Tying the knot.
"Wow, look at all the people." Dean looks at the audience. Almost every angel in heaven is here. Though the fledglings aren't yet. He's still not sure it was appropriate to bring them around all these pagans and everything, but they are apparently cute as buttons and they were in the abyss already. Sam getting married in the abyss to an angel by a werewolf in front of pagans hunters and angels. It's weird, and oddly appropriate. Though it's hard for Dean to keep his eyes off of Cas, who's wings are folded around his shoulders almost like a cape, it's all he can do to keep from running his hands all over them.
"This is taking a while." Sam says a bit worriedly. "You don't think she'll change her mind and run off, do you?"
"No. Of course not." Cas reassures him.
"Because she's tried running before." Sam adjusts his tuxedo. "She'll be better at it now."
"Why would she run?" Garth asks sounding as if he's trying to point out the sillyness of the thought.
"Because she's a cowardly commitment phobic prankster with avoidance issues?" Dean points out. "And her family hates us."
"What he said." Sam points to his brother.
"They seemed alright with it to me." Garth says simply.
"They're putting up with us for her sake."
"Well, then. That kind of says it all. Relax, Sam. Everyone's nervous on their wedding day, but when you see her it'll be worth it." He waves to his wife and the were children around her who wave back.
"Oh my god." Sam's jaw drops slightly as a couple more guests arrive. "Mom? Dad?" He runs down to greet them, embracing them. "I can't believe it. You're here? You.. how..."
"Your bride to be invited us. Temporary of course, we go back to heaven after the reception, but we've put in our dues, so.." John shrugs, and pats his son's back, as does Mary.
"Look at you. You're so big and handsome." Mary takes hold of his face. "Oh, Sam, I am so proud of you, and so happy for you. Gabrielle seems like such a.. lively person."
"She is."
"Crap, what do we do?" Dean grimaces as Sam and their parents talk.
"What do you mean?" Castiel asks.
"Um, you know, you and me. I can't come out to my parents at Sam's wedding. What if it doesn't go well and fucks up the celebrations." Dean clarifies.
"Can it be any worse than Claire and Hela?" Castiel asks. Dean shrugs.
"I mean, I'm not ashamed of you or anything, but... maybe wait until the reception to do it? Or do you think ripping off the bandaid is the better approach?"
"They disapprove of homosexuality?"
"I don't know. I mean, it's not like it was discussed. Or even really acknowledged as existing, I guess. I have no fucking clue." Dean wipes his mouth.
"I understand." Castiel nods, though he looks a little disappointed.
"I can't believe she got them here, though." Dean smiles. "That was kind of cool."
"Gabriel can be surprisingly sweet and thoughtful at times." Castiel nods.
"You're okay with saving the official introduction until the reception?" Dean looks over at him. Cas nods. "Thanks, baby, you're the best." He smiles and walks down to greet his parents. "Mom, Dad." He hugs them both in greeting. "You look good."
"So do you. Gabrielle showed me pictures, and John showed me some of his memories, but oh to see you in person."
"Mom, have you met Cas? Cas get over here." Sam waves back to the angel. "Mom, dad, this is Castiel, my best freind, Dean's boyfreind." Dean winces slightly at the introduction.
"Your... boyfreind?" John looks surprised.
"Yeah. Cas?" Dean takes his hand as he comes closer. "He's an angel as well, but you can probably tell by the wings." He gives a nervous smile.
"Okay."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Castiel. Thank you for looking over my babies." Mary kisses his cheek, nudging John, who sighs and takes out his wallet and hands her a marked up twenty.
"Um..what was that?"
"I lost a bet." John sighs.
"A bet?" Dean asks for clarification.
"Well, your soon to be sister in law left us some of the 'Winchester Gospels' and Mary was convinced that you two were falling in love with each other. I disagreed because I was fairly sure you liked girls. And you can form such close bonds with fellow soldiers without it being sexual. The apocalypse is a hell of a battleground."
"It's called bisexuality, John. It's not just for women anymore." She pats his chest. John sighs and shakes his head.
"So, you're okay with it?"
"I'm a bit dissappointed with the lack of grandchildren, but as long as you're happy." Mary shrugs.
"As long as he can pull his weight." John gives Castiel a hard look. "Doesn't endanger you or Sam again. I wasn't aware that you and Sam were so close."
"It took longer than it should have for me to appreciate your son." Castiel admits. "But I love them both very much. And would do anything for them. I regret any pain I ever caused them."
"What's past is past, baby." Dean takes his hand. "You know we're good."
"How's my car holding up?" John asks.
"Is everyone here?" Claire looks out at the crowd.
