Chapter 2
"Brother? You—you're alive!" Castiel gazed wide-eyed at the other angel.
Bobby stood and demanded indignantly, "Who the hell are you? And whaddya think you're doing, interrupting a goddamn wedding?"
"Sorry, forgot that most of you haven't met me! The name's Gabe," Gabriel replied airily. "I had to stop by to help these crazy kids celebrate their big day!"
"Gabriel? As in the bloody archangel?" Crowley asked, looking perturbed.
Gabriel shrugged and tried to walk closer. His face became momentarily nonplussed as he encountered the protective barrier I'd quickly raised between him and everyone else. The archangel had helped us the last time we'd met him, but he'd been an unpredictable and dangerous opponent in his role as the Trickster in our other encounters. Needless to say, I trusted him even less than I trusted our friend the crossroads demon. I had no idea if my shield could withstand the full might of an archangel, one unencumbered by a failing temporary vessel or suppressing magic. But Dean immediately bolstered it, and I was prepared to call on Cas, Missouri, and possibly even Crowley for assistance if needed.
"Listen, I ain't here to cause any problems, honest," Gabriel said, dropping his usual flippant expression. "I really am here to enjoy the wedding. These guys saved the fucking world, and I wanna show them a little appreciation! I'm the one that sent Castiel the message 'bout your honeymoon, you know."
I glanced over at Dean. What do you think? Do you buy what he's saying?
I dunno. He helped us once in a pretty big way, but most of the time the dude's been a giant douchebag. Cas?
I understand your apprehension. But as far as I can tell, my older brother is telling the truth right now, the seraph responded.
I dropped the shield and took a step forward. "We'll take your word at face value for now, Gabriel. But we won't hesitate to take you down again if you try to cause any mischief here. Understand?"
"No problemo, amigo! Like I said, I'm just here to help! Lemme start by taking care of the civilians before their heads explode. Don't worry, I'm just gonna adjust their memories a tad." He indicated the musicians and photographer, who were staring dumbfounded. He snapped his fingers, and their faces cleared.
Dean stepped up beside me. "Whaddya mean 'bout the honeymoon?"
"I'll tell you at the reception—I don't wanna derail the wedding any further. But I promise, you're gonna love it!"
We looked at each other and shrugged. At that, our friends rushed up to my husband and I to offer their congratulations, as the musicians began playing Rachmaninov's Second Symphony, Third Movement. Afterwards, we left our guests to mingle while we went with the photographer to take pictures around the botanical park. The wedding photographer was Jody's idea—she pointed out that we'd want more than cellphone photos to commemorate the occasion. The young woman we'd hired, who'd already captured numerous pictures of the ceremony, took various poses of the two of us together, separately, and with Cas, Bobby, and Jody. Per our instructions, she kept the shots as natural as possible—neither of us were interested in the clichéd images found in most wedding albums—and finished before Dean could get bored or impatient.
We then left the park to return to the Hotel Blackhawk for the reception. Dean had actually let someone decorate the Impala with silk flowers and a "Just Married" sign in the rear windshield, though he drew the line at tying cans to the bumper. We left first, with the others following behind in a small procession.
As we waited at the first red light, my brother leaned over and brushed his lips against mine. You happy, baby boy?
God, yes! Today has been unbelievable! I feel giddy over using the word husband now instead of fiancé or boyfriend, I answered enthusiastically.
I know how you feel, kiddo! This has gotta be the best day ever, and it ain't over yet! Though I gotta say, how weird is our life that our wedding gets crashed by a fucking archangel?
I snorted. I know, right? Hopefully that's the worst thing that happens today. Though I am nervous about his plans for our honeymoon, knowing his . . . unique sense of humor.
He says he wants to help out, so hopefully it's something awesome. But if it turns out to suck ass, we'll figure out an alternative—go to the Grand Canyon or find a nice beach or whatever.
