Meet the Bride

"Dean, it's like-" (y/n) groggily peers down at the digital clock on the coffee table in front of her, body barely hanging onto the couch as she turns over ,"-three in the morning"

"You're a Phoenix, you don't need sleep" Dean chuckles lightly over the phone, (y/n) rolling her eyes even though she knows he can't see it

"Just because I don't need it, doesn't mean I don't like it" (y/n) grumbles, now fully awake and tossing her legs over the side of the couch

"Well, quit with the beauty rest and hop into a car. We need you here."

"I don't want to go to Vegas" (y/n) whines

"Please, (y/n)-" Dean sighs, gently pleading with the girl ,"- just drive over. I think Sam found an important case and he wanted you to be there too"

"I know, Bobby and I got his message"

"So, aren't you guys coming?"

"Bobby's busy with a nest in Oregon and I like sleeping, figured you two could handle whatever he needed us for" She replies casually, leaning back against the cushions.

"Well, if Bobby can't come then you have to"

"Dean-"

"Pack your fed skirt, you're goin' to Vegas, little sis"

"Dean-!"

The faint click on his side signals the call is over. He hung up.

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With her dangerously sharp black pumps clicking down the tiled halls of the gaudy Vegas church, hands slicking back her (h/c) locks to sit professionally away from her face, (y/n) takes confident strides next to Dean. The pair turn the corner and stare down the dark stained door in front of them, nerves on edge at the lack of details Sam had provided about this case.

"You're sure this is the place?" (y/n) whispers to Dean, anxiety crawling up her spine at the thought of going so blindly into a hunt.

"It's the address he texted, it has to be here..." his voice trails off as the pair's eyes suddenly snap up, gazes focused on the flickering light above, electricity crackling through the air. Dean slowly pulls out his gun, cocking it, while (y/n)'s (e/c) eyes begin to glow a deep orange. Motioning to follow after him, the hunter begins to move forward, creeping closer to the closed doors head. His intense stare never leaves it's paint chipped surface. The tension surrounding them like a fog seems thick enough to slice through, bodies filled with adrenaline. Extending a hand, Dean reaches out for the golden door knobs. His fingers just barely able to grasp at it's cool surface before they suddenly begin to swing away, double doors opening without warning

"Dean! (y/n)!" Sam's kind voice makes the pair freeze. Dean's cocked gun pointed directly at his brother's chest while (y/n) holds her glowing fists up in defense. Sam chuckles lightly, hands reaching out to coax their weapons down

"It's okay, guys, you don't need any of that-" the younger hunter reassures the pair before quickly throwing arms around their shoulder to lead them into the blinding white room ,"-come on!"

"I thought you were off becoming one with the land or some crap" Dean states, confusion lacing his voice as him and (y/n) try to take in their surroundings. Trashy wedding hall filled with an ungodly amount of plastic vines to cover the scratched marble wallpapers, the room was covered in the fluorescent glow from the tacky chandelier overhead.

"Here, Dean-" He messily places Dean onto the right side of the altar, pinning a small pink carnation onto the front of his suit, "-stand here"

"And, (y/n), you-" He moves onto the girl awkwardly standing beside him and scooches her over to the left side of the altar, handing her a small bouquet made from the same flower pinned to the boys' chests, "-are right here"

"What are these for?" (y/n) asks the taller hunter, motioning towards her and Dean's flowers. Sam smiles fondly

"Apparently, pink is for loyalty" he explains almost blissfully . Dean and (y/n) share a confused glance

"All right, so, what's the pretext?" Dean asks, green eyes scanning the empty hall as if trying to scope out a threat, "what are we, uh, wedding crashers? We lookin' for some kind of siren or what?"

"No. Nothing like that..." Sam reassures him with a slightly nervous chuckle, clapping his hands together as if about to make an announcement to the pair ,"So, a little sudden, but life is short, so I'll keep this shorter..."

Pausing for dramatic effect, a puppy dog type of look crossing his face as he glances excitedly between the two staring at him through narrowed eyes, he smiles widely.

"I'm in love and I'm getting married"

Dean and (y/n) don't move, bodies still as statues as they continue to stare at the gleeful hunter unable to contain his own excitement. It's been one week since the boys had left for their trip to Vegas, and here (y/n) was, attending a surprise wedding for the younger Winchester who apparently found his soulmate while he was camping in the desert. She wanted so badly to believe that this was true, that Sam was happily marrying the love of his life, but (y/n) knew better than that. This whole place reeked of something, she just didn't know what yet.

"Say something-" Sam almost begs the pair, nervously watching as they continue to stand in shocked silence ,"-maybe like, 'congratulations'?"

"W-What?" Dean is finally able to stutter out, eyebrows furrowing as he fully takes in the situation. Sam opens his mouth to reply, but is suddenly cut off by the woman playing on her tiny organ near the corner of the room. With Wagner's 'bridal chorus' announcing the arrival of the bride, the 3 all turn their heads to watch as the mystery woman makes a slow walk down the aisle.

"There she is..." Sam sighs, blue eyes filled with a strangely intense amount of love as he stares at the woman. Finally making her way to stand in front of the younger hunter, beautiful white gown pooling around her heeled feet, the bride stops. Dean gulps down the lump in his throat as a frightened look makes his way across his stubbled face

"What the hell..." (y/n) chokes out, anxiously glancing to Dean who shares her same feelings as they watch Sam reach forward. Extending his hand to let his fingers gently grasp onto the woman's veil, the hunter slowly raises the sheer fabric up, tossing it over her head. Although (y/n) has no clue who she's seeing right now, (e/c) eyes scanning the woman's pale face, Dean seems to freeze

"Becky?"

