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Mary - I Now Pronounce You ...
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: I Now Pronounce You …
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: John Winchester/Mary Winchester, Dean Winchester/Lisa Braedan, Castiel
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kissbingo Prompt: Type: Letter (xoxo)
Content Warning: Spoilers for Season 5.
Summary: Every girl in the world imagines their wedding day—even daughters of hunters who assume they’re never going to see it.
Author’s Note: Written forspirited_lizard for spn_hetexchange. It’s a pinch hit so I tried to toss in two of the requested pairings. I actually really like how this came out.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Eric Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Every girl in the world imagines their wedding day—even daughters of hunters who assume they’re never going to see it.
For Mary, it was one of the things that would keep her holding on to what she wanted for herself. If she wanted the normal life, she needed to imagine all the aspects, even the little ones. A big fancy wedding probably wouldn’t be as important in the grand scheme of things, so long as she married the right guy, but it still didn’t stop her from dreaming of one. The big church with, flowers everywhere, all her friends and family—living or dead. And then, at the front of the church, waiting for her to walk down the aisle in her long white dress, was the man of her dreams. When she was younger, it was just an anonymous good looking man, maybe her current crush, but as she got older, it was all about John.
He would stand there, waiting at the end of the aisle in his tuxedo. Her father would walk her down the aisle, and her mother would cry, but everyone would be happy. For one brief, absolute moment, the Campbells would have more to hold them together than hunting and the family business. They would be giving Mary away, but in the end, they would also be starting another chapter in their history. One that wasn’t plagued with demons and monsters—they could just be people. Her children wouldn’t have to spend their childhoods being afraid of the dark. They could grow up in the ignorance that the rest of the world had—that was all she really wanted.
Her actual wedding was much different.
Her father wasn’t there to walk her down the aisle. Her mother wasn’t there to tell her that she looked beautiful. The demon had taken all of it away from her, and she would never be able to get that back. But she still had John. She had John and her white dress, and that was what was important.
She stomach was full of butterflies, bouncing against the walls on steel tipped wings. She wasn’t nervous about her choice. That was the furthest from the truth. She was more certain than ever that her future was with John. She had made a deal with the devil to keep him with her, and she’d be damned if she wasn’t going to solidify that. The nerves were normal as far as she was told. Every bride got cold feet. It was just a matter of pushing through it, and getting to the front of that church.
She barely paid attention to the minister when he spoke, just waiting for the vows and for everything to be made official. As soon as she was Mrs. John Winchester, she was going to let her take him home, husband and wife, to start their new life together. To start Mary’s new life, her real life. Today was the first day of her life, and she couldn’t have been happier.
“Do you, John Winchester, take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife, to have and to hold, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?”
John’s hand was in hers, and he gave it a slight squeeze before responding. “I do.”
“Do you, Mary Campbell, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?”
She squeezed his hand back, not taking her eyes off his for a second. “I do.”
“I now pronounce you man and wife.” The minister closed the book with a soft smile. “You may now kiss the bride.”
John’s smile as he leaned in to kiss her was an image that she would never forget. She couldn’t remember ever being happier, and she hoped that it would only get better from there.
***
Mary had written letters to her boys on the day they were born meant for their wedding days.
They both burned in the fire when she did, all memories of her getting erased. Sam was lucky if he remembered more of her than her hair color and Dean—well, Dean probably hoped he could forget. It would have been easier to let her go that way, but with John and the way he took it, he was never going to be able to do that. Everything John did in her name, all that weight he put on her boys, Dean especially—she never wanted that for her children. She never wanted them to be afraid of the dark.
Castiel found her in Heaven months after Sam’s death. The angels had been keeping her isolated, preventing her from getting to her boys in case they happened to die and find their way to anyone. She had at least hoped that she would get John when it was all over, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Instead, she was just forced to relive her happy memories over and over again until she thought she might scream. Until the angel came.