Upon arriving at the hotel, we went up to the rooftop terrace, which overlooked the Mississippi River. Since we were a relatively tiny party, the staff had pushed together a few square tables to make a single long table at one end of the terrace, covered with crisp white linens and set with gilt-edged china, gleaming silverware, and sparkling crystal. A small bar was placed nearby, serving a selection of wine, beer, whiskey, and scotch. The DJ was set up at the opposite end of the terrace and was already playing some of Dean's favorite classic rock. Benches and chairs for socializing lined the other two sides of the rooftop, with an open area in the middle for dancing. Scattered throughout were red and white roses and candle lanterns.
My husband and I sat at the center of the table, facing the river, with our family and friends seated all around. Waiters came around while everyone was settling in, pouring drinks and bringing trays of appetizers—crab cakes, shrimp cocktail, scallops, chicken croquets, and crostini.
Once all our guests were seated and the salads had been served, Bobby got to his feet. "If I can have a moment? We all know why we're here today. I've known Dean and Sam since when they thought See Spot Run was the height of literature, and I'd like to think I had a hand in how they turned out. They've never had an easy life, not even when they were kids, and they've never had much. But the one thing they've always had is each other. They've always watched out for and taken care of each other, and that's helped them overcome everything they've faced—from rising above a lousy childhood to defeating the Prince of Darkness himself. The love they have for each other really is the kind you only expect to see in fairy tales.
"There's gonna be plenty of people who won't understand or accept Sam and Dean being together—because they're both men, because they were raised together, because of what they each are. I say those people can kiss my ass, 'cause they ain't got the right to criticize my boys! These two risked everything to save the goddamn world, and they deserve as much happiness, peace, and satisfaction as they can find together. I for one am ecstatic that they've come together like this today, and I hope everyone else is too.
"So I'd like you all to raise your glasses in a toast. To Sam and Dean—may you never lie, steal, cheat, or drink. But if you must lie, lie in each other's arms. If you must steal, steal away each other's sorrows. If you must cheat, cheat death because you can't live without each other. And if you must drink, drink in the moments that take each other's breath away."
Everyone lifted up their glasses and drank, and Dean and I leaned in to give each other a kiss. The appetizers and salad plates were removed soon after and replaced with the main course. Dean's plate was a New York strip steak with glazed carrots and garlic mashed potatoes, while I had herb-roasted chicken with steamed vegetables and rice pilaf.
Before we could start eating, Gabriel stood up. "Hey again, everybody! I'm gonna be quick here. There're very few people who can make an angel feel ashamed of himself. These guys, however, managed to pull me outta eons of hiding through their stubbornness, courage, and selflessness and made me see that I had to take a stand. Now, most of my charming relatives upstairs think it's reward enough to leave y'all alone, which I'm sure you're glad to see! But I gotta do more—these two put it all on the line to save our collective bacon, and I wanna do at least one nice thing for 'em to show my gratitude.
"So Sam and Dean, I've taken care of your honeymoon arrangements. There's a two-week reservation, all expenses paid, waiting for you at this real swanky resort I know. It's on a secluded island in the Florida Keys, so Dean can take his best girl with him. This place's got it all—private bungalows, fine dining, pristine beaches, posh spa, and all kinds of tropical activities. There's ferry shuttle and sea plane services if you wanna visit other islands or the mainland while you're there. Oh, and it's, um . . . supernatural friendly, so you won't need to hide anything. Don't worry though—the resort has very strict rules on acceptable behavior, so this ain't gonna turn into a 'working' vacation. I'll take you there myself tomorrow to save on travel time. Whaddya think?" The archangel smiled ingratiatingly.
My husband and I looked at each other in surprise, and then Dean rose. "We dunno what to say except thanks, man. This is way more than we expected. We haven't always seen eye-to-eye, but we couldn't have succeeded if you hadn't gotten us outta that hotel and given us the info 'bout the key."
I got to my feet as well. "We want to thank everyone here. You've all helped us at one point or another over the years, and we wouldn't be here today without you. Dean and I are especially grateful that you're here with us now to celebrate this special day. You're our family, and we love you all. Cheers!"