"I don't know. Are the angel's here? What about the little ones." Krissy peeks out from behind the curtains. "Oh holy crap. There must be a million people here. Here they come! Hello you little cuties!" she waves to the group of fledglings being herded up to the space in front. Several of them see her and wave back, though most are distracted by the variety of other guests, especially the young weres. the blue angel with the pretty wings is there trying to keep them in check.
"Is Rhys here?" Alex peeks out as well. A large wolf with a collar and black bow tie trots up and takes hold of the pillow with the rings. "Are you fucking kidding me?" She exclaims and storms away from him.
"He refuses to wear the tuxedo." Hel explains with a sigh. "It's the only way he'd be part of the wedding."
"He wasn't at the rehersal." She scowls.
"Alright." Babe announces. "Everyone's here who's coming. Ah, why am I so nervous?" she adjusts her gown, just like the bridesmaids but white with elaborate gold embroidered trim. Her golden wings folded tightly against her back.
"Because this is a blasphemous heretical farce and you have dragged your entire family into this sacrilege?" Raphael comments smoothing out a few of his mossy green feathers. Michael just gives him a reproachful look, looking quite dashing in his golden breastplate and wings of pure white flame.
"Like that would bother me." Babe smirks, before looking worried again "Sam's, still there, right? He hasn't changed his mind?"
"He was a second ago." Claire frowns looking around. Babe goes pale in a moment of pure panic. "I'm just kidding, he's there, just as nervous as you are." Alex punches her sister's arm for this. "Ow." Claire laugh.
"Not funny, baby blue." Babe glares at her.
"It was a little." Raphael smiles, his sister just glares at him.
"Nobody asked you, turtle boy."
"Children." Michael clears his throat. "It's time. Now behave yourself." he chides them. "Everyone. Get in position for when the music starts."
"This is an archaic ridiculous tradition. Gabriel does not belong to us and she will not belong to Sam afterwards." Raphael grouses, probably as nervous as his sister.
"Well, we did remove the phrase to honor and obey from our vows." She points out, taking her place beside Michael. "Thank you for doing this?" She smiles up at her big sister, who just kisses her forehead as the procession begins.
It all goes according to plan, the bridesmaids taking their places across from the groomsmen and the little wolfy ring bearer sitting beside the best man after passing over the rings. There are no interruptions, especially as they decided to skip the part asking for objections. There's a breif routine speech on the sanctity of marriage, and timefor the vows.
"I love you, Sam, more than I ever wanted to, and as I would do anything to have you as my own, I stand before you offering to be all yours. Not the greatest of bargains, I know, you're twice the human I ever was, but I'm yours for as long as you'll have me. I swear to everything and everyone there is, that I will do my best to deserve you."
"Gabrielle, my angel, we've gone though quite alot of get here, through your mischeif and my temper our love won out. I've asked alot of you, I know it and so I'll have promises of my own to make. And I promise I am never going to give you up. I'm never going to let you down, never going to run around and desert you. Never going to make you cry, never going to say goodbye, Never going to tell a lie and hurt you."
"Oh my god." Claire mutters as Krissy, Alex, Dean and Garth try very hard not to start laughing. Rhys' tail starts thumping rather uncontrollably, though he stands just as much at attention as he started, but the most impressive is Sam's ability to keep a straight face adn intense earnest expression through the entire thing. Babe's lips twitch slightly, but that's it.
"Samuel Winchester, do you take this angel to be your wife, to have and to hold, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, devoted not only to each other but to heaven and earth alike?"
"I do."
"Gabrielle, do you take this man to be your husband, to have and to hold, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, devoted not only to each other but to heaven and earth alike?"
"I do."
"Now repeat after me. With this ring. I thee wed."
"With this ring, I thee wed." Sam takes the ring from his brother and places it on her finger.
"With this ring. I thee wed." Babe takes the other one and places it on Sam's.
"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride." The kiss is short and chaste, mostly because Babe can't hold it in anymore and bends over, laughing her ass off.
"That... was wonderful." Her wings start to fluff.
"I thought you'd appreciate it." He smiles down at her.
"I don't understand the joke." Raphael looks to Alex who's just frowning at the wall across from her.
"It's a stupid old meme called rickrolling where people slip the lyrics of Rick Astley song 'never gonna to give you up' into unexepected places as a joke. I don't know if anyone's ever rickrolled anyone in their wedding vows before, but it's definitely appropriate. Especially given the height joke she slipped into hers." Alex turns away from the simpering wolf coming meekly over to her. "Excuse me, I'm going to go change for the reception. I suggest you gentlemen do as well." Raphael looks over to Rhys as he gives a little whine.
