#bplc

Your headache was killing you. Planning a wedding is not as easy as it looks like in the movies. Even with all the help you were getting it still was a lot to deal with. You had to make sure it was everything perfect. And it was. It was everything going as you had planned.

For months you, hopeful, begged Dean for a small wedding but he cut you off every time you asked. So you gave in. ‘Let’s do the wedding of the year! At the beach. No, no, no! In a garden! Forget the garden. I think the church is beyond good!’ he said with brighten eyes. Both of you spent months planning the decoration. You wanted it to be perfect, just like the two of you.

“Y/N, honey, are you home?” Your mom’s voice got you out of your day-dreaming.

“I’m here!” You shout from what used to be you bedroom when you were just a little girl. Your mother made her way to you and you were completely amused with what was standing in front of you. Your mom had a lot of bags. More than she should have and could carry.

“I bought some things for you.” You frowned at her. “Don’t worry! I didn’t buy much things. I just bought some things to your new house. The rest is for me.” She gave a half shrug. Now you were definitely surprised. your mom usually doesn’t buy things to herself. “I need to make sure I’ll be stunning at my daughter’s wedding.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at your mom’s excitement. “I can’t believe you and your lovebug are getting married!”

“Me neither.” You grinned.

After a very long time, Dean woke up felling a little bit more alive. All this hunting crap can steal the joy in somebody’s life. The blonde open the hotel dirty window, letting the warmth of the sun in into his room. Today is a good day. Nobody’ll ruin it. Nobody.

“Sammy?” Dean called for his brother, rubbing his hands together. “I’m gonna get some coffee. Would you like some?”

“Thanks. I’m good.” Sam answers from the bathroom. Dean could hear the water rolling.

The green-eyed boy walk out of the room, making his way to Britney’s Cafe. The most famous coffee shop in town. He have heard they make the most delicious black coffee in the state. As Dean enters at the cafe, he smell the fabulous scent of coffee being made up. There were a lot of people. They seem to be in an extremely exciting day. But there’s something, or better saying, someone that caught Dean’s attention.

At the back of the cafe, in a corner, there was a simple girl reading a book. Dean quickly forgot about his coffee when he saw that pretty stranger. As he got closer to her, he notices that she clambered onto the chair, her legs dangling a few inches above the floor. She’s beautiful, Dean thought to himself. The way the sun light reaches her h/c hair makes it looks brighter. He bets it smells like heaven. Dean’s taking in every single detail of her. He don’t know that beautiful stranger, but as the way she leans toward the book and furrows her brows, he can tell she’s liking what she’s reading. She takes small sips of her coffee as she continue her reading.

“Pardon me…” Dean lows his voice as he approaches her. She turn her attention to him. Her beautiful e/c eyes are narrowed and focused on him. Her head is tilted back as she waits for him to continue. “You look so familiar… did we take a class together?” His voice was hoarse. The smirk not leaving his plump lips. “I could have sworn we had chemistry.” There it was! He couldn’t hold that back. There was an opportunity and he took it.

“I think we really did have a class together, but I don’t think we had chemistry…"She had her nose pitched and was tugging on her ear. "Actually I think it was math 'cause, boy, you’re definitely a problem.” Her husky voice made Dean blush.

He didn’t expect this. He was ready to get slapped or something. Dean’s cheeks were red. He rubbed his neck, trying to think of something that could break the tension. She closed her book and creased her brow looking right into his green eyes.

“The Lighthouse!” Dean glanced through the book. “That seems to be interesting.” Damn it! Small talk sucks. He could see that there’s still disbelief in her face. Like it was printed on her forehead.

“You are…” She looked him from the head to toe, waiting for an answer as she crossed her arms.

“Dean.” The blonde boy smiled. “I suppose that a pretty girl like you have a name, do you?” He smirked at her.

“I’m Y/N.” She gave him a small smile that made her even more beautiful before his eyes. “Do you wanna join me?” She grinned at him as she pointed to the chair in front of her.    

“Yeah, sure.” He has a smile on his face. Y/N noticed that Dean was a little blushed again, but she didn’t say anything.

You were pretty sure you had slept while the hairdresser was making your hair even more stunning. The tiredness from yesterday had took you down. But after a long and peaceful night of sleep, you were finally back together. But yet sleepy.