He wasn’t offering her solace, and he wasn’t offering her husband. He came to tell her that her son was dead, but he wouldn’t be joining her. He had died protecting the world from Lucifer himself, and while she couldn’t help but feel fiercely proud that her sons had spat in the angels faces and seen them for the bastards they were, it broke her heart that she couldn’t at least welcome Sam home when it was all over. She wanted to hold her boy. He had earned at least that much. She mourned what they both had lost, what her choices had done, and the fact that Sam wasn’t getting his own happy ending. In fact, it shattered what was left of her heart.
To his credit, Castiel didn’t bother to try and make her feel better. She wasn’t sure if it was because he knew that she would tear him apart, or if he just didn’t have the capacity to understand how to. Either way, he let her go through her moment, but he didn’t leave either, just standing there and watching her. That in and of itself was slightly more unnerving, and she turned on him with the combined fury of a hunter and mother. She was aware of who Castiel was and what he had done for her sons, but now wasn’t when she wanted to have the ‘getting to know you’ moment.
“Why are you still here?”
“I have more news,” he replied simply. “Dean is getting married.”
“What?” There was such a large gap of emotions between the two pieces of information, and Mary wasn’t sure how to process it. But she did recognize it as good. In fact, it was really, really good. “When?”
“Shortly,” Castiel said. “I was invited. I was wondering if you would like to accompany me.”
Mary was starting to feel like a broken record. “What?”
“Not as yourself,” he explained. “He won’t know it’s you—that’s breaking too many of the rules. But it would mean something to Dean, whether he knows it or not. I feel as though he’s owed that much.”
She wasn’t sure how that logic was supposed to work, but when given the option of staying in Heaven and imagining what her son’s wedding was like as oppose to actually seeing it, the choice was obvious. “When do we leave?”
The ceremony itself was small, far smaller than she would have liked it to be if she’d had a say. Castiel and a man she assumed was Bobby Singer on the groom’s side, with Lisa’s parents, her son, and a few of her friends on the bride’s. Mary was sitting in the back on the groom’s side, disguised as a local churchwoman who was getting in her evening prayers. The minister had tried asking her to come back later, but she promised not to disturb them, and besides—they probably needed all the witnesses they could get. It was mostly meant as a joke, and it was enough to get him off her case and leave her be. After years of not having to think about a thing, she was glad that her thinking on the fly wasn’t too rusty.
Lisa was beautiful, standing there in her white dress with Dean’s hands laced in hers, but Mary’s eyes stayed on her son the whole time. Her beautiful, handsome boy—the world had screwed him before he was even born, but there he was, still standing and moving on. Dean was the last Winchester standing, and while Mary knew that it wasn’t truly fair, not really, on some level it was right. Dean had spent his whole life taking care of all of them—even her. It was high time that he found someone that would take care of him as well.
“Do you, Dean Winchester, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?”
“I do.”
“Do you, Lisa Braedan, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?”
“I do.”
“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
She didn’t even realize she was crying until one of the tears dropped from her chin to her hands that were clasped in front of her. Her hand came up quickly, trying to brush the tears away, not wanting to seem like an overly sentimental old woman, even if that was what she was. She waited for the minister to finish up the ceremony and even though she knew she shouldn’t, she slowly made her way to the back of the church, where the happy couple were receiving guests. She knew that Castiel had told her not to call too much attention to herself, but she wasn’t going to not congratulate his son on his wedding day.
She reached Lisa first, and she looked concerned as she took Mary’s hand in hers. “Mrs. McKenzie, are you alright?”
“What?” Mary was startled at first by the different name, but then she remembered what she looked like. “Oh, no—I always cry at weddings,” she chuckled, before giving Lisa’s hand a squeeze. “Just me being a sentimental old bat.”
Lisa chuckled before nodding. “I’m glad you stayed.”
“Me too,” she said softly. Her eyes wandered over to Dean for a moment, before moving back to Lisa. “You’re a very lucky girl. You’ll be very happy.”
