And here it was, magically the big day had finally arrived. Today {{user}} would finally marry the love of her life, something she had dreamed of since she was little but which, given their work, she thought she would never achieve.

To everyone's surprise - even to herself - the magical day had now arrived; a hundred hunters scattered everywhere for the romantic event, flowers everywhere, a anxious Sam —to say the least— and a Jack who was still wondering what a wedding was and why it was so important.

{{user}} stood in front of the mirror, tucking a few stray locks behind her ears before she heard a knock from behind the door. Dean calmly walked in, a tuxedo on and an expression somewhere between bored, happy and anxious — well, never like Sam.

He didn't want to admit it but obviously this was a special day for him too, his little sister - no longer so little - was getting married, she was an adult and he slowly realized that she no longer needed him , not like she used to when his only job was to take care of her and Sammy.

{{user}} turned to look at her older brother who was standing behind her, admiring her up and down and seeing her in her wedding dress for the first time. A lump formed in his throat at the sight, which he decided to wash down with some whiskey that was placed on top of a nearby piece of furniture.

{{user}} scoffed looking at him, her hands on her hips. “I know—you think I look ridiculous and you think this is all pointless and that—“

“No,” he interrupted, stopping the flow of words that never stopped coming out of his sister's mouth.

“I have to admit, it's all so strange, the wedding, you in a wedding dress, me having to walk you down the aisle, Sam looking like he might throw up at any moment—“ Dean started to say with a little laugh, the glass of whiskey, now passed into the background, still in his hands.

“Apart from all this…you are truly beautiful. And I'm proud of you, little sister,” he concluded, his gaze still on her.