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Title: White Wedding
Author: [livejournal.com profile] rose_the_hat
Pairing: Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles
Rating: NC-17
Words: 31,000-ish
Summary: In which Mob Boss Jensen finally marries his Enforcer Jared Padalecki
Notes: Third installment in my October Rust ‘verse. Set five years after the events in The Power Behind The Throne and King Nothing. You need to have read those to understand this as this references events that happened in the previous stories. I wanted to write something more light-hearted and fluffier with these ultra-violent characters.

Much love as always to [livejournal.com profile] jdl71 for being awesome and reading the same shit multiple times to help me keep my timeline straight. ♥

Fic title is the Billy Idol song.





Jensen has tried his best to be patient with Aldis and Lindberg. He understands that it takes time to collate all the results of their searches—nothing showing up at hospitals or morgue records, thank fuck—but he cannot sit on his hands anymore. The wedding is roughly thirteen hours away now and they can’t wait anymore to postpone the wedding. After he got off the phone with Jared, Jensen had called the IC and other high ranking members of his Organization to the penthouse.

Jared, as he promised, arrived five minutes after their phone call. He takes Jensen in his arms and holds him tight. “It’s gonna be okay,” he whispers.

Jensen pulls back slightly and gazes up at the man he loves. “I’m sorry.” Jared’s lips part, probably to tell Jensen to stow his apology, but Jensen needs to say it. Jensen understands, even if Jared himself doesn’t, that this wedding, their marriage, cements in Jared’s mind something he has been missing since he was ten years old, a real family of his own. “I’m sorry for ruining your day, because even if it is our wedding this day means so much to you and I hate that I’m taking it away.”

Jared tilts his head to the side and his expression is so full of naked adoration and gratitude. “I love you so damn much, Jense. If I have to, I’ll move heaven and earth to find Colin. If something has happened to him, whoever is responsible will never know even a second’s peace.”

The door to the penthouse opens and the IC arrive. They all look sleepy and their clothes are rumpled. Tommy Blue and Mad Mike seem to be in actual pajamas. Jensen realizes that it is after midnight but his guys dropped anything they were doing to come to him.

“Are we having an impromptu bachelor party?” Mad Mike asks obviously not picking up on the tension in the room. “Coz if we are then I’mma need singles.”

Tommy nudges his partner and shakes his head. The heads of the rackets file in soon after the IC. First is DJ Qualls, a lanky man in his mid-thirties who ran the gambling operations. Next were A.J. Buckley and Travis Wester, who ran the Fencing and Chop Shops. Tahmoh Penikett and Matt Cohen, and, following them, Brock Kelly and Jake Abel, who ran the smuggling and gun running operations, were last to arrive.

Whereas the IC are more relaxed in manner and dress, these men took care to dress more formally, in button-ups and slacks. Everyone was attentive and respectful.

“Gentlemen,” Jensen begins. Jared is beside him, hand low on his back and pressed tight against him. “I apologize for rousing you from sleep or disturbing your night. I would never do so unless it was important.” The men assembled all make dismissive noises and hand-wave Jensen’s apology.

“For the last week, amid all the chaos of last-minute wedding details, I have been unable to contact my son Colin. Jared hasn’t heard from him. No one in my Inner Circle has either. I hate to think the worst, but at this point I’m not sure what else to think. So, until I can find Colin, and ascertain why he has pulled this little disappearing act, Jared and I have decided to postpone our wedding.”

Shocked whispers and chatter fills the room, like an insectile buzz. The relaxed faces tighten with tension and mouth turn down into grimaces; concerned and serious, ready to be called into action. These men are Jensen’s most trusted soldiers and they will go to battle for him.

“Sir.” A quiet masculine voice speaks up.

Jensen turns to see Brock Kelly addressing him. Beside him is Tahmoh, who seemed to be urging Brock to be quiet. Colin had worked with both of them throughout the summer and this year when he would come home for breaks. It was possible they knew something Jensen didn’t.

