Winchester Love Part 17B
Title: Winchester Love Part 17B 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 #100-Wedding night. The night of Dean and Kylee's wedding back at Bobby's.
“How are you, my wife?” Dean embraced Kylee as soon as he shut the door.
“So much better than earlier today,” she sank into him. “Thanks for not making me go back to the church.”
“I didn’t care where we got married,” Dean replied. “I just wanted to marry you.”
The stood there for a few minutes. Kylee was still in her gown and Dean was behind her, with his arms wrapped around. Dean felt Kylee relax and he kissed her neck. “Need some help getting out of this beautiful dress?”
“I had such a hard time getting into it,” Kylee told him. “I’d like you to help me get out of it so I can be comfortable instead of so formal.”
“Okay, then,” Dean was examining the back of her dress. “How does this thing work?”
Kylee started to try to reach behind her to undo the fastenings. “No,” Dean shooed her hands away. “I am going to get it off for you. I am going to pamper you and undress you bit by bit.”
“As good as that sounds,” Kylee admitted, “I’m just really tired.”
“I can work with that Kylee. I just want to take care of you.” Dean went back to staring at what was holding Kylee hostage in her dress. “Now what am I looking at here?”
“There is one or two hook and eyes on the top,” she explained. “Then, it should just be a zipper. Be careful not to get the extra material caught in the zipper or we’ll have to get Abby to help us.”
“I can manage it myself,” Dean was defiant as he unhooked the two hook and eyes. He unzipped the dress a little ways. Then, he stopped and helped Kylee get her arms out.
“I should get the light,” Kylee started to move toward the lamp.
“Shh, Kylee. It’s fine,” Dean whispered in her ear. “I want to see my bride.” Kylee sighed and relaxed as Dean rubbed her neck, shoulders, and breasts. Dean had to bring his hand back to Kylee’s zipper and finished opening it. He walked around to the front of her and helped her step over the fluffy pile that her dress had made. Kylee stepped over and directly into a hug.
“Now it’s my turn,” Kylee pushed off Dean’s tux jacket and started to work on his tie. “Thank you for wearing this for me,” Kylee said as she finished the tie and started to work on all the shirt buttons. “You were my perfect groom.”
“I told your family off at the church,’ Dean confessed. “I thought you should know that. I wasn’t polite at all.”
“That’s okay,” Kylee replied, still unbuttoning, “Neither were they.”
“So what did you have for your old, new . . . .you know, that rhyme?”
“Something old was my shoes,” Kylee explained. “I wasn’t going to be breaking in new shoes at my wedding. Something new was my dress-”
“A very gorgeous dress, I might add,” Dean smiled.
Kylee smiled back, “Something blue is my garter. My something borrowed was supposed to be my mother’s pearls, but you can guess how that went.”
“You looked perfect without them,” Dean assured her as he lifted his wrist so she could get the buttons undone. “You obviously didn’t need them.”
Kylee tugged at Dean’s t-shirt and he quickly slipped it off. “I’ve got the rest, honey,” he said as he finished getting undressed.
Kylee gave him a sleepy smile, her eyes full of adoration, “I love you.”
Dean stood back up after finishing, “I love you, too.” Dean helped Kylee out of the rest of her wedding accessories and turned down the sheets. Kylee sat down as Dean started to dig in a bag. He came back with some lotion that smelled just wonderful. “Let me put some of this on you,” Dean promised. “You’ll sleep better.” Kylee just nodded and sat on the bed sheet.
Dean started at her head, taking out all the bobby pins that were holding her updo into place. Then, he ran his fingers through her hair, scrunched it up and gently rubbed her head. He put some lotion on his hands and started on her neck and shoulders. Dean slowly moved her hands down her front and back, methodically rubbing the lotion in, working the knots out. Dean laid Kylee back on the bed and lifted her legs up to the bed. Then, he massaged her legs one by one. When he was done, she was so relaxed. Dean put the lotion on the nightstand and shut off the light. He scooted as close as he could get to Kylee and covered them both up.
“Thank you, Dean,” Kylee sighed. ‘You’re the best husband in the world.”
“Yes, I am,” Dean agreed. “I also have the best wife.”
“Even with the family I have?”
“You didn’t get to pick them,” Dean said. “And the family that you picked to join is a really great one.”
“I’m moving up in the world,” Kylee through her arms around Dean.
“Yes, you have,” Dean kissed her. “I just want to hold you forever and ever.”
“Of course I am,” Abby sighed. “I was only resting, waiting for you.”
Sam wrapped his arms around her, “I’m proud of you for what you did today.”
“I hope Kylee doesn’t regret it later on,” Abby said.
“She shouldn’t,” Sam told her. “If she does start to regret it, we will remind her what it was really like. You took her from the mess that she was in to a nice, intimate wedding by a fireplace. It was a much better place for her than that church.”
“I hope the pictures turned out,” Abby sounded sleepy.
“Considering all that were taken, at least some of them did,” Sam kissed Abby’s cheek. “All the important people were there. If she didn’t know that before, I’m sure she knows that now.”
“I love you, Sam,” Abby laced her fingers through his, with his arm draped over her.
“I love you, too, Abby. Goodnight.” Sam settled into his usual sleeping position with one arm under his pillow and the other around his wife.
***
Bobby laid in bed and thought about the day. He wondered if it would have turned out differently if John had still been alive. Would he have been able to diffuse the church disaster? Would he be proud for what he’d done for Kylee?
After a few minutes, Bobby determined that many things would be different if John was still alive. John affected all those around him when he was alive. Of course he would have been a presence at his son’s wedding. But, Bobby wasn’t sure that John would be proud of Dean’s behavior. He might have considered it just plain disrespectful. Bobby knew that he was proud of Dean, though. Damn proud.