Today was the day. No more waiting, no more chances to change the date, no more trying every single dress on stores. No more! Today is the day you become a Winchester. Today is the day you get to marry the love of your life. There’s nothing in this world that will ruin your perfect day.

“Earth to Y/N.” Your best friend, Caroline, brought you out of your thoughts. “Your phone is buzzing. It’s your fiancé.” She gave you your phone, winking at you.

You and Dean haven’t seen each other in the last two days. Caroline insisted that it would be better for both of you. This way you would be more focused on your wedding. You two didn’t like it, but you end up agreeing with her.

“Good morning, beautiful.” You could hear excitement in his voice. It’s like you can see him smiling while he speaks to you. “How’s your day going?” You were able to hear the T.V. in the background.

“Well, it’s being different from everything I’ve ever experienced.” You giggle.

“I think that’s the purpose, silly!” He mocked at you making you laugh. “I hope it’s more exciting than mine. As far it’s normal. I’ve already watched T.V, still watching by the way, and chill.”

“After slept a lot, I started the day’s tasks. Lucy is making my hair now.” You stated. A comfort silent fell between you, but quickly cut off for him. “I’ve drove to the church so I could see if everything’s still okay. We made a pretty good job there.” Dean’s voice is full of proud, you can feel it.

“We always do.” Your voice was barely up on a whisper. You talked more to yourself than to him.

“I can’t wait to see you.” You gasped as you twisted your engagement ring.

“Me too, sweetie, me too.” He was almost whispering. “I was thinking-”

“Don’t even think about sneaking around, Winchester!” Caroline exclaimed cutting him. “Put him on speaker please, darling.” You did what she asked you to. You both heard Dean’s contagious laugh at the other side.

“Don’t you dare ruin your marriage, Dean-o.” She had her both hands on her waist and a frown. You and Dean laugh at her attitude. If you try to break the 'marriage traditions’ you would be doomed. Caroline would make sure you’d pay.

“Don’t worry, blonde. I won’t break your rules.” He stated in a soothing tone. “I want it to be magic.” Just like that he made a smile rise on your perky lips.

The same man that have made you laugh the most, was the one who made you cry rivers…

“Dean, you can’t just get yourself killed for what you think is the greatest good.” You said roughly. Your arms were crossed against your chest to keep you from punch him in the face.

Sam had located Lilith. They need to stop her. You know that, but it’s too risky. They should wait it get cool and then attack.

Dean was pissed. He was at the other side of the room - far from you - packing his duffel bag. He didn’t want to fight you, he’s trying not to, but you’re making things difficult to him.

“That’s what you don’t understand!” He clench his fist slamming it on the table. “That’s my fucking job, Y/N!” He made his way to you, pointing his finger.

“'Your fucking job’ is bullshit if it means you won’t come home at the end of the day.” You calmly said. “ I want to stay by your side for whatever comes but I won’t be able to do it if you’re dead.” You cupped his face between your hands, trying to put the angry beast in front of you away.

“You don’t understand.” His voice was barely a whisper. “No matter how many explanations I give you, you just don’t care!” There he is. He pull away from you releasing the angry beast. You could see the throbbing veins in his neck. He was furious again.

“Don’t you dare, Winchester, say that I don’t care.” You lean forward, getting close to him. You couldn’t believe in what you were hearing. His jaw was clenched as yours.

“Oh, you do? That’s not what it looks like.” You could sense the sarcasm in his voice. “How about you for just a second stop being so selfish?” He burst.

Dean turned his back to you and pick his bag up motioning to the door. He’s stupid if he thinks he’ll just walk out the door like that.

“Why do the lives you save are more 'worthy’ than yours?” You quoted with your fingers. “Why do you think so low of yourself? Dean, I just wanna give you the love you deserve.” You couldn’t look into his face. It was too much. You were trying to keep your tears to fall.

“I don’t deserve to be loved.” His voice was low, almost imperceptible to the ear.

“Dean, I swear to God, that if you do what you’re planning to, it’s over! If you walk out that door, we’re done!” You shouted. Tears were rolling down your cheeks. “So please, I’m begging you, stay. Let me love you. Let me give you the apple pie life that you deserve.” You’re trying to keep yourself from sobbing.

