Supernatural (Sam Winchester x Female!Reader)

Epilogue Part 4: My Angel

So This Is Love (Warning: very long)
(Name) had spend the night at Dean and (RJ's y/n's) new place, that they had gotten together. She and Sam wanted the full wedding experience, this included not seeing each other until they're at the altar.

Dean was cooking eggs in the kitchen, holding up his arms and the pan as (RJ's y/n) ducks under him to slip on by. "Is the bride up yet?" Dean asked. "Yeah, I saw her just a moment ago." (RJ's y/n) replied, pouring a cup of coffee.

Dean smirks, shaking his head. "What?" (RJ's y/n) asked. "It just... Sammy getting married. I thought if it were to happen, I'd probably be dead by then. Dying on a hunt. Never dreamed I actually get to see it." Dean explained.

(RJ's y/n) gives a sympathetic smile and walks over to Dean, wrapping her arms around his waist to hug him from behind. "Well I'm glad you were wrong." She said, squeezing him and Dean smiles. "Yeah, me too." He muttered and (RJ's y/n) kisses him on the cheek.

(Name) then enters the kitchen, looking a little sick to her stomach. "Whoa! You okay, (Name)? You don't look so good." Dean said. "I think my stomach is trying to eat itself." (Name) mumbled, placing her hand over her stomach.

(RJ's y/n) slips away from Dean, grabbing her friend's arm and guiding her over to the table. "It's okay, it's okay. You just got the jitters. It's perfectly normal on your wedding day." (RJ's y/n) said, making (Name) sit down in a chair.

"Really?" (Name) asked. "Yeah. I've had a couple friends who've gotten married and I help all of them through it. I'm practically a pro at this." (RJ's y/n) said, confidently.

"Well, then you got your work cut out for you, sweetheart. (Name) is the poster girl of nervous wrecks." Dean warned her. "Pshhh." (RJ's y/n) said, waving her hand, vaguely. "Please I can handle her. I've read the books, remember?" She said, and Dean held up his hands like, 'have it your way'.

"All right, (Name). Just take some deep breaths." (RJ's y/n) said, walking over to the coffee pot to pour another mug. (Name) took in a deep big breath, letting it out slowly.

"See? Don't you feel better already?" (RJ's y/n) asked, coming back over. "Not really." (Name) muttered. "Well then here. Drink something, to wake you up." (RJ's y/n) said, handing her the mug.

(Name) sniffs it and (RJ's y/n) smiles encouragingly. (Name) places her lips to the mug and ends up drinking the entire thing in one gulp. (RJ's y/n) drop her smile as she stares at her, astounded.

"And I thought I liked coffee." Dean said, looking equally surprise that she didn't burn her mouth. "It didn't help." (Name) mumbled, looking down at her empty mug sadly. "Oh boy." (RJ's y/n) muttered, feeling like she's in way over her head here.

Hours later at the wedding venue, the guests were beginning to arrive. Sam was dressed in his tux, making last minute checks of everything in the dining hall when Dean walks in, wearing his own tux and bowtie. "I hate this thing." He grumbled and Sam scoffs. "It's not that bad, Dean." He said.

"I look ridiculous!" Dean said, spreading his arms. "You mean more so than usual?" Sam asked, and Dean scowls at him. "Hilarious." He said, sarcastically.

"How's (Name)?" Sam asked. "You remember how skittish she was during your first date?" Dean asked. "Yeah." Sam replied, nodding. "Worse than that." Dean said, and Sam looks concerned by this.

"Maybe I should go talk to her." He said, heading for the exit but Dean stops him. "Hey, you guys agree to not see each other until you're at the altar remember?" Dean reminded him.

"Yeah, but...." Sam tried to say, while pointing towards the double doors. "(RJ's y/n) got her." Dean reassured him, throwing an arm around Sam and guiding him away. "I'd say she's in good hands." Dean added.