“Mr. Kelly?” Jensen inquires.

“I’m telling you, man, don’t,” Tahoma urges Brock.

Brock shrugs Tahmoh off and approaches Jared and Jensen. His face is set and determined but his eyes are fearful as they bounce between Jared and Jensen repeatedly before settling on Jensen.

“Mr. Ackles, sir. I think I know why Colin has gone off the grid.”

Behind him Tahmoh is shaking his head and looking regretful. Other Organization members draw back several steps, wanting to distance themselves from the potential traitor in their midst. The Inner Circle men all tighten ranks around Brock, however.

Jared is the first to act. Charging forward, fisting his hands in Brock’s lapels, and hauling him in. “You know something about Jensen’s son and you’ve kept quiet?” Jared shakes him hard.

Jensen crosses over to Jared and lays a hand on his bicep. “Jare.” He wholly understands Jared’s anger at someone for keeping any information about Colin, or his whereabouts, from him, but at the same time what Brock has to say may, or may not, be of importance. If it turns out to be of import, then Jensen will turn Jared loose.

Jared roughly releases Brock but pulls out his .357 and nonchalantly points it at him.

“Talk. Now,” Jensen orders.

Brock visibly swallows and his eyes cautiously watch Jared and his massive fucking hand cannon. “You had Colin working for Matt and me this last summer. Mostly Colin worked with me and we connected, despite the age difference.”

Jensen’s brows drew together. The inference, the color that was steadily rising in the man’s face all put Jensen’s hackles up. He wasn’t liking the vibe he was getting from Brock right now: guilty, remorseful. If Colin had developed feelings for Brock, and Brock had used them, took advantage of him to try and move up the ladder, Jensen would want his head on a plate, and Jared would fucking give it to him—probably wrapped in a big pretty bow.

“‘Lin and I have similar backgrounds, so we’d talk about that at first. I was trying to be his friend and mentor him, but the more time we spent together the more I liked him and he liked me and it went beyond friendship. There was an attraction building. I didn’t want to act on it. Your respect and trust in me means everything to me, sir.”

Jared cocks his gun, the click of the hammer being drawn back makes Brock jump. “Don’t try to ingratiate yourself,” Jared’s voice is subzero and Brock shudders.

“Did you molest my son?” Jensen asks, voice low, as he absorbs this information and reads the subtext in Brock’s words. He thinks about how Colin has been so quiet and awkward the last time he had seen him. An even more repugnant idea presents itself to Jensen, and he’s the one fisting his hands in Brock’s lapels. Maybe Brock came on to him and wouldn’t take no for an answer and Colin was ashamed or embarrassed. “My son is missing because you raped him!”

“No! No, sir! Never!” Brock says, appalled, but the blush rising in his sharp cheekbones darkens and his eyes tell the truth.

“What the fuck did you do to him?” Jensen shakes the shit out of the other man. All his worry and fear collide now that he has someone to focus it on. He longs to bury his fists in this man’s face, break his fucking legs, cut his dick and balls off and shove them down his goddamn throat so he chokes on them. It has been over a decade since Jensen has done any dirty work himself, but that doesn’t mean he has forgotten how. “You tell me now or I’ll take you to The Ranch and you’ll never…stop…screaming.”

Brock’s eyes widen and drift to Jared and the color runs from his face leaving him a sickly corpse-grey. “We slept together, yes, but I never forced him! I wouldn’t! I love him! I thought he felt the same for me, but he’s been pulling away for the last few months, not returning my calls or texts, and…and he’s missing now and it’s my fault.”

“You fucking know where he is! You tell me now, goddamn you, and I’ll let Jared kill you fast!”

“I don’t know, Mr. Ackles, I swear I don’t! Please! I’m just as worried as you are about ‘Lin. I’ve been going out of my mind trying to contact him and blaming myself for whatever he’s going through with all this between us.”