"Look at you, you are an absolute infant, appearing in this absurd form. If I didn't know for certain that you weren't, I would swear you were truly her child." Raphael scold him. Rhys just sits up and gives a wolfy smile at him, wagging his tail. "Do not play any pranks or games on Miss Jones. I am warning you." Rhys just rolls his eyes. Raphael grabs him by the chin and looks into his eyes, surprising his nephew with his grip. "I mean what I say Fenris. She is under Michael's protection, and mine as well. Do not hurt her. Do you understand me?" Rhys gives a little whine that's a clear consent and Raphael let's go, walking over to his siblings. "If you take the name Winchester, I will disown you." he gives her a hug.
"Hah, no, legally we'll be Mr. and Mrs. Singer. " She gives him a squeeze.
"Well, looks like you two idjits did pretty well for yourselves." A young man ambles over to shake Sam's hand.
"Bobby?" He hugs him. "Look at you. You look... good. Gabrielle, I can't believe you found him." Sam puts his hand on his wife's back.
"Yeah, they tossed him into the abyss after that little stunt he helped you pull. Rau phael found him while looking for someone else. I was trying to get uncle to help me get him here for the wedding, but apparently that's not important enough for him to personally disrupt the new natural order." She rolls her eyes. "So, yeah, he's Raph's wedding gift not mine."
"Do not hug me." Raphael turns and walks away.
"How about a kiss?" Dean calls after him. He's ignored as completely as his boyfreind. "Man, Bobby, you look... young..."
"I wasn't born a crusty old man, you know." Bobby grouses. "Glad to see you two have finally gotten your act together." He nods to Dean and Cas who blush slightly.
"You... you knew?" Dean asks.
"Or course I knew. I wasn't blind, deaf, or completely fucking stupid, was I?" he snaps. "Now thing thing came completely out left feild. I didn't figure you for a masochist, Sam. Marrying the trickster?" He nods to Babe who give a smile.
"I'll fill you in at the reception." Sam gives him a hug. "I'm so glad to see you."
"That was a great wedding gift, though, bringing mom and dad here." Dean grudgingly admits.
"Oh, that wasn't my wedding gift. That's just standard." She waves it off, and snaps up a small box. "This is my wedding gift to Sam." She hands it to Dean. "Go on, open it."
"I thought you said it was for Sam." Dean looks it over. it's light, doesn't rattle, or make noise.
"It is, open it." She nods. Dean looks at her suspiciously and opens it, angling it away from his face as he does so."Oh come on, who do you think I am, Jokey Smurf?"
"I wouldn't put a glitter bomb past you." Den retorts, but as nothing happens he looks inside. There are a pile of hand made coupon books all made out to Dean, non transferrable and a small instruction booklet. "What the hell is this."
"I'm sorry. I forgot you can't read." Babe gives an exhasperated sigh. "So, the worst thing I ever did to Sam was repeatedly murder you in front of him on an endless run of tuesdays. Right?"
"Right..." Dean looks at it even more suspiciously.
"Well, to make it up to him I'm going to make it up to you. For every tuesday I killed you, I will...with limits, do whatever you want. There are restrictions, read the booklet for them, and it's only on tuesdays." She specifies.
"So... every tuesday from now until when I use all these little coupons up, you'll be my slave." Dean grins.
"No."
"If say, I decided to make you refer to me as 'The Boss' each and every tuesday? You'd have to?"
"Yes. But before you get carried away, let me remind you that this is only one day a week and you will have to deal with me on the other six. They are nontransferrable." She states pointedly. Dean nods and looks down at the box, still smiling a troubling smile. "You like it, Sam?" Babe looks up at her husband who just kisses her, and whispers something into her ear. "Oh, don't tease. Wait, which thing we talked about earlier?"
"Not that one." Sam wrinkles his nose. "The living situation."
"Oh, well, I appreciate the thought, but you know I don't sleep, and will be gone so much of the time anyways. If Dean doesn't object, then I'm fine with it."
"Alright, but should there come a time when you change your mind, you get to say. At least the first time. After that it's a joint decision."
"What are you talking about?" Dean starts to feel slightly uneasy.
"If it's alright with you, We'd like to keep my room at the bunker." Sam looks at him.
"What you mean, you and her?" his eyes widen slightly. "Um... Sure, I guess, Yeah, no, stay. I'll take her too, sure."
"Okay." Sam nods. "Maybe we can try that other thing." He says quietly.
"Really?" Babe simles broadly. "Are you sure?"
"Not really."
"Then don't worry about it." She pops up to give him a kiss.
"Do I want to know?" Dean asks.
"Nope."