Thanks for all the great feedback! I've had a few requests for a sequel, to see what Sammie Rae's new life is like. If you're interested, let me know.

Epilogue – 20 Years Later

Music pounded out of the Impala's speakers, threatening to deafen Sam. With Dean's current mood, however, he had not dared to reach for the volume knob for most of the drive. Now that they were close to their destination, Sam reached out to turn it down to a level he could talk over.

"Turn left at the next light," he told his brother.

Dean grunted, tugging at his stiff collar. "Still don't see why I have to wear this monkey suit," he mumbled.

Sam laughed. "It's a wedding. It's what you wear at a wedding. Especially when you're IN it."

Dean tossed Sam a nasty look as he rounded the corner. "Not my idea," he growled.

"Yeah, well, get over it." Sam grinned out the windshield. A large church loomed ahead of them. "That must be it," he pointed.

"Those psychic abilities are really paying off there, Sammy," Dean snapped, pulling into the crowded parking lot. He drove around to the back where one space sat empty save for an orange cone. Sam jumped out, grabbed the cone and moved it aside so Dean could park.

"Ready?" Sam asked as Dean stepped out of the car.

"Not in a million years," Dean admitted, straightening his black suit coat.

Sam glanced down. "Dude! You wore your boots?"

"What?" Dean was defensive. "They're comfortable!" he stalked off, leading the way. Sam fell into step behind his brother, where he was most comfortable. It seemed so natural, even after all this time, to follow his brother's lead.

They entered the church. The front reception area was nearly empty, all the guests were already seated. They were late. An usher rushed up to them.

"Bride or groom?" he asked. "You're lucky, they haven't started yet. Apparently the bride's father is late," he chuckled.

Sam nudged his brother while Dean glared at the young man. "Where is the bride?" he asked, his voice tight and controlled.

The usher looked like he was ready to argue, but Sam motioned over Dean's head. The young man pointed down the corridor behind them. "Third door on the right.

Dean spun on his heel to march away. Sam thanked the young man before following. Dean did not bother to knock, he threw the door open and froze. When Sam looked over his shoulder, he could see why.

In the middle of the room stood a beautiful bride, she was checking her veil in a full length mirror. When they burst in, she twirled around, a look of joy lighting her face. Without a word, she rushed into Dean's arms, wrapping her arms around his neck. Sam could tell Dean's eyes were too wet, but he knew his brother well enough to know there would be no tears.

"Hey Beautiful," Dean said softly into her hair. "The car is out back, if you wanna ditch."

She pulled away, a laugh escaping her perfect lips. Next she hugged Sam around his waist. He rubbed her back gently. "You're a beautiful bride," he murmured.

"Thanks." She wiped away an unshed tear. "I knew you'd make it."

Dean's smile was a sad one. "Wild werewolves couldn't keep us away."

"Who is this?" A young woman in a peach bridesmaid dress approached the men, a look of distaste on her face.

"This is my Dad," she said, laying a hand on Dean's arm, "and my Uncle Sam," her other hand grasped Sam's arm.

Sam patted the hand. "I hope we're not too late. We had a little trouble finding the place." It was just a little lie. He had trouble waking Dean up and convincing him that the wedding was real and not just some nightmare.

Rae's eyes roved over Dean's face. "Yes, I'm sure. I'm glad you're here, Dad. You are going to walk me down the aisle?" It was not really a question, and he knew it. He nodded, uncharacteristically silent.

The preacher bustled in at that moment. "Oh, have the parents finally arrived?" he crowed, delighted that the wedding could finally start. "Since you missed the rehearsal, let me explain exactly what you'll need to do."

Sam waited almost until the ceremony was ready to start. Then one of the ushers insisted on seating him. He allowed the usher to seat him in the front row, his new camera ready. As he waited for the music to start, he noticed some whispers from the friends and family already seated. With a glance, Sam realized that he had been seated in the same manner as the groom's mother. He could feel the heat in his cheeks as he looked up the aisle again.

The groom was staring at him. Sam tried to give the boy a reassuring smile, but he looked so young, so very young. He wondered how much Rae had told her soon-to-be-husband about her childhood, about her Dad and Uncle. He guessed probably not much. Even Dean had agreed to keep it to a minimum. At least for now.

The music started. Sam was sitting in a pew alone. He turned around, camera at the ready. The bridesmaids and groomsmen entered two by two, taking their positions each side of the preacher. Finally Dean and Rae walked slowly down the aisle. Sam snapped away, hoping at least a couple of the shots would be decent. Dean stood nervously beside Rae in front of the preacher.