Everyone’s attention in the room is riveted to them and they are all frozen, as if they had looked upon the Gorgon’s face.

He can feel Jared press to his back, feel his hot breath along his cheek, feel the tension coiled inside him like a spring waiting to snap. All Jensen has to do is say is one word and Jared will unleash hell on Brock. Jensen feels Jared’s hand move, feels the barrel of the gun sliding along his waist as Jared presses it into Brock’s crotch.

“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, please, God,” Brock begs. His eyes are wide and sparkle with tears. Jensen relishes his fear, drinks it in.

“God’s not here,” Jared’s voice is flat and dead, the voice he employs during interrogations.

“Dad!” Colin’s voice, so deep and commanding captures everyone’s attention in the room. “What the hell is going on?” He strides into the room full of confidence, back and shoulders straight not at all resembling the unsure and distracted young man Jensen had last seen. “Jared, put your fucking gun away,” Colin orders, even going as far as to cover Jared’s gun hand with his own and force it down. His hard eyes scan the room. “Everyone but Brock, my dad, and Jay get the fuck out. Now.”

Jake, Matt, Tahmoh, Travis, AJ, and DJ all immediately leave, obviously picking up on the new authority Colin is projecting. The Inner Circle men, however, glance at Jensen. Jensen gives a curt nod of confirmation and they too depart.

After they are gone, Jensen wraps Colin in a tight hug. His abject relief at seeing his son alive and unharmed makes Jensen weak. Days of tension and trying his best to keep the dark thoughts away run out of him.

He pulls back, hands clamp on the young man’s shoulders and fixes him with a critical penetrating stare. “Where the fuck have you been?” Jensen asks, voice steadily rising as he asked the question, the worry melting away and being replaced by anger.

“I told you—”

“You did not! I haven’t heard from you in over a goddamn week. No one has!”

“I did.” Colin shoots back, not raising his voice but there is an icy hardness that Jensen hasn’t ever heard before. Who is this man standing in front of him? He looks like his son, sounds like him, but there is a new, more in control, more commanding presence about him. It makes Jensen proud, because that trait is something which cannot be taught. It has to come from inside, and Colin has found it. “I sent you a voicemail, sir, saying I was going through something heavy, but to not worry. I was sorting it out but instead of flying home I was going to be driving and I would be out of touch for the week.”

“I never got a goddamned voicemail! I wouldn’t be this fucking close to losing my damn mind if I had! Or postponing my wedding!”

“I sent it, Dad! I swear it. I would never want you to worry or cancel your wedding. You haven’t have you?” His eyes move from Jensen to Jared.

“We were about to and then head to California to track your fucking ass down, kid.” There is relief in Jared’s voice but also a tone that says ‘you are not the Big Boss Man yet’. Jared has mellowed a touch in the last few years, but there is still a demon in him that Colin will never be able to command; only Jensen has that power.

Colin bows his head for a moment, obviously understanding all of this. When he lifts his head again and finds their eyes, this new more assured, more confident Colin is still there, but it is slightly chastened.

“I’m sorry I worried you guys. I needed time to myself. I had shit to sort out and deal with.” Jensen watches their interplay. Jared loves the kid, but he will not answer to him. It would worry Jensen if Jared didn’t plan on retiring when Jensen did. That would be in another twenty years—maybe ten. He knew Jared cherished a dream of retiring to the Bahamas and becoming a beach bum or living on a houseboat. Jensen wanted to give him that—had already put feelers out about buying a small island in the Caribbean—but he also wanted them to be young enough to enjoy it.

Colin cuts his eyes to Brock, who looks as relieved as Jensen feels. Jensen tries to dismiss the very obvious warmth and affection in Brock’s eyes as he gazes at Colin. Colin stands beside Brock, places a hand low on his back. “We need to talk.”

“’Lin, if….”

“Later.” He turns his attention back to Jensen and Jared. “You guys are still getting married tomorrow, right?”

