I only have rights to Meredith and Eliie, the rest belongs to Eric Kripke! Fluffy one shot of Meredith and Dean.
Newlyweds Dean and Meredith Winchester walked together, hand in hand, out of the parking lot of the motel and straight inside, to the room they shared. They had a small Winchester wedding that was held in the local park, being married to each other by Bobby. Sam was, of course the best man and Ellie was the maid of honour. They had a few guests, give or take, including Castiel, Crowley, much to Dean's dismay. Also present had been Ellen and Jo, as well as Charlie, Chuck and Becky. Dean looked over at his wife, a proud grin on his face, making it very clear that he was hiding something from her. Meredith eyes kept looking ahead, biting back a shy smile she had. Why am I so shy to smile I do it all the time… she wondered to herself, as they stopped in front of the door. Dean pulled out the small card and slid it in the slot, unlocking it.
"Dean…? This isn't our room…"
"Shh, just trust me." He replied as he pulled the card and tucked it away.
Dean swung open the door and the sight took away Meredith's breath. It wasn't in fact their room at all. Or a room. It was the door to the garden. It was lit up and there was a table for two, with a bottle of whiskey, a bottle of champagne, and pizza. She chuckled, as he led her in, looking around.
"Dean, this is amazing…" she whispered, running her fingers lightly over the perfectly cut roses. Dean beamed, standing back, watching her look around. She was wearing a light pink dress, which contrasted her tanned skin perfectly. Her brown hair were a little more wavier than usual. She wore the simple engagement ring he gave to her when he asked for her hand. She had a bright smile on her face as she spun from side to side, watching the flowers and the twinkling lights.
Dean got up, a song starting on the mini stereo he wired through some abandoned truck. He walked over to her and pulled his wife into his arms, smiling down at her. She looked down at his feet, moving smoothly as they danced.
"Not bad, Winchester." She smirked, looking up at him.
"You're not so bad yourself…Winchester." Dean winked down at her. Meredith raised her eyebrows, hearing the song as the volume got a little louder.
"Styx?" she asked him.
"What? A little Styx never hurt, right? Especially this song….babe." he chuckled.
"Very funny…" she smiled, listening to the song, resting her head on his chest. Because it's you, Babe, whenever I get weary and I've had enough, feel like giving up, You know it's you, Babe, given me the courage and the strength I need, please believe, that it's true…babe I love you… she pulled away slightly and looked up at him, as he hummed along. "Those lyrics…" she trailed off.
"Fits how much you're there for me when I'm ready to give up on everything. You help me up when I need it and when I refuse it…hell, you don't let me refuse." He replied, with a short pause. "I love you, and I couldn't wait to make you my wife." He whispered, leaning down, pressing his lips lightly against hers.