#divaswritingchallenge

[sofreddie]

'Til Death Do Us Part

Summary: The happiest day of their lives. At least, it was supposed to be.

Characters: Dean x Female!Reader, Sam, Cas

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Mentions of Blood, Major Character Death

Word Count: 1,112

Decade Under The Influence Challenge - Prompt: “A cloud hangs over and mutes my happiness. A thousand ships couldn’t sail me back from distress” - Anna Molly: Incubus @cockslut-padalecki

Diva's Writing Challenge - Prompt: “There’ll be plenty more before this is over.” - @flamencodiva

DEAN BINGO: FREE SPACE (@spndeanbingo)

AU BINGO: FREE SPACE (@spnaubingo)

A/N: 1) Decade Under The Influence prompt used as inspiration for the story. 2) Diva prompt quoted in the story (bold). 3) Please, remember you love me. : )

"You ready?" Sam asked his older brother.

"Yeah." Dean released a long breath and nodded to his sibling.

Sam nodded in return, turning to the door and grasping the handle. He cast a glance over his shoulder to Dean, looking him over a final time, before opening the door wide.

Dean closed his eyes, taking another deep breath and releasing it, before following behind Sam, his mind swimming.

Sam took a sharp right into a large room. Dean's eyes rapidly scanned the room as his heartbeat rose. Familiar faces dotted every seat in the room, everything else covered in an abundance of simple and tasteful décor.

Trying not to let his nerves get the better of him, Dean hastily followed Sam to the front of the room.

"You got this," Sam encouraged his brother with a pat on the shoulder.

Dean nodded in response, but it was mostly automatic as he continued his breathing exercises and tried to quell his rising nerves and rapidly beating heart.

The doors at the far end of the room opened once more. Everything went silent, frozen in time, and tuned out as his vision tunneled and fixed on the approaching figure.

"Fuck," Dean breathed out in awe, his eyes wide and roaming, taking in every minute detail.

He already knew her by heart, inside and out. But the sight of her in the ivory dress she wore - striding towards him with a broad grin and a lustful gleam as she devoured him with her eyes - was an image sure to be branded in his brain for all eternity.

Dean extended his hand when she was within reach, gently guiding her the last few steps to stand toe-to-toe, intimate inches between them. They turned as one towards their friend and family, Castiel.

The Angel readily agreed to lend his hand in bonding the two of them in a ceremony that went far beyond mere paper declarations. Two lives, lived side-by-side for so long, intertwining into one.

Dean never thought he'd have this - a wedding and a wife. His life, consumed by darkness and pain, made him believe it wasn't possible. But she, the light in the darkness, made him believe it was. They'd fought through so much together and come out the other side hand-in-hand. They could survive anything, as long as they were together.

Their voices cracked and their eyes welled as they spoke their promises to one another. Their hands shook as they slid rings onto fingers. Their lips tingled in anticipation of completing the ceremony.

They shared a kiss of restrained passion and open emotion, a promise itself. They smiled warmly at one another as the many witnesses clapped and cheered. Dean could feel Sam patting him on the back, but his eyes were glued to his bride, his wife.

Her eyes were shining with love and happiness, tears of joy welling and threatening to fall, her smile bright and just for him. He couldn't resist, leaning down to steal another kiss. His arms brought her tight against his body, keeping her close and cherishing the moment.

As she gasped into the kiss, Dean loosened his hold, worried he had hurt her in his eagerness. Pulling from the kiss his eyes met hers.

They were wide, the pure joy from before erased as a single tear made its way down her cheek. A piercing scream from somewhere in the room, followed by shouting and rapid movements, snapped Dean from his bubble.

Dean's eyes scanned the room. People were everywhere. Sam was running towards the doors, other attendees following as a fight broke out.

"D-De-"

Y/N's voice drew his attention back to her. As he looked down between them, he could see the dark and vibrant red stain growing across the bodice of her once pristine dress.

Was he having a nightmare?

Everything felt so real. He took a shuddering breath as she grew weak in his arms. He quickly lowered her to the ground, looking her over and finding a large, gaping wound.

Everything rapidly sped up as Dean's mind caught up with what was happening.

"SAM?!" Dean shouted into the void, as he tried to stem the bleeding.

"Demons," Sam growled as he slid up beside his brother, taking over wound care as Dean focused his attention on Y/N.

Dean took Y/N's hand into his, her breathing stuttered and harsh.

"Stay with me, Baby," Dean urged her as he caressed the side of her face.

"Cas-," Sam harshly whispered, drawing the Angel to them, "-heal her."

