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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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[ That probably wasn't meant to be the loaded question it inevitably is given... everything and there's a slight raise of her eyebrows. ]

I feel like Hell just gatecrashed our wedding to threaten us.

[ I mean. Put into that perspective she's not really sure she could tell him whether she feels alright or not. ]

You don't think... [ She doesn't assume angelic assistance because frankly, they've never bothered to be useful where they're concerned before so why start now? ] Lissa was a cleric.

[ It seems a little late to be showing any changes as a result of her death but it's the only thing she can come up with that doesn't involve higher powers stepping in and she really doesn't think she's done anything to warrant their attention. ]

But there's nothing going on in your body that feels different?

[She'd bring that up, right?

He furrows his brows at her line of thinking, though.]

Wait, the girl that died a while back? What would she have to do with anything?

Who exactly was she a cleric of? [ this... is an important question ]

Not that I've noticed.

[ Though she seems rather ambivalent to it and it's just as likely she wouldn't notice either way.

Rose at least has the sense to look guilty about Sam's question, surprise quickly giving way to that emotion and she opens her mouth, wanting to give him an answer but not sure where to even begin.

Thank God for Dean... though she's about to regret those words. ]

Of? [ Her face pales, shoulders tense and her grip on his hand tightens and you'd swear she'd rather he'd asked any other question. Instead she looks back to Sam, needing to ease into this one and giving him at least something so he's not eternally in the dark. ]

Because the Castle attack wasn't the first time I died. [ At least Sam had been told that much. ] There was an accident, before I ever came through the veil. A car wreck. Lissa brought me back but... It was kind of complicated.

[ It wouldn't suffice as an explanation and a part of her wanted nothing more than to go into it in excruciating detail now, if only so she didn't have to answer Dean. ]

God. [ Stealing a look at him as she allows that word to hang there. ] Yes. That God.

[ Bobby's head's also been swiveling back and forth between Dean and Rose as he listens, because he also had no idea who this Lissa was or why that might be important - if for different reasons than Sam.

But now he just groans and tips his head back towards the ceiling and stares upwards at nothing in general for a moment as he processes all this. ]

So, the Big Guy upstairs, huh?

[ Since that seemed to be what she was hinting at. Still, there was something else standing out to him here, too. ]

Why are we now talking about dyin' in the plural is what I want to know. When did this become a thing? Can we maybe look to stop makin' it a thing?

Trust me, Bobby. It's come up.

[It's not like any of them die on purpose. Their lives are just hard.

He glances back over at Rose, looking between her and Dean as he speaks.]

Is that what that whole shadowkissed thing was about?

[After all, she was having him look up things about complications from a resurrection. Seems to fit perfectly, honestly.

He nat 20'd that search, okay. He remembers.

He still looks fucking confused though. On multiple levels.]

You were rezzed the second time after Lissa had already died, right? Seems like something the big guy downstairs would have done his best to wipe clean given the opportunity.

[Can something like that even work that way? He has no fucking idea.]

I think there's a lot we don't know about how it works and doesn't work. [ he's a little defensive about it on her behalf tbh. and... his, given he made that deal with lucifer ] What are you suggesting?

Maybe I'm just hoping that just this once it isn't Heaven or Hell screwing with us more than they already have. They've done enough today without dropping heavenly auras on top of everything else.

[Is it too much to want this to be from some other power that might not want to screw them over six ways til sunday?]

Maybe it doesn't matter where it came from. [He looks at Rose.] You can do whatever you want with it. It's yours now, so who cares who gave it to you.

[#projection much?]

I wasn't exactly looking to make it a thing, either time.

[ Her words a little too clipped, body too tense for her to pass it off as the casual thing she usually does. Rose might do a great job at acting like her deaths don't bother her at all and yet... she also chooses to sit as far from an open flame as she can manage and it's not just Dean's dreams that keep her up at night.

Her tension only seems to escalate at Sam's words and Dean's poor hand as her grip on it tightens, as if that connection to him is literally the only thing keeping her sufficiently anchored right now.]

Mine? [ Her features darken, a huff of air escaping as she shakes her head. ] Either I came back wrong or somebody did this to me. How does that not matter?

It could also be some weird side effect of clashing magics? Or the physical rules of all these damn worlds that seem to be dumping everyone into a blender.

[ Bobby looks perplexed. But also very intrigued. ]

So you've never done that before? Lit up like a lightning bug?