After everyone drank to this toast, Dean added, "That's it for the speeches, folks! Let's enjoy the great food and the dessert coming up. Then there'll be plenty of timing for dancing and hanging out, 'cause we got this terrace until midnight. Mangia!"
We both sat down, as did Gabriel. The conversation over the meal mostly revolved around catching up with what everyone had been doing since we'd last seen each other. After the plates were taken away, the waiters brought out dessert. Instead of a traditional wedding cake, we had several of Dean's favorite types of pie—apple, cherry, blueberry, chocolate, and pecan—with ice cream or whipped cream as accompaniments. Gabe in particular fell to with gusto, and the only thing keeping my brother from trying to match him in pie consumption was the realization that eating himself sick on his wedding night was a bad idea.
Once everyone'd had at least one slice of pie, we all got up and spread out to the terrace seating and dance floor. Dean and I had the traditional first dance as a married couple to Led Zeppelin's Thank You, and then we each took turns dancing with Jody, Missouri, and Melissa. Between dances, we tried to spend time talking with each of our friends. There was an unspoken conspiracy among the two of us, Melissa, and Garth to arrange for Bobby and Jody to dance or sit together as often as possible. And even Castiel and Crowley each got pulled onto the dance floor on more than one occasion.
Dean disappeared sometime after eleven o'clock, whispering in my ear before he left that he had preparations to take care of in our room. I fell into a discussion with the other hunters there, reminiscing about the weirdest cases we'd ever had. This led in turn to some mostly good-natured ribbing of Gabriel, since he featured prominently in several of my strangest tales. The archangel gave back as good as he got while indulging in yet another piece of pie.
It was maybe half an hour or so later that I felt my husband's thoughts brush against mine. Say goodnight to everyone, Sammy. Got a nice surprise for you down here!
Recognizing the heated purr in his voice, I hastily bid my farewells and rushed from the rooftop terrace.
The lights were turned down when I entered our hotel room, but lit candles were placed on the nightstands, dresser, desk, and end tables. Glass vases of roses decorated those surfaces as well. All of My Love played softly from an iPod on the dresser. There was no sign of Dean in the bedroom, but I could see light under the closed door to the bathroom.
I carefully hung my tux jacket and tie, which had been removed earlier in the evening, over the back of a chair and took off my vest. I'd just sat down on the bed to take off my shoes when my brother emerged from the bathroom, wearing a white robe. He took a few steps forward before opening the robe and dropping it.
My breath caught as the white silk slipped from his shoulders, revealing a white lace underbust bustier wrapped around his lean torso. Satin garters attached to the bottom of the bustier held up sheer white lace-topped thigh-high stockings on his muscular legs, while filmy white lace panties covered his perfect ass. He'd worn panties for me a couple times previously but never full lingerie, and I could feel the blood in my body rushing south in reaction.
He moved closer, and my breathing momentarily ceased. His face was lightly made up—greenish-gold shadow and dark brown liner accentuating the size and color of his bright eyes, black mascara lengthening his already long lashes, light pearlescent powder emphasizing the fairness and smoothness of his freckled skin, and rosy lip gloss making his lush mouth even more kissable. He stopped in front of me, smiling, and I caught a whiff of a musky fragrance with notes of jasmine, sandalwood, and vanilla.
I don't know how he did it—just when I thought he couldn't be sexier, he managed to prove me wrong. On another man, this outfit—the lace, the stockings, the make-up, all of it—might've looked ridiculous. But on Dean, it highlighted his feminine features while still leaving it clear that he was definitely a man. My heart started to pound, my breathing became ragged, and my cock grew harder than it'd ever been in my life.
You like what you see, baby? he asked with a gleam in his eyes, though I could sense the nervousness underneath his sultry expression.
I immediately stood, clasped his hands, and kissed those glossy lips. You are the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen! If you make me any hornier, I'm going to split these very expensive pants!
Well, we can't have that! he said with a laugh, as his anxiety disappeared and was replaced by arousal. You look way too hot in this suit to ruin it!
