"We get here first," he said, nudging him a bit. The melody shifted and in walked Sarah, clad in a burgandy and silver dress that looked elegant on her. She gave them a grin, then winked at them, taking her place as the matron of honor. Once again, the music changed, this time to Pachebel's Canon in D and in glided Lisa on Ben's arm. Her dress was simple but elegant with silver embroidery at the hems of her skirt and wrists. Her dark hair had been pulled up and back, decorated with a wreath of Christmas roses that matched what she was carrying.
Sam and Bobby heard the man between them murmur, "Damn!" No other sound. Dean Winchester stood in awe and watched his bride walk down the aisle. His brother realized that he was holding his breath. He gently punched the man in the back and forced him to breathe. Dean gasped in air but did not move.
Bobby chuckled, knowing Sam's comment about not being able to think when he saw his bride was definitely ringing true for Dean. Lisa made her way to the groom, smiling sweetly as the ceremony began.
Sam gently moved Dean towards her. All the man could do was stare at her.
Lisa giggled, handing off her bouquet to Sarah before allowing Dean to take her hands as the ceremony began. Ben proudly announced he was giving her away,making the preacher grin at him.
Dean had eyes for no one else. Sam was afraid his brother was not listening or paying attention to anyone. He was deeply concerned until Dean's voice was heard in response to something the minister said to him. The younger brother sighed in relief. Dean was all there.
It was a romantic ceremony and one that would remain in their memories for a lifetime. When the minister said Dean could kiss the bride, the small crowd gave a loud cheer when the kiss was given. It was obvious that the couple loved each other dearly.
Dean finally released the kiss and stared down at his wife, with tears rolling down his face, and the biggest smile she'd ever seen.
"I love you," she whispered to him.
"I love you too. More then you can ever imagine, Lis. My wife. I like that. It sounds so good."
"So do I," she murmured, kissing him again. "Now, I think it's time to party." She took his arm, smiling up at him.
Dean grinned and let her lead the way.
The group headed towards the main living area of the house that had been kept in darkness except for the fire and tree. Lit up, it was decorated warmly with flowers and poinsettias with plenty of food, drink, and music.
Dean looked at the drinks. "Is that ginger ale or sparkling cider?" Jo walking up behind him almost gaped at his question and decided to ask about it from someone else. Dean got his two glasses of sparkling cider, saving the champagne for toasts only. He handed one to Lisa and gently touched her glass with his and sipped the cider.
She smiled radiantly at him,looking so very happy. It was lovely to have this finally after dreaming of it for so long.
Dean set their glasses down and took her into his arms and out into the middle room, pulling herinto the dance. He leaned his head close to hers and whispered in her ear, "Tomorrow's Christmas. I want to be early as much as everyone else, but I'm not planning on an early night, Lis. I want you as bad as I love you."
"And you will have me," she promised, arms wrapping around his. "Our first Christmas as husband and wife." She leaned up, whispering in his ear. "The papers are in for Ben," Lisa told him. "I thought we could give it to him as a gift tomorrow."
"It's final? Nothing else has to be done? Was it my name being on the birth certificate that made it go through so fast? Yeah, we need to wrap it up real special, Lis. The best Christmas ever."
"It's final," she giggled. "Watari helped it go through a bit faster so it'd be done in time for Christmas. The ink is barely dry on it."
"I don't even need to look under that tree tomorrow. You and Ben are all I wanted. I'm satisfied."
Lisa giggled at that, looking happy. "Well, guess that means I have to take your presents back."
"If there's no present under the tree, does that mean we get to stay in bed?" Dean kissed her, gently nibble her bottom lip.
"No, because Ben and the others have presents and I want to spend time with family," she reminded him.
"I hate to say this, but you have presents under the tree." Dean slowly moved down to her neck and up to her left ear. Sam noticed the slow movement on the dance floor and Dean's other movements. He motioned to Sarah that the cake might be in order.
With Watari's help, a gorgeous cake was wheeled into the living room. "Time to cut the cake," she called out, hoping to calm Dean's libido for a bit. There were still kids here.
The newlyweds walked over to where the cake stood. Dean whispered to his wife, "Why do they use cakes for weddings? Can you imagine a pie that size?"
"Because it's easier to decorate the cake," she said, laughing a bit.
"I'm not so sure about that, Lis. A pie stays in a deep dish, you cut a slit in it to let out steam. The decoration it needs is egg whites to make it shiny. When you eat it, you can have whipped cream or cheese. Lot easier." Dean grinned at her as the came closer to the cake table. "What do we do next?"
She handed him the knife. "We cut the first slice," she told him, trying not to laugh at his comments about pie.
Dean, seeing three layers, grinned. He took her hand and pulled it up to the top layer and cut all the way through the three layers. "If I have to eat cake, we'll do it right."
The group heard his comment and started laughing at that. Oh well, not like the top layer would be edible in a year anyway.
The champagne toasts were done. Everyone was enjoying the cake and the other foods that were set out. Dean and Lis had fed each other cake. The hunter ate very little of it. He did graze the small buffet. They danced a little more, and Dean asked where Ben was staying for the night.
"He's crashing with Mello and Matt," Sarah answered, overhearing the question being asked as she moved by in Sam's arms.
"Thanks. Merry Christmas, Everyone. Good night." Dean took Lisa by the hand and drew her towards their wing. "I'm thinking a lot of bubbles in the whirlpool tub for starters," he said softly as they shut the door.