Winchester Love Pt 16A
Title: Winchester Love Part 16A Author: myguys_sam_dean Rating: R Characters: Sam/Abby, Dean/Kylee, Bobby Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, I just wish I did. Summary: Written for fanfic100 prompt#79-When. Dean gets jitters over the wedding.
"What time is it?" Dean asked for the third time.
"Still too early to leave for the church, Dean," Sam was getting frustrated. "Could ya just sit down for a few minutes?"
"I hate this, Sammy," at least Dean stopped pacing to talk to him. "How did you survive the night before your wedding?"
"By spending it with you?" Sam was unsure of the answer Dean wanted.
"Dude. That sounded awful," Dean shot Sam a look. Sam shrugged.
The door to the hotel room opened and Bobby came in with his arms full, "Here are the tuxes, guys. Guess we'd better check 'em over to see if pieces are missing before the big day."
"Why do we have to wear tuxes?" Dean complained to no one in particular. "Sam got to just wear his suit."
"Kylee wanted the tuxes," Sam reminded him. "You told her she could have whatever she wanted."
"Ugh," Dean was disgusted with himself. "I think I need to get some air."
"Go sit or pace on the balcony," Bobby guided him to the door. "I'll make sure your tux is fine."
"Tuxes, rehearsals . . . " Dean's voice was cut off when he shut the sliding glass door.
Sam and Bobby just shook their heads.
***
With the tuxes all okay and a frenzied Dean in tow, they went to the rehearsal. Dean was fidgety, but he didn't start a fight with Richard, which was a blessing. Bobby walked down the aisle with Kylee's younger sister, Hannah. Sam walked down with Kylee's older sister, Anne. Then, Richard and Kylee came down and even though it was practice, it hit dean for the first time what he was actually doing.
He hid his feelings and made it though the rehearsal. Instead of Dean's dream of mud wrestling a stripper, the wedding party went to a nearby grill and bar. Sam noticed that Dean was really slamming the drinks down.
"Mind slowing down?" Sam nudged him.
"I'm allowed to drink."
"No so much, okay?"
Dean kept on.
"What's eating you?" Sam asked.
"When we get back to the hotel," was all Dean said.
Around midnight, they said their goodbyes. Kylee went home with her sisters. Sam and Abby left with Dean and Bobby. They had adjoining rooms at the hotel.
After Abby was asleep, Sam went to Dean and Bobby's room. "Now will you tell me what's up?"
"I can't do it."
"Can't do what? Get married?"
"Yep."
"Dean, you need to stop and think about this."
"I have. I saw Kylee come down the aisle and knew I couldn't live without her. That's why we can't get married."
"What?" even Bobby couldn't get his reasoning.
"Sure, we'll get married, have a couple good years, and then she'll leave me."
"Why would you think that?" Sam felt like he'd missed a connecting part somewhere.
"Because I'll screw it up somehow," Dean was on a roll. "I always do."
"No, you don't."
"How long before I forget her birthday or anniversary and she throws me out?"
"Kylee already knows you are awful at those things," Sam told him. "You live with her, remember? She already knows the things that would make any sane woman run in the other direction."
"Really?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. Really." Bobby agreed. "Go to bed now and get some sleep. You'll probably have something new to freak out about tomorrow before the wedding."
"Oh, I hope not," Dean sighed. "I can't take this."
"That's why it's for a lifetime," Bobby told him.
***
"How's Dean?" Abby asked.
"Just the jitters," Sam replied. "I'm sure he'll be fine."
"What does he have to be jittery about?"
"Who knows?" Sam crawled into bed and snuggled into her.
"Well, he could be getting the father-in-law from hell," Abby brought Richard up. "Richard isn't a very nice man. He wants to control everything, including his family."
"Good luck trying to control Dean," Sam replied. "He must have lost his grip on Kylee some time ago. He definitely doesn't control her. He hates that she's going into automotive in college."
"He should just be proud she's going into something she enjoys."
"That's my thoughts, too," Sam put an arm behind his head. "Apparently, Richard doesn't feel that cars are proper for a lady's line of work."
"That is so last century."
"I know. If you decide to go back to school, I'll just tell ya to go for it as long as it's something you enjoy."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence, hon," Abby gave him a peck. "But I think I'll stay at the drugstore. I like it there."