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new orleans ♔ and you were the light that brought me back

War of Hearts - Russell Taylor

WHO ||Dean, Rose, Sam, Alainn [closed]
WHAT || Dean & Rose spontaneously tie the knot
WHERE || The French Quarter 24/7 Wedding Chapel, New Orleans
WHEN || A couple weeks post LA, after the Rafael rescue (2017)
HOW || Actionspam (single thread)

[ No one probably ever thought this day would come, probably least of all the bride and groom.

But a surprise proposal (of sorts) from Rose has led them both here, as the clock clicks close to midnight, to one of the only 24/7 wedding chapels there is, conveniently located right here in New Orleans, where they happened to make the decision. Neither one of them seems to want a big wedding, so much as they just want to get married already, although everyone is a little concerned that Dean is going to develop cold feet as the time draws nearer. With a nat 20 will save though, he's actually eerily calm about the whole thing as Sam drives him to the place and they fill out the paperwork, while Alainn gets Rose ready in a nearby room. Dean takes a moment to slip the guy running the place some cash money under the table not to put their name up on the public registry that they keep on their website, to at least not flagrantly advertise their location. By the time anyone traces them here from the actual signing of documents, they should be long gone. Once all that's done, Dean and Sam have a few moments alone while they go to process everything, and he steps into the chapel room, walking slowly down the aisle with his hands shoved in the pockets of the suit that Alainn picked up for him and Sam talked him into actually wearing, studying the kooky decor with a pensive look on his face. ]

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[He isn't sure what Dean's about to do either, not until his brother embraces their father figure.

Sam is probably the least against all this hugging, so he goes perfectly willing into the old-school family hug as Bobby drags him into it. His arms go around the both of them, his eyes downcast as he tries to keep it together.

After a long moment, he pulls back, his smile weepy but happy as he looks at Dean.]

Well, this is one hell of a wedding present. [He claps both of them on the back, releasing them and looking at Bobby.] Let's head back to where we're staying. We can all talk there.

[ dean is not quite suppressing the tears either, his eyes a little more watery than he'd like as he draws back and glances between the rest, before reaching into the pocket of his suit and... pulling out a silver flask, that he extends to bobby ] Just... gotta be sure.

[ Bobby eyes the flask for a moment. And then eyes Dean. ]

What, not even saving it for the toast? Slacker.

[ He reaches out to take it.

....Even as he pulls his own out from his vest and holds it out to the brothers, his expression serious. ]

I will if you will. Fair's fair, right?

[ And he's still a paranoid sonofabitch. ]

[ This is the face of somebody who has been living this life for too long bc... not only is she not offended but she's actually relieved at not having to be the one to make everyone drink.

She even takes a step closer, like she's ready to do her part, only hesitating for the one member of their group who has yet to fully experience the levels of paranoia that comes with their lives. ]

Holy water. [ Glancing back at Alainn and shrugging like... this is what we do. ]

Fair's fair.

[Whatever they gotta do to calm any lingering paranoia. It'll make everyone feel better, right?

He'll take the flask that Bobby holds out first, taking a quick swig out of it and handing it over to Dean.]

[Alainn won't hesitate to take the flask when it's passed her way, taking a deep swig as well. She doesn't even blink at all the paranoia flying around them. It's fine. This is all fine.]

Bottoms up.

[ dean takes it back from alainn to complete the circle, but lifts it up and locks eyes on bobby, noticing that he hasn't drank the flask dean gave him yet either, and indicating that he's only lifting his in sync with the old man. presuming he follows suit, he'll take a swig, and then offers it back to swap ]

Satisfied?

[ Bobby matches him, move for move, lifting Dean's flask to swallow the holy water himself as the younger Hunter does so. Making a face at the taste, he nods as he caps it once more and hands it back. ]

Well enough.

[ There are still things in this world not affected by holy water that are still weird as shit, but their particular brand of bad? This is still reassuring.

As he takes back his own flask and tucks it away in his vest once more, his gaze finally moves away from the brothers to settle on Dean's new bride, giving her a long once-over before his lips quirk into a crooked smile. ]

Considering that didn't even phase you a wink, I take it you been with these two a while now? [ He holds out a hand to her in greeting. ] Sorry 'bout my manners, they're a bit rusty. You can call me Bobby. I'm not sure whether to offer you congratulations or condolences, but you look the sort who knows what you're getting into, so I'll stick with the congratulations.

