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

[likedillinger]

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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[littledhampir]

[ She manages to cling to that cold indifference right up until they disappear from sight. Rose’s only response the closing of her eyes as the light that had filled her only moments ago, sputters out if existence. It wasn’t often that she allowed herself hope. That she ever wanted something so badly that she needed it to happen but for her and Dean. For Sam and Alainn. She’d wanted this. For them to have one day that they could look back on without the stain of Hell upon it. It had mattered to her. It was one of the few, purely selfish things that had really mattered to her and they couldn’t even have that.

If that were all of it then maybe she could have walked away from this feeling in tact in some way, but it was never that simple. Never that easy and it’s almost painful to see the way the oppressive weight she’d managed to shed for just a short while this night, returns with a vengeance. Her shoulders dropping as her fingers curl in towards her palm. Leaving crescent shaped marks as she uses the physical pain to keep her from sinking. (Str 16)]

Let’s go. [ Her words sounding hollow as with a final shake of her head at everything, she forces herself to look away from the spot where Elena and Sam had just been. ]

[ohballs]

[ Bobby stares at that singed circle for several moments after the two figures disappear, his face unreadable. Lifting a hand, he rubs it tiredly over his face, needing a moment to compose himself.

When he'd come to this city on what he thought was a wild goose chase, he hadn't expected to find this.

But after a moment, he turns back around to solemnly face the wedding party. His gaze rests on Rose for a moment, taking in her posture and expression and a flicker of understanding sympathy crosses his face before he glances at Dean, taking in his state with the same quiet assessment. Sam gets a sideways glance but also a hand on his shoulder, Bobby giving the younger brother a gentle squeeze as he huffs out a deep, tired breath. ]

Yeah. We should go. I think we all have a lot to talk about.

[attollores]

[Alainn slips her gun back in her pocket, scanning the parking lot to be sure there hadn't been any witnesses they needed to field (spot 20 not natural). Her eyes skate back to Rose, lingering on her friends tired, emotionally ravaged face, an inscrutable expression on her own, before looking at the three men of the group. She had rarely felt at such a loss for words, rarely felt like there was literally nothing she could do in order to help, in any way. Now was one of those rare times. Whereas before there was always some kind of action that could be taken, answers that could be found... What did you do when you were literally up against Hell?

Though she had no Divine power of her own, nothing to counter the unholiness they had just been witness to, that wouldn't stop her from trying. It sure as hell wouldn't stop her from being there for her friends.]

Aye, let's make a stop at that liquor store down the road a ways. I'm feeling a wee bit parched suddenly.

[likedillinger]

[ dean seems almost rooted in place, staring at the ground where his once-brother just disappeared into thin air, clearly leaving him haunted by absolutely everything about how that went down. his knife is still held tightly in his fist, knuckles white at the grip that he's nursing on its handle. he finally shifts, his eyes traveling down to lock on the blade, before he finally manages to look over between bobby and rose. ]

Looks like the honeymoon is over. [ there's a lot packed into that, and his gaze holds rose, full of something midway between an apology and a shared understanding. ] Come on.