Cas knelt beside her, Sam and Dean watching as he lowered his hand above the wound. His hand lit up but had no effect on the wound. He cast a glance at the brothers, before closing his eyes and trying once again. The light grew brighter, Cas's eyes opening to reveal they too were glowing.

Still, nothing happened.

"They've done something," Cas explained, "It's not working."

"What?" Sam protested, "No - Cas - she's gonna die if you don't-"

"What part of 'it isn't working' escapes you?" Cas growled back, growing increasingly frustrated.

Dean's eyes were wide as he looked down at Y/N, the tears freely falling down his face.

"No...please," Dean sobbed, shifting to hold her, pressing his forehead to hers like so many times before.

Y/N reached up, her hand on Dean's cheek. He covered her hand with his own.

"I love you. So much," she breathed with her last as her eyes closed and she went limp in his arms.

"Y/N? No!!" Dean cried, not caring who saw.

Hours later, after most everyone had left, Sam and Cas came back to Dean, who hadn't moved from his position on the floor and hadn't released his hold on his bride.

He was out of tears, but far from numb.

Dean stood, with Y/N securely in his hold. Both Sam and Cas offered to take her but retreated with Dean's threatening growl.

"It was demons," Cas helpfully supplied.

"Crowley's?" Dean asked, stopping in his tracks and turning to the others with fire in his eyes.

"Most likely," Sam admitted, "But the last one said something before we killed him."

"He said, 'There'll be plenty more before this is over'," Cas added ominously.

"We're giving her a hunter's funeral," Dean explained in a strained tone as he slid into the backseat of the Impala with Y/N in his lap.

"Of course," Sam agreed, taking up the driver's seat without a word.

"Then what?" Cas asked as he took up the passenger's side, looking over the seat at Dean.

"Then I'm killing every last demon I get my hands on until there are no more."

Forevers:

@sis-tafics

@lyarr24

@calaofnoldor

@hobby27

@spnbaby-67

@fangirlxwritesx67

@jarpad24

@flamencodiva

@flashxspn

@donnaintx

Dean Winchester:

@akshi8278

@jerkbitchidjitassbutt

@slamminmine

@idreamofdeanie

@charred-angelwings

@deandreamernp

@laycblack

@siospins

[princessmisery666]

Fuck!! This one hurt!! It was all sweet and fluffy and then you hurt me so bad but done so very well 😢

'Til Death Do Us Part

Summary: The happiest day of their lives. At least, it was supposed to be.

Characters: Dean x Female!Reader, Sam, Cas

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Mentions of Blood, Major Character Death

Word Count: 1,112

Decade Under The Influence Challenge - Prompt: “A cloud hangs over and mutes my happiness. A thousand ships couldn’t sail me back from distress” - Anna Molly: Incubus @cockslut-padalecki

Diva's Writing Challenge - Prompt: “There’ll be plenty more before this is over.” - @flamencodiva

DEAN BINGO: FREE SPACE (@spndeanbingo)

AU BINGO: FREE SPACE (@spnaubingo)

A/N: 1) Decade Under The Influence prompt used as inspiration for the story. 2) Diva prompt quoted in the story (bold). 3) Please, remember you love me. : )

"You ready?" Sam asked his older brother.

"Yeah." Dean released a long breath and nodded to his sibling.

Sam nodded in return, turning to the door and grasping the handle. He cast a glance over his shoulder to Dean, looking him over a final time, before opening the door wide.

Dean closed his eyes, taking another deep breath and releasing it, before following behind Sam, his mind swimming.

Sam took a sharp right into a large room. Dean's eyes rapidly scanned the room as his heartbeat rose. Familiar faces dotted every seat in the room, everything else covered in an abundance of simple and tasteful décor.

Trying not to let his nerves get the better of him, Dean hastily followed Sam to the front of the room.

"You got this," Sam encouraged his brother with a pat on the shoulder.

Dean nodded in response, but it was mostly automatic as he continued his breathing exercises and tried to quell his rising nerves and rapidly beating heart.

The doors at the far end of the room opened once more. Everything went silent, frozen in time, and tuned out as his vision tunneled and fixed on the approaching figure.

"Fuck," Dean breathed out in awe, his eyes wide and roaming, taking in every minute detail.

He already knew her by heart, inside and out. But the sight of her in the ivory dress she wore - striding towards him with a broad grin and a lustful gleam as she devoured him with her eyes - was an image sure to be branded in his brain for all eternity.

Dean extended his hand when she was within reach, gently guiding her the last few steps to stand toe-to-toe, intimate inches between them. They turned as one towards their friend and family, Castiel.

