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Family dinners, pre‑wedding chaos, and Winchester-sized nerves collide as everyone gathers for rehearsals, stories, and last‑minute preparations.

Rating: PG
Contains:  Themes of family, humor, and light references to hunting life; nothing graphic.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE (Part 2 of 5):  
Wedding

I ABSOLUTELY REFUSED TO HAVE A BRIDAL SHOWER. I didn’t really see the point, and we didn’t have much time for it. We came home the evening before the rehearsal dinner, and there was just too much to finish to throw a party. Also, no matter how many times I said “no gifts,” I knew people wouldn’t listen. I didn’t think we could handle the toasters and coffee makers, considering we didn’t actually have a “home” for them. I was just better off not having one.

Sam and Dean went out a few nights prior for a “bachelor” party—which I believe translated to drinking at a bar. I didn’t ask, and I didn’t really want to know for sure what they did.

Most of my family had never met Dean or Sam—except for the few they’d seen at my grandfather’s funeral all those months ago. I doubted they remembered much about them. Dean wanted to stay for a little while—unless something major happened. We’d probably be invited to a lot of family dinners and whatnot following the wedding. I tried to prep Dean (and Sam) for that. Dean, of course, shrugged it off. I actually believed he was excited about it.

Sam was right. Dean really did want something normal—and a family was part of that. I guessed he’d know for sure if that was something he wanted after our visit. I hoped that, in the future, things would calm down enough so we could experience those things together on a regular basis.

DRIVING INTO TOWN, my parents told us that my dad’s sister and her family had invited everyone (meaning my parents and us) for dinner. Tomorrow would be the rehearsal dinner. The next day, the wedding. Dinner at my parents’ the following day. Then, I believed they said my Aunt Cheryl wanted to host everyone, and possibly the following Friday, a dinner with my Uncle Victor’s family.

I couldn’t even think past the next two days—let alone the following week!

We stopped at my parents’ house, dropped off a few things, and quickly took inventory of what was in for the wedding. We chatted briefly, and everyone seemed excited and in a good mood. Then we all packed into my parents’ Kia Soul to go to my Aunt Dawn’s for dinner—rigatoni. Aunt Dawn was my father’s oldest sister.

We pulled up to the little yellow Cape Cod house. As we got out of the car, I could hear their dogs barking in anticipation. Her family had two rather large mixed-breed dogs. Their bark was worse than their bite. If truly approached, they’d hide under the table.

Walking up to the house, I saw the door open—and the two dogs flew out.

“Sam, I’m just going to say sorry now,” I said, remembering something.

He looked at me, puzzled, as I continued walking ahead of them. The dogs greeted me first.

“Hello, Sammy. Hi Primo,” I cooed at the massive animals.

I saw Dean start to laugh out of the corner of my eye, and Sam tensed at the realization of my apology.

Next, Kayla came flying out of the house and ran into me with a huge hug. “Analina!”

I almost fell backward, but Dean managed to stop me by placing a hand on my back. I couldn’t breathe—she squeezed me too tightly. She was a rather tall, gangly eight-year-old with brown hair and blue eyes. Her mother had left her father. Eventually, her father—Uncle Kevin—got a divorce and married my aunt. He had full custody of Kayla.

Kayla looked up at Sam and Dean.

“Kayla, this is Dean and Sam,” I introduced.

“Which one is your boyfriend?” she asked, eyeing them both.

Dean stepped forward to shake hands. “That would be me.”

Kayla looked at him for a moment and then giggled. She turned back and jogged toward the house, yelling, “Mom! Analina’s boyfriend’s here!”

Dean lowered his hand. I smiled at him reassuringly, and we walked into the house with the dogs barking and jumping around us. At least in our line of work, we’d seen some big and scary things—so Sam and Dean weren’t too bothered by the dogs. Once inside, they retreated under the dining room table.

“Lulu,” my Aunt Dawn greeted me.

I cringed. I’d forgotten about the nickname my family had for me. My middle name was Luella—hence, the “Lulu” part.

Dean raised an eyebrow and smirked. He mouthed “Lulu” at me. I tried to give him the dirtiest look I could, but I wasn’t sure how well it landed.

My Uncle Kevin descended on us as well. My aunt was hardly five feet tall, and my uncle wasn’t much taller—so it was comical to see them looking up at the over-six-foot brothers. My other Aunt Veronica was also there and waved at us from the table where she sat. She’d just had knee surgery.

“So these are the Winchesters?” my Aunt Dawn said, craning her neck up to look at them. She bobbed her head in approval.

“Yes,” I replied. “This is Dean and his brother Sam.”

The dog perked his head up at his name—but only I could see him from this angle. I bit my lip so I wouldn’t grin. Poor Sam. Well, it could be worse. It could be a girl dog named Sam.

They said hello.

“You guys are really tall,” my aunt couldn’t help but say.

“Everybody is taller than you, Mom,” Kayla stated.

My Aunt Dawn shrugged. “That’s true… Well, come in and sit down. What would you like to drink?”

Once everyone was settled, the questions started. They tried to get us to say what we really do—but to no avail. They weren’t that embarrassing.

