jo harvelle took one for the team. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} damnrightreo) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} brightlightlogs,@ 2009-12-03 20:33:00 |
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What; Is it still called eloping if you're not leaving the city?
Where; Graceland Wedding Chapel
When; This afternoon sometime
It wasn't like she'd ever had some picture perfect idea of how she'd get married (hell until a few days ago she'd never really put herself and marriage in the same sentence unless it was followed with the words never in a million years) but when several boxes of cutlery showed up at the house and was stacked next to the books that had chapters devoted to chair covers and china patterns and her hand now adorned with the ring Dean had given her it was instant in her mind that that was not the way she wanted to get married. She never would be a big white dress and people staring at her all day kind of girl and her and Dean would never be "wedding" people. So when he brought up the idea of just going and getting married and after determining that he was a) serious and b) okay with doing it while all the craziness of Ruby putting Sam through the ringer was occurring she was more than happy to go along. And they certainly were in the right place to get married in an hour.
She knew it was stupid and lame but that hour was nothing but nerves and butterflies in her stomach. While she'd never really been that certain of anything in her life like she was certain about Dean being the one she wanted to be with for the rest of her life she was still getting married. And it was a weird, big, scary thing. She managed in that hour of being a complete nervous wreck that had her at one point practically hyperventilating in the change room at the thought she was about to be someone's wife (and not just someone, Dean's at that) to track down her actual id (she hadn't seen in it weeks but she had more than enough fakes that looking for it till that point had always seemed more of a hassle than anything), find a simple but nice dress, a pair of heels to go with it, and a ring (that she could only hope would fit as her eyeballing and trying to determine what size Dean's ring finger could possibly be was probably not going to be the most accurate way to pick out a ring), packed a bag and booked them some horribly expensive suite at the Bellagio.
Her hands shook as she touched up her make up in her car and she couldn't help but grin to herself as the reality of the whole situation started to weigh in on her. She tossed her small make up kit onto her bag on the passenger seat and slid Dean's ring on her thumb for lack of any pockets to put it into and headed into the chapel, actually a little shocked that she had managed to beat him there. She wandered over to the wall that was cluttered with photos of people who had gotten married there over the years, smirking a little as she spotted the section devoted to Jon Bon Jovi.