Part of you have hope that he would listen to you. That he loved you so much to stay and go after Lilith when things settled down. But deep down you knew what he was going to do.

“I don’t deserve you, Y/N.” He had his back to you. Sadness all over his voice. He was hesitating. Dean’s body was droopy. He’ll stay, you thought.

“I really do hope that one day you’ll forgive me.” His voice was cracking.

“Dean don’t! Please don’t do this!” You were sobbing and your lip was quivering.

“Goodbye, Y/N.” He whispered. Dean walked out of that door without looking back. The door slamming shut making you jump at the sound.

You fell to your knees, sobbing. Your chest was heaving and the tears were burning your face as they rolled. You were alone. Sobbing into that wide empty room all by yourself. Pain shattering you and his voice echoing into your head.

“Dean, stop!” Sam rolled his eyes in annoyance. “You’re going to open a whole on the ground, if you keep pacing like that.” He accused.

Dean was extremely nervous. He couldn’t even sit still. The green eyed boy was pacing back and fourth non stopping. “I’m nervous, okay?” He ran his hands, nervously, through his hair. “What if…”

“Stop touching your hair! You’ll ruin it.” Sam slap at him. “Cut the if’s, Dean. Everything will be perfect. She’ll walk down the aisle and you will both declare your love for each other. I understand why you’re nervous, but try to calm down. Today is the grand day, Dean.” Sam patted his brother’s shoulder.

“I know. I know.” Dean muttered more to himself than to his brother.

Suddenly the song started to run through his ears. Everybody were stand on their feet, this is it. It’s now. Dean saw two children walk in front of Caroline, your bride made. The girl was holding a bouquet and the boy was carrying the rings. A smile appeared on Dean’s lips as he saw you. You were stunning as always. Your hair has loose waves and a waterfall braid, flowers were added to your beautiful h/c strands. As your eyes settled on your beloved a smile formed into your perky lips. Every step you take gets you closer to one of the best moments of your entire life. His green eyes were locked into your e/c ones.

You climbed in the altar as the song ended. Dean held your hands in his as the preacher started to speak. “Good evening, welcome to this most important moment in the lives of this couple.” He introduces. You were gazing the handsome man that were standing in front of you. “This is an opportunity for us to share not only in the joy of Y/N Y/L and Dean Winchester’s love but also to reaffirm and appreciate the love and the friendship we experience in our own lives. May we all celebrate by being fully present during our short time together. Y/N and Dean have chosen to made their own vows.” He motion to Dean to start. “Please, Mr. Winchester”

Dean was looking straight into your eyes with love all over his eyelids. You could see the brightness into his green eyes. “Y/N Y/L, I remember the exact day that I laid eyes on you. You were wearing a sundress and your skin was shining. I remember the way the sun touched your stunning hair, it made it even prettier. You were reading a book, The Lighthouse. I remember everything because in that moment, the moment I first saw you, I fell in love with you.” A single tear fell from your eyes as you heard his deep - a little shaky - voice. Everything he says echoes through your head. “Then I’ve got to know you and I fell in love with every perfect imperfection feature of yours. You’re the one I chose to spend the rest of my life with. The one that I want to grow old with. You’re the woman that I love. You’re my always and forever and I’ll love you till I take my last breath in this World.” He paused. “I will love you, baby, always. I’ll be there when the stars don’t shine. 'till the heavens burst and the words don’t rhyme.” He took a breath. His words making you even more emotional. “I’ll love you forever.”

You wiped your tears and looked around. Almost everyone was crying. Dean breathed out, wiping his tears away, as he tried to contain his happiness.

“Well, I’m certainly perplexed.” You took a deep breath before starting your speech. “Dean Winchester, you changed everything for me. You’ve literally saved my life multiple times. You gave me more that I could ever have asked for. You make me feel comfortable into my own skin. You make me feel loved. Trust me, I’ve never thought that somebody could love me the way you do.” You’re voice was shaky. Dean was wiping his eyes, nervously. “You made me dance, you made me laugh. You were by my side when I needed a friend. You told me I would found love again. And I did. It was right in front of me. You were right in front of me. I love you with everything that I have. I love every single piece of you and I wanna live with you even when we’re ghosts.” Your eyes were brighter than ever, and your voice a little bit shaky. “You’re and always will be the love of my life.” Wiping a tear from your cheeks, you smiled without taking your eyes off your beloved.

