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Free Supernatural Fanfiction – Chapter Summary:

A heartfelt, tradition‑tweaked wedding unfolds as Analina and Dean exchange vows, share quiet humor, and finally step into married life together.

Rating: PG
Contains:  Emotional intimacy, light humor, and zero on‑screen violence.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE (Part 4 of 5):  
Wedding

I ASKED THEM TO GIVE ME A MINUTE TO CHANGE INTO THE PETTICOAT. I didn’t want them to see my “garter,” which was carrying a few miscellaneous items in case of an attack.

We took a few pictures with my mom tying up my dress. I didn’t have a veil, so that photo was skipped. I started to hear people arriving and the gathering music begin. The wedding music was all instrumental. I didn’t know anyone who could—or wanted to—sing, which was fine.

I let Dean pick most of the music for the reception, reminding him that I had older family members who might not be into classic rock. He rolled his eyes and muttered something like, “They should enjoy the classics.”

My hands began to get ice cold, and I started to pace a little. I heard more people and some laughter near the door. Then I heard Dean, Sam, and Bobby nearby talking. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but it was unnerving not to go out there.

My dad came in, dressed and ready, and we took more pictures with my mom. I was just about ready to jump out of my skin when they said we’d be starting in a few minutes. My mom tearfully left to sit in the church. Katie left to wait for her entrance cue.

“Ready?” my dad asked.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I answered.

“Everything will be fine,” he assured me.

“Oh, I know. Once I’m down there, I’ll be fine. It’s just the waiting that’s killing me,” I grinned.

I heard Canon in D start, which meant Katie was just beginning to walk down the aisle. I would follow shortly. Everyone had a program explaining the slight variations in the ceremony. Nothing differed from a regular service yet—but that would change soon.

Traditionally, the father walking the bride down the aisle and “giving her away” symbolized that she no longer belonged to her father, but to her husband. She had no rights herself when this tradition began.

We changed that slightly.

My walk would begin with my dad, but halfway down, we’d walk side by side. Near the end, he’d go to his seat, and I’d walk up to the altar alone—to Dean. It symbolized something more accurate: needing a father growing up, becoming independent, and choosing Dean as my husband.

Finally, the moment arrived.

The doors to the church opened, and I looked down the aisle. Everyone stood. I saw Katie and Sam on either side of the altar, and in the middle, next to Father Joseph, was Dean.

“Don’t run,” my dad whispered as we started to walk. I was moving a little faster than I should.

I almost laughed, but managed to just smile and keep my pace steady. My dad couldn’t walk fast since the accident. He used a cane.

Dean looked so handsome in his tux. I knew he was completely and utterly uncomfortable in it, but he should seriously consider wearing something like that more often… for me, anyway.

I didn’t notice much else on my way down. I remembered releasing my dad’s arm and walking beside him, then coming up to the altar where Dean took a few steps to meet me. His eyes sparkled as he took my hand.

I took a breath to steady myself and focus. I felt much better next to him. Still nervous—but not so much.

Father Joseph smiled at us as the song ended. He looked at the crowd and began:

“Welcome, family and friends, to the wedding of Analina and Dean on this beautiful fall day. Weddings are a wonderful time to come together and celebrate love. Don’t worry,” he looked back at us, “I won’t embarrass you too much today.”

The congregation chuckled.

“Let’s begin. Father, hear our prayers for Analina and Dean, who today are going to be united in marriage in your presence. Give them your blessings, and strengthen their love for each other. We ask this through our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, forever and ever. Amen.”

Everyone sat. We took our seats on the side of the altar, our hands still clasped. We didn’t kneel like other churches might have the bride and groom do. I didn’t think showing everyone our backsides seemed right. At least sitting to the side, they could see some of us.

My Uncle Victor read the first reading from Song of Song. We recited a standard psalm, “I will bless the Lord at all times,” and then my Aunt Cheryl read the second reading from Colossians. Father Joseph read the gospel:

“From the beginning of creation, God made them male and female. For this reason, a man shall leave his father and mother and be joined to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh. So they are no longer two, but one flesh. Therefore what God has joined together, let no one separate.”

Everyone was asked to be seated, and Father Joseph said a few words.

“I’ve been pastor of this parish for about nine years, and I’ve married many couples. I’ve found over time that they appreciate my wonderful advice,” he smiled mischievously. “I’ll keep it brief. I understand there’s a reception to follow.”

He turned slightly toward Dean. I felt Dean sit straighter beside me.

“The most fundamental rule—and one that never changes—is: your wife is always right.”

Laughter rippled through the congregation.

“I’m serious,” he said, holding up his hands. “You want to make this marriage work, you learn how to say ‘yes, dear’ or ‘no, dear’ as appropriate.”

He pointed to my father in the front row. “Isn’t that right, William? You’ve been married how long?”

“Thirty years in December,” my dad answered.

“Is that right?” he asked my mom, who nodded.

“I didn’t mean to put you on the spot. I know Marian cracks a mean whip at you.”

He turned back to Dean. “You got that?”

“Yes, dear,” Dean answered with a smirk, and everyone laughed.

“Analina, you’re going to have your hands full with this one,” Father Joseph said, still smiling.

