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Free Supernatural Fanfiction – Chapter Summary:

A joyful, chaotic reception ends with quiet tenderness as Dean and Analina finally unwind after their long, perfect wedding day.

Rating: PG-13
Contains:  Mild suggestive humor, light weapon‑related jokes, and emotional intensity

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

UNLIKE MOST PLACES WE STAYED, THIS HOTEL WAS MUCH FANCIER. We waited outside the reception room with my parents, Katie, and Sam. Like the ceremony, the reception would be a mix of traditional and nontraditional. I just hoped everyone would enjoy themselves.

Inside, I could hear muffled talking and music playing in the background. We hired a DJ—Dean was in charge of that. My only requests were that he remember the guests’ taste in music as well as his own, and that the volume wouldn’t be blaring. I’d rather not scream to be heard at my own wedding.

We heard the music stop, and the DJ called for attention. He first introduced my parents, then Katie and Sam. I took Dean’s hand, and he squeezed back.

“And now, would everyone please stand and welcome for the first time in public… Mr. and Mrs. Dean and Analina Winchester!” the DJ announced.

I hadn’t seen the reception area decorated yet. I only knew where things would go when we stopped by yesterday—which felt like ages ago. But I had to admit, it was beautifully done. Fall leaves were scattered on the tables around pumpkins, gourds, and candles. The long tables for dessert and presents had similar décor, with draping fall leaves.

As we made our way to the center table—slightly elevated—I caught glimpses of everyone clapping and taking pictures. I hadn’t stopped smiling all day. My cheeks hurt, but I didn’t care. It was worth it.

Once we reached our seats, we heard the tapping of glasses.

“I believe they want us to kiss,” I said to Dean.

“Kiss, huh?”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He dipped me and kissed me—quite thoroughly—before placing me back on my feet. That got everyone laughing and calling out. Dean took a bow before pulling out my seat. I wondered if Sam had something to do with that gesture.

Waiters had glasses of champagne ready on the table. Sam planned to give a speech. I wondered how he’d handle it, since most of the guests were from my side of the family.

Once everyone was settled, Sam stood and cleared his throat. He looked a little nervous—but most people probably wouldn’t notice.

“Hi,” Sam cleared his throat again. “As most of you already know, I’m Sam, Dean’s younger brother. I haven’t really been to many weddings—let alone given a speech at one—so go easy on me.”

He smiled as the room offered encouragement.

“Dean and I come from a small family. It’s been basically the two of us for years now. I consider Dean to be my best friend.”

Everyone awed. Sam perked up a little.

“Because of this, I could tell you many stories about Dean—”

Dean reached into his inside pocket and pulled out his gun. He placed it on the table.

Sam noticed, and people chuckled.

I held up a finger, reached over, took the gun, unloaded the clip, and placed it back on the table.

“Okay, go ahead,” I said.

Dean shot me a dirty glare for a moment. Everyone laughed.

“But I wouldn’t do that to him on his wedding day,” Sam continued, unfazed. “We met Analina on the job. We were sort of thrown together on a case. Afterwards, we continued to work together. Being just the two of us for so long, it was weird to think of someone else joining us. But she fit right in. She slowly became the sister I never had. I trust her with my life.”

He glanced at us.

“Her presence didn’t just affect me—it changed Dean, too.”

Dean blinked and studied Sam more closely.

“For those of you who don’t really know Dean, he can…” Sam paused, choosing his words carefully. Dean shifted like he was ready to challenge whatever came next. “…have a hard exterior. It’s not always easy to see his good heart at first glance. Analina had no trouble with that. She brought out those qualities even more in him. I’ve never seen him so happy with anyone else.”

He looked at us again.

“Even with the changes, she never took away from our relationship—she added to it. And for that, I’m happy to welcome her into the family as my true sister.”

I felt myself get teary. I swore I wouldn’t cry.

“So let us raise our glasses,” Sam said, lifting his. “Let us toast not only to their happiness, but to remind us that true love doesn’t just stop with two people or marriage. It can touch everyone and grow exponentially.”

