“I now pronounce this wedding over, let’s party!” Shouts Jody from behind them. Everyone stands up and applauds, coming forward to hug Sam and Dean, shake their hands, kiss their cheeks, and pat their asses depending on who’s doing the greeting. Sam looks at Dean over the crowd of people between them and sees his brother at the happiest he’s ever been. He feels like he’s been waiting his whole life to see that look on his brother’s face. Content, happy, surrounded by loved ones, buoyed up by sharing this momentous occasion with everyone.
Later that night, after everyone’s told them to get the hell upstairs and consummate this thing, they’re hanging out in their sitting room looking out over the garden finishing the last bottle of champagne. The moon’s up and lighting the chairs and altar that are still down there at the end of the garden. Dean can see that their candle is still lit. “Look Sammy, our candle’s still lit down there.”
Sam joins him in looking out the window, “Huh, wonder how long it’ll burn for?”
“Wonder if it’s one of those eternal flame deals, might have to get a holder for it, keep it up here.”
“Did that really all happen Dean?”
“Yes Sam, we’re actually married.”
Sam hits him in the shoulder, “No, I know that. I mean what happened, when we lit that candle and the spell took us there. Did we really do that? It seems so unreal now.”
“Yeah, we sure as hell did. I asked Cas and Meg about it, and they said the tablecloth with the spell written on it was in their room when they got back here yesterday. So they suspect Meredith and Mohit had a hand in it somehow. It really was her final gift to us.”
“To Meredith then. Long may she love her fairy prince.” Sam raises his almost empty champagne glass.
“To Meredith and Mohit.” Dean answers, clinking their glasses together.
Sam drains his champagne and sets his glass down on the end table. He pulls Dean in closer to him, so that he’s practically on his lap. “I could see you Dean. Every part of you, inside and out.”
“I know, me too. Pretty wild huh?”
“You’ve heard this a million times from me, but you’re beautiful, especially on the inside, now I really know that.” Sam says, kissing the side of Dean’s neck.
“That’s just because you’re in me too doofus. So you are also.” Dean turns his head and looks at Sam’s eyes to make sure he hears him.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get over seeing that, how thoroughly mixed together we really are.” Sam says, holding Dean’s gaze.
“Probably the point of the whole thing huh? Us seeing that?” Dean nods, smiling at the memory of seeing their dust clouds swirling together.
“Meredith really knew what we needed.”
“That she did, between this place and that spell, it’s like she was our fairy godmother or something.” Dean says.
“Maybe she was, if there’s even such a thing.”
“Or she was just another person we helped, and for once they were able to pay us back. It was bound to happen eventually.” Dean says.
“I think a lot of the people we helped over the years gave us things, just nothing this big and permanent.” Sam observes.
“The only permanent thing I care about is you and me.” Dean says, giving Sam’s shoulders a squeeze.
“Sounds about right. The rest is just stuff. After a life of living out of the car, it’s weird to have all this stuff to keep track of.”
“Sometimes I get really tired just thinking about it all. Like it would be easier to just pack up and drive away, leave it all behind, and let the Smuggler’s Notch Historical Society have the house or whatever.”
“But, what about Meredith, and what we promised her?” Sam asks.
“I know I know, it’s just a thought. She probably wouldn’t have left if we didn’t promise to take care of the place.” Dean answers.
“Houses like this really have a pull on people, the place gets its own personality and charisma.”
“If you keep the garden going the way it is, we’re going to be rolling in the stuff.” Dean says, sounding very proud of Sam’s garden.
“You saying I have a charismatic garden Dean?’
‘Yeah, it’s pretty kickass Sammy, you’ve got a knack.”
“Well, I never thought you’d turn out to be such a good cook.”
“Thanks, I always wanted to cook you better stuff, you know when we were kids. Just didn’t have the tools or the money.”
“You did fine, cheesy mac and hot dogs got me to where I am today.” Sam says, remembering how happy he was when Dean would make his favorite.
“Yeah, I should have stuck to popsicles or something, maybe you wouldn’t have turned out so damn tall.”
“You know I’m tall just to bug you right?”
“Yeah, duh, of course.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever had such a good day in my life. Thank you.” Sam says quietly.
“It’s not over yet.”
“What do you mean?” Sam asks.
“Sammy, it’s our wedding night.”