“Oh, I know it,” I mumbled, earning a slight elbow in my side from Dean.

“Now, Analina, your advice is: be patient with this guy. He’s going to make mistakes—forget to put the toilet seat down, forget that you’re always right… but you just have to remember how much you love him.”

He turned more serious.

“You should both remember how much you love each other. You do love each other, right?”

We smiled and nodded.

“Good,” he continued. “Because that’s why we’re here. To celebrate that love. For you to show everyone—and God—that you’re making a vow to love each other for the rest of your lives. It’s a wonderful blessing to love like this. Keep it close to you always, and let it grow.”

“I’ll conclude with this story: I recently did a mass for a 50-year wedding anniversary. I asked the couple what advice I could give to newlyweds. The husband said, ‘Never paint a room together.’”

Laughter again.

“But the wife said that marriage isn’t always 50/50. Some days you have to give more, and some days you have to take more.”

He grabbed the microphone and came toward us. “Now we will do the vows.”

He motioned for us to stand. We met at the front of the altar. Everyone got into place. This was the first time I noticed the cameras going off. Dean squeezed my hand, and I tried to keep my focus on what was happening in front of me.

Opening his book, Father Joseph said, “I usually start with the groom.”

He asked Dean to repeat after him:

“I, Dean, take you, Analina, to be my wife. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life.”

Then it was my turn:

“I, Analina, take you, Dean, to be my husband. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life.”

Next, Sam handed over the rings.

“Lord, bless and consecrate Analina and Dean in their love for each other. May these rings be a symbol of true faith in each other, and always remind them of their love. Through Christ our Lord. Amen.”

Placing the ring on my finger, Dean repeated:

“Analina, take this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”

I did the same to him.

One of the few traditional elements I kept was the unity candle. My parents lit my candle, and Bobby lit Dean’s—since Bobby was like a second father figure to him. A small photo of Dean’s parents was placed by his candle to honor their presence in spirit.

We each took a small candle from the table, lit it from our family’s candle, and joined them together to light the large candle in the center—representing our unity.

We walked back to the center of the altar, did the Kiss of Peace, and waited for the final blessing.

Finally, Father Joseph announced:

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your wife.”

(I had him switch bride to wife—it just made more sense to me.)

Dean was more chaste with the kiss than I expected. He actually broke it off first. I became aware of everyone else again when they clapped and cameras flashed in our faces.

Father Joseph announced, “Instead of recessing out, Analina and Dean have asked that all who wish may join them on the altar for a group photo. Everyone will receive a copy as their wedding favor at the reception.”

One of the things Dean and I discussed at length was what to do for party favors. It took us a while to agree on something personal and meaningful. One of our paparazzi minions would take the photo down to the local convenience store and have copies made. Each guest would receive theirs in a small picture frame at the reception.

I didn’t realize how many people were invited until they all started to pile around us on the altar. Thank goodness for panoramic shots—and for keeping the bridal party small! We had the altar server take the photo so my cousins could be in it too.

After about a dozen shots with the whole group, we received well wishes as guests began filing out of the church and prepping for the reception nearby. Everything became a blur. After being stuck in an Impala with Sam and Dean for so long, I was dazzled by that many people trying to get my attention.

Dean stood by my side the whole time, smiling graciously as everyone came by. He tried to remember everyone’s name at first, but it quickly became too much.

Finally, the crowd thinned, and we took more intimate group photos—then just ones of Dean and me. I let Joella direct the shots, and we obeyed her every command. She took close-ups of the rings and the unity candle. She even photographed the stained glass windows and the floral arrangements around the church. If I’d had a bouquet, I’m sure that would’ve been included too.

Sean was tasked with getting the group photo printed for the favors. He left early to go down the street and have them made—we’d called ahead.

AFTER ALL THE PICTURES WERE TAKEN and the few decorations packed up, everyone left for their cars. Sam, Dean, and I were the last ones out of the church.

We stepped into the parking lot. The sun smiled down on us, and I finally relaxed. Nothing had happened during the ceremony. I didn’t see Cas, but I could feel him nearby. I wished he could’ve been inside for the wedding, but he was our best lookout—he could be invisible and sense things better than Bobby.

“Well, that wasn’t too painful,” I said, trying to keep the dress clean as I walked.

“Yes, dear,” Dean said dryly.

“And he actually learned something!” I pretended to be excited.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t hold your breath on that one,” Sam chuckled.

“True,” I said. “I don’t expect him to change just because we’re married. That would just seem wrong… and weird.”

Dean stopped for a moment and turned around. He took me by the waist and kissed me—passionately. He let go abruptly, and I swayed a little.

“Ready to go, Mrs. Winchester?” he asked.

My heart stuttered, but I nodded. We walked over to the Impala.

“I think he wants the pie,” I said to Sam.

“Definitely,” Sam agreed with a wide smile.

Dean naturally went to the driver’s side. Wedding or not, some habits don’t change.

“Do you want to sit in the front?” Sam offered.

“That’s alright. I think I’ll actually fit better in the back,” I said, glancing down at the gown. This should be fun. If it weren’t such a bother, I would’ve changed into regular clothes and put the dress back on at the hotel.

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