[ She watches this without apprehension, her shoulders shuddering with relief at how easy this is and it's an affirmation that maybe, not everything in their lives always has to be so hard.

In the space of a heartbeat she slips from observer to the focus and manages not to shrink under the scrutiny. The Dhampir, who has never really cared what anyone thinks of her? Suddenly aching for the approval of another.

A huff of laughter that's more breath than belly spills over, because there are just so many layers to her answer that she can't begin to explain and her gaze skates to Dean, briefly to Sam before she accepts his hand with a grip that is deliberately restrained (Str 10). ]

You think he'd be standing here any other way? [ There'd be time to explain the rest of it, all the awful reasons why the three of them were still a new concept or why she understands this life as well as she does but it didn't matter now, not yet anyway. Not when he'd just come back into the boys lives. ]

It's... really good to get to meet you. [ Emotion threatening to choke her words, because honestly? Until five minutes ago? She hadn't thought this could be possible. ] I'm Rose.

She's been with Dean...longer than I have.

[He realizes that's probably confusing, but it's just a simple fact at this point. Being here has been a long road of complications and craziness, but it led them here so it can't be all that bad, right?]

I realize that probably sounds weird. Not something we should get into too deep here.

It's... complicated. [ just like the question of how bobby is alive and how veil-related those shenanigans are, but sam is making a good (repeated) point. this probably isn't the place for his ten million questions.

still, his heart feels like it grows three sizes at the sight of his wife (???) meeting his pseudo-dad. he manages to keep it together though with a very manly will save, trying to just appreciate the situation and stay focused somehow in the face of this miraculous moment. ] We've got a motel close by. Why don't you come back with us, and we can lay everything out.

[ Bobby gives Rose's hand a squeeze, shaking it in introduction (and probably not realizing she was going out of her way to restrain herself - impressive) but then Sam interjects and brings up the weirdness of any of them being here at all and he huffs out a deep breath and nods, tucking his hands into his pockets. ]

Sounds like a plan. I pulled in every favor I could think of to get here as fast as I could to check into this and didn't make too many plans past that. So I literally rolled into town and came straight here. Wasn't even sure this was gonna play out like I was hoping - figured that was a little too good to be true, ya know?

[ But as he steps back, he glances between Dean and Rose before fixing the new groom with a stern look. ]

You can lay everything out tomorrow. You have a wedding night to take your bride back to, if I'm not mistaken.

[ Is this what people feel like when their parents try to have the sex talk with them? Rose got to skip that with Janine. It was more, don't get pregnant it will ruin your career and don't flirt you look like a whore???

Yeah, you thought Dean's family life was weird. ]

Uhhhh. [ Should she be taking advantage of this?

Instead, she's going to make her first act as is wife to reach out and pat him on the shoulder. ] I'm letting you field that one.

[As she dodges the hell out of the sex talk with not!Dad and starts towards the exit of the church because... as much as she doesn't want to break this party up? If Bobby managed to track them down then anyone could. (Breaking out an unnecessarily OP Nat 20 Listen check and a 30 Spot check as she goes. Just Winchester things.) ]

[ it's a good thing someone is paying attention because the groom in question is a little distracted by the fact that a) he forgot about his honeymoon and b) bobby is calling him out on it. ] ... Good point. I'm sure we can get you a room. Sam's gonna need somewhere to crash anyway--

[ while he's talking, rose hears something before she sees anything, getting to the outer doors of the chapel and hearing a strange wind kicking up outside, a strange sound she can't put her finger on that sends shivers creeping up the back of her neck, each hair standing on end in response. her hand reaches the door, and finds it slightly warm to the touch... but whether she intends to keep pushing it, it goes flying open of its own accord and she finds herself staring into the lot beyond, where two fingers stand about twenty feet out, the slightest of dying flames licking the ground in a circle at their feet that surrounds them both and vanishes into the concrete. ]

[At first, it might be hard to recognize her. After all, during her previous visits, she's done her best to fit in the way she once might have, if only on the most basic of levels. If there were any remaining doubts of what Elena had become, this laid them all to waste.