The children walk to the altar carrying your rings. Dean took the ring and hold your soft hand on his both.

“With this ring I thee wed.” The blonde slip the ring in your finger, his eyes fixed in you as you gaze your ring.

Smiling, you took the ring from the kids. You placed his huge hand between yours, caressing it. “With this ring I thee wed.” You slip  the ring through his finger.

Anxious, you both looked to the preacher waiting the most wanting words. “I now pronounce you husband and wife.” He motion to you. “You may now kiss the bride.”

Dean placed his hands around your face, caressing your rose cheek, you leaned into his soft touch. He got closer to you as you closed your eyes. Dean’s plump lips found their way to yours, for a heartfelt kiss. His  warm lips against yours. You pulled your hands around his neck deepening the kiss, forgetting everyone and everything around you. Air claimed needed so you pulled out. Dean sealed your lips again with a quick kiss.

Everyone was cheering. Flowers were being thrown up. Dean held your hand and you both ran through the aisle 'till Baby. There was a 'Just married’ sign and flowers in her. Dean leaned to you, getting close to whisper into your ear.

“Pardon me… You look so familiar… did we take a class together? I could have sworn we had chemistry.” His guttural voice sending shivers through your entire body. He bites your ear lobe making you giggle.

If it was only his looks. But the bastard had to funny and intelligent as well. His every visit took longer than needed, because he always found time to joke around, flirt with you even. The two of you chatted about all sorts of stuff, from weather and local coffee shop to books and ancient symbolism.

He surely knew his way around herbs too. It made you wander where he was taking that knowledge from. You rejected the thought that he could be some kind of Satanist, partially cause you didn’t want him to be one, mostly because he didn’t look the type. Black magic and Devil worship didn’t suit his kind eyes and there was something honest, almost noble, in his appearance.

He didn’t seem like a Wiccan either, he didn’t care that much for a spiritual aspect of magic and even though he tried to hide it behind his brilliant smile, his bad boy attitude always came up to the surface, convincing you that he preferred a more practical use of witchcraft.

So maybe he was a witch, powerful and ancient, crossing the Earth and choosing Lebanon as his home for this century, before moving on to another place. That thought really thrilled you, raising goosebumps on your skin and tingling in all the right places. The things you could learn from him, the things you could experience with him… A girl can dream.

There was also a completely opposite possibility that he might have been a hunter. And considering his well-build body and the strength that was practically radiating from his muscled arms, that one option seemed the most probable. The man was really strong. He'd once came to your store right at the time of delivery. Since the guy who'd brought the purchase order hadn't been very helpful, you asked your favourite to customer to move one of the heaviest boxes to the back of the shop. He'd lifted it like it weighted nothing, his muscles rippling underneath the thin t-shirt he'd been wearing. Your eyes had traveled to the curve of his ass on their own as he'd bent over to grab another box. The sight of it had accompanied you till the late night hours.

Needless to say, every time he walked out of your store, he occupied your thoughts for the rest of the day. And today would probably be no exception.

A bell at the door rang and you raised your head to see him in a doorway. The smirk he gave you made your stomach flip in funny way, as always, and you almost forgot that you had a costumer to service. You looked down at the brass weighing machine in front of you to realize that you were still pouring cinnamon dust on it, which was way more than the guy ordered.

You scolded yourself for getting so easily distracted. Correcting your mistake, you quickly counted up guy’s purchases and waited impatiently for him to pay and get on his merry way. But he was taking his sweet time fishing out the cash, obviously something more on his mind.

“Anything else I can get you?” you asked politely but anxious to move to another person waiting in line.

“Um…actually, yes. I lost my number, can I have yours?” the man, no, the boy, fired out of the blue, shooting you a smug smile.

Your brain froze for a second, trying to wrap around the sentence you’d just heard. It must had been the cheapest pick-up line you’d ever been treated with. And to make matters worse, the boy couldn’t be more the eighteen.

With the corner of your eye you saw Handsome’s brow going up so high it almost disappeared under his hair and he coughed very suggestively. He practically freakin’ laughed into guys face as he glared at him before turning back to.

And how you managed to keep straight face was beyond comprehension. Somehow you forced your brain to move on and come up with anything in response. And that was not easy, cause what can one say for a line that’s a complete knock-out?

