it just made the place fancier.

"Welcome." They heard to stop staring at the palace-shop. "I wasn't expecting the Harvelle girls to visit. Go ahead and take a look at it, today everything is half-off." The woman guided them inside the boutique. She wasn't so old, maybe a bit younger than Ellen, with black stylish hair behind her head and a white tight dress with a blazer in the same color with golden buttons; her nails were bright red as her lips, with a remarkable british accent.

Hamish thought of blood when he looked her lips, remembering his dad, Sherlock, says the word often when is about to attend a case. "Blood." He repeated in the same tone and laughed for a second.

"Thanks, Alana. We were just passing by to announce something." Said Jo, then she grabbed Carrie's arm and showed her left hand, smiling and giggling just for amusement. Alana's blue eyes became wider and smiled at Carrie.

"Congratulations!" Before anything else could happen, Carrie drag Hamish to her side and took his hand, he entangled their fingers together.

"Alana, he is my future husband, Hamish Holmes."

"Pleasure to meet you, Alana." Instead of a shake hand, the black haired woman hugged them both. But only Carrie hugged her back because Hamish felt awkward, he never saw her before in his previous visits but he figured Carrie told her a lot about him. When the hug ended Alana grabbed their hands.

"I presume you're here for a wedding dress. Please, come with me. I insist." Before they could say no they were being drag to a different room inside the boutique. "You'll love them, I'm making my own designs but I haven't have much time to work on them."

"I didn't know you were in the wedding dresses industries." Jo commented as a room full of mannequins surrounded them.

"The boutique is perfectly fine, it makes me want to do something with my resources. Go ahead and pick one." She said.

"Really?" Alana nodded but Carrie wasn't so convinced. This woman was her babysitter and a very good friend of her dads; she once liked Dean and liked the way Castiel got jealous whenever she flirted with him as a joke, god only knows she liked doing the same thing switching boys. Carrie liked her very much because she never tried something beyond those jokes, plus, she taught her how to use make up when the time came; Alana was one of her mothers like Jo, Ellen, Charlie and Meg. "Ok, I will."

"And to sweeten your day, I'll give you the dress with a seventy-five percent of discount."

"Excellent, you girls go pick a dress. I need to go to the morgue for those results." Hamish kissed his future wife and rushed and say bye to the girls, then flashed out of the boutique.

"Morgue?" Alana smiled in curiosity, Carrie smiled in amusement. "Is he Sherlock and John Holmes' boy? The ones that appear in the Britain television solving crimes?"

"We call him scone-face as a cute nickname in the family." Said Jo looking one of the dresses in a really big closet. "Although Dean prefers to call him-"

"Don't go any further Harvelle." Both Carrie and Ellen had to talk before another round between the two young girls. "Fine. Try this one." Jo handed her the dress not caring much about it.

"So, Dean's till angry that you finally are going to have a man in your bed for the rest of your life? I don't understand. Is he done with his pranks?" Carrie had to suppress a laugh when she entered the tiny room to put the dress on.

"He's just digesting the idea of me and Hamish together. By the way, you're invited to the wedding, just like Cate …and uncle Benny will be there too."

Alana raised her eyebrows while Ellen and Jo smiled back to her. They knew Alana was a very busy woman but also that she liked Benny. She was single and Carrie always wanted to see her happy with a man instead of joking about getting one her dads to her bed…even if the joke included a trio. "Just tell me when is going to be the wedding and I'll decide if I can go." Alana turned around and went to see her others customers.

Hamish waited patiently at the cafeteria. He knew this day had to come and he was ready…although deep inside was thinking the worst he could handle and the worst he could not. Back then in boutique he received an important text, but it wasn't from the morgue. One of his nightmares sat in front of his table in the bar, it wasn't his worst nightmare, that one was miles away in England back with a three-patch problem.

"Hope you haven't wait too long." Hamish blocked his phone and looked at the eyes of Dean, he smiled just for a moment and then turned serious.

"What took you so long? I already ordered and I just confirmed." He leaned to the table and entangled his fingers. "The place just ran out of pie." He assured with a tiny smile.

Dean tried at his best not to make a scene, then noticed the plate in front of Hamish and saw it has pieces of bread and something like honey or golden jam. Dean saw Hamish tracing the left overs with his fingers and eat it, tasting the flavor and knowing what Hamish meant.

"You know that apples are my favorite too right?" Hamish told him. "Carrie makes the best apple pies in the whole world."

Winchester didn't know how to react. He calmed himself thinking in something else. Yes, he needed to talk with this kid and he knew he was going to get what he wanted from the very beginning. Dean showed the kid a leather bag and pull out some papers. While Hamish looked at him with a straight face, only observing, always observing and moving his eyes as Dean pulled out papers and plans.

"Ok smart kid." Dean began. "We need to talk."

Oh! Tension. what do you think is going to happen now?

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