“I hope so,” Lisa replied, with a nod. As soon as she let Mary’s hand go, she took a small step to the left and looked up at her son, her sweet boy. Looking at him up close, she could see what this war had done to him, what she had done to him, and it broke her heart. But he was getting a happy ending in the end, and that was good enough for her, even if it wasn’t perfect. She reached over and took his hand, and he gave her a small, friendly smile.
“Personally, ma’am, I think I’m the lucky one.”
She just looked up at him, her eyes meeting his as one hand came up to rest on his cheek gently before she even realized what she was doing. There was something Dean recognized in that gesture, and his eyes changed as he looked at her, as though he was searching for something. She just gave his hand a squeeze before pulling away with a small smile.
“Pretty sure she got lucky too.”
She gave them one last congratulations, before rounding the corner of the church. She could hear them talking over her shoulder, low and hushed but still loud enough for her to hear.
“Who was that again?”
“Mrs. McKenzie.” Lisa sounded honestly confused. “Someone must have adjusted her medication, because that’s the most pleasant I’ve seen her in years.”
She closed her eyes with a bit of a laugh—of course the angel would make her the crabbiest lady in the congregation. She stopped on the far side of the church, leaning back to rest against the cement wall of the building, trying to catch her breath until she remembered that she didn’t have to breathe—not anymore. She still scooped up deep breaths of oxygen into underused lungs and waited for Castiel to return to take her back to Heaven.
It was five minutes before he landed beside her in a flutter of wings. He reached out to put his hand on her shoulder, and she looked over at him with an alarmed look, her hand fisting the side of his trench coat gently. “Tell me something. Does she love him?” It was odd and selfish—she didn’t care if Dean loved her or not. She trusted her son and hoped that he wouldn’t do something like this unless he did. But she needed to know that Lisa would take care of her son.
“Yes. I believe she does.”
Mary let go slowly, before nodding and letting him take her away. “Good.”
Title: I Now Pronounce You …
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13
Characters: John Winchester/Mary Winchester, Dean Winchester/Lisa Braedan, Castiel
kissbingo Prompt: Type: Letter (xoxo)Content Warning: Spoilers for Season 5.
Summary: Every girl in the world imagines their wedding day—even daughters of hunters who assume they’re never going to see it.
Author’s Note: Written for
spirited_lizard for spn_hetexchange. It’s a pinch hit so I tried to toss in two of the requested pairings. I actually really like how this came out.Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Eric Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Every girl in the world imagines their wedding day—even daughters of hunters who assume they’re never going to see it.
For Mary, it was one of the things that would keep her holding on to what she wanted for herself. If she wanted the normal life, she needed to imagine all the aspects, even the little ones. A big fancy wedding probably wouldn’t be as important in the grand scheme of things, so long as she married the right guy, but it still didn’t stop her from dreaming of one. The big church with, flowers everywhere, all her friends and family—living or dead. And then, at the front of the church, waiting for her to walk down the aisle in her long white dress, was the man of her dreams. When she was younger, it was just an anonymous good looking man, maybe her current crush, but as she got older, it was all about John.
He would stand there, waiting at the end of the aisle in his tuxedo. Her father would walk her down the aisle, and her mother would cry, but everyone would be happy. For one brief, absolute moment, the Campbells would have more to hold them together than hunting and the family business. They would be giving Mary away, but in the end, they would also be starting another chapter in their history. One that wasn’t plagued with demons and monsters—they could just be people. Her children wouldn’t have to spend their childhoods being afraid of the dark. They could grow up in the ignorance that the rest of the world had—that was all she really wanted.
Her actual wedding was much different.
Her father wasn’t there to walk her down the aisle. Her mother wasn’t there to tell her that she looked beautiful. The demon had taken all of it away from her, and she would never be able to get that back. But she still had John. She had John and her white dress, and that was what was important.