[ dean's hand stays locked in hers, his eyes sliding over to monitor her as he feels that bodily tension accelerate ] It does matter. [ his words confirming her own ] I think if were just two worlds collidin', it would have happened before now.

That's not what I meant. I just--

[He lets the topic drop because he wasn't saying they shouldn't figure it out. He just doesn't want her to turn it around on herself or burden herself with more rage than they're already dealing with.

But he gets it.]

Whatever it is, whoever's behind it, we'll deal with it.

[ It was exactly the three words she needed to hear right then and it at least seems to make her ease her grip, Rose allowing herself to properly look at Dean for the first time since the Church. There's a lot that's unspoken between them, it had always been their way but there's an echo of the promise they'd made each other that very night. That no matter what, they had each other. That this, all of it, no matter how bad it seemed, was bearable with him by her side.

Her gaze flickers to Sam at his words and it's a reminder that together no longer means just the two of them. A small nod of acknowledgment, of gratitude for how quickly he throws his support behind her. ]

That was the first time. [ Trying to alleviate some of her own tension by answering Bobby's question. ]

Dhampir aren't magical. We're fighters. We shouldn't be able to do things like that.

[ But then Rose wasn't normal even by Dhampir standards. ]

It's gotta be the Shadowkissed thing.

[Alainn is still keeping an eye on the surrounding area through Fede's eyes, blind to the others in the room, but at the first mention of Rose glowing her eyes fade back to their normal green, snapping to her friend in curiosity. She has no idea what kind of magic is coursing through her friend, but the only thing she can think to say is-] It's kinda badass if ye ask me.

What she said.

[ Bobby jerks a thumb in Alainn's direction when she speaks from behind him and she'd been so quiet this whole time, he'd halfway expected she'd fallen asleep back there. Not that he objected to someone who didn't run their mouth all the time - it was a refreshing change, actually.

But he's still studying Rose with curiosity, thinking all this over. ]

...Why do I get the feeling that you kissin' shadows is very different from what the rest of us are busy being?

[ Also being shadow-anything doesn't sound like something that would holy light in his book, but what does he know? The rules in this world are completely different from the one he'd come from - he's still trying to make sense of it most days. ]

[ Dean would likely register the shift. First, the way more of the tension eases with Alainn and then Bobby's words. While there's a moment of cautious curiosity in her gaze as she looks from her friend to Bobby, it eases with the small smile that finally works its way across her lips and they'd all get a sense that until they'd spoken up? Her head had been twisting with all the ways that this was wrong or bad, instead of 'badass'. ]

It's not like being Shadowkind. [Grimacing as if to foreshadow the turn this conversation will take.] Resurrection isn't supposed to be possible where I came from.

[ There's a renewed tension that hums through her body and it might be clear now, why she's never broached this subject with Sam. It's clearly not one she discusses easily and yet apparently with everything that's happened tonight? Gone are the days of saying nothing. ]

Lissa was... different. [ Her eyes go out of focus as she's pulled into a memory, the sensation of it visibly rolling through her body like a crawling discomfort. ] I don't remember much. Just... the accident.

[ Gasoline. Twisted metal. Heat. Excruciating pain. ]

When I got here I knew I was Shadowkissed I just, didn't know what that meant. I could sense Vampires. See Ghosts. Generally... do things normal people aren't supposed to be able do. I didn't think much of it until Lissa showed up this side of the veil and I started hearing... a voice in my head.

[ She lifts her gaze now, brown eyes shifting from Bobby to Sam and it's almost as if she's challenging them to look at her like she's crazy. ]

Whatever happened, when she brought me back it wasn't... all the way I guess. She tied me to her instead. I could, hear her thoughts, see what she saw... feel what she felt. [ There's another flicker of her gaze, this time to Sam because. He's smart. He'll realize what all of that means.]

When she died... [ Her gaze flickers towards Dean and there's something close to an unspoken apology in her eyes before she looks away. ] It was like that tie had been cut... but then the castle was attacked and we all know how that ended.

[ Except Bobby... but do you really want to make them say it Bobby, do you. ]

The deal was to bring me back. It's not like you would have specified which version of me.

[ And it probably says a lot that for as improbable as all this sounds? It's still more believable to Rose than a God deciding to do this to her. ]

[ it's that last bit that leaves dean looking a little concerned and not a little confused ] What do you mean, which version.

Pre Shadowkissed? Shadowkissed? [ Her shoulders tense and her fingers on her free hand curl into the palm of her hand. ] Something new...

