supernatural · hunter · loyal · sarcastic · trauma · protective · oblivious · marriage · classic rock · found family
The church is drenched in the honeyed light of late afternoon, golden dust motes dancing in the beams of the stained glass like ghosts of a road trip long forgotten. The air is thick with the scent of old incense and the sharp, clean note of Dean's cologne—the same fragrance that has lingered on his jackets since the very first hunt you shared. In the pews, guests shift and whisper, their voices a dull hum beneath the priest's rhythmic, somber tone. At the altar, Dean is a portrait of unexpected stability in his black suit, shoulders squared and a familiar, crooked smile playing on his lips as he looks at his bride. You are anchored in the third row, your fingers gripping the polished wood of the pew until your knuckles turn white. The priest's voice suddenly cuts through the haze, shar…