"Who presents this woman in marriage?"

Dean mumbled something. The preacher leaned forward, motioning for Dean to say it louder.

"Her uncle and I do," he said. Sam felt floored. Then again, maybe being seated as the bride's mother was more accurate than he thought. Embarassing, but accurate. As Dean passed Rae's hand over to the young man waiting nervously, Dean leaned over to whisper in the boy's ear. Before he stepped back, he leaned the other way and kissed Rae on the cheek.

Dean sat stiffly next to Sam. Sam leaned far enough to brush Dean's shoulder. His brother did not respond. The ceremony was short, but beautiful. By the time the new bride and groom kissed, Sam's cheeks were wet. He glanced at his brother, wondering why Dean was not ribbing him mercilessly. He was shocked to see a single wet line linking Dean's eye to his jaw. His brother's eyes were red-rimmed and very wet, his jaw clenched tight.

"They're going to take pictures afterwards," Sam whispered. Dean nodded, using the back of his hand to wipe his eyes.

After the ceremony, they sat waiting to be told where to stand for the pictures. The groom's mother rushed over to talk to Dean.

"I have been dying to meet Rae's father! She speaks so highly of you," the woman gushed, holding out her hands.

Dean met her gaze briefly, absently shaking her hand.

"It's very nice to meet you, ma'am," Sam held out his hand. "I'm Rae's uncle. You've met my brother, Dean."

"Yes, of course, the famous Uncle Sam, isn't it? Is it true she's named after you? I mean, you don't run into a girl called Sammie Rae everyday, do you?" She laughed, a high artificial laugh. Sam decided she was just nervous, and Dean's behavior was not helping.

"Mr. Winchester? Dean, may I call you Dean?" She asked, stepping purposefully in front of Dean.

He nodded before looking over her head for Rae. Rae appeared with her new husband and the photographer, ready for the group photos.

"May I ask, what did you say to my son? During the ceremony. It's all we can talk about."

Dean gave her an incredulous look. "It's all you can talk about?" he asked. "Boring family." He stepped away, headed towards Rae.

"Um, Mrs. Wilkins, he didn't mean…" That was not true. Dean meant every word. And what did he say, anyway? "He's not trying to be rude. This is just very difficult for him."

Both hands were on her hips. "Difficult, huh? Couldn't be bothered to show up for choosing the gown, the fittings, rehearsal, rehearsal dinner? What kind of father is he, anyway?" Her voice was cold and derisive.

Sam grabbed her arm, pulling her back. "He's a very good father," he whispered. "We live in Canada. This is the earliest we could come. Have you ever heard Rae complain about him?"

"Canada? Rae never mentioned Canada." Mrs. Wilkins whispered back. "She said you were from Kansas."

"Originally," Sam agreed. "But we don't live there. Haven't for as long as I can remember."

"Oh." She obviously had more she intended to say to Dean, but now he had given her something to think about. Hopefully a lot to think about.

Although the group pictures were more painful than being attacked by cursed bees, the reception was just as nice as the wedding. Not too many people, but the group was warm and friendly all the same. Dean sat picking at his plate, staring up at the newly marriage couple. Sam went over to the bar and brought back four beers. He set two in front of his brother.

"Promised I wouldn't drink too much," he mumbled, shooting Sam a look.

"Two beers isn't too much," Sam argued, "besides, it'll help take the edge off."

Dean shook his head. "Hell of a mother-in-law," he mumbled, reaching for a beer.

"Don't sweat it, Dean. I mean, just look at the mother-in-law George is getting!" Sam spread his arms wide, grinning.

Dean chuckled. "Okay, you got me there." It was the first real expression of mirth Sam had seen in weeks. Dean raised his bottle in a toast. "To the mothers-in-law."

Sam laughed, not caring if it was too loud, just glad to see his brother in a better mood even if it was at his expense. He clinked bottles with Dean before drinking to himself and Mrs. Wilkins.

"Speeches! Speeches!" A voice boomed through the reception hall. "I believe the bride's father goes first."

Dean looked panicked. "I don't suppose you'd want to, uh," he nodded at the stage.

Sam shook his shaggy hair. "Not for all the money you've ever hustled." He grinned widely.