With that, my husband began unbuttoning my shirt and removing the studs, while I unfastened my pants. When I was down to only my black silk boxers, I sat back down on the bed and pulled him to stand between my legs. I spread my hands over his ribs, feeling the soft texture of the rose-patterned lace. He wove his fingers through my hair and tilted my head back to kiss me. I opened my mouth under his, and he slid his tongue inside to deepen the kiss.
After kissing ardently for several minutes, I drew my head away and leaned forward to flick his nipples with my tongue. He gasped and tugged on my hair as I suckled and nibbled at the tender nubs, while my fingers toyed with the satin ribbon lacing up the front of the bustier. I let my fingers drift down to lightly pluck at the garters and run along the waistband of the panties.
"Lie down, Dee. I want to be able to reach all of you," I told my lover.
While he arranged himself in the center of the plush king bed, I pushed my boxers off, freeing my engorged member. I crawled on top and bent my neck to kiss him again, while reaching a hand down to caress his erect shaft through the lacy panties. Dean returned my kiss and wrapped his fingers around my cock, stroking it and thrusting his own against my hand. I could feel the moisture as his pre-cum soaked the flimsy fabric.
"Hurry, Sammy! Need you in me!" he moaned, his desire rising.
He spread his legs so that I could settle between them, and I could see that the crotch of his panties was already damp. I pushed the fabric aside to expose his puckered entrance and rubbed the head of my cock along his perineum for a moment before sinking into his slick, tight channel. He hitched his legs over my hips and squeezed his inner walls around me gently. I pushed his white-clad thighs up further and began sliding in and out of him at a steady pace.
I'd originally planned to keep my lovemaking tender tonight, to make our wedding night something exceptional and magical. But seeing that gossamer material rubbing against the base of my member, seeing that delicate lace stretch over my husband's sides with each panted breath, seeing those sooty lashes flutter and pink-smeared lips open as he gasped in pleasure . . . My control eroded, and I found myself gripping his hips tightly and thrusting harder and harder into his hot, silky passage. He cried out and flexed around my shaft each time I rubbed against his prostate.
Dean reached up and braced against the headboard as I yanked his pelvis up higher, so that his knees were resting on my shoulders, and hammered into his ass. He soon screamed and clenched around me in ecstasy, shooting his semen into his lacy panties. I bent him over even more and continued to pound into him, growling with each deep thrust. I could feel his arousal growing again, even so soon after orgasming, as my cock stimulated his pleasure spot with every stroke.
"Ahh, God! Sammy, your . . . ahh, cock feels so fucking good! Don't . . . ahh, don't stop!" he gasped.
I redoubled my pace, feeling his love and want enveloping me, until the bed was creaking beneath us and my brother was wordlessly shouting loud enough for half the floor to hear us. He finally shuddered and clamped down hard around my member as he came once more. I managed to plunge into him an additional couple of times before ejaculating deep into his moist, velvety channel. I collapsed beside him, my vision spinning for a moment.
"This is all your fault, jerk!" I complained once I was capable of speech again. I could vaguely hear In Your Eyes playing in the background.
Dean smirked at my playful tone, radiating satisfaction. "Whatcha bitching 'bout now, bitch?"
"I was going to take things slow, to try to make tonight special. But you . . . this . . . it was just too damn irresistible!" I waved a hand towards the bustier and stockings.
"Hah! Just seeing me in panties always drives you nuts, so I knew you'd go totally ape-shit for the whole nine yards." He stretched sensuously and peered up at me through his long, darkened lashes. "Don't worry—I like it when you go all alpha-male on me. It's really hot, dude!"
You constantly amaze me, you know that? I would never have the guts to try to pull something like this off, I told him while pressing kisses down the column of his throat. Nor look half as good doing it!
I wanted to do something memorable for our wedding night. Dunno if I'll go for all this again, though seeing how much you like it . . . And you don't give yourself enough credit for how gorgeous you are, sweetheart. Besides, you certainly have the hair to go with an outfit like this! He teasingly tugged on a lock of my hair, which now brushed my shoulders—I'd been growing it out recently.
I know how much you like it, even if you'll never admit it! I retorted as I bit lightly at the base of his neck. Did Jody help you with this too?
