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Title: Twilight Lace

Rating: G

Category: Gen oneshot

Word Count: 607

Characters: Dean, Sam, OFC

Spoilers: None

Summary: Short wedding fic

Author’s Notes: Thanks to equinox_bluefor her help as always.

Disclaimer: The following characters and situations are used without permission of the creators, owners, and further affiliates of the television show, Supernatural, to whom they rightly belong. I claim only what is mine, and I make no money off what is theirs.

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The mist falls on his skin and covers his eyelashes. He blinks and looks out to the mainland with its lights in the distance, bright little flickers jumbled together in a heap of the city’s chaos. Here, the gazebo glows behind him in the night, and the music, so far away now, is a low hum. When he hears the open-mouthed laughter of his brother, loud and uninhibited, he looks over his shoulder and smiles, but does not return. Not just yet.

He stands at the shoreline, hands in his pockets and feet in black shoes dotted with sand. His bow tie is hanging limply around his neck, and his top three buttons are undone to expose his necklace. The rain is quickening, warm and gentle, and he wonders what Sam will say when he sees the soaked tuxedo. The thought of Sam’s horrified face makes Dean laugh.

He should be going back to be beside his brother on today of all days, but Dean needs this moment of solitude to last a few moments longer. Needs this moment to stand out here in the rain with the island’s floral scents creeping around him on lacey little limbs. Needs to stand with the beach as never-ending blackness around him and listen to the waves as a continuous whisper.

Then he hears someone calling his name, and he turns toward the sound, lifting his head away from the ocean. Water falls from his hair into his eyes to blur his vision as the person comes closer.

Sam, suit still buttoned and pressed, is jogging down the beach with his coat flapping against his sides. When he reaches Dean, he says nothing for a moment. Only looks at his older brother’s disheveled form, absorbing everything that Dean is not saying. Sam’s hair, twisted dark with the rain, is plastered against his temples.

They stand, silent and staring, beside the ocean until Sam steps forward. “I want you there too.”

Dean nods. He has never doubted this through their months of plans and preparations for today. It has never been about Sam choosing Dean or her. Not trading one for the other. But now that the day is here and Sam is married with the vows said aloud, the reality is almost too much. “I know,” Dean tells him. “Just needed to think on my own for a bit.”

Sam smiles, almost sadly, and looks down at Dean whose eyes catch the light of the party. Out here, away from the bustling guests and overdone frills, Sam feels as though he can finally breathe. His wedding is over, and the reception still going; he managed to survive it all.

When he looks up, away from his brother who has been by his side for all these years, he sees a woman, dressed in white, standing on the gazebo steps. Her veil catches in the breeze and billows against her back, but she makes no move to go to Sam and ask why. Ask why his brother had to leave halfway through it all. Ask why her new husband had to go to him. She understands all the reasons.

Dean sees her too, sees her waiting without pushing forward to interrupt, and he rests his hand on Sam’s shoulder and squeezes tightly. Reassuring Sam that yes, he understands. Yes, he accepts it, and more than anything, yes, he approves. Sam grins and says something to make Dean laugh at last. Sam’s moving on in his life, but they will always be brothers. First and foremost. Above everything—everyone—else.

In the rain Sam and he walk back together, side by side.

End

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From:

h-maldeire.livejournal.com

I love this! I'm still a bit groggy and can't phrase proper reviews yet, but this is so sweet. I can see all those canon moments where Dean has been such a good brother.

From:

mellaithwen

the rain was a beautiful touch my dear

I thought the description of her veil was beautiful, and I love the image of it billowing in the breeze

and I PWN DEAN + RAIN + SHORE + STARING INTO THE DISTANCE

that is the best image. ever. and in a TUX no less *flails*

beautiful opening sentence too (see its not all about teh pretty boys) it's a description and you want to read on to see for WHO and its calm because the city lights are in the distance. ah so pretty :)

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alias_chick.livejournal.com

Absolutely lovely! I love how there is a bit of pain, but an accepting feeling as well as your description of the woman Sam marries! Truly lovely! Thanks for the lovely read!

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http://users.livejournal.com/_sapphiredreams/

Poor Dean. That's so sad, and yet touching. I just feel for him when he's staring out into space. It might end up like this. It's funny, because I just read this other wedding fic in the Smallville/Batman Begins universe and the author quotes these words at the end:
He had made a promise on the grave of his parents to rid Gotham City of the scum. He had shared his dread with them to accomplish that goal by becoming a bat - a monster in the night. But, had he become the very thing that all monsters become…

… Alone…?

It just made me think that Dean is like Batman. His mother and father died so now he fights the monsters - but he ends up alone, just like them. Sadly ironic.

From:

iamstealthyone.livejournal.com

Such a huge moment here, for both boys, a major change that signals a separation they haven't experienced before. It's appropriate that Dean needs some alone time, because even as Sam's starting a new phase of his life, a phase of both their lives is ending.

I especially liked this:

Dean sees her too, sees her waiting without pushing forward to interrupt, and he rests his hand on Sam’s shoulder and squeezes tightly. Reassuring Sam that yes, he understands. Yes, he accepts it, and more than anything, yes, he approves. Sam grins and says something to make Dean laugh at last. Sam’s moving on in his life, but they will always be brothers. First and foremost. Above everything—everyone—else.

Lovely, especially the way they can communicate with nothing more than a simple touch.

From:

lark_ascends

I adore the fact that they're standing out in the rain.

I'm just imagining everyone's reactions when they return drowned rats.

From:

sixxsixxsixx23.livejournal.com

Sam’s moving on in his life, but they will always be brothers. First and foremost. Above everything—everyone—else.

Wow... just, wow.

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