He turned toward us. “May your life together be filled with many years of cherished memories, happiness, and love.”

Then to the crowd: “To the bride and groom.”

I took a sip and gave Sam a quick hug. “That was very sweet.”

He smiled. I sat back down and handed the clip back to Dean—who promptly reloaded the gun.

“I wasn’t really going to shoot him,” he murmured, smiling.

“Just making sure,” I grinned.

After Katie and my dad gave a short speech, the waiters began serving salads—a simple tossed salad with vinaigrette. Dean wasn’t thrilled, but he ate it without too much complaint. I heard him mutter something about “rabbit food.”

Next came the soup—wedding soup, of course. That went over better.

Finally, the moment Dean had been waiting for: the “real food,” as he called it.

Everyone had three choices:

• Dean’s pick: bacon cheeseburgers
• My pick: chicken strips (although any chicken would’ve sufficed)
• Sam’s pick: mushroom ravioli for the vegetarians

The first two options came with a choice of regular or sweet potato fries. The hotel had never received such a request, but since it was easier than their usual menu, they complied.

It wasn’t traditional, but it was personal. Dean was happier with his burgers, and I was happier with chicken. The younger guests loved the menu. I imagined some of the older guests might’ve preferred something more… sophisticated.

The bridal party was served first, so we finished before everyone else. As the waiters began clearing plates, I took Dean’s hand and we made our way around the room to greet guests while they finished eating.

It took forever.

I hadn’t realized how many people came. I guessed I’d been too focused on Dean to notice everything around me. He was cordial to everyone, smiling at the stories and advice my relatives gave us. He was part of this family now—and deep down, I believed he really liked that.

Finally, it was time to cut the cake.

Only… there wasn’t a cake.

Not to worry—we had a tiered display of cupcakes for the guests, decorated in various autumn themes. On the side of the dessert table were our personal picks: Dean had a pie, and I had a cheesecake.

Technically, we had two things to cut.

Pictures were taken before and during the slicing of each dessert. Then came the feeding.

“Please do not smash this in my face,” I whispered.

“And if I do?” he teased.

“I don’t want to have to beat the crap out of you on our wedding day.”

He smiled and circled the fork around my face, pretending to aim. But he stopped and gently placed it in my mouth.

The mischievous side of me wanted to smash the pie in his face, but I decided against it. There would be, without a doubt, repercussions. I fed him the pie nicely—apparently to the disappointment of the crowd.

Desserts were passed around, and the music started for dancing. We estimated about thirty minutes until the bouquet and garter toss.

We planned something different.

The bouquet would be thrown to all the women—not just the single ones. I hadn’t carried a bouquet down the aisle, but this one was made especially for the moment. Instead of flowers, it was made of dollar bills twisted into floral shapes. More incentive to jump for it, I thought.

The toss was fun to watch.

Kayla managed to squeeze in and grab it before anyone else.

The garter toss was similar to the bouquet—nontraditional and slightly chaotic. Before we did the two tosses, I slipped away for a moment to put on the garter, which, like the bouquet, had money woven into it. All the men were allowed to try for it.

As per custom, Dean was supposed to remove the garter from my leg before tossing it. I sat down on a chair, and the DJ played the Mission Impossible theme. Dean knelt in front of me. The look in his eyes told me I was in trouble.

Sam and Katie were nearest to me, along with our small paparazzi crew.

Dean casually flipped a few layers of the gown and petticoat before disappearing fully under the dress.

I felt him pause.

I wasn’t sure if anyone else could hear him, but I heard him mumble, “Damn it, you’re all set for war under here.”

I burst out laughing, which threw everyone else off. He’d found my other garter—the one with a few things strapped on, just in case.

Another pause. “Is that my Beretta under here?” he asked, muffled by layers. “It’s like a mini-Impala trunk.”

I nudged him gently with my leg. “Dean, focus.”

“Right,” he said. Then his hands were all over my other leg, making me jump in surprise. Everyone laughed.

“You do know what a garter is, right? Need help under there?” Sam called out.

Dean popped his head out. “We don’t swing that way, man.”