[ Another quick look at Dean before looking away again. ]

He didn't just bring me back he... changed me, from what I was before I died.

[He listens to this explanation, giving Rose his full attention. It's one of those things that he's never been able to ask about, hasn't felt like he should, but he's also glad for the clarification.

It puts everything into better context.]

So...you're saying maybe you had to be given some of Lissa's power to come back without her?

[This is...really confusing.]

Wherever it came from, it's only going to put more hurt on the things we're already fighting against. So, yeah, like they said? Pretty freaking badass. [He gives her a small, sympathetic smile.] But believe me, I know that doesn't exactly make it better when you didn't have a say in it. I get it.

[He's like the poster boy of having abilities you didn't ask for from questionable sources.]

[ sam might be playing the 'it's ok' card, but dean's face tells a totally different story the moment rose spells out that she thinks lucifer brought her back different. in fact, the words that he spits out are closer to his sort of angry panic than anything. ] That wasn't the deal.

I didn't tell him he could do anything to you, just... bring you back. [ and it's clear, what's freaking him out here, to probably almost everyone in this room, where all the people who know him best are gathered.

it's clear that he's blaming himself for giving lucifer any power over her, enough to even let this doubt in ]

[ Welp. That was. A really terrible Sense Motive from Rose, but he's at least giving enough away that she can read the guilt coming off of him in waves and of course, her immediate response is to try and once again bury the thoughts that have secretly haunted her nightmares for years, now. ]

And he did. [ Squeezing his hand as if that will somehow make it enough. ] Without that deal I wouldn't be here now.

[ But... that doesn't change the fact that she's different now or the fact that she feels wrong knowing that Lucifer is the reason for that. ]

I don't know. [ Shaking her head and honestly having no idea what to say to make it better. ] Maybe Sam's right... maybe it doesn't matter.

[ Bobby watches the exchange silently, gaze flitting from Sam to Rose and then to settle on Dean for a long moment before he pushes himself to his feet, making a casual show of stretching. ]

Well. I don't think that's gonna be something anyone's gonna settle tonight. I think tonight's been full enough, don't you? [ He glances back over at Sam, and then the woman still guarding the door. ] And I think the newlyweds need some alone time.

[ A pause, before he turns to fix both Dean and Rose with a vaguely exasperated and somewhat-parental look. (although that's mostly directed at Dean - he knows him better.) ]

Try to find something to do other than brood, would you?

[Bobby's suggestion is probably optimistic at best, but it's not strange to think Dean and Rose might want to be alone, even if it isn't exactly in the way any of them might have hoped.

Sam meets the gaze of his brother and his new wife briefly, making sure that's what they want.]

We won't be far if you need us.

[You know. Just in case.]

Yeah. [ clearly this has all sort of been Too Much for dean, who is having a difficult time gathering himself again from his outburst moments before. he's trying, but he's clearly frazzled and burnt out as a result. putting a cap on it is probably for the best. however, there's no doubt that it leaves his prospective honeymoon in an awkward moment, and the look he casts at rose is both acknowledging that and sort of apologizing for it, but also wearily just full of 'well, what did we expect, really.' ] Maybe you can catch up on Bobby on anything else he's gotta know.

[ She’s usually the one that finds some way to make it better, who buries her own negative feelings to help them both focus on the good but when he looks at her with that unspoken apology – he’d soon realize that isn’t going to happen this time. It’s like whatever strength she’s been summoning just to get through this conversation drains away before his eyes, as if she’s run out of spaces to push her feelings into and now it’s left her feeling too full and yet too empty all at once.

She manages a single nod for Dean before dragging her gaze from his, her focus shifting to the Claddagh ring that adorns her ring finger and it’s hard not to think of all the ways she’d dared to picture this night, only to be reminded of how it had gone completely wrong. She might want to salvage it, for both their sakes, to spite Hell and all the bullshit that people associated with it had brought into their lives but it feels stupid to tempt fate again. Just as foolish as thinking they could have had one thing just for them, to begin with. ( Will Save Crit Fail ) ]

I think they’ve done enough for one night. [ Forcing her gaze up to meet Sam’s as she casually dismisses the idea that there'd be any more trouble tonight. ] We should get some sleep anyway... Probably shouldn't stick around here any longer than we have to.

[ She just sounds... tired, as she gives Dean's hand one last squeeze before letting it go as she gets up to head back to the bed. ]

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