“And it ain’t “tomorrow” now, Kid. It’s more like in,” Jared looks at his watch, “twelve hours.”

Colin drops his head. “I’m so sorry, you guys. I was supposed to be here earlier, but had a goddamn flat, then traffic was a fucking nightmare because of some construction and I had that fitting with Sheppard. I never meant to ruin your wedding.”

“It isn’t ruined, Colin. We’re still on schedule, though it is going to be tight.” Jensen turns to Brock. “I need to speak to Colin privately. Mr. Kelly, would you leave us, please.”

“Yes, sir, of course.” Brock hesitates for a moment; then, with a gesture that is achingly familiar, Brock places his hand over Colin’s heart and kisses his temple. Colin closes his eyes and a small smile tilts up his lips. Brock inclines his head to Jensen and Jared and leaves the room.

In high school and through college Colin had only dated girls, not even a hint he had an eye for men. Jensen can understand, at least a little, why Colin had seemed distracted and distant the last time he came home. He was dealing with falling in love, possibly for the first time, and compound that with falling in love with another man. Jared had also told him that Colin seemed to be having issues with his love life and had tried to ask Jared for advice, but Jared, like Jensen, assumed Colin had been asking about a woman. He doesn’t care with whom Colin finds his happiness but he can’t lie and say that the age difference between Brock and Colin doesn’t bother him, but Colin is twenty-three, soon to be twenty-four, old enough to know his own mind.

“Colin,” Jensen says and the young man’s eyes snap to his. “I understand, better than anyone, the desire to keep your private life to yourself. I am not going to intrude, just answer me this, son. Anything that happened between you and Brock was with your full and complete consent. No pressure, no coercion, no threats, no demands, no emotional blackmail at all.”

Colin’s gaze does not waver. “No, sir. Never. I’m in love with Brock.”

Jensen nods, accepting that.


***


Jared lay in bed, trying to get some sleep while he can. Now that Colin was back he felt lighter and more at ease than he had in days. Jared wasn’t sure about the development between Colin and Brock. He would take his cues from Jensen about it. Jensen seemed cautiously accepting. Jensen—and himself—only wanted Colin to be happy. He certainly seemed to be, in that quiet way that Jensen had about him when he was happy. Jared saw so much of Jensen in the young man. When Colin had entered the room and fearlessly pushed Jared’s gun away from Brock, Jared registered the shift in Colin. From apprentice to master. From boy to Man. In his time off the grid Colin had come firmly into his own as heir to Jensen’s throne. Jared could acknowledge it and respect it, but he would never bow to it. He bowed to one man and one man alone—his husband-to-be.

He glances at the clock. Two twenty-three in the morning. T-minus eleven and a half hours until he was a married man. He had seen Sheppard earlier in the day for his final fitting. His appointment with the hair stylist was tomorrow—rather today—at noon. So he should have plenty of sleep, except he couldn’t fall asleep.

Jensen. He missed him so much. Even if he was just three floors away, and had left the penthouse half an hour ago, Jared felt as if some vital part of him was missing. It probably wasn’t healthy to be so attached to another person, but Jared never claimed to be a normal well-adjusted guy.

He reached out, grabbed his phone, and dialed Jensen. He just wanted to hear his voice. Maybe they could stay on the phone until they fell asleep.

“Jare? You okay?” Jensen asks and his sexy raspy voice is a balm.

“Yeah. Just missing my baby.”

“I miss you, too, Sir,” Jensen sighs out, full of longing.

Ridiculous, but it makes him happy that everything he feels, Jensen feels as well. He smiles and he doesn’t need a mirror to know it is a completely dopey besotted smile. “Did I wake you?”

“No. Even though I need to, I can’t seem to go to sleep.”

Jared feels guilty for still enforcing his no-seeing-each-other-before-the-wedding edict. He knows Jensen has anxiety with the night and dark. Knows he still has nightmares sometimes and the scare with Colin might cause some bad dreams. His heart lurches at the idea of Jensen waking up screaming and Jared not being there to help him. Jensen doesn’t sound scared or anxious; so, maybe he’s okay in that regard, but after sleeping beside someone for twenty years it’s hard to sleep alone.

