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Free Supernatural Fanfiction – Chapter Summary:

Pre‑wedding nerves, quiet moments, and last‑minute prep as Analina and Dean get ready for their big day.

Rating: PG
Contains:  Soft romance, mild innuendo, emotional tension, and light hunter humor

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE (Part 3 of 5):  
Wedding

COMPLETELY FULL, WE ALL HEADED BACK TO OUR RESPECTIVE PLACES. Dean stayed in my old apartment with me. Sam stayed in the extra bedroom at my parents’ house. I did offer the small sofa (jokingly) in my apartment, but he declined.

My apartment was littered with boxes full of things for tomorrow. Dean’s tux hung in my closet. My dress was still hidden. It all felt surreal. The apartment was quiet—so different from the motels and abandoned houses we were used to.

We sat down on the couch in silence for a few moments. I could feel it slowly seeping in—tomorrow at this time, we’d be married. It was a strange feeling: a mixture of excitement and anxiety. I didn’t have any doubts about marrying Dean. How can you argue with soul mates? Not many people realize they have one, let alone meet them. It was amazing to think about.

Even though our lives wouldn’t change dramatically afterward, it would still change. I hoped this wouldn’t put a strain on Sam and Dean’s relationship. They were brothers, and they’d fight—but they were always there for each other when it counted. I knew Sam was happy for Dean and me.

“Sorry, what?” I asked.

“I said it’s hard to believe we’re getting married tomorrow,” Dean said with a smile.

“Yeah.” I smiled back. “Nervous?”

“Nah. You?”

“You are such a liar… A little.” I scooted closer, and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I rested my head on his shoulder and felt my body relax a little. “I can’t believe we got everything ready in time.”

“About your dress,” he started.

“No, you can’t see it,” I said. “Not yet.”

“You told me. Many times.” He started to play with a strand of my hair. “I was going to ask if your dress can hold some hidden… weaponry, in case something happens tomorrow?”

I looked up but stayed in his arms. “Don’t worry. I’m covered. You already said to be prepared for anything.”

He smiled in approval.

“And how much are you bringing with you? We should be happy there are no metal detectors tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry about me. You know I don’t go anywhere naked.”

SURPRISINGLY, I SLEPT WELL that night. Maybe not a full eight hours, but I slept straight through. I woke up and enjoyed what would probably be the last few minutes of quiet I’d get that day. I felt Dean’s arm tighten around me. I turned over to face him.

“Morning,” he said sleepily.

“Morning,” I replied.

He rubbed his eyes and propped himself up on one elbow. “We’re getting married today.”

“Yes, we are.”

“That probably means we should make ourselves beautiful.”

I grinned. “Might be a nice thing to do.”

“Good.” He tossed off the covers and started to get up. “Since you’re already beautiful, I’m going to get a shower.”

Unlike what most people would think, Dean spent more time in the bathroom than I did. Complimenting me was his way of securing all the hot water.

That morning, everyone was a blur of activity. Dean and Sam were in charge of finishing the reception decorations (minimal, thankfully), getting dressed, and arriving early at the church for pictures. Some of my family decorated the church with floral arrangements. My mom, Katie, and I went to a local salon for hair and makeup. If we had time, I wanted us to get French tip nails—natural enough that when I inevitably beat up my hands, no one would notice too much.

The “if we have time” clause was because both my mother and best friend were notorious for being late.

Afterward, we’d stop back home to pick up our things and head to the church.

I barely had any time with Dean that morning. He didn’t use up all the hot water, but he cut it close. Sam whisked him away after he was dressed—trying to keep with the tradition of not seeing each other, and also to get things done.

Once he left, my nerves crept in. It was ridiculous to be nervous, yet I was. My breakfast sat heavy in my stomach. I looked at the clock. Four hours and thirteen minutes. Four hours until I’d see him at the altar—and everything would be fine.

For once, Katie was on time—or as close to on time as she ever got. My mom and I got in her car, and we headed to our hair appointment. I let them go first while I sat and watched. The hairdresser chatted away, periodically asking me questions about the wedding and my future husband.

I gave Katie full reign over her part in the wedding. She picked her dress, shoes, and hairstyle. I only gave her a color palette to stay within. Since we were getting married in October, I wanted fall colors. Technically, my favorite color was pink. I guessed Dean was glad about the final choice—I don’t think he was particularly fond of pink.

Joella stopped by just after we arrived. She snapped a few pictures, tactfully avoiding the non-makeup views as much as possible.

Finally, it was my turn in the chair. My heart picked up speed as the minutes passed. It became more real by the second. I asked for a curl braid—barrel curls wrapped in a braid-like pattern. I prayed the curl would hold through the ceremony. Considering a professional was handling it, I figured it should. Plus, she used enough gel and hairspray to make it hurricane-proof.

She placed the hairpiece at the top of the braid. More pictures were taken.

Next was makeup. We went for a natural look—soft but pretty. The stylist kept saying we needed more blush for the photos. Despite the nerves, I kind of enjoyed getting pampered. I didn’t get to do that often.

We managed to fit in the nails. She did mine first because I was the bride. It still felt weird saying that—bride. I never imagined that word would be associated with me.

We had time for a quick bite before heading to the church. My stomach was all over the place, but I knew I should eat. I didn’t want to pass out at the altar. I couldn’t do that to Dean. It would be funnier if he did that to me.

We had soup and sandwiches. I reapplied my lipstick—bought specifically for this purpose—and waited while they got dressed.

I checked my phone.

One new text from Dean. 

THEY WOULD NOT LET ME SAMPLE THE PIE. WHAT KIND OF PLACE DID WE HIRE?

I texted back: You already sampled the pie yesterday. By that indication, we hired professionals.

A reply came back within seconds:

BUT IT COULD TASTE DIFFERENT TODAY.

Don’t make me call Sam… Love you 🙂

I WOULD LOVE PIE. And a second later: LOVE YOU TOO.

“What are you doing?” Katie asked as she came out dressed for the wedding service.

“Texting,” I answered. “Wow! You look great!”

“Thanks,” she smiled, turning around to show off the dress. “You weren’t texting Dean, were you?”

I didn’t answer. Seeing no problem with texting him, I shrugged.

“You are totally untraditional, aren’t you?”

“It’s not the same as seeing him… which technically I did see him this morning,” I added as an afterthought.

She sighed and sat down.

My mother soon emerged from her bedroom, and we sprang into action again. We loaded the cars with everything. My mom and Katie would drive with me, meeting the rest of the family at the church later.

“Now no sneaking a peek at Dean,” Katie warned as we pulled into the parking lot. I saw the Impala parked and empty in the first row, and my heart gave a little leap.

It was almost time.

Katie went in to check where everyone was and whether the men were done with their pictures, while I waited with my mom by the car.

“It looks like you’re going to have a beautiful day,” my mom said.

The weather was gorgeous—low 70s, light winds, and no rain in sight. Seemed like a good sign to me.

I nodded. “Thank goodness for that.”

Pause.

I looked at her. “You’re not going to cry on me, are you?”

She shook her head, but tears welled in her eyes.

I added, “Nothing is really going to change.”

“I know. Dean’s a nice guy. I’m just happy for you.”

I smiled.

Katie came back out. “All set. Let’s get you inside,” she said, grabbing the last of the items from her car. We all carried something in.

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