My uncle managed to pull Dean away for a chat and to show him the yard. I had no idea what they talked about, but I believed Dean could handle whatever came up. If my uncle threatened him (jokingly or not) with his shotgun, I didn’t think that would phase him at all. In some respects, Dean’s life made meeting future in-laws easier.

I thought Kayla took a liking to Sam, who was very nice and cordial to everyone.

There was so much food—as per usual. We hadn’t had home-cooked food in ages, so everything tasted exceptionally good.

After dinner, we talked more about the wedding and how our plans were coming along. They wanted to know about my dress, which was technically a secret at the time. Dean hadn’t seen it yet—or at least hadn’t had time to snoop around my parents’ house to find it. I wanted that to be a surprise for him.

We talked about organizing things and how some elements would be different from traditional weddings—but overall, it would be a typical service. The ceremony would be short, since we weren’t doing a full mass. Things like that.

We left their house early that evening. The next day would be extremely busy, and we planned to divide and conquer the remaining tasks. I was tired just thinking about it.

BESIDES THE CONFIRMATION PHONE CALLS, we had a mountain of things to finish before the wedding on Friday. Sam and Dean met up with Cas and Bobby—who was staying at the hotel where the reception would be, courtesy of us—to handle some safety precautions. They used invisible black light paint to mark the church and reception building. If they did this right, we’d have a better chance of not getting attacked during the wedding or party.

Cas was in charge of watching the perimeter. Bobby would be our inside man.

Among other normal wedding tasks, they had to check their rental tuxedos—which I hoped would fit—and verify final decorations and the menu at the hotel.

I tried on my dress first thing and made sure it was freshly pressed. Then it was tucked away in my parents’ room for the next day.

I met up with Katie, my matron of honor. We went over the finer details of the ceremony and a few decorations for the church. We also finished up the last items needed for the reception. She’d be coming with me and my mom to get our hair and makeup done the next morning.

I also called to confirm with Joella and Sean about the photography and the rehearsal dinner that evening.

The rehearsal dinner would be small—just the wedding party, my parents, Bobby, and my photographers. We were going to a local Japanese restaurant where they cooked the food in front of you. I wanted it to be laid-back, a little quiet time before the big day.

My parents confirmed plans with relatives and arranged transportation for the wedding. They prepped their clothes and made a few more calls. They even supplied lunch for all of us in between everything.

LATE AFTERNOON, WE ALL GATHERED AT THE FRONT OF THE CHURCH. Father Joseph already knew me, but he hadn’t met Dean in person yet. He’d spoken to him briefly on the phone. Father Joseph was down-to-earth and great with weddings. He made couples feel at ease and helped them enjoy the ceremony. He was also the type who tended to be late—hopefully not tomorrow!

As we waited outside, we chatted a little, and Joella got a few pictures of us in front of the church. Tomorrow, Sean would follow the guys for pre-wedding photos, and Joella would come with us girls.

Finally, we saw a black blob emerge from the rectory across the parking lot.

“Sorry I’m late,” Father Joseph called as he approached. He greeted everyone. “So you two are ready, huh?”

He shook Dean’s hand. “You better watch this one. If she’s anything like her parents, she’s trouble.”

He glanced over at my parents, who chuckled.

“Oh, I already know it, padre,” Dean replied with a smile.

“Hey!” I said lightly.

Father Joseph unlocked the church, and we spilled into the gathering space. He explained that I’d be in the bridal room—the choir’s usual practice space—to get changed and wait for the service. Dean would be in another room across the way so he wouldn’t see me before the wedding. I didn’t mention that we’d be sharing a room that night and seeing each other in the morning. I wanted to keep the dress a surprise, so the room separation worked for that.

Next, he walked us through the steps of the service, and we literally walked through his directions. We went over a few changes we wanted and made sure everyone knew where to stand and sit at the appropriate times.

Once all was said and done, we chatted a bit before heading to dinner. We had reservations at the restaurant and our own private party room. They couldn’t cook the food in front of us there, but everyone fit around a large table—with Dean and me in the center.

Everyone kept asking if I was nervous. I was so busy I hadn’t had time to think about it. I was sure that once I got home and ready for bed, the nerves would kick in. Definitely tomorrow, I thought. At dinner, I was fine. Dean was beside me, and I felt good.

While we waited for the food, my parents thought it would be fun to share all the embarrassing things I’d done growing up. I guessed it was their way of making sure Dean really wanted to marry me. Well, maybe not—but they still did it.

Some stories were innocent enough, like the time I cut my own bangs—which probably every kid has done. The one about me running outside naked as a toddler was… bad. Dean enjoyed that one a little too much.

Bobby came to my rescue with stories about Dean. He said Dean was a goofy kid—tall and gangly—and always had an eye for trouble. That I could believe, because he still does. I supposed that’s why we belong together.

He shared how Dean would sneak out to play at the arcade, and how he’d try to add weird ingredients when cooking for Sam. Bobby was never sure if Dean was trying to cook or trying to make his brother sick. The really embarrassing and recent stories were probably too job-related to tell at the table. Lucky for Dean—that’s a perk of not growing up in a normal family.

Eventually, the conversation turned more serious and sweet. My parents genuinely accepted Dean and Sam. They were happy that we found each other and that we were happy. Considering I’d been adamant about never getting married most of my life, I thought they’d be thrilled regardless of who it was or what circumstances came with it.

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