“Maybe I can help you fall asleep,” Jared lowers his voice a register and reaches down to cup his dick. “Mmm, how ‘bout you get that pretty dick out and play with it for me, baby.”

“Sure you just don’t wanna come up and play with it yourself, Sir?” He can hear Jensen shifting, the rustle of sheets, hears Jensen’s soft sigh as he takes himself in hand.

Jared’s own dick swells at the sound. “No, baby, no seeing each other before the wedding. Jerk yourself off for your Sir. Don’t be quiet about it either. I wanna hear every moan, every sigh, and when you come I wanna hear you scream.”

Jensen moans, a little breathy helpless whimper, and Jared’s cock twitches. He idly strokes himself, rolls his balls in his hand. He doesn’t plan on getting off tonight; he’s saving it for the honeymoon. “You leaking, baby?”

Another moan, louder, higher. He can hear the soft slick slap of Jensen jerking his cock. “Yeah,” a breathy sigh.

“How about you play with those cute little nipples for me?”

A sweet liquid moan flows over the line. Jared closes his eyes, picturing Jensen spread out in the king bed, stroking that pretty cock, pinching his sensitive nipples. Lights on enough to illuminate the majority of the room and to see the pink blush that Jared knows stains Jensen’s fair freckled skin.

“Want me to lick ‘em, baby? Bite ‘em with my teeth?” Jared asks, voice a bit rougher.

Louder shuddering moan. “Yes, Sir. Please.”

“Mmmm,” Jared rumbles, his cock his throbbing in his hand but just gives little teasing strokes. “My mouth so hot and wet on your chest. Haven’t shaved, gotta good scruff goin’ on, gonna rasp against that soft skin of yours while I kiss and lick your nipples, but you like it, don’t you?”

He can hear Jensen shifting restlessly over the line, the slap-slap of his hand on his cock picking up speed. “Sir, yes. Please. Please.”

“So sexy the way you beg for me. Please, what? Tell your Sir what you want.”

“Sir, may I, please, play with my hole?”

Jared bites his bottom lip, his cock kicks and a bead of precum oozes from the slit. His balls are not gonna be happy with him for putting this off, but it will more than be worth it the first time he makes love to his husband. “Yes, baby. Lick your fingers, get ‘em good and wet and think of my tongue up your ass.”

“Ahh!” Jensen moan is garbled. Jared can hear the wet sound of Jensen sucking on his fingers.

“So good for me, baby. When I get you on that beach, I’m gonna tongue-fuck you ‘til you scream. Then, I’m gonna shove my big cock so deep in your tasty ass you won’t be able to breathe. Gonna fuck you hard and fast, fill you up with my cum. Its gonna be a big load, too, because I’m not allowing myself an orgasm until it’s with you.” His dick feels like an iron rod in his hand; precum leaks steadily from the nearly purple tip. He releases his cock and clenches his hand in the duvet; the other grips the phone almost hard enough to crack his phone case. He licks his lips, feels sweat trickle down from his hairline. “After I’ve come, I’m gonna lick it out of you—”

Jensen whines, whimpers, cries out. Jared imagines him writhing on the bed, cock in his hand, fingers in his ass, sweat pearling on his blushing skin, biting that luscious bottom lip, eyes squeezed shut. So fucking hot.

“Yeahhhh,” Jared drawls out the word. “Like that idea, don’t ya? My baby is so dirty. That makes Sir very, very happy.” It also makes his balls feel like they wanna burst. “Gonna lick my come from your ass and feed it back to you.”

“Sir!” Jensen cries, sounds utterly wrecked, breathless, helpless “Sir! I’m so close.”

