Summary: Based on Marry Me by Thomas Rhett.

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QOTP: Would you rather marry Sam or Dean?

Word Count: 2084

She wants to get married. She wants it perfect. She wants her grandaddy preaching the service. Yeah, she wants magnolias out in the country. Not too many people, save her daddy some money. Oh, she got it all planned out. Yeah, I can see it all right now.

"Wow," you whispered, crouched over a photo album on the floor, Dean Winchester next to you. His two-year-old brother, Sam, was asleep upstairs.

"That's your mom and dad?" Dean asked, pointing to the photo of your parents on their wedding day. You nodded, recognizing your parents even though the photo was taken before either you or Dean were born.

"What are you doing?" Bobby Singer stood in the doorway to the living room, looking down at you two on the floor. "What book is that?" He walked over to you and leaned over, then spotted the pictures of your parents' wedding and smiled. "I remember that day. Your dad was shaking like a leaf all the way to the reception. He can kill anything without breaking a sweat, but your mom can make him nervous without even trying."

"Do you have any pictures of my mom and dad?" Dean asked, looking up at Bobby, who grabbed another book from his many shelves and settled down with it on the couch. The two of you scrambled to sit next to him. After flipping a few pages, he pointed to a picture.

"That there, son, is your mommy and daddy the day they got married." He looked at the photo, remembering, while you and Dean studied it in awe. Finally, he stood, leaving the album open on the couch. "I better go check on Sam."

A few minutes after he was gone, you took your eyes away from the picture and looked at Dean. "I'm gonna look like Cinderella at my wedding."

"You can't get married until you're older," Dean replies simply.

You rolled your eyes. "I know that, stupid. But when I do, I'm gonna wear a ball gown and look like Cinderella."

Dean looked at his dad in the picture. "Well, I don't think I have a choice on what I wear 'cause all the suits look the same."

"That's 'cause weddings aren't about the boy, stupid. They're about the girl, and she makes all the decisions." You began to explain to him the venue, the food, the color scheme, and the flowers you wanted at your wedding.

I'll wear my black suit, black tie, hide out in the back. I'll do a strong shot of whiskey straight out the flask. I'll try to make it through without crying, so nobody sees. Yeah, she wanna get married.

"You doin' alright?" Dean asks over the phone. You call each other weekly, just so you don't lose touch. That was one of the things you were afraid of when you decided to leave the hunter life and pursue a normal career.

"I'm great," you reply, the news you want to tell him just on the surface, because you're not sure if you should. You told Sam last week with no problem, but it's harder to tell Dean.

"You don't have news you'd like to share?" he asks, waiting for you mention it.

You hesitate. "No."

"Sam told me, Y/N/N."

"Okay, okay, I met a guy. So what?"

"So what?!" Dean shouts. "This is a big deal!"

"Not that big a deal," you reply, shrugging even though he can't see you. "You meet girls all the time, doesn't mean they last."

"The way I meet girls is very different from the way you met this guy, at least from what Sam told me." As you tell him all about the guy you met, he laughs and makes jokes, but it's hard to ignore the pain in chest.

But she don't wanna marry me.

"I want you both on speaker phone," you say as soon as Dean answers. It's been a year and a half since you told them about meeting that guy, and there has been updates in the calls in between, but none as big as this. "[Name] and I are engaged."

"What?!" A wide grin immediately grows on Sam's face, and you can hear the excitement in his voice. "Y/N/N, this is great!"

Dean is still staring at the table, processing everything. Finally, Sam nudges him as you tell them about how [Name] proposed. Dean, not hearing a word, simply says, "Congrats, Y/N," and that's all he can manage. Once the call is over, he heads to bed, mumbling to Sam about where he's going. It's only nine thirty in Kansas.

I remember the night when I almost kissed her. Yeah, I kinda freaked out; we'd been friends for forever. And I always wondered if she felt the same way.

John had hung up the phone, having just talked to Sam, who was back at the motel doing research. "He says it's a ghoul. We attack its head - bullets, heavy blows, decapitation. Got it?" You and Dean nodded in response.

When you went in to attack the ghoul, there turned out to be three. One jumped on you in an instant, knocking the machete out of your hand. You heard Dean shout your name and a gunshot, but you focused on fighting the monster off until Dean decapitated it. You shoved it off you and took Dean's hand, standing. "You alright?" he asked.

"Be prepared next time, Y/N, unless you wanna get yourself killed," John said. "Your parents would kill me if anything happened to you." You nodded in response as Dean lead you to the car, John staying behind to clean up. Dean helped you into the backseat and sat next to you.

"I thought I lost you - I mean, we, as in... me and Dad. And Sam." Dean quickly corrected himself, his cheeks turning crimson. You laughed, causing him to nervously smile. "The point is, I thought you were dead, so just... try not to do that again. Because it scared the crap out of me."

"Oh, I know. I heard you," you said, smirking, then mimicking his scream when you got jumped. "Y/N! Y/N!"

