"Jesus, Sam!" Dean sometimes forgot how stealthy his sasquatch of a brother could be.

"Why are you going through my stuff?" Sam asked stiffly.

"You're the one who left it out to be rifled through" Dean retorted, though he knew the excuse was weak.

Sam snorted.

"Tell me about her Sam" Dean said quietly.

Sam instantly softened. He slowly sank onto Dean's bed staring at Jessica's box.

"Where do I start?" he whispered.

"Well, what's all this?" Dean gestured to the bed.

"It was her 'treasure box' as she liked to call it. She was always adding to it. Jess showed it to me when we went to meet her parents." Sam sighed like a man well beyond his years.

"These pictures are of some of her favorite memories. Um those drawings, yeah they date all the back to kindergarten" he laughed nervously.

Dean picked up one colored in bright crayon of a prince and what he was assuming was supposed to be Jessica in front of a sunset.

"She was always doodling stuff like that. Even on the corners of her notes at Stanford." Dean nodded absently.

"And this!" He held up a piece of white cotton fabric. "This was a piece of one of her shirts that I sorta accidentally nicked with the scissors… don't ask."

Dean watched as Sam picked through every item the little box had and held them up to show him. Many were trinkets he had given to Jessica. His face simply glowed as he reminisced. Sam knew the story behind every piece of Jessica found inside that box.

His hand came to rest on the picture from the lake, his constant stream of chatter gradually dying off until he was silent.

"What's that about?" Dean asked, pointing toward the middle of the bed.

"See for yourself." Sam picked it up and handed it to Dean.

Dean took the fragile paper in both hands and read:

MY WEDDING VOW

To my Sam,

You are the single most wonderful person I have ever met. You're so kind, and caring, and just good. You always keep my best interests at heart. You are passionate in everything you do. You stop at nothing. You walk into a room, and instantly make everything better. You're strong. You make me feel so safe. You are my protector, my best friend, my love, my life. And that is why I make this vow to you my dear Sam Winchester. I vow to love and cherish you forever, and let death never do us part.

Yours truly,

Jessica

"I thought you hadn't proposed yet?" Dean said in a gruff voice.

Sam choked a laugh out. "I'm not surprised she already knew about it. I had already asked for her family's blessing so I'm sure she got a heads up. But then again Jess was always too good at figuring me out..." He looked back longingly at the page. "This just means she was going to say yes."

Dean closed the gap between them, and held Sam tight as they both cried.