“I can tell,” Jared says. “Stroke that dick. Fuck that perfect ass with your fingers. How many you got up there now? Three? Maybe four? Still not enough for your greedy hole, is it? No, you need this dick.”

“Oh God. I’m gonna come. Can I come, Sir? Please, let me come, Sir. Please.”

“You can come, baby.”

Jensen wails as he comes and Jared sighs and closes his eyes, drinking in his sweet sounds. Jesus his cock hurts, but he meant what he said. He wasn’t going to allow himself to get off until he and Jense were on their honeymoon. He listens to Jensen coming down from the high of his orgasm. Imagines the streaks of come splattered on his chest, his cheeks so pink, eyes dazed from his climax.

“You okay, baby?” Jared asks after Jensen’s panting breaths have subsided.

“Mmmhmm,” Jensen sighs. Jared can feel the weight of his fatigue through the phone line. He wants to gather him up and hold him as he falls asleep.

“Good. You go to sleep now, Jense. I love you and cannot wait to marry you.”

“Love you too, Jare,” Jensen says, slurs actually. “Hmm,” he gives a sleepy laugh. “Night Jared Pad-Ackles.”

“Good night,” Jared says softly and ends the call. He lies there, waiting for his arousal to cool, his cock to deflate a little.

Jared Ackles. In mere hours from now his name will be bonded to Jensen’s, inextricably linked forever. It fills him with a bone-deep satisfaction. After a few more minutes of musing about it, he gets out of bed and walks to the en suite to take a very cold shower.



***



Jensen was nervous. Why the hell should he be nervous? He and Jared had been together for twenty fucking years. Standing here before an altar ready to make vows shouldn’t be such a big deal, but somehow it was. His heart was pounding, his hands were sweaty, and his stomach was a little queasy. Colin was beside him, surreptitiously Jensen looks at the boy—man—beside him. He was glad that Colin now seemed to be at peace with himself. He wanted Colin to experience the kind of love he had for Jared and from Jared. Time would tell if Brock was as devoted to Colin as he had seemed. If he wasn’t…. Well, that was for another day and time.

The members of the Inner Circle were their groomsmen, Kane, Lazy Jase, and Stevie Guitar stood, with Colin, beside Jensen. Tommy Blue, Mad Mike, and Pete waited for Jared to come down the aisle.

Jensen’s eyes briefly find Pete’s, but Pete is gazing over at Tara sitting in the front row, looking comically besotted, and she gazes back at him with hearts in her eyes. Briefly, Jensen wonders if a trip to Brooklyn to attend a wedding might be in his and Jared’s future.

Their officiant was a judge named Richard Sali who was friendly with the Organization. He smiled a gentle benevolent smile. “No need to be nervous, Mr. Ackles.”

The string quartet that had been hired strikes up the song that Jared chose to walk down the aisle to. If it is the Godfather Waltz Jensen was going to fucking leave. But, no, of course it wasn’t. Jared, for all his love of the mafia and this gangster lifestyle, loves nothing more than class and taste. Jared loves heavy music so Jensen expects something by Beethoven, but after the first few bars he recognizes the song. It is not Beethoven. It isn’t anything by a classical composer.

“Dad…is that…Metallica?” Colin leans in to whisper.

Jensen cannot help the ridiculous grin. It is it absolutely is Metallica, but it is their best known ballad one that encompasses everything Jared feels for Jensen and vice versa: Nothing Else Matters. Jensen’s racing heart, his queasy stomach all quiet. There could never be anyone in the world for him. Jared understands him, Jared will fight for him, kill for him, and if he had to, die for him, would do it all gladly.

The two violins, viola, and cello swell and Jared appears at the head of the aisle. Jensen gasps at the sight of him. Thunderstruck as he realizes Jared has cut his long beautiful hair. No more does it hang to his shoulders in stylish angles around his face but is clipped short at the back and sides, the silver at his temples very visible now, the little length left on top has been styled into a modern pompadour.