Hell no! It's bad enough that she had to get us those sex toys all those months ago! I mean, it's been awesome having her assistance with all the planning that went into today, but . . . This panty thing is private, something just between us, he said, blushing self-consciously. Someone from the spa came up to help with the makeup, but I took care of the lingerie by myself.
I kissed his ruddy lips slowly, feeling both flattered and humbled that he trusted me with this, something which went so far against the tough outer image he usually projected. He opened his mouth under mine with a sigh and brought his hands down to caress my chest, massaging my pectoral muscles and fondling my nipples. I dropped my hands to grasp his ass, kneading each buttock separately. We remained like this for a couple minutes, exchanging lazy kisses and soft touches.
Dean then began kissing his way down my body, pausing to suck a hickey at the juncture of my neck and shoulders, to flick and suckle at each of my nipples, to dip his tongue into my navel, and to lick a line down my treasure trail. I arched my back as he kissed around the edge of my groin and gasped as he first scratched his teeth over my scrotum and then drew each testicle into his mouth. He stroked my erect cock a few times before swallowing it down to the base.
"Damn, Dee, that's incredible! No one's ever sucked my cock like you do!" I groaned.
He smiled around my girth and started to hum along to the iPod, which was now playing More Than Words. His tongue swirled around my shaft as he bobbed his head up and down my length in time to the song, while his fingers rolled and fondled my balls. Soon I felt my testicles tighten up, and he drew back to suck on my glans as I climaxed into his mouth with a yell.
Before my erection could begin to wilt, my lover climbed up to straddle my pelvis and sank down on my member, surrounding me in his wet, snug heat. We both moaned at not only the physical sensations as we joined again, but also the passion, adoration, and completeness we experienced from one another. He leaned down to kiss me hungrily while rocking his hips and constricting the walls of his channel around me. He then sat back up and started to rise up and drop down on my shaft. I put my hands on his hips and thrust up into him each time he came down.
We moved together like this for a time, our gasps and moans and flesh slapping together drowning out the music. Eventually he sped up his motions and slipped a hand into his panties to jack his stiff cock rapidly. I tightened my grip and began slamming up into his smooth, warm passage. He suddenly cried out loudly and squeezed hard around my member, spurting his seed onto the filmy fabric over his groin. This pushed me over the edge, and I shouted as I pulsed into his depths. He collapsed onto my torso, his inner walls trembling and his chest rumbling in a satiated purr.
I looked down at my husband—his tawny hair rumpled, green eyes heavy, freckled skin flushed, makeup smeared, bustier sweat-stained, panties soaked in our cum. He was still a vision, and my heart swelled at the thought of spending the rest of my life like this. I wrapped my arms around him in a tender embrace, as the iPod switched to Wild Horses.
Today has to be the best of my life, baby! I can't imagine ever being happier than this, I said, reaching down to capture those full lips with mine.
Dean kissed back enthusiastically. I know what you mean, darling! This has gotta knock some stuff off our greatest hits list whenever we get to Heaven. And we still have the honeymoon to look forward to!
I know we were kind of nervous earlier about what Gabriel had planned for that, but I got a really good feeling when he talked about it at the reception, I mentioned.
I'd not had any visions since Azazel's death, but I did start to get good or bad "vibes" about things after the showdown in Stull. I'd gotten a very good feeling when Dean proposed to me and a rather negative one about the vampire hunt where Garth got injured and we lost two other hunters. This vibe thing hadn't happened often, but I was learning to pay attention when it did.
Is that so? Well, that's a positive sign, my brother responded. Ya know, if Gabe keeps this up, I might stop wanting to rip his fucking balls off for what he did to you.
To me? You're the one he killed over a hundred times!
Yeah, but I wasn't really aware of what was going on. You were the one who had to live through that shit! Not to mention getting hit in the nads during that fucked-up game show or having to do that damn herpes commercial.
Ugh, don't remind me! Let's hope it's nothing but good memories from now on. I rolled us over and gazed into his wide eyes. "Let's make some more now—the night isn't over yet!"