He ducked back under before anyone could respond. A moment later, he pulled the garter down and (literally) jumped out from under the skirt, waving it triumphantly before tossing it.

THE REST OF THE RECEPTION opened to dancing, visiting, and eating. A candy bar was set up and quickly became popular—especially with the little ones and, not surprisingly, Dean. They wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon.

We visited more guests. Those who had to leave early still got to experience most of the wedding.

Being on the road for so long, I’d forgotten how tiring it was to talk to so many people. I couldn’t just sit back and watch—the guests were there to see Dean and me. Despite feeling drained, I enjoyed seeing everyone again. I knew I wouldn’t see them often, so I appreciated the moment.

Eventually, I looked up and saw Dean at the other end of the room, deep in conversation.

After a few stops on the way over, I made it back to his side.

“Hey,” he called out.

“Hi,” I said, resting my head on his chest and closing my eyes. I sighed in relief.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Too many people,” I mumbled.

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me. I heard the cameras flickering, but I kept my eyes closed.

“You know, our room’s not that far away,” he whispered.

I smiled. “Don’t tempt me. I think they’d be a little mad if I left this soon.”

I lifted my head to look at him. He bent down and placed a small kiss on my lips. Taking my hands, he led me to the dance floor just as a slower song began.

“I don’t really dance,” I balked.

“That’s alright,” he said.

He pulled me close, and we simply swayed in a slow circle.

We were lost in each other for quite some time. Luckily, Dean was paying attention to the music—otherwise, I wouldn’t have realized the song had ended.

“Better?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I answered quietly.

A moment later, I felt something. Cas.

I turned and saw him standing in the doorway, dressed in his usual trench coat.

I walked over, Dean right behind me.

“Cas,” I smiled and hugged him. “I’m so glad you stopped in.”

“I just wanted to say congratulations,” he said, smiling at Dean. “I’m very happy for you both.”

“Thanks, Cas,” I said.

“Yeah, thanks,” Dean echoed. “Everything okay out there?”

“All quiet on the western front, as you humans say.”

He was slowly learning. Dean laughed softly and shook his head.

Cas shrugged and looked around. No one really noticed him. “I just wanted to see you before the party ended.”

“Thanks for everything,” I said.

With a few more seconds of chitchat, Cas slipped back outside. I felt bad that he was missing the party, but he didn’t seem to mind. Honestly, I doubted he would’ve blended in.

THE RECEPTION BEGAN TO DWINDLE. More people wished us good night and luck with our marriage. Soon, only immediate family remained.

We were told to head up to our room—they’d take care of everything that needed to be brought home. After reaffirming plans to see my parents for dinner tomorrow and thanking everyone profusely, Dean and I made our way to the elevators.

As we waited for the elevator, I thought back over the day. It was a really nice wedding for us—and thankfully, nothing happened. That was my biggest fear, besides falling or doing something completely stupid.

Finally, the elevator arrived and we got on.

“Good day?” Dean asked, pulling me closer.

“Very good,” I smiled, wrapping my arms around him. “How’s it feel to have more family than you know what to do with now?”

He chuckled. “I think I can manage.” He paused. “Although your cousin is a douchebag.”

“Which one?” I asked. I had several candidates.

“Good point,” he said with a grin.

The elevator stopped, and we got out.

We found our room and opened the door. It wasn’t as elegant as our first official date room, but it was beautiful and peaceful. Our things were already inside—thanks to Sam and Dean earlier in the day.

I felt exhausted. I looked over at Dean, and I could tell he was too. It had been nonstop for days, and it finally caught up.

First, I wanted a shower. I needed to get the two-inch-thick hairspray out of my hair. I didn’t want to sleep on that—I’d never be able to brush it again.

Dean unlaced my dress, and I returned his gun to him before heading into the bathroom. The steam helped me relax. I had to wash my hair three times before I could run my fingers through it.

When I came out, Dean was sound asleep on the bed. I must’ve taken longer than I thought.

Too tired to worry about it, I climbed in next to him. He turned toward me in his sleep, and I cuddled up beside him.

I fell asleep right away.

And that’s technically how we spent our wedding night.

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