She stomach was full of butterflies, bouncing against the walls on steel tipped wings. She wasn’t nervous about her choice. That was the furthest from the truth. She was more certain than ever that her future was with John. She had made a deal with the devil to keep him with her, and she’d be damned if she wasn’t going to solidify that. The nerves were normal as far as she was told. Every bride got cold feet. It was just a matter of pushing through it, and getting to the front of that church.
She barely paid attention to the minister when he spoke, just waiting for the vows and for everything to be made official. As soon as she was Mrs. John Winchester, she was going to let her take him home, husband and wife, to start their new life together. To start Mary’s new life, her real life. Today was the first day of her life, and she couldn’t have been happier.
“Do you, John Winchester, take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife, to have and to hold, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?”
John’s hand was in hers, and he gave it a slight squeeze before responding. “I do.”
“Do you, Mary Campbell, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?”
She squeezed his hand back, not taking her eyes off his for a second. “I do.”
“I now pronounce you man and wife.” The minister closed the book with a soft smile. “You may now kiss the bride.”
John’s smile as he leaned in to kiss her was an image that she would never forget. She couldn’t remember ever being happier, and she hoped that it would only get better from there.
***
Mary had written letters to her boys on the day they were born meant for their wedding days.
They both burned in the fire when she did, all memories of her getting erased. Sam was lucky if he remembered more of her than her hair color and Dean—well, Dean probably hoped he could forget. It would have been easier to let her go that way, but with John and the way he took it, he was never going to be able to do that. Everything John did in her name, all that weight he put on her boys, Dean especially—she never wanted that for her children. She never wanted them to be afraid of the dark.
Castiel found her in Heaven months after Sam’s death. The angels had been keeping her isolated, preventing her from getting to her boys in case they happened to die and find their way to anyone. She had at least hoped that she would get John when it was all over, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Instead, she was just forced to relive her happy memories over and over again until she thought she might scream. Until the angel came.
He wasn’t offering her solace, and he wasn’t offering her husband. He came to tell her that her son was dead, but he wouldn’t be joining her. He had died protecting the world from Lucifer himself, and while she couldn’t help but feel fiercely proud that her sons had spat in the angels faces and seen them for the bastards they were, it broke her heart that she couldn’t at least welcome Sam home when it was all over. She wanted to hold her boy. He had earned at least that much. She mourned what they both had lost, what her choices had done, and the fact that Sam wasn’t getting his own happy ending. In fact, it shattered what was left of her heart.
To his credit, Castiel didn’t bother to try and make her feel better. She wasn’t sure if it was because he knew that she would tear him apart, or if he just didn’t have the capacity to understand how to. Either way, he let her go through her moment, but he didn’t leave either, just standing there and watching her. That in and of itself was slightly more unnerving, and she turned on him with the combined fury of a hunter and mother. She was aware of who Castiel was and what he had done for her sons, but now wasn’t when she wanted to have the ‘getting to know you’ moment.
“Why are you still here?”
“I have more news,” he replied simply. “Dean is getting married.”
“What?” There was such a large gap of emotions between the two pieces of information, and Mary wasn’t sure how to process it. But she did recognize it as good. In fact, it was really, really good. “When?”
“Shortly,” Castiel said. “I was invited. I was wondering if you would like to accompany me.”
Mary was starting to feel like a broken record. “What?”
“Not as yourself,” he explained. “He won’t know it’s you—that’s breaking too many of the rules. But it would mean something to Dean, whether he knows it or not. I feel as though he’s owed that much.”
She wasn’t sure how that logic was supposed to work, but when given the option of staying in Heaven and imagining what her son’s wedding was like as oppose to actually seeing it, the choice was obvious. “When do we leave?”
The ceremony itself was small, far smaller than she would have liked it to be if she’d had a say. Castiel and a man she assumed was Bobby Singer on the groom’s side, with Lisa’s parents, her son, and a few of her friends on the bride’s. Mary was sitting in the back on the groom’s side, disguised as a local churchwoman who was getting in her evening prayers. The minister had tried asking her to come back later, but she promised not to disturb them, and besides—they probably needed all the witnesses they could get. It was mostly meant as a joke, and it was enough to get him off her case and leave her be. After years of not having to think about a thing, she was glad that her thinking on the fly wasn’t too rusty.