You cleared your throat and put on your face what you hoped at least resembled a polite smile.

“No. Not really.” you said calmly, praying to all gods for strength not to crack up. “But I’m sure if you ask your mom, she’ll buy you a new one.”

The teenager’s eyes grew wide, then his face turned dark red and he grabbed his paper bag, almost running out of the store.

The door shut behind him and your eyes finally met Mr. Perfect. Simultaneously, the two of you burst into uncontrollable laughter.

“Wow” he breathed out, composing himself at last. “I think you just lost a customer.”

“I got a feeling he only came here to ask me out.” you giggled.

“Can really blame the poor guy for trying.” Here he was again, charming and flirty as always. You held his gaze for a few seconds, blushing the slightest bit. A grin never left you face, even though you changed the subject. “So, what can I do for you today?”

“I was wandering, maybe you could help me with a few things.” he said with a little sheepish smile, his long fingers sliding a piece of paper over the counter toward you.

You took a look at the ingredients written down on it and your grin faded away. What you read there was so much different from the things he usually bought. This time it was some really dark stuff.  Taking it all together, the spell seemed familiar, and you didn’t like what you discovered even more.  Was it possible that you got mistaken that much? What a shame, black magic didn’t suit this gorgeous man.

“This is not a Diagon Alley.” you joked nervously to try and hide the change in your mood. “I don’t have things like this here. Don’t even know what it is.”

“Look, let’s cut the act, ok?” he said, his voice dropping an octave, sounding a little quieter and impossibly hotter. The smirk was still in place when he leant against the glass surface between you, brushing his hair away and licking his lips. So unfair. “I think you know who I am. I really need this stuff and I’m sure you’ve got it in the back. I saw a sign on your door.”

Automatically, you glanced at the shop entrance where an Aqarian Star was painted. A wave of relief washed over you. If he was a hunter, because only them seemed to recognize this symbol, it wasn’t the worst option.

You looked back at him, not the happiest but ready to help and you saw it. A puppy. He turned into giant, pleading puppy, with his eyes wide and his lower lip caught between white teeth, and you would sell him a fairy dust or dragon’s heart or unicorn’s blood, even if you’d have to collect it yourself. You just simply couldn’t refuse him.

“I only hope you’re not equally smooth liar.” you sighed heavily for the sign of your surrender before disappearing at the back of your shop. He might have been deceiving you, as far as you knew. But if he was telling the truth, than lives were at stake here. You were ready to take the risk.

Ten minutes later you packed him a bag full of seriously illegal stuff and earned a lot of money. You only trusted it was for the good. You just finished explaining the hunter how to use some of those ingredients and you expected him to thank you and leave, but he didn’t.

“Is there anything else I can help you with?” you asked carefully but he just chuckled and shook his head, like he tried to get some stupid idea out of his mind.

“I thought… I would also take that number if you willing to give.” he said with a disarming smile and just like that, the two of you were giggling again. “Still too cheesy, right?”

“Yeah. Pretty much.” you managed, catching your breath. You thought for a second, watching the anticipation on his handsome face. You then grabbed his receipt, quickly scratching your number on it, smiling coquettishly. “I tell you what, thou. I’m closing up in about 30 minutes and we can get a drink after that.”

His face dropped a little, his shoulders tensing as he looked down at the piece of paper on the counter. His tongue darted out to like on his lips absentmindedly and your heart sank. There we go. You crossed the line and what you took for flirtation was just him being polite. Awesome.

You were ready to back out and crawl into the hole of embarrassment but at that moment the guy straighten up again, snatching the number from the table with a determined move. He looked a lot like he’d just made up him mind.

“I’m sorry, but this is kind of urgent.” he said, pointing at his purchases and giving you and apologetic smile. “But I promise I will call. As soon as am done.”

Well, that was leaving you some hope, at least. And you knew how the hunters was. Saving people, hunting things – it always came first. So you nod your agreement and his face brighten up again. He took his things, rushing to the door, before turning around once more.

“My name is Sam, by the way. I’ll call, I promise.”

“I’m Y/N. And you better do, cause I have a whole bunch of stuff to get back at you if you stand me up.” you grinned and then he was gone.

Yeah. Bad pick-up lines work but only if they said by a proper man.