She's wearing a dark, elaborate gown, her hair intricately tied up. Her skin is pale and perfectly smooth, almost as if it were made of marble. She looks older in an almost ethereal manner, beautiful in a way that makes you want to look away and stare at the same time. Lastly, two horns protrude from beneath her dark hair, blood red in color.

She stands close to the other figure, slightly behind his taller stature, her face impassive if not for the slight lift of one corner of her mouth. She says nothing, giving the group an almost imperceptible tilt of her head, a silent examination of them (intimidate 35), before her eyes skate over toward her companion.

Will saves for everyone, please. :)]

[ here i am - tommee profitt (ft. brooke)

and in the front is a figure who draws rose's immediate attention, if not because there's another version of him just a few feet behind her, still inside the church.

sam 1.0 looks remarkably like the brother she has come to know - they even visibly appear to be around the same age. but the white suited fiend in front of her, devoid of any obvious hellish features like elena sports, but different all the same. it's in his posture, his bearing, and the ancient weight in his eyes, more than anything, that lock onto hers as the door buffets inwards. there's something both unsettling familiar to it and undeniably alien, and it's very difficult to read what kind of emotion sits on his seemingly impassive face. ]

You must be Rose.

[ Bobby had been turning towards the door to walk out with them when the doors blow in and...

Welp. She sure looks like trouble. Gorgeous, but that just means double the trouble in his book. (That sure was only a 25 on his Will Save. He's intimidated. Or as intimidated as he gets She looks scary as shit, he'll give her that, kudos, demon-lady.) Bobby stops short and stares at her, wary and alert for a moment before he finally registers the figure she's standing with.

He stares. And then does a doubletake before glancing back over his shoulder at Sammy behind him.

Only to turn and stare some more. ]

....What in the holy hells...?

[ All night she’s had that feeling. Some would call it paranoia and even she wanted to believe it was exactly that but a part of her had known, even before she’d asked Dean to marry her, that this was exactly what their life was going to look like. There wouldn’t be a moment, good or bad from now until the day they died where they wouldn’t be looking over their shoulder. She’d just hoped… foolishly. Naively, and in the end, pointlessly, that for one night. For one single night in the midst of all the shit they dealt with that they could be those people who got to share a moment in time that wasn’t in some way been tainted by Heaven or Hell.

But that wasn’t the life they got to live anymore and it probably never would be.

Even before the door flies open, Rose is reaching for the weapon strapped to her thigh. The tension that radiates through her body perhaps warning the others before she has a chance to do so and in the end, it’s not shock in her features that greets the Fiends who stand in front of her. There’s no fear, despite how intimidating they are by their mere existence and Elena, you might be the Queen of Hell but there will be no reading her mind today because you two just showed up and tainted her wedding with your bullshit and she is done, with you and your shit. (Will Save Nat 20).

It’s equally hard to read the emotion on her face at first as Rose shifts to block as much of the entry to the church as she can, her eyes locked on the ones that are as familiar as they are foreign as she holds her stake out as a warning that she could, and would use it. It’s the familiarity in that face that makes her think of Sam, their Sam and Rose’s body shifts infinitesimally as if to block the new arrivals view of him as she… declares In Harms Way for him.

It’s only when she speaks that anyone would get a sense of the rage that burns in her blood. Rose’s features twisting with loathing as she spits the words out through gritted teeth. ]

How. Dare you.

[ It’s in that moment that Rose’s body almost seems to begin to glow. A soft, barely perceptible light and it’s moving, traveling towards the stake in her hand, building into a crackling light of energy that dances and crackles along her blade is it begins to glow with pure divine light.

It’s fine. This is fine.]

[He notices Rose's movements first, the moment her hand goes for her stake, he's reaching for his gun. The doors fly open and he can practically smell the fire from here even as it dissipates, his wind-ruffled hair in his eyes before he can quickly shake it out and clear his view.

He barely even notices Elena, honestly. He couldn't beat that intimidate if he tried, so his eyes skate past her fiendish features and settle on, well...

