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Get Me to the Church on Time Pt. 5

Series Summary: It's Dean and Julie's wedding day. What could go wrong?

Chapter Summary: Time for the honeymoon.

Series Warnings/Explicit 18+: Some show level violence, eventual smut, fluff, smidge of angst. Chapters will have individual warnings.

Chapter Warnings: Here be the smut! Unprotected PinV Sex, oral (f receiving) fingering, beginnings of a hand job, kind of semi-public sex, tiniest hint of a praise kink if you squint. Also lots of fluff.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x OFC (Julie)

Word Count: 2,762

**I sincerely apologize for putting this series up a second time. For some bizarro reason, Tumblr won't let me edit them, and they don't open properly when I click on them, it's being a giant pain, so I'm hoping if I repost them, I can change what I need and fix the problem. 🤞🏼🤞🏼**

A/N: Dean and Julie are back! Each part will vary between 500+ and 2000+ words. I will be releasing all the parts today, September 15th, as part of my 1K follower celebration! 😊💓

The parts will be released as follows:

Part 1 - 8:00 AM

Part 2 - 10:00 AM

Part 3 - 12:00 PM

Part 4 - 3:00 PM

Part 5 - 6:00 PM ||

*Times are all based on CST*

A/N 2: So, as I stated this mini-series is part of my 1K followers celebration. For the celebration I asked people to send in gif prompts, or requests for me to write, all of which would be posted on my birthday, which is TODAY! 🎉

I only ended up with 6 prompts/requests, so I thought I would mix the prompts in with my own ideas, and I decided to write this little mini-series as well as a (hopefully) special surprise for those who enjoyed Dean and Julie in Green is My Favorite Color.

At 7:00 PM, I will post my last fic for the celebration, the first chapter of my sequel series, I Will Find You in the Dark!

Hope you enjoy my contributions for the day! 😘😘

This will also fulfill my Writing Prompt: Write about a car ride.

Both beautiful text dividers, below and at the bottom, were created by @talesmaniac89. 💓 Title card was designed by me.

The group swarmed around them, pulling them apart and hugging and congratulating them both.

It was the best day of Julie's life, bar none. Within a few minutes, the pews in the church had been pushed aside to make room for dancing, celebrating, and the general idiocy typical of wedding receptions.

Like magical elves, Jody and Charlie produced delicious food and drinks, from out of nowhere, and Julie hugged them tightly.

"Thank you so much. I don't know what I would have done without you here." She gushed, incapable of keeping tears from her eyes. The three women shared more hugs and cheek kisses, before Dean found his way back to Julie's side and claimed her attention.

As they enjoyed the food and good company, most of the hunters who'd left, returned now that their duties were done, and a couple brought more friends to the party, so there was a decent group present to celebrate their marriage. The night was filled with laughter and music blaring over the PA.

At one point in the evening, Dean told Sam to find "Brown-Eyed Girl" by Van Morrison on his phone, and as the song started, he pulled Julie to her feet for their first dance.

Surprised and thrilled, she clung to Dean and laughed tearfully again, as the whole group joined in on the chorus. Towards the end of the song, others joined them on the makeshift dance floor, and with the focus off of them, Dean pulled Julie flush with his body and sang softly into her ear.

Making love in the green grass

Behind the stadium with you

My brown-eyed girl

You, my brown-eyed girl

The world seemed to narrow to just the two of them and Julie swore to never forget the perfection of this moment.

As the night wore on, the party slowed down, and everyone sat, just chatting in groups, occasionally someone's story would pull the attention of the whole group and they'd all listen in to tales of hunters' adventures. For everyone there, it was a peaceful, happy lull in their otherwise busy, dangerous lives, and they treasured it.

Julie spent most of the evening sitting in Dean's lap, cuddled into his chest with his arms wrapped loosely around her. He had his hands on her constantly, running his fingers through her long hair, or gliding up and down her arms, or squeezing her knee with his big callused hand.

Every touch was a tiny preview of what was to come; he warmed her skin everywhere his fingers pressed, and she relished the anticipation.

As the evening moved into night, the old church became chilly and Julie shivered from something more than just Dean's roaming hands.

Dean held her tighter. "Are you cold?" He asked, pulling his suit jacket from beside him on the pew and wrapping it around her shoulders. He'd long ago abandoned his coat and tie.

Julie nodded as she snuggled into the jacket and into him. "A little."

"Yep, there you go again," Dean teased, "stealing my jacket. Shoulda put that in the vows - 'I promise to always provide you with jackets'."

Julie laughed. "I can't help it, your jackets are cozier than mine." She inhaled deeply. "And they smell like you."

Dean's eyes darkened and he kissed the top of her head and then her lips, ever so gently.

In the deepest, most seductive voice Julie had ever heard, he pressed his lips to the shell of her ear and asked. "What do you say, Mrs Winchester, time to get outta here?"

Julie shivered and then looked up at him through her lashes. "What do you have in mind, Mr. Winchester?"