The Angel readily agreed to lend his hand in bonding the two of them in a ceremony that went far beyond mere paper declarations. Two lives, lived side-by-side for so long, intertwining into one.

Dean never thought he'd have this - a wedding and a wife. His life, consumed by darkness and pain, made him believe it wasn't possible. But she, the light in the darkness, made him believe it was. They'd fought through so much together and come out the other side hand-in-hand. They could survive anything, as long as they were together.

Their voices cracked and their eyes welled as they spoke their promises to one another. Their hands shook as they slid rings onto fingers. Their lips tingled in anticipation of completing the ceremony.

They shared a kiss of restrained passion and open emotion, a promise itself. They smiled warmly at one another as the many witnesses clapped and cheered. Dean could feel Sam patting him on the back, but his eyes were glued to his bride, his wife.

Her eyes were shining with love and happiness, tears of joy welling and threatening to fall, her smile bright and just for him. He couldn't resist, leaning down to steal another kiss. His arms brought her tight against his body, keeping her close and cherishing the moment.

As she gasped into the kiss, Dean loosened his hold, worried he had hurt her in his eagerness. Pulling from the kiss his eyes met hers.

They were wide, the pure joy from before erased as a single tear made its way down her cheek. A piercing scream from somewhere in the room, followed by shouting and rapid movements, snapped Dean from his bubble.

Dean's eyes scanned the room. People were everywhere. Sam was running towards the doors, other attendees following as a fight broke out.

"D-De-"

Y/N's voice drew his attention back to her. As he looked down between them, he could see the dark and vibrant red stain growing across the bodice of her once pristine dress.

Was he having a nightmare?

Everything felt so real. He took a shuddering breath as she grew weak in his arms. He quickly lowered her to the ground, looking her over and finding a large, gaping wound.

Everything rapidly sped up as Dean's mind caught up with what was happening.

"SAM?!" Dean shouted into the void, as he tried to stem the bleeding.

"Demons," Sam growled as he slid up beside his brother, taking over wound care as Dean focused his attention on Y/N.

Dean took Y/N's hand into his, her breathing stuttered and harsh.

"Stay with me, Baby," Dean urged her as he caressed the side of her face.

"Cas-," Sam harshly whispered, drawing the Angel to them, "-heal her."

Cas knelt beside her, Sam and Dean watching as he lowered his hand above the wound. His hand lit up but had no effect on the wound. He cast a glance at the brothers, before closing his eyes and trying once again. The light grew brighter, Cas's eyes opening to reveal they too were glowing.

Still, nothing happened.

"They've done something," Cas explained, "It's not working."

"What?" Sam protested, "No - Cas - she's gonna die if you don't-"

"What part of 'it isn't working' escapes you?" Cas growled back, growing increasingly frustrated.

Dean's eyes were wide as he looked down at Y/N, the tears freely falling down his face.

"No...please," Dean sobbed, shifting to hold her, pressing his forehead to hers like so many times before.

Y/N reached up, her hand on Dean's cheek. He covered her hand with his own.

"I love you. So much," she breathed with her last as her eyes closed and she went limp in his arms.

"Y/N? No!!" Dean cried, not caring who saw.

Hours later, after most everyone had left, Sam and Cas came back to Dean, who hadn't moved from his position on the floor and hadn't released his hold on his bride.

He was out of tears, but far from numb.

Dean stood, with Y/N securely in his hold. Both Sam and Cas offered to take her but retreated with Dean's threatening growl.

"It was demons," Cas helpfully supplied.

"Crowley's?" Dean asked, stopping in his tracks and turning to the others with fire in his eyes.

"Most likely," Sam admitted, "But the last one said something before we killed him."

"He said, 'There'll be plenty more before this is over'," Cas added ominously.

"We're giving her a hunter's funeral," Dean explained in a strained tone as he slid into the backseat of the Impala with Y/N in his lap.

"Of course," Sam agreed, taking up the driver's seat without a word.

"Then what?" Cas asked as he took up the passenger's side, looking over the seat at Dean.

"Then I'm killing every last demon I get my hands on until there are no more."

Forevers:

@sis-tafics

@lyarr24

@calaofnoldor

@hobby27

@spnbaby-67

@fangirlxwritesx67

@jarpad24

@flamencodiva

@flashxspn

@donnaintx

Dean Winchester:

@akshi8278

@jerkbitchidjitassbutt

@slamminmine

@idreamofdeanie

@charred-angelwings

@deandreamernp

@laycblack

@siospins