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To be honest, it had all happened so quickly and smoothly that Sam was still dizzy with excitement even after the wedding ceremony—short as it had been—was over.
Oh my God, he thought. I'm married. It's unbelievable.
He had long believed he could never escape the fate of constantly losing his beloved—but look, God had finally chosen to bless him, allowing him to marry such a beautiful wife. There were no deaths, no other supernatural things, and no demons to disturb them.
Just a wedding, simple and ordinary.
Sam had never felt such a tender happiness welling up inside him. He was almost in tears. How he wished his parents could have witnessed his wedding!
Despite the many arguments he had with dad, deep down he still loved him and would have asked him to give a speech at the wedding. And his mom—the poor woman who had died in the fire—would surely have wanted to see him and his beloved wife exchanging their vows amid a sea of flowers.
Although most of his family was dead, at least his brother was still by his side. Despite the arguments they’d had before arriving in Las Vegas, things seemed to be moving in the right direction—Dean still cared about him and had shown up for the wedding. Though he kept rolling his eyes throughout the ceremony, he didn't leave or say anything rude, so Sam figured he had nothing to complain about.
Everything about the wedding was perfect; the only small downside was that Becky's parents were traveling abroad and couldn't attend. But Sam understood—after all, no one knows when love will come along, and things rarely go as planned.
Sam held Becky's hand tightly in bliss, lost in those green eyes shining with love, oblivious to the sudden clinking of glasses.
Clink. Clink. Clink.
Sam finally came to his senses and glared at the source of the noise.
“Why aren't you kissing?” asked a guy dressed like Reba McEntire at the Grammys.
“What are you talking about?” Sam asked, puzzled. He had no idea where this guy had suddenly come from—or who he even was. Whether he was human was another question entirely. He reached for the gun tucked behind his waistband.
“You don't know this wedding tradition? Have you ever been married?” the man said. “At weddings, whenever someone clinks their glass, the bride and groom have to kiss. You have to. It's the rule.” With that, the man clinked his champagne glass a few more times.
Sam glared at him, half tempted to draw his gun and shoot. This guy's sudden appearance at the wedding had put his hunter instincts on edge. But then a hand suddenly grabbed his arm. Sam held his breath and turned to see Becky looking at him, her face flushed.
Oh well, maybe there really is such a tradition at weddings, Sam thought. He loosened his grip on the gun he'd been holding, his muscles relaxing slightly, and bent down to kiss his wife. Dean, standing to the side, made a loud, strangled noise in his throat.
“So beautiful,” commented the uninvited guest at the wedding, as if watching an entertaining TV show.
Just then, the person in charge of the small chapel came over with the bill.
“I got it,” Becky said, taking the bill and standing up. “You two do your brother thing.”
Sam watched uneasily as Becky and the person in charge disappeared behind the door. He wondered if, separated from his new wife, he would have the courage to face his brother and whatever lecture might be coming.
“Seriously, Sam? You married her? Are you kidding me? What the hell were you thinking?” Dean, who had been holding back his anger, finally lashed out at Sam. Seeing Sam’s stubborn expression, he almost started praying this was all some terrible prank.
“The bride's leaving already? Alright, but you two work too. After all, rules are rules, you know. Now kiss.” The man started clinking his champagne glass again.
“Hey buddy, honestly, I’ve been putting up with you for way too long. If you clink that damn cup again—” Dean glared at the man, making a punching gesture. However, amid the continued clinking, he was horrified to find that Sam was actually leaning in to kiss him.
“You can’t be serious, Sammy.” Dean took a step back, trying to keep his composure.
“But you know, rules are rules…” Sam looked hesitant, his puppy eyes filled with something hazy.
Amid the crisp clink of glass, Dean found that he and Sam were drifting closer and closer to each other. They gazed into each other's eyes, completely absorbed in each other, as if the wedding were for them alone. Then, it happened—so easily, so naturally, as if they had done it a thousand times before.
Dean thought it would be a simple kiss—after all, Sam had just given Becky a quick peck on the lips. But Sam, oh God, ran his tongue over Dean's lips, eager to slip his tongue into Dean’s mouth. Dean thought he would resist, but to his surprise, he not only didn't resist, but actually enjoyed it. So Dean returned the kiss, their tongues entwining, their tongues gliding against each other, sending shivers of pleasure through them.
When they finally pulled apart, they were both a little breathless from their kiss. Only then did they notice that the man who had been clinking his glass and egging them on to kiss was nowhere to be seen. The strange tension vanished abruptly, leaving the two brothers standing there awkwardly, fresh from their kiss.
Just then, Becky returned—thank goodness. She excitedly grabbed Sam's hand, ready to leave—just in time to save him, as he had suddenly found the ceiling very interesting. So Sam mustered what courage he had left and said to Dean, “I know you're mad about me getting married. But now Becky and I are gonna go up to her place in Delaware. Um, why don’t you try and wrap your dome around this, then give me a call?”
Sam patted Dean on the shoulder, trying to act as if nothing had happened, and left with Becky. Dean was left with a what-the-heck look on his face, frozen in place by everything that had just happened.