"I don't sound like that."

You continued, ignoring him. "I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU, Y/N! YOU CAN'T DIE!" To your surprise, instead of retaliating, he went silent and looked down at the seat between you. Your brows furrowed and you became concerned. "What's up, Winchester?"

"Nothing," he mumbled, turning to face the seat in front of him.

You shoved his shoulder. "Come on, Dean. What's wrong? You can tell me anything." He looked at you, but didn't say anything, and you held his gaze, butterflies flying in your stomach. You both kept getting closer, and your heart was pounding; he was going to kiss you.

The car door opened and you jumped apart. "Alright, let's get back to Sam. Y/N, we're meeting your parents at Bobby's; they've got a case they want you on with them."

"Yes, sir," you replied quietly, looking out the window. Dean looked out his own window, but he kept glancing back at you.

When I got the invite, I knew it was too late.

"Speaker phone; it's about the wedding," you say when Dean picks up. He turns it on speaker and you continue. "We've set the date! [Date]. Can you guys make it?"

"We'll clear our calendar," Sam says, glancing at Dean.

Dean sighs, though it's quiet enough that you can't hear. "Can't wait, Y/N/N." He excuses himself; it all just became painfully real.

And I know her daddy's been dreading this day. Oh, but he don't know he ain't the only one giving her away.

"How long do you think it took to convince her dad that this is a good idea?" Sam asks on the way to the venue. Dean shrugs in response, focusing on the road. Sam continues. "I mean, [Name]'s not a hunter, and you know how her dad was; any guy that breathed in her direction got that look from him. Honestly, that look could scare Crowley. You got it a couple times, didn't you?"

"I don't wanna talk about it," Dean replies, pushing the ghost of a memory down as far as possible.

Sam sighs. "Dean, I know this is hard, but you have to accept it; she's marrying [Name]. He makes her happy, and isn't that what you want?"

"What? For her to be happy?"

"Yeah."

"Of course it is." The next part comes out mumbled, but Sam still hears it. "I just want her to be happy with me."

I'll wear my black suit, black tie, hide out in the back. I'll do a strong shot of whiskey straight out the flask. I'll try to make it through without crying so nobody sees. Yeah, she wanna get married. But she don't wanna marry me.

"Alright, let's find a seat," Sam says, searching for two empty chairs amidst the sea of family and friends, some of which he knows, and others he doesn't.

"You go," Dean replies, waving him off. "I'll stand, save seats for everybody else." Sam nods and goes to find a seat, knowing full and well why Dean doesn't want to sit down.

After the bridesmaids and flower girls have walked down the aisle, everyone stands and waits for your entrance. Dean isn't prepared for it.

You see him and smile, your arm linked with your dad's. Dean smiles back, then pulls Bobby's flask out of his jacket pocket as soon as you've passed.

He drains it by the time the ceremony is over.

Bet she got on her dress now, welcoming the guests now. I could try to find her, get it off of my chest now. But I ain't gonna mess it up, so I'll wish her the best now.

At the reception, as soon as you see Sam and Dean, you pull them into a hug. "I haven't seen you in years!"

"Hey, Y/N," Dean smiles, his heart breaking.

"Congratulations," Sam says. "I'm glad at least one of us gets to have one of these." After a few more words are exchanged, Sam leads Dean inside.

Dean immediately finds the open bar in order to refill his flask; he's going to need it for the first dance.

So I'm in my black suit, black tie, hiding out in the back. Doing a strong shot of whiskey straight out the flask. I'll try to make it through without crying so nobody sees. Yeah, she wanna get married.

By the time his flask is half empty, you've danced with your new husband and your dad, and you've started to make your way around the room to talk to people. Dean tries to hide, but you spot him and run over. "Hey, Winchester."

"Hey, Y/N/N. Congrats." He puts on a fake smile, the flask already hidden in his jacket. You go to say something, but he continues. "This is a nice wedding."

"Thanks, I've been planning it for what feels like my entire lifetime," you reply, inciting him to fake a chuckle. You smile, glancing over at Sam, whose talking to some other hunters. "I had a lot of help from your brother, though."

"Yeah, I was there," Dean says, faking another laugh. "You two sounded like nerds when you were talking about flowers."

You shove his shoulder. "Oh, shut up. The details are important."

Yeah, she gonna get married.

"You know," Dean says, smiling a little - a real smile, "I remember you planning this whole thing out when we were six."

Your eyes widen and you gasp as you remember. "At Bobby's! I can't believe you remembered that! I wanted Madonna to sing in person and I wanted Bobby to make mac and cheese to serve at the reception-"

"And you wanted a ball gown so you could look like Cinderella," Dean adds.

You laugh. "I was planning on marrying you, you know."

Dean's heart stops for a second, but all you see is the twitch of his eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yeah. At the time, you were the only option, so I decided I was just going to have to settle and deal with you."

But she ain't gonna marry me.

As soon as you walk away, he sneaks out to the Impala to wait for Sam.