Dean bit into his bottom lip before speaking in a tone full of innuendo. "Wanna go for a ride?"

Julie answered with a wicked grin. "Well that is a very leading question, sir."

The "sir" brought on a low growl from Dean. "Mmm...yeah it is, and I know exactly where it's leading me."

Suddenly he sprang to his feet, tossing Julie over his shoulder like a sack of flour. She squealed loudly, holding down the back of her skirt, as the guests started laughing, having been jolted out of their quiet conversations.

Dean called out to the group. "'Okay, that's it - time for our honeymoon now so, adios!"

Julie squealed some more and laughed as she pounded his back, until Dean flipped her around so he was carrying her in a much more appropriate bridal style.

Everyone clamored around them, saying their goodbyes and more congratulations. The wedding party pulled out the salt rounds they had set aside for this moment and cracked them open, showering the departing couple with salt.

They were sent from the church with all good wishes and endless love from their friends and found family.

Dean put Julie in the passenger seat before climbing in to the driver's side. As soon as he was settled behind the wheel, however, he pulled Julie unceremoniously into his lap, making her gasp loudly. He started the car, and peeled out of the church parking lot.

Julie laughed as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "This is so illegal and dangerous." She said without really caring.

With one hand on the wheel, Dean tucked Julie closer to his body. "Nah! Baby's a tank." He rubbed the wheel affectionately with his thumb. "She won't let anything hurt us."

They drove through the darkness, for over an hour, talking about the day, how awful the fight with the demons had been, but how wonderful everything had ended up. They laughed together and sang along to the radio when they liked the song. It was a fantastic start to their married life.

But finally Dean could no longer take the gentle torture of Julie all soft and eager in his arms, pressing kisses to his neck, her sweet, round ass bouncing against his hardening cock with every bump in the highway.

At the very next rest stop he came to, he pulled over to the little open area on the side of the highway, incredibly grateful to see they'd be alone. An audience wouldn't have stopped him, but this way they could leave discretion behind.

"What are we stopping for?" Julie asked, wide, brown eyes pretending innocence.

Dean turned off the ignition and lifted Julie so she was straddling him, knees on either side of his thighs, sinking into the soft leather seats. She balanced herself with her hands on his shoulders, and Dean's hands spanned her waist before running up her back.

"I thought I'd take you out of this pretty little, virginal, white dress." He said, voice husky with desire.

Julie affected a little pout. "Don't you like it?"

Dean moaned long and silky as he ran his rough hands up under the hem of the dress and over her bare thighs, before finding and squeezing the globes of her ass firmly.

"I like it...a lot." He said in between kissing the soft skin just above the neckline of her dress.

"But..." He slid his hand forward along the crease of her thigh until he found her ruined panties and pushed past them to slide two thick fingers inside her. "I know for a fact that the virginal white part is a lie."

She bunched his shirt up in her fists and threw her head back as he slowly pumped in and out of her. Her voice was high-pitched and breathless as she rode his hand. "Well, whose fault is that?"

Dean chuckled as he laid her down on the front seat and slid down the zipper on the side of her dress. "All mine, sweetheart. It's all mine."

He pulled the dress off and laid it gently in the back seat so it wouldn't be ruined. Then he slowly released the many small hooks along the front of the lacy, half corset thing she'd been wearing beneath the dress so she didn't need a bra.

She sighed with relief as the last hook popped the garment open. Dean tutted and shook his head as he saw the long, red lines the wired underthing had left on her pale skin.

He kissed all along the marks, his soft lips sliding across her skin and his tongue laving soothingly across the redness. He reached her right breast and captured her nipple in his teeth.

She moaned raggedly, pushing her hands into his hair. He then pulled the flesh of her breast between his plump lips, drawing deeply. He raised his hand and palmed her other breast, kneading it roughly before placing soft kisses along the valley of her breasts, trailing them down her torso.

"You're so perfect, Jules, so soft, so..." He reached the waistband of her panties and nipped her skin there. "You're just so fucking hot."

He yanked down her panties. "And I need to taste you so badly."

He pushed her legs open, one of them bracing against the floor of the car and the other bent over Dean's shoulder. He contorted his body slightly in the confines of the car, and lifted her hips towards him as though she was the most decadent meal.

He breathed in her scent deeply before burying his face in her heat, sucking and licking, and making her squirm against his hold, simultaneously desperate for more, while also trying to catch her breath and get a break from the blinding pleasure he was delivering.

But Dean held her tight against his mouth, refusing to give up the delicacy of her sweet and tangy juices. He nibbled lightly on her clit, running his teeth feather light over the hard nub and Julie reared up off the seat, digging her heel into his back in a bid to get closer to his mouth.

Dean gave her what she needed, dipping his tongue into her entrance a half dozen times before she screamed and came, shuddering wildly against his mouth.

Dean took her leg from over his shoulder and set it on the seat, as he moved up to lay over her. The air was cool, and her skin was covered in gooseflesh. Bracing himself on his elbow, Dean ran his right hand down Julie's body.

