Summary: Withdrawn after an assault, pediatrician Dean is visited by handsome therapist Sam, a man with two shocking secrets. AU Sam/Dean slash romance. Warning: implied Alastair/Dean noncon
A/N: One last chapter.
Conjugal Glue (Part 14: The Wedding) by frostygossamer
Karen smoothed the shoulders of Dean's white suit and stepped back, surveying her handiwork proudly.
"Dean, you look a picture," she said, beaming.
Dean glanced down dubiously at the ridiculously frilly shirt Anna had picked out.
"Feel like the bastard son of Fat Elvis and Travolta in this thing," he snorted.
Karen giggled. "Now don't you bitch about it, sonny. You look absolutely fabulous," she said.
'Drop-dead gorgeous' was what she was thinking.
Dean winced. "Last time, least I looked like the guy," he muttered.
"We don't speak about 'last time' today, sonny," Karen reprimanded him lightly. "Today is going to be perfect. Because today you're going to marry the two most perfect people in the world."
Dean grinned. "Gotta agree," he said.
This whole situation seemed surreal. Today he was going to be married to Sam AND to Anna. It was going to be a traditional Deltaic wedding, straight from the old country. Dean still found it all pretty hard to believe.
"Kinda surprised the Greek Orthodox Church is up for these three-way shenanigans. Not exactly 'orthodox', would've thought," he commented.
Karen chuckled conspiratorially. "The Syndicate has a great deal of influence over our favourite priest, Father Jim," she explained.
She refolded Dean's display-only handkerchief and stuffed it back in his pocket.
"The dear man, he's prepared to bless almost anything. In return for a suitable donation to the church coffers, that is."
Dean laughed. "Fergus has deep pockets, huh?" he remarked. "BTW, what is this Syndicate everyone talks about, anyways? Some kinda Deltaic mafia? Fergus kinda has that Godfather vibe."
Ever since Dean had first met him, he had had the feeling Fergus wasn't as squeaky-clean as he pretended. The guy didn't even use his own name.
Karen smirked. "Nothing so colourful, sonny. Some folks would call it a 'Ladies' Committee'. We do the flowers, organize coffee mornings, baby showers, that sort of thing. Sometimes we do a little off-track betting on the side. There's really nothing more too it."
Dean was a little disappointed. "Nothing? Seriously?" he chuckled. "So you're not an underworld gang of sinister Scarfaces who meet in dimly lit, smoke-filled rooms and arrange for guys to get 'whacked'?"
Karen leaned up to him and placed a little peck on his cheek. "If you say so," she agreed.
Dean's eyes widened. "No shit," he breathed.
Karen primped the bunch of artificial flowers pinned to her pale blue dress and turned to leave. As she opened the door she paused to quietly explain.
"The Syndicate are MOTHERS, Dean. The Syndicate cares."
Truly, there is nothing on earth more dangerous to cross than a mother.
~0~
Outside, Sam was spending his last unwed minutes with his Dad. They both stood there, hands in pockets, kicking stones and not making eye contact. Fergus was grinning like a monkey, never a good thing in Sam's experience of the guy.
"Hate to admit it but I'm impressed, Samuel," he said. "Never thought you had it in you to come through as a 'mensch'."
"Yeah, well, you weren't the only one," Sam retorted. "Kinda doubted it myself for a while."
Fergus laughed. "I had my doubts too, you know," he agreed. "Before I met up with Bobby and his Karen, I thought I knew everything. Thought I was better than common humanity."
"And you don't now?" Sam asked acidly.
Fergus shook his head, dismissing the remark.
"Now I know that 'common humanity' is one of the most valuable things on this earth, son. It's valuable because it has no price. You can't buy it. Even with all my net worth."
"Really?" Sam responded.
"Oh, indubitably," Fergus replied.
"So you're saying you're glad to see me getting married?" Sam interpreted.
"Yes, but don't think that means I'm putting you back in my will," Fergus commented. "However, if little Deanna should grow up with a business head on her little shoulders, who knows..."
Sam realized that that was probably as close to a cease-fire as he was ever going to get with his Dad.
"Hug?" he suggested.
Fergus rolled his eyes, but moved forward and hugged his son with as much dignity as a small man could hug a giant.
~0~
When Dean entered the chapel, Anna was standing before the altar, radiant as all heck in her handmade lace gown. Her impeccably manicured hands were trembling. Dean took one hand and gave it an encouraging squeeze. Their eyes met and she smiled nervously.
"Gonna be fine," he hissed.
Her smile widened. "I know," she answered.
Sam's and Anna's parents, all six of them, were sitting in the front pew looking proud, Bobby doubly so. He turned to Lisa, who had come to support Dean.
"We saved two spaces for John and Mary, case they chose to attend in spirit," he explained. "Which I'm darn sure they'll do."
Lisa sat there bemused and smiling, with little Ben, Dean's new godson, on her lap. She still didn't quite understand what was going on, but she appreciated that Dean had wanted her there. There was something about him that reminded her of the old Dean she had first met.
"I'm just happy for Dean," she told Bobby, strangely choked. "Happy for all of them."