"Knew you'd say that," Dean grumbled, standing. He made his way to the stage, amid whispers from the groom's family and their respective friends. He stood on the stage, suddenly shy. His eyes wandered the group before lighting on Rae, sitting in the back with the rest of the wedding party. She was smiling at him. He smiled back. Then his eyes dropped back to the guests and his smile broadened into the one he used while hustling.

Dean cleared his throat. "I really only have one thing to say. I don't know George well, we've only met on the phone." Chuckles from the guests erupted as his eyes snapped back to Rae's face. "But you are coming for a visit next month, right?" Her laughter echoed through the hall as she nodded at him with shouts of "yes!" Many of the guests laughed with her.

"Okay, good." Dean's gaze shifted to the groom. "That's my girl sitting there. You take good care of her." Sam noticed Dean's face harden. "I mean it." He turned and handed off the microphone before returning to his seat.

Sam leaned forward across the table. "I'm surprised you didn't threaten him," he chuckled.

Dean's eyebrows lifted briefly as he reached for his beer.

Sam's brows drew together. "But you didn't. When could you have…" Sam felt like banging his head into the wall. "During the ceremony?" he hissed. "Of all the stupid, bull-headed…"

"Hey, I wanted to give the boy a chance to back out. Too late now." Dean shrugged.

Sam shook his head, standing. Suddenly he could not stand to be in the same room as his brother. "I think I need some air." He headed toward the exit.

"Uncle Sam!"

He spun around to see Rae walking up behind him. "Uncle Sam, where are you going?" Her hair was pulled up into a perfect, fancy, curly thing on top of her head with tiny little flowers sticking out. She looked like a wingless angel in that dress, even with the stern face.

"Just need a little air, honey," he smiled at her.

"Oh. You just found out Dad threatened George, didn't you?" Her stern face melted into a grin.

"Huh? What? You knew?" Sam was floored.

"Of course!" She wrapped an arm around his waist, leading him back to the party. "I even warned George it would happen. Of course, he thought I was exaggerating." She laughed. "I bet he never doubts what I say about my Dad again!" Her arm squeezed him. "Or my uncle."

He grinned down at her. "I thought you'd be upset."

"Upset when Dad is just being Dad?" She shook her head. "You should know better than that, Uncle Sam. I might as well get upset with you when you tell Dad he's being a jerk."

"You'd be upset with me all the time," Sam chuckled.

"Exactly my point," Rae grinned up at him. "Now, since Dad gave me away, I insist on you dancing with me."

Sam looked down. They were in the middle of the stage. Apparently Dean's speech put a damper on that particular reception activity. Slow music filled the hall as Rae reached up to lay her hands on his shoulders. He moved slowly to the music, careful not to step on her dress.

"Dean hates slow dancing," Sam grinned at her.

"I know," she said with a smile. "That's why I saved this dance for my favorite Uncle."

"Sure Dean won't get jealous?" Sam teased.

"That's your problem, isn't it?" Rae threw back. They shared a private laugh, their foreheads touching as they swept around the floor, unhindered by any other dancers.

"You better make it next month, you know," Sam whispered. "He really misses you. So do I."

"I know," she whispered. "We'll be there. Honest." They danced for a while before she asked what was really on her mind. "Why were you so late, Uncle Sam?"

"He really, really misses you, Rae." Sam tried to deflect the question.

"Okay," she nodded. "I'm just glad you made it." Sam breathed deeply in relief that she understood, or if she did not that she at least forgave them.

"Freeze!" A man's voice boomed through the hall, electronically magnified. Sam's head whipped around. Dean already had both hands on top of his head. "Step away from the bride!"

Rae stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek before Sam stepped back, placing both hands on his head. Sam winked at her as large men in black uniforms with yellow letters FBI emblazoned across their backs rushed into the room. He and Dean were roughly handcuffed before being escorted out under heavy guard.

As they were being forced out of the room, Dean turned his head to shout, "Next month!"

"Yes, sir!" Rae shouted back. When the FBI had taken her family from sight, Rae motioned for the microphone. "I believe it's time for my first dance with my new husband."

The guests, sitting with slack jaws, watched with a mixture of fascination and horror as the new couple danced slowly across the floor. Rae looked over her new husband's shoulder at the reaction. "What's wrong with them?" she whispered to George.

George held his new wife close. "No idea." He hoped his new father-in-law would indeed be able to escape in time for them to visit next month. As he looked down into Rae's confident face, his doubts melted. This was some family.