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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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[ 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. ]

[ Which Bobby watches, with a sort of regretful look on his face. He knows that sort of tired, and he can only glance back at Deam, giving the elder of the two Winchesters a nod before clapping Sam's shoulder and heading for the door. ]

There'll be plenty of time for catching up. I'm not going anywhere - not after it took me this long to find you. Get some sleep, you two. We can start fresh in the morning. Sammy, where we going?

[Sam easily gets pulled along by Bobby after one last backward glance at the couple.]

Front desk. We'll grab an extra room. Come on.

[ dean gives bobby one last lingering look that's full of relieved disbelief at his very presence, and then moves to head to the bed along with rose, not saying anything to her yet until the other two are out of there. ]

[ At Bobby's words, Rose manages to push a fairly convincing smile on her lips, wanting at least, to keep them from worrying when they all had enough to weigh them down for one night. ]

It was... nice meeting you. [ Under the circumstances... for which there were many, and she shares a brief look with Sam then Alainn, keeping that reassuring expression in place until she's sure she and Dean are alone.

It's only when the door closes that her shoulders slump, her fingers pushing back through her still damp hair and while she tries to find the words for Dean when she seeks him out? She just doesn't know where to start. ]

[ he moves to meet her, his hand reaching for hers both instinctively and deliberately as he drags his eyes up to hers ]

I'd have warned you ahead of schedule that most occasions tend to go this way for this family, but somehow I think you already knew that.

Still. [ he's tired, that's clear, but his focus is all on her now, trying to read how she's handling this, what she might need from him that could help them both figure out what to do with this. ] I think we were both hoping we might get lucky just this once.

[ Her hands slip into his, her thumb running over the back of his knuckles as she manages to find a sense of peace in his presence. A thousand unspoken words passing between them as he holds her gaze in his.

The smallest glimmer of a smile pulls at the corner of her mouth and he'd see that he was right. That she'd known, perhaps even before they'd started dating that this sort of thing was just a part of the lives that they led.

He'd also see, just how much she'd allowed herself to hope that perhaps just this once, it could have been different. Her eyes close as she tries to shield him from the raw emotion that rushes to the surface, the tears she doesn't want to shed clinging to her lashes as she tries to swallow it back down. Her grip on his hand tightens, the slightest tremble of her lower lip and her chest shudders as she tries to fill her air with lungs, blinking rapidly to clear her eyes as she meets his gaze once more.

It's more than just self-pity that greets him, its a sense of sorrow, for the both of them and it takes her another moment to clear the lump from her throat, just enough to get the words out. ]

I just wanted us to have one day. [ And it would be clear that it's not about her, but the both of them. Their family, their friends. The very people who had given up so much, had been through too much. ] Just one.

[ that sorrow is echoed in the look that meets her own, his own longing for that peace of mind clear in every feature. ] Who says we can't start that day right now?

[ Emotion ripples across her features, their shared sorrow threatening to pull them both under and she finds her body swaying forward as that question leaves his lips. Drawn in by the sliver of hope he still dares to have.

Hell could take a lot from them, had done so time and time again but not this. Never the way they feel about each other and her hand squeezes his, her other rumpling the front of his shirt as her fingers curl around the material, anchoring herself to him. ]

I love you. You know that right? [ And it's more than just a simple declaration. It's a reminder that to her, it's worth it. All the shit they went through in their lives, it was worth it to be with him. ]

If I didn't believe it before, the fact that you're stickin' around right now would drive it home. [ he leans in to her grip, his other hand lifting to the side of her neck ] You're the one thing I don't gotta think twice about.

There’s nowhere else I’d wanna be. [ As if that should have been obvious all along. That her walking away, had never been a thought, let alone an option. ] Not now, not ever.

[ Maybe his brother and her ex-best friend had done a helluva job of ruining their wedding, but the only thing Hell ever managed to succeed in doing every time they messed with their lives? Was bringing them closer together. ]

So starting now, yeah? [ Their one day, the distance between them closing until her lips are barely a breath away from his. ] What do you think, Husband?

[ despite everything, despite all the horrible moments they'd literally just been through, that one word and her proximity and tenderness in saying it seems to exert a visible calming influence over him. even more, it brings a genuine smile to his lips, pushing the sadness out of his eyes for at least one pure moment of pride and joy. ] Starting right the hell now, I'm on a honeymoon with my wife.

Screw the rest.

[ I Get To Love You - Ruelle

Maybe it’s his smile, or simply the sense of calm that comes over him but he’d see it immediately reflected in her, so much of the tension that she’d been carrying since the church, seeping out of her as they stand there together. They hadn’t been allowed a moment for what they’d done tonight to feel entirely real, but calling him her husband, being called his wife? She’d worn a lot of titles over the years; Guardian, Hunter, Knight. Before Dean, she never would have thought that Wife would be the one she was the most proud of. ]

Damn straight you are. [ Rose closing what little distance remains as she pours every ounce of emotion that wells inside of her, into the kiss she finally claims. (Dex Nat 20.) ]

Edited (adding a music cue) 2019-05-28 08:14 (UTC)

[ his answering kiss is gentle and insistent and claiming all at once (dex 22) and seems to help ground him further in the moment. his hands move to her waist, steering her so that she lies down on the bed where he can press down on top of her without breaking the embrace. his hands slide up her sides, lips sliding off to press rough kisses against her throat that communicate a need that's more than just physical, a need to find each other in this moment, to enjoy it and each other despite everything. ]

[ The moment their lips meet, everything else fades into the background, the two of them moving in synchronicity as he backs her towards the bed. Her fingers uncurl from his shirt, knuckles grazing his chest as they hit the mattress. The arching of her back baring her throat to him as that hot trail of kisses helps to push back the shadows cast by the day.

There's a comfort that comes from the weight of his body, in the familiarity of his scent surrounding her. It's a reminder that every good memory she has from the last few years, is centered around the two of them, and maybe this is it? What they need to know it's going to be okay. Not for everything to go right but for the two of them to let go of everything else and simply be here, with each other. ]

I love you. [ It's not that she needs to tell him again, but that she needs to say it. To let the emotion behind those words go through her and sooth the parts she doesn't know how to heal. Her hands slip beneath the lapels of his jacket, slide over his shoulders and start to push it down his arms, Rose wanting to free him of those layers in her need to be closer to him. ]

[ he easily helps her in shedding the jacket, tossing it aside with very little care for the fancy clothes in general. his hands move between their bodies to start yanking buttons free, allowing her to take over halfway through so that he can reach around to start getting rid of some of her clothes as well, a man on a mission now, swept up in the sudden shift between them and clearly glad for it for the same reasons she is. his words are deliberate and husky as he responds: ] Never gonna get sick of hearin' that. [ his lips catch hers again, parting on a catch of breath to murmur those words that never seem to come easy for him, even after all this time, the ones that he saves for just the right moment every time - but ones that he clearly makes worth the wait (charm nat 20) ] Love you, too, Rose. The only one I ever felt like this for. Only one I ever will.

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