Prologue

Sam looked into Jess's shining eyes. Together, they stood on the pew. He smiled, his face showing his contentment. Sam had never felt happier than he did standing with Jess, his friends and family all watching from below.

"Ready?" Asked the priest, who only needed to glance at Sam's nervously grinning face.

Thor, laptop on his lap, smiled at The Winchester's happiness. "Ready?" The priest glanced at Jess, she nodded. She had been ready for a long time now.

"Do you, Sam Winchester, take Jessica Moore, to be your wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward; for better, for worse, in happiness, and in sadness, in harm and in health, to cherish and protect, till…." Sam took a deep breath, interrupting the priest. He released the breath and nodded for him to continue, "till death do you part." He tried not to think about the hidden messages that that line inferred.

Jessica looked into his eyes, seeking, even now to be sure that he was there. She couldn't believe that he had chosen her, even after what she had done. He was still there, and he still loved her. She smiled at him and her blue eyes shown. Sam's mind cleared and she became the only thought in his head.

"Jessica Moore… I love you." He said under his breath, for only her to hear. "I do." He spoke out loud, to everyone and anyone who would listen. The priest continued with the altered vows.

"Do you, Jessica Moore, take Sam Winchester, to be your husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, in happiness, and in sadness, in harm and in health, to cherish and protect..." He paused noticing the look on her face,

"Never do you part." She mouthed, silently but clearly. He nodded.

"Never do you part." Sam smiled noticing the change in the vows, even now, she was thinking of him.

Dean's hard face softened for a moment. His smiled reached up to his eyes as the world was blessed with one of his rare smiles. Finally, his brother was getting the white picket fence life that he'd dreamed of for so, so long. He wasn't going to be a hunter - he was going to have a future.

Dean nudged Darcy, who was already crying, to point at a stained glass window. It depicted an angel, wearing a tattered beige old fashioned gown, that reached almost to his feet.

"Angels are watching over us." Dean smiled fondly at his mother's words, and looked back down to see Darcy sobbing hysterically out of pure happiness. Jess had seated them together for some reason, she was a little strange, but, not too bad, Dean had decided. Loki, all alone on the computer screen watched the ceremony, he remembered a lost lover and smiled through the tears he wasn't crying.

"I do." Said Jessica Winchester.