getting married in secrete to dean winchester
Like most outlandish ideas, this one bloomed over spilled whiskey at a bar.
It was loud. The ever-amplifying chatter of people blended together with the increased volume of classic rock. If you sniffed a little too hard you’d be able to smell the regret that permeated the room. Bodies collided on the dance floor like tectonic plates.
You and Dean are sequestered in a corner, underneath a soft glowing light. It shines down on him. From your spot across from him, you’re able to see the way the alcohol had tinted his cheeks pink. The rosy hue makes him look so much more beautiful.
He’s fiddling with a straw wrapper absentmindedly. His fingers fold the paper into shapes you couldn’t recognize. But that didn’t matter. He was currently in one of those rare moods that allowed him to let his guard down, lips loose and comfortable.
“Y’know you’re the only girl I’ve ever… been scared of losing?” Though his voice comes out quiet, the booming noise of the building doesn’t drown him out.
Your heart does a little trick in your chest. It fills with a mixture of admiration and slight confusion. Dean was known to get a little sappy when he was drunk. Usually, those moments didn’t consist of talking points for a heart-to-heart. But this one does.
The chill of the glass seeps into your skin. Condensation trickles down the sides, dampening your fingers. You set it down and turn your full attention to him.
“Never had anyone like you, sweetheart.” He hums low in his throat. “Wanna keep you forever.”
A soft laugh leaves your lips. The alcohol makes you feel weightless but his words make you feel like you’re flying. “Forever?”
Dean looks into your eyes, viridian irises glowing beneath the light. A big grin spreads across his face, a little crooked because of his intoxicated state.
“Why don’t we just get married?”
The hustle and bustle of the bar comes to a complete stop.
Your pulse skips as the breath in your lungs gets stuck. Those were words you’d never expect the mighty Dean Winchester to say.
With wide eyes, you gape at him. Not even sure what to say next—or if you could say anything.
His grin doesn’t falter. “C’mon, baby. Been together f’so long. There’s a sparkle in his eyes that tell you he’s thought of this before. “Saw a little chapel down the road.”
“Dean—“
“Just say yes.” He grins, perfect smile on display. “Nobody’ll know.”
It’s only then do you see what he was making. The paper straw had been folded to resemble a ring. Dean’s warm hand gently touches yours, looking up at you for your response. The paper ring settles frozen at your ring finger.
Were you really going to consider this?
Sneaking away into a chapel to get married? In the Dead of night?
It’s Dean. Of course you were.
“Yes.” you breathe, laughter bubbling up in your throat. “Okay. Let’s… god, let’s get married!”
“That’s my girl.”
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