...it's like looking into a mirror. No doubt when he first arrived he looked a lot younger than this one but now...they're almost identical, especially considering the outfits. In the face of his literal evil twin, of all the things he's done in the last couple of years that involve him by proxy, he experiences some brief mental panic, even as he's moving to cover Bobby (will save 16).

The fact that Rose is literally like living electricity in the next moment is what breaks him out of his brief stupor, and he lifts his gun to train on the two fiends, jaw clenched as he mutters over his shoulder.]

Bobby, stay behind me.

[ through the glass - stone sour

dean is fucking stunned for almost a full minute, time seeming to move in slow motion for him as he turns to process what the actual fuck is happening, and his eyes land on sam - his sam, once upon a time - the brother he died for, and the brother who betrayed him and left him broken for years.

he's not entirely immune to the intimidating presence of the fiendish queen behind sam, but he plays it off effectively enough that it's hard to tell he's rattled at all (will save 30 and 25 vs the other effect). but he barely spares her a second glance anyway, as he finally moves at the sound of his brother's voice beside him, reminding him of the stakes, and grounding him enough to find his voice.

where he was keeping it in the suit is difficult to say, but he draws out a wicked looking knife carved with runes that flashes in the light reflecting off rose as he moves up beside her and sam. ]

... Give me one good goddamn reason not to drive this right in your gut, you evil sonuvabitch. [ that voice of his isn't without a deep tremble to it, belying the tough guy act for what it really is: a deep wound that cuts to the core of him, one still laced with anger and resentment and soul-rending heartache after all this time. ] I told you if I ever saw you again, I'd kill you.

Because you can't, Dean. [ even after the uncountable number of years that it has to have been for him, the way the words slips out speaks of an exasperation that sounds, well...

brotherly. ] You're not going to stand there and say you've forgotten about your deal. [ he gives him a Look that is just about as pointed as possible ]

[Elena seems to visibly tense, her muscles going taut at both of their words, though it's her Sam's that makes her look sharply over at him (yeah, she rolled a 3).

She steps up evenly with him, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly. She knows Rose still (wisdom 23) and she knows that that was precisely the wrong thing to say, but there's something in her voice, the way it's said harshly and commanding, a verbal warning, that gives away that she's personally not okay with what he's just said either.]

Sam.

[ there's a slight visible tensing when she says his name, his jaw tightening, although he doesn't look particularly cowed in any way, his eyes still locked on dean's ]

What I mean is this doesn't have to turn violent. And it's better for everyone if it doesn't.

[ He has absolutely no clue what's going on right now - and here he thought he'd be the big surprise wedding crasher, but some people just always gotta have the last word. he hates those kinda people.

...Even if one of them is currently looking like Sam's evil twin. When the first one (second one? Good one? The one not wearing the tacky white suit?) cautions him to get behind him, Bobby just gives a quiet scoff and pulls out a pistol of his own, letting it rest in the crook of his elbow for a moment before he takes a step forward to join the rest of them, easily falling in line.

...And definitely not hiding behind Sam's pantlegs. What does he look like here? Some toddler in need of protecting? He's been hunting longer than both of them combined.

But he's not the one inciting violence, either, although he fixes this other Sam with an intent look (Sense Motive 34) as he tries to get a read on him. Or maybe just what the hell is going on. ]

Seems to me you're the one crashing into a party he wasn't invited to. [ That's just a guess, but considering Dean's reaction... ] So say your piece or be on your way.

[ ...That actually doesn't sound likely in the least, but from reading the reactions of the other three here, this was a bucket full of ripe crap left on their doorstep. It made for careful walking. ]

[ Sam is hardly the first Fiend to make the fatal mistake of thinking that this was a wise argument to make with Rose there and they'd all see it; The anger that flashes in her eyes. The way the divine light crackles and flares as if begging to be unleashed. What Sam at least, may see, is the way that Rose's gaze briefly slides to Dean. A silent assessment of the man she knows better than she knows herself and that, far more than her own will power is the only reason Sam doesn't have a blade protruding from his chest right now. ( Sense Motive 32 / Will Save 28)]

I made no such deal. [ Her tone a deadly reminder that she isn't here to play. (Intimidate 38]

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well shit son

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