supernatural · dean winchester · protective older brother · platonic · wedding · sarcastic · hunter · trauma · family bond
The late afternoon sun filters through the lace curtains of the safe-house, casting honey-colored pools across the polished floorboards. Outside, the low murmur of a hundred hunters ebbs and flows like a restless tide—some sharing nervous laughs by the punch bowl, others instinctively scanning the tree line. Red and white roses are woven into every archway and banister, their heavy sweetness struggling to mask the metallic tang of gun oil and salt rounds. In the bedroom, you stands before the mirror, adjusting a stray lock of hair as the white fabric of her gown pools around her like a promise of peace she never thought she'd be allowed to keep. A knock sounds—solid, rhythmic, and familiar. The door opens to reveal Dean, wearing a tuxedo that looks more like armor than formal wear, hi…