Next, Jensen takes in Jared’s suit. He knew Jared hadn’t been happy with the monochrome black and white tux they had originally picked out. Jared, ever the fashionista, has chosen slacks, shirt, and jacket in a silvery grey—coordinating with their wedding colors of royal purple and platinum— while his waistcoat and tie are pale pink with a woven silvery paisley pattern.

How is it that Jared makes Jensen feel underdressed for his own fucking wedding as he stands here in a fifteen thousand dollar bespoke tuxedo? That haute couture bastard.

Pete leans in close to Jensen. “Your boah makes pink look gooahd.”

Jensen grins but does not take his eye off of his soon-to-be husband. Jared could make a potato sack look good.

When Jared reaches the altar, he winks at Jensen and mouths “good?”

He is the sexiest man Jensen has ever seen, utterly devastating with his new haircut and wedding suit. Jensen smiles, feeling his eyes begin to sting. “Incredible,” he mouths back.

“Friends, family, honored guests, we gather here today to wed Mr. Jensen Ackles and Mr. Jared Padalecki…..”

Jensen kinda zones out as the officiant begins the ceremony. All he can focus on is Jared’s big warm hands holding his, his hazel blue eyes overflowing with love, and wobbly smile. Jensen is not going to cry. He’s not. He’s…not. Ice-Cold Ackles does not cry—not even at his own wedding to the most perfect, amazing, and loyal man in the world.

“Gentlemen, if you would like to recite your vows,” Judge Sali says giving them a warm smile.

“Jense, my life was rough before I met you. I got by. I existed. I met you and everything changed, like you were a charm, a talisman, and I began to live. For twenty years you have been a constant in my life. I treasure every day because I get to wake up next to you. All that I am, all that I have, is because of you, my reason, my talisman, my dearest and only love. So, from this day, until the end of my days I will love you, protect you, fight for you, and always put you first because you are everything to me.”

Jensen’s chest is so tight and painful, too full of emotions he has to try and put into words. He closes his eyes, takes a breath to center himself. He can feel the tears as they leave a scalding path down his cheeks. When he opens his eyes he can see everything he’s feeling reflected in Jared’s eyes.

“Jare, before I met you, I thought I knew what love was. I didn’t. I didn’t know love could be this intense and all encompassing. With you, I don’t have to be something I’m not. You don’t just compliment me; you complete me, and make me strong. I don’t know what I’ve done either in this life, or another one, to deserve your love and devotion, but I promise, now and forever, to be worthy of it; to always be there for you, treasure you, support you, keep you safe, and guard your secrets because that’s what you do for me, and never ask anything in return. I love you with every breath in my body and will do so now and until I draw my last.” Jared’s grip on Jensen’s hands increases almost to the point of pain as Jensen mentioned his last breath. Jensen grips his hands back just as hard.

“Gentlemen,” Judge Sali says, “The rings.”

Pete hands Jared his ring, while Kane gives the one he will slip on Jared’s finger. The rings are platinum from Cartier. Engraved inside Jensen’s is the word ‘Baby’ and ‘Sir’ inside Jared’s.

“Jensen, place the ring on Jared’s finger and repeat after me, please. I give you, in the presence of these witnesses, this ring as a symbol of my love and seal of my vow.”

Jensen slips the ring on Jared’s finger and repeats the words. Jared does the same, except, he lifts Jensen’s hand and kisses the ring, while giving a little wink.

“By the power vested in me by the state of Texas I hereby pronounce you wedded for life. You may kiss your husband.”

Jared’s mouth is soft and warm as it takes Jensen’s in a tender kiss. Their guests are applauding. The IC hoot, catcall, and toss handfuls of confetti and glitter over them.

“Honored guests, it is my supreme pleasure to present to you Mr. and Mr. Ackles!”

The quartet resumes playing Nothing Else Matters, as Jared and Jensen, with hands joined, turn to face their guests. For twenty years they have belonged to each other, though it was only known by those closest to them. Now, it was time for everyone to know.


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