Lisa was beautiful, standing there in her white dress with Dean’s hands laced in hers, but Mary’s eyes stayed on her son the whole time. Her beautiful, handsome boy—the world had screwed him before he was even born, but there he was, still standing and moving on. Dean was the last Winchester standing, and while Mary knew that it wasn’t truly fair, not really, on some level it was right. Dean had spent his whole life taking care of all of them—even her. It was high time that he found someone that would take care of him as well.
“Do you, Dean Winchester, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?”
“I do.”
“Do you, Lisa Braedan, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?”
“I do.”
“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
She didn’t even realize she was crying until one of the tears dropped from her chin to her hands that were clasped in front of her. Her hand came up quickly, trying to brush the tears away, not wanting to seem like an overly sentimental old woman, even if that was what she was. She waited for the minister to finish up the ceremony and even though she knew she shouldn’t, she slowly made her way to the back of the church, where the happy couple were receiving guests. She knew that Castiel had told her not to call too much attention to herself, but she wasn’t going to not congratulate his son on his wedding day.
She reached Lisa first, and she looked concerned as she took Mary’s hand in hers. “Mrs. McKenzie, are you alright?”
“What?” Mary was startled at first by the different name, but then she remembered what she looked like. “Oh, no—I always cry at weddings,” she chuckled, before giving Lisa’s hand a squeeze. “Just me being a sentimental old bat.”
Lisa chuckled before nodding. “I’m glad you stayed.”
“Me too,” she said softly. Her eyes wandered over to Dean for a moment, before moving back to Lisa. “You’re a very lucky girl. You’ll be very happy.”
“I hope so,” Lisa replied, with a nod. As soon as she let Mary’s hand go, she took a small step to the left and looked up at her son, her sweet boy. Looking at him up close, she could see what this war had done to him, what she had done to him, and it broke her heart. But he was getting a happy ending in the end, and that was good enough for her, even if it wasn’t perfect. She reached over and took his hand, and he gave her a small, friendly smile.
“Personally, ma’am, I think I’m the lucky one.”
She just looked up at him, her eyes meeting his as one hand came up to rest on his cheek gently before she even realized what she was doing. There was something Dean recognized in that gesture, and his eyes changed as he looked at her, as though he was searching for something. She just gave his hand a squeeze before pulling away with a small smile.
“Pretty sure she got lucky too.”
She gave them one last congratulations, before rounding the corner of the church. She could hear them talking over her shoulder, low and hushed but still loud enough for her to hear.
“Who was that again?”
“Mrs. McKenzie.” Lisa sounded honestly confused. “Someone must have adjusted her medication, because that’s the most pleasant I’ve seen her in years.”
She closed her eyes with a bit of a laugh—of course the angel would make her the crabbiest lady in the congregation. She stopped on the far side of the church, leaning back to rest against the cement wall of the building, trying to catch her breath until she remembered that she didn’t have to breathe—not anymore. She still scooped up deep breaths of oxygen into underused lungs and waited for Castiel to return to take her back to Heaven.
It was five minutes before he landed beside her in a flutter of wings. He reached out to put his hand on her shoulder, and she looked over at him with an alarmed look, her hand fisting the side of his trench coat gently. “Tell me something. Does she love him?” It was odd and selfish—she didn’t care if Dean loved her or not. She trusted her son and hoped that he wouldn’t do something like this unless he did. But she needed to know that Lisa would take care of her son.
“Yes. I believe she does.”
Mary let go slowly, before nodding and letting him take her away. “Good.”
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I've been thinking of writing a lil ficlet but, I'm also kinda of afraid to.
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And you should! If for no other reason than to try.
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Got it! It may take me a while before I stop calling you
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