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"Dean-"

"If you joke about the waffle iron one more time-" Dean raises his eyebrows at the girl walking next to him with the box in her hands ,"-I'll drop kick you, I swear"

"I wasn't gonna talk about the iron-" (y/n) chuckles lightly, both of their bodies moving closer to the door she dreaded knocking on ,"-I just...Are you sure this is going to work? What if we're wrong about Becky-"

"We're not wrong about Becky"

"Alright, fine, Mr. Grumpy" (y/n) laughs at the scowl on his face, knowing he was in his 'protective brother' mode and that nothing was going to stop him from trying to get Sam back. Striding forward until they stand in front of a white painted door, Dean knocks loudly. They wait impatiently. Listening as a faint shuffling can be heard from inside, the pair watch as the door swings open suddenly, Sam's flannel clad body staring at them in shock

"Dean...(y/n)" He greets them gently, obviously still holding a grudge against the two from not taking him seriously yesterday. Dean nudges (y/n) lightly. Taking this as her cue, she extended the peace offering the brother picked out from their trip to the store.

"Us being supportive" Dean sighs, smiling awkwardly as he watches Sam take the box from (y/n)'s hands.

"Congratulations to you and the missus" (y/n) adds, pouring as much sincerity into her words as she can muster.

"Thanks"

"It's a waffle iron. Nonstick." (y/n) has to suppress her laugh with the back of her hand as she watches Dean goofily act out how to use the contraption ,"Yeah, you just, uh, you know...I actually don't know how to use it. We all good?"

Sam shrugs his shoulders lightly with a chuckle, Dean taking this as his hint to barge into the home.

"Good, 'cause I'm sniffing a case in this town-" (y/n) quietly follows after the hunter, smiling lightly at Sam walking next to her ,"-the score is...Guy wins powerball, gets squashed by truck. Second guy went from the bench to the majors. Oh, and one week later, his face was the catcher's mitt, huh?"

"Dean..." With crossed arms, (y/n) motions for the older hunter to turn around, (e/c) eyes focused on the area behind him. In an open living room, the almost blinding lime green walls are covered in various photographs and red twine. (y/n) finds herself having to hold back a laugh at how tacky the detective work seems, organized messily and incoherent to a trained eye. Dean seems to feel the same way

"Our first thought was crossroads demons, but there's that 10-year time frame on collecting souls." Becky's voice cuts through the air, strangely lower than usual to give herself a more intimidating presence ,"Then there's cursed object, like in 'bad day at black rock', but we haven't been able to connect the vics yet."

"You're working this case...together" Dean's still in disbelief, almost hurt when he stares at his brother. Sam doesn't seem to notice, chuckling lightly as he wraps a loving arm around Mrs. Winchester.

"Yeah. I know, right? I mean, I guess all those Chuck Shurley books paid off"

"Sam, books can only go so far...are you really sure she should be working this case?" (y/n) tries to get him to understand, but her words only seem to upset Becky. (y/n)'s concern for her safety suddenly turned into (y/n) patronizing her in Becky's mind

"What? You think I can't handle myself?" Becky accuses her harshly, (y/n) taken aback by the anger in her tone. She shakes her head quickly, trying her best to defend herself

"No, that's not what I'm saying! I'm just trying to look out for you, Becky, you could die out there-"

"Like I need some monster looking out for me"

It's as if just then, that dreaded word dug deeper into her skin that it ever had. The way Becky had said it, spitting it out as if it disgusted her to have it in her mouth in the first place, hurt (y/n) worse than ever. With Chet, the comments about her were surface level, only said to frustrate and annoy her. With Becky however, it was different. She was a human, the very being she was spending her time trying to protect from the real monsters she should be disgusted by. Having her use that word so carelessly, so filled with revulsion, hurt because (y/n) knew that that would be the only thing Becky ever sees in her. Shrinking down into herself, heart aching slightly, (y/n) stands behind Dean. No longer wanting to be in that home. Dean, seeing the hurt poorly hidden hurt in the girls glossy (e/c) eyes, finds himself filling with rage

"All right, listen cookie-" His voice is low, threatening as he speaks through narrowed eyes ,"-I don't know what kind of mojo you're working, but, believe me, I will find out"

"Dean, that's...my wife you're talking to-" Sam tries to defend, but Dean is quick to interrupt him

"You're not even acting like yourself, Sam!" Dean argues, motioning towards (y/n) still trying to shrink behind him "The Sam I knew...wouldn't have let someone hurt his family like that"

"Becky wasn't hurting anyone, Dean, she was just saying the truth!"

The room seems to fall into an extremely uncomfortable silence, (y/n)'s body tensing upon hearing Sam's confident words. Becky was just saying the truth. Taking in a deep breath, trying her best to convince herself that his words couldn't be his, that it was some spell talking, (y/n) tugs lightly onto Dean's jacket sleeve, preventing him from storming forward to confront his brother

"We're leaving"

"What? What do you mean?"

"I mean...we're going to find out what the hell is happening in this town and free your dick of a brother from whatever is making him do this. Problem?"

"No-"

"Then-" She shoots a cold stare to the 'happily married couple behind them ,"-we're leaving."