By The Alternative Source
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Smallville. I WISH
I look at you as you stand across from me. Your eyes are only on me and my eyes are only one you. It's funny how you never thought that this would happen. You always declared yourself as a bachelor. For the rest of your life you once told me.
'But here you are. On your wedding day'
I know that I should be paying attention to what the priest is saying but I can't take my eyes off of you. Off the top of my head I could tell you what I'm thinking about. I'm thinking about:
10. The way you smirk at any comment.
9. The way you act around your brother. (We all know you love him but you've got your tough exterior to protect.)
8. The way you twist every situation into something sexual.
7. The way you hate the fabric softener teddy bear. (Trust me I want to kill the teddy bear too.)
6. The way you love to chow down on anything and everything.
5. The way that your butt looks in those jeans.
4. The way that you always have a smartass comment for everything.
3. The way that you care for others even though you don't want to show others that you're nice.
2. The way that you fight for what you believe in.
And the #1 thing that I love about you is how you make me feel safe and loved.
Your small chuckle makes me look up at you. Your eyes are sparkling. I can tell that you think this is amusing because you just realized that I was daydreaming. Daydreaming about you.
The priest's words bring me back to where I am right now.
"And do you Chloe Sullivan take Dean Winchester as your loving husband through sickness and health, and even a couple demons along the way?"
I stare into your eyes and smile, "I do, forever."
The priest nods in acknowledgement and continues, "And do you Dean Winchester take Chloe Sullivan as your loving wife through sickness and health, and even a couple demons along the way?"
You don't even hesitate as you say, "I do, forever."
The priest nods again and seals the deal, "By the power invested in me and the state of Wisconsin, I now pronounce you husband and wife till death do you part."
You set forward slightly and cup my face, "Can I kiss my bride now?" you ask the priest.
The priest laughs and says, "Of course."
You pull me towards you and kiss me like you never kissed me before. Its deep and its loving. And I can feel myself finally becoming one with you as pull me completely against you. Pulling back from the kiss you look me in the eye and whisper to me, "I told you that you would be mine little reporter."
I smirk and whisper right back, "Is that so Dean?"
"Well let's go. You have to claim your prize," I play with his collar as I say this.
He smirks at me and pulls me back to him, "Chloe you know I've already won my prize. It's you. But a little reassurance of how much you love me wouldn't be bad."
"Oh, I'll give you a little reassurance. Come here." I pull him in for another kiss when I finish saying this. And as I kiss him I don't hear the cries of joy and agreement from the wedding guests. I can't think of anyone else but the person holding me in his arms. I can't stop thinking about you.
My husband, Dean Winchester.