Winchester Love Pt 9B
Title: Winchester Love Pt 9B Author: myguys_sam_dean Rating: R Characters: Sam/Abby, Dean/Kylee, Bobby Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, they own me! Summary: Written for fanfic100 prompt #49 - Club. They prepare Bobby's house for the wedding.
After supper, they got busy moving furniture to make Bobby's house presentable for a wedding. The furniture in the living room had to be pushed to the side. Then it was all dusted and vacuumed.
Bobby told Sam and Abby that he had taken it upon himself to order a small wedding cake with a silver angel on it. He asked them if that okay, not knowing if Abby would want the angel on the cake, but she did. Sam thanked Bobby for thinking of that because they hadn't.
The wedding was set for 2pm the next afternoon and it was already getting late. "Well," Kylee said as she stood up, "The only items left to move are to swap my bags with Sam's. He'll need to bunk with Dean tonight."
"What?" Dean turned around. "You have to be kidding."
"Nope," Kylee stood her ground. "A groom isn't supposed to see the bride on their wedding day. It's bad luck."
"So we need to stay downstairs until the wedding? The bathrooms are upstairs," Dean went on.
"No, Sam needs to stay downstairs or give us warning if he's going to be anywhere besides your guys' room. Dean and Bobby can go wherever."
"Is this what you want, Abby?" Sam asked her quietly.
"Yeah," Abby replied. "One night away from me won't kill you. We have every night for the rest of our lives."
"It just might kill me," Sam moved closer and whispered in her ear. "I've gotten so used to you being beside me."
Abby just blushed and gave him a kiss. "I'll miss you, too."
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Bobby, Sam, and Dean sat up late in the living room, drinking whiskey and thinking about the day ahead. "I don't believe I have to share a bed with Sammy," Dean griped. "I haven't had to do that since I was like 10."
"I don't relish the idea of sharing a bed with you either, Dean," Sam replied. "You hog all the covers."
"You hog the bed."
"Boys!" Bobby was tired and had had enough of their bickering. "One of you could sleep on the couch."
"Bobby," Dean said," No offense, but have you ever slept on your couch? I think we'll pass."
There was some comfortable silence as the men sipped their whiskey. "As of tomorrow," Bobby broke the silence, "Our little Sammy here will be the only married man in the house. He‘ll be kicked out of our club of bachelors."
Sam started to blush, "At least one of us had to take the plunge."