~0~
Sam paused to take a bracing breath just outside the double doors of the chapel, then he stepped purposefully into the aisle.
He was whip-smart in his silver-gray morning coat. As he gazed down the aisle toward the spot where the two most important people in his life stood side by side, waiting for him impatiently yet again, he thought his heart might actually burst right there. He heaved an enormous, rib-cracking sigh and joined then at the altar.
"This is it," he thought, smiling at them both, and acknowledged them. "Darling. Babe."
Castiel flashed him a bittersweet smile. He was multitasking, as maid of honour, best man and ring-bearer rolled up in one. After all, it was Castiel who had brought them together. He deserved to be a part of the big day.
"Good luck," Castiel mouthed silently.
It was going to be a full Deltaic wedding, a little Orthodox, and a little something unique. The betrothal blessing was all Greek to Dean, who stole sideways glances at the other two, heads bowed reverently. A complicated ring exchange then took place.
Sam finally slipped a simple white gold band onto Dean's right hand, in the Greek custom, and Dean slipped a similar one onto Anna's finger. Sam received the final ring from Anna.
Father Jim pronounced the nuptial blessing, they sipped from a common cup of wine and they were done. Then they all kissed, Sam clumsily stepping on Anna's train, nearly bringing them down in a tangled heap. Laughter filled the little chapel.
"That's a dang good omen," Bobby whispered, elbowing Fergus who rolled his eyes.
~0~
The happy trio were going to Vegas, because you do. So they were driving to the airport.
That afternoon, as they piled into Sam's car giggling and stupidly pleased with themselves, Sam at the wheel and Dean and Anna on the backseat, Bobby hurried out with little Deanna draped over his shoulder.
"Now don't y'all worry one bit. Karen and me're gonna take real good care of the little mischief-maker while you're gone. Just enjoy yourselves."
He handed the infant off to Karen and shook Sam's hand firmly.
"Remember, don't bet all ya money in one place, son," he said.
Then he grabbed Dean's hand and squeezed it bone-crushingly in both of his.
"And you, sonny, don't you forget that dice game's called craps for a reason."
Finally he leaned in and kissed Anna on her proffered cheek before stepping back.
"And most of all have fun, girlie."
Dean flinched. "Jeez, I finally get it," he gasped. "He's been calling me 'sonny' and pulping my paw from day one and I only just twigged that it means something."
Sam turned and looked at him like he was dim.
"Oh yeah?" he scoffed affectionately. "Nothing gets past you, right?"
Dean punched him on the shoulder as he pulled the car out of the drive.
"That sorta snark don't suit you, Gigantor," Dean complained.
Anna butted in, chuckling.
"Hey, guys, sober up and keep your eyes on the road, or one of you is going to end up sleeping on the floor tonight."
Sam shut up immediately and made a buttoning his lip gesture.
"Didn't think..." Dean cut himself off. "Was the plan that we all...?"
Sam glanced over his shoulder, big grin on his face.
"Booked a suite with a king-size bed, kiddos," he growled, wriggling his eyebrows.
"Don't act like a prude, Dean," Anna chuckled. "This is our wedding night we're talking about. It's tradition."
"Didn't realize I was going to end up the PB&J in some kinky-ass sex sandwich," Dean protested.
Anna doubled up laughing. "Oh poor baby. The look on your face. You'd think we'd suggested forcing you to be our sex slave."
"Hey, steady there, Anna," Sam interrupted, mindful of Dean's sensibilities. "It's OK, Dean. Just a symbolic thing. No biggie."
Anna wiped her eyes and smiled.
"Yes, Dean darling, tonight we're just going to hold hands and lay there thinking about our 'Matrimonial Duty'," she explained. "Tomorrow night I'll leave you two alone, and you can screw each other silly in peace."
Sam grinned. "Or we can draw for it," he teased.
"Seriously? Because I could take either one of you without breaking a sweat." Dean retorted, getting into the joke.
Anna grabbed his face in both hands and pressed a big sloppy kiss to his mouth.
"You know," she said. "You guys are going to be fun to come home to."
Sam glanced in the rear-view and pouted.
"Dean, you wanna drive while Anna and ME smooch in the back, huh?" he asked.
Anna giggled. "Feeling left out, darling?" she queried, playfully.
Sam readjusted the mirror and turned his attention back to the road.
"Just leave a little sugar for me, babe," he said.
"Oh, I got plenty sugar to go round," Dean smirked, and he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the corner of Sam's jaw. "Always plenty left for my Sammy."
Anna smiled as she watched her two best guys flirt with each other. Then she pulled Dean back into the backseat.
"Let him concentrate on his driving, Dean," she scolded. "Keep me company."
Dean happily let her snuggle up against him.
"Feel like... Jeez, dunno how I feel, but it's sure as hell good," he declared.
Dean had always had a lot of love to give. Used to be he wasted it on the wrong people. Now he had special people who were going to love him as much as he deserved, and all he had to do was love them back. Piece of cake, easy as pie.
And that's conjugal glue.
The End.
A/N: Well, that's it. Hope it left you feeling suitably fluffy.