"Are you cold again, sweetheart?" Julie nodded, still breathless and fuzzy-headed.

Dean chuckled softly. "Well, you're laying on my jacket, so I'll have to warm you up another way." He said as he rose to his knees and stripped off his white button down.

Julie sighed with pleasure as she reached up to run her hands across the broad, thick muscles of his torso, her fingernails scraping softly through the light-colored trail of hair that dipped below his waistband.

She unbuckled his belt and undid the button on his pants, rubbing him through his underwear. Dean's breath caught in his throat and he put his hand on Julie's, curling her fingers tighter around his cock.

"Uhn, fuck." Dean groaned and Julie was encouraged to pull down his pants and underwear, letting his rock hard dick spring out. She gripped him in her hand and he was so thick she could barely close her fingers around him.

She pumped her hand up and down a few times, loving the silky, hot feel of his skin. She let go of him for a moment, dipping her fingers into the slick that pooled between her thighs and using her wetness as lubrication as she pumped him harder and faster.

Dean let out a groan that turned into a growl as she squeezed the head of his shaft and ran her thumb across his wet slit. He bucked hard into her hand before he grabbed her wrist to pull her hand away.

He moved over her again, pinning down the wrist he still held, above her head.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he whispered hot and rough against the side of her neck, "I wanna bury myself in you completely, come inside you so deep, and if you keep touching me, I'm just gonna spill all over your hand like a horny teenager."

Julie giggled breathlessly as he sucked on her pulse point and then trailed his fingertips back down her body, sinking two fingers into her cunt and scissoring her open, getting her ready for him.

She cried out in ecstasy as the rough pads of his fingers found her sweet spot and swept across it.

"Dean, oh god, please! Need it, please fuck!" She chanted nonsensically.

"What do you need, sweetheart, tell me?" Dean encouraged as he pressed harder on the spongey spot inside her, taking her to the edge before pulling back, and making her whimper with need.

"Please, you. Please." She said, arching her back, chasing his fingers.

But in spite of his straining, leaking cock, Dean wouldn't relent until she told him.

"Use your words, Jules, what do you need? Open your eyes and tell me."

Julie opened her eyes and looked at him and he almost came on the spot from the look of tortured bliss in her eyes.

Her voice was hoarse with wanting him. "I need you to fill me up, pound into me, pour into me." She reached down and dug her nails into his plump ass, pushing him towards her. "And I need it now. Fuck Dean! Now!" She demanded hooking both her legs around the back of his thighs and pushing again.

He grunted rough as he lined himself up at her entrance. "Good girl." He praised her before slamming into her in one long, hard stroke.

Julie groaned deliciously and Dean began flicking his tongue over her pert nipples and rubbing his middle finger in tight circles against her clit.

He slowed down his thrusts wanting to make the moment last as long as possible. It was their first time making love as a married couple and there was something magical about it to Dean. He'd never admit it, but watching Julie open her body to him, pull him in deep, seeing the intense pleasure sweep across her face made his chest tighten and moisture gather in his eyes.

She was just so beautiful. And she was his; she'd promised to be his forever.

He shifted his hand from where it gripped her wrist, and instead grabbed her hand, entwining his fingers with hers. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and rocked his hips against her.

With every thrust, his pelvic bone rubbed deliciously against her clit and Julie let out small sighs and groans, desperately kneading the muscles in his back with her free hand.

Dean gripped Julie's hand tightly, squeezing her fingers and groaning into her neck as she clenched around his cock, coming hard and scratching her nails down his back.

He slammed home with one more thrust before cursing loudly and spilling hot and deep inside her, her name repeating on his lips.

With his heart hammering hard against his ribs, he rolled them so that they faced each other. He tucked Julie up against the back of the seat, wrapping his leg over hers and pulling his jacket around her shoulders so she wouldn't get too cold, while he held her.

He wasn't ready to let go of her just yet.

He looked down at her face as her breathing slowed and saw her eyelashes were wet with tears.

"Jules?" He asked, wiping his thumb across her damp cheek.

She opened her eyes and caught his gaze, and the love pouring from her warm amber eyes humbled him completely. She reached her hand up and ran her fingertips along his brow bone, down over his nose, along the sensual curve of his lip.

"I'm good." She whispered. "I just love you so much, and I'm so happy."

Dean kissed her fingertips and then pulled them away so he could kiss first her eyelids and then her mouth. "Me too, Jules. I'm so good."

He kissed her again. "I love you." He whispered against her lips. "And that's never gonna change. No matter what's ahead of us, I need you to know that. I mean, know it in your soul."

Julie nodded and new tears fell. "I need you to know the same. I will always love you, and I'll always want to be your wife."

Dean smiled. "Even when I break my vow and throw my clothes on the floor?" He said teasingly to keep his own tears at bay.

Julie smiled warmly, aware of what he was doing. She kissed him chastely and wrapped her arms around him tightly.

"Even then. Always."