Sam was shaking. He couldn't even hide it. His palms were sweaty, he kept loosening his tie, his hands were trembling. He'd made sure everything was perfect for you all morning, of course it had to be. Honestly, Sam needed it to be perfect. What if the wrong flowers came and you decided not to marry him? Dean had rolled his eyes when Sam had voiced that fear, saying something about "easy" and "they're just flowers". But still, Sam was scared. Everyone he knew was here, which wasn't a lot, and here he was standing in front of them, looking like a fool as he waits for you to come down the aisle.

"Would you straighten up, Sammy?"

Dean murmurs, his hands grabbing Sam's shoulders.

"Y-yeah sorry."

Sam chokes, swallowing hard.

"Chill out, dude."

Dean pulls away, standing back at his spot as everyone suddenly stands, turning around in their pews. Sam bites his lip, his eyes filling with tears before he can even see you. And when he does see you, they spill. It took everything in him not to meet you halfway down the damn aisle, how gorgeous you looked. How much he needed your comfort.

Sam's already reaching out for you before you get to him, clinging onto your hands the moment you get close enough and kissing your cheek.

"I missed you, you're beautiful."

He chokes out, wiping his eyes. You smile, fixing his hair gently.

"You missed me? You just saw me this morning."

Sam smiles back, clinging tighter to your hands.

"Yeah well…I was nervous."

"Don't be nervous. Unless you're nervous about Dean eating the whole cake."

You whisper back, watching Sam smile for real.