|A Winchester Wedding
Author: Jaredsmyfave224 PM
Emma's dream wedding is about to come true, but at what cost? Her family, her friends, even her new husband? Emma has to make a choice between the family she left behind and the love of her life. But who will she choose? Find out in A Winchester Wedding.Rated: Fiction T - English - Family/Supernatural - Dean W. & Sam W. - Chapters: 9 - Words: 21,592 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 02-04-08 - Published: 10-07-07 - Status: Complete - id: 3823919
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This fic takes
place 10 years after "The Way It Should
"Emma you coming or what?!" a man yelled from down the hall. "Just a sec!" Emma yelled back, putting the final touches on her hair, trying to make it look perfect. She twirled in her black dress to see herself in the mirror. She stopped and primped her hair one more time, and grabbed her purse off the bathroom counter. She walked into the living room "How do I look?" she asked in an eager smile. "Beautiful." the man smiled. "Now come on, we have reservations." he said, "You're way too punctual you know that." Emma said, she kissed him on the cheek and went out to the car. He followed, and got into the car.
They arrived at the restaurant "So what exactly is this big dinner for, Chris?" Emma asked, as she got out of the car. "Just a celebration." he gave Emma a flirty smile. "For what?" Emma asked. "Just a celebration." Chris finished, and they walked inside.
The waiter seated them at a table. "Red or white wine?" the waiter asked. "Red." Chris replied. "Red? You always order white. This must be a really special occasion." Emma said. "Actually it is." Chris said, he pulled a small box out of his pocket, and got down on one knee in front of Emma. "Oh my God." Emma said, not believing what was happening. "Emma Winchester, will you marry me?" he asked. Emma had a dumbfounded look on her face but then replied "Yes." she smiled and kissed him.
6 months later
"You really do need to call them. It's been 6 months and you haven't told them yet." Chris said, walking into the living room and sitting on the couch next to Emma. "We're getting married next week." he finished. "I know, I know. You just... don't know them like I do, and me and my dad don't really see eye to eye." Emma said. "Why?" Chris asked. "I'd rather not talk about it. Maybe I'll just call Uncle Sam, he could help me tell dad." Emma said. "Here, you'll feel better, trust me." Chris said, handing Emma the phone, and walking out of the room. Emma sighed reluctantly and dialed Sam's number.
"Hello?" Sam answered. "Uncle Sam!" Emma said. "What's with you?" Sam asked. "Um..." Emma looked around to see if Chris was anywhere in ear-shot. "Um...there's a...haunting over here, and the thing is too powerful for me to take on my own so I was wondering if you and dad could come down here and help?" Emma said. "I thought you had given up hunting?" Sam asked. "I took a break from hunting, but I need your help so will you come down or not?" Emma asked "Yeah, sure Em. We're about 200 miles from you, will you be ok until then?" Sam asked. "Yeah, bye Uncle Sam." "Bye." Sam said, and hung up. "I should get a friggin Oscar for that." Emma said, and walked into the kitchen, where Chris was starting to work on dinner. "How'd it go?" he asked. "Good." Emma lied. "They're on their way right now." Emma said, she grabbed a knife and started chopping onions.
"Dean come on let's go." Sam said, grabbing his bag and throwing his dirty clothes in it. "Why?" Dean asked. "Emma needs our help with a hunt." Sam said. "I thought she gave up hunting?" Dean said "She apparently took a break, anyway she just called saying she needs our help with a job." Sam said. "We've barely talked to her in 2 years Sam. Why would she want our help?" Dean asked. "I don't know, maybe this a chance for you guys to make up." Sam said. "Fine, it would be good to see her again." Dean said, him and Sam packed up their things and put them in the impala. Then headed for New York, where Emma lived.
Dean and Sam pulled up to Emma's house. "Cute." Dean said looking at the two story, white house, which was squeezed between two apartment buildings. "Come on." Sam said, getting out of the car. Dean followed and they both walked up to the house.
There was a knock on the door and Emma was hesitant to answer "Who is it?" Chris asked, walking into the room, wiping his hands off with a towel. Emma opened the door "Uncle Sam." Emma said, giving him a hug. Sam walked inside and Dean was standing on the doorstep "Dad." Emma said, in a less enthused greeting. "Emma." Dean said "It's uh...good to see you dad." Emma said. "You too Em." Dean said. There was a silence "So what smells so good?" Dean asked, walking into the house. "I'm cooking chicken." Chris walked up behind Emma. "You must be Dean Winchester, Emma's father." Chris said, extending his hand out to shake Dean's. Dean shook his hand. "And you're Sam right?" Chris asked, shaking his hand as well "Yeah." Sam said looking just as confused as Dean. "Is there something I'm missing here?" Dean asked. "Dad, Uncle Sam, this is Chris...my fiancé." Emma said. "Your what?" Sam asked. "My fiancé." Emma stated again. "Chris can I have a minute alone with my dad and uncle?" Emma asked. "Yeah sure." Chris said, he gave Emma a peck on the cheek, and walked back into the kitchen. "I thought you needed our help with a hunt?" Sam said "I lied." Emma said. "Why?" Dean asked. "Because I didn't want you guys to miss my wedding." Emma said. "When are you getting married?" Sam asked. "Next Sunday." Emma said "That's a week from now." Dean said "Yeah, I'm aware of that, dad." Emma said, sarcastically. "Is he a nice guy?" Sam asked. "Yeah, Uncle Sam he is." Emma smiled. There was an awkward silence. "I'm going to go get our bags out of the car." Sam said, giving Emma and Dean a chance to talk. The awkward silence stood for a few more seconds "So how have you been?" Emma asked Dean. "Good." Dean nodded. "Dad can we just forget everything that happened...please." Emma said. "I don't know Emma...you tell me." Dean said. Emma hung her head down "Dad..." she was interrupted by Sam walking back inside. "Where can I put these Em?" Sam asked, holding his and Dean's bags. "In the guest room. It's upstairs, second door on your left." Emma said. After Sam went upstairs Emma tried to start her and Dean's conversation back up, but was interrupted again. "Emma, my parents are on their way." Chris said. "Ok." Emma said. "His parents?" Dean said. "Yeah dad." Emma said. "Dad, please don't bring up anything about hunting." Emma sighed, "Do you honestly think I'd do that?" Dean said. "Well you have before." Emma said, then walked into the kitchen. Dean sighed, Sam walked back downstairs. "Where's Emma?" he asked. "She's in the kitchen." Dean said. "You ok?" Sam asked "Yeah. I just wish I had a time machine." Dean said. "Maybe you two could apologize to each other. It's stupid that this has gone on as long as it has." Sam said. "Sam...shut up. This is between me and her." Dean said, he went into the kitchen as well. Sam sighed and followed.