The moment that Dean Winchester realized that he wanted to marry Piper Finley occurred the day after he was forced into the future by Zachariah.

They were laying in bed, and she was running her fingers idly up his stomach. "What do you want for breakfast?" she asked, looking up at him from where her head rested on his shoulder.

He looked down at her. "Whatever you want, kitten."

She rolled her eyes and put her hand on his chest to push herself into a sitting position. "You always say that, Dean."

He grinned and appreciated the view as she stood and stretched. "I mean it, kitten."

She smirked over her shoulder. "Yeah yeah, kiss ass. Where are my pants?"

He rolled and propped himself on his elbow to keep watching her as she chattered about reuniting with Sam, what kind of time they could make, and what to get for breakfast.

As he listened, it hit him that this was it. He never wanted to be anywhere but here, watching her get dressed. And he never wanted to do anything but talk to her about what to get for breakfast. She was it, she was everything.

She was the rest of his life.

"I love you," he said huskily, wrestling with the emotions in his chest.

She turned, her eyebrows raised in surprise. Then she smiled, and it was like the sun came up. "I love you, too, Dean."

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Dean frowned. "That's a terrible plan."

Sam frowned back. "It's the only plan we have, Dean."

Dean ran a frustrated hand through his hair. "God dammit, Sam, I don't want to use Piper as bait."

Sam sighed. "Look, I don't like it either, but what other options do we have?"

"I don't know, any other options?!"

Sam groaned. "Dean, Piper can take care of herself. You can't keep her away from the action all the time."

Dean glared at his brother. "I can do my damnedest."

xxxxx

Dean was sitting on the couch, stewing. Ellen and Jo had gotten in, and Garth had surprised them by arriving just after. Piper was on cloud nine with the whole crew here, cooking and smiling and running the kitchen like a drill sergeant.

It would have been cute if he wasn't so worried about her.

Ellen sat on the couch next to Dean, shaking him out of his thoughts. He smiled. "How's it hangin', Ellen?"

She shrugged. "Gonna try to ice the devil tomorrow, so that's something."

He nodded. "It's going to be dangerous. Listen, you guys don't have to-"

She held up a hand to interrupt him. "Shut up, jackass. We're coming."

He chuckled. "Yes, ma'am."

She looked at him closely for a moment. "So, when are you going to get down on one knee, son?"

He blinked. "What?"

She rolled her eyes. "Piper. When are you proposing?"

He tried to keep the surprise off of his face by taking a swig of his beer. "Never even crossed my mind."

She rolled her eyes again and smacked him upside the head. "Dean, I ain't stupid. If you haven't already bought a ring, I'll eat Bobby's hat."

He shifted uncomfortably, unable to meet her eyes. "I haven't thought about it, Ellen."

She stared at him evenly for a while. "Then you're an idiot, Dean," she said affectionately.

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Later, Dean was still glaring at Sam while they piled dishes in the sink, but he couldn't say anything.

He didn't want to put Piper in danger. He didn't want her to come at all. He didn't want to use her as bait, he didn't want her walking into the demon's lair with them, and he didn't want her coming with them to try to kill Lucifer.

They convened to the living room, and Piper came in behind him with several beers in her hand to pass out. Very casually, as she handed the last beer to Bobby, she said, "All right, Dean. Let's get this over with."

Dean turned to her with a frown. "What?"

Piper put her hands on her hips. Bobby and Sam were both staring at her with wide eyes. Garth, Ellen and Jo looked on with glittering amusement in theirs. And Piper was glaring at Dean.

"You know what. Let's have it."

He frowned harder. "What the hell are you talking about?"

She smiled sadly. "The conversation we have every time we're about to do something crazy and dangerous, Dean. And if you try to tell me you weren't thinking about it, I'll hit you."

He winced guiltily. "Pipes, come on-"

"'Pipes, come on,'" she mocked gently, pitching her voice lower when she was speaking as Dean. "'Pipes, it's dangerous, stay with Bobby.' No, Dean, I was a hunter before, and I'm a hunter now, I can handle it. 'This isn't like normal hunting, woman! It's worse, it's more dangerous, kitten, stay here.' No, Dean, I'm fine. 'You're not fine, Piper, you're in danger.' I'm always in danger, Dean, I'm staying with you. 'God dammit, kitten.'"

She pointed a finger at him. "Dean Winchester, I've been hunting with you for three years now, and I have made it through just fine. So screw you, I'm staying." She looked at him expectantly. "Anything you'd like to add?"

He was suddenly overwhelmed by her.

She was beautiful. She had always been beautiful, her purple hair falling freely over her shoulder, her hazel eyes snapping fire at him. She was a mind reader, she always knew what he was thinking. She was his one good thing, his best friend, the only damn thing that got him out of bed half the time.

She was Piper.

And here she was, fighting to stay with him. Always fighting to stay with him.

"Marry me."

She stilled completely, and her eyes widened. He couldn't stop staring at her, the other people in the room faded away. Her pretty mouth dropped open a little, and the whole world seemed to come to a gentle but complete stop.

"What did you just say to me?" she breathed out.

"Marry me, Piper."

"Oh, my God," her hand flew to her mouth, her hazel eyes like saucers over it. "Oh, my God, you said it again."

He fished in his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He rifled through until he found the ring he'd been carrying around for weeks.

"Oh, my God," she whispered.

He walked toward her slowly, gently bending down onto one knee in front of her. "I love you, Pipes. Marry me. Stay with me."

She seemed to be frozen, her right hand clamped over her mouth. Slowly, he took her left hand, his eyes never leaving hers. When he slipped the ring onto her finger, her eyes whipped down to it.

It was a silver band, with a simple line of diamonds across the top. It was pretty, but not overdone. It was simple, but elegant. He'd known as soon as he'd laid eyes on it. Just like he'd known as soon as he'd laid eyes on Piper.

She was silent for a few long moments, but he stayed where he was, kneeling in front of her, giving her time to adjust. For once in his life, Dean Winchester wasn't nervous or scared. He was sure, sure of her answer, sure of his future, sure of Piper.

And a man who's sure is a man who has time to wait.

"Yes," she said softly, looking down at him with tears in her eyes. Her lips tilted up into a smile. "Yes, of course it's yes, yes."

He stood and pulled her close to him, nuzzling her neck as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "Say it again," he said huskily, relief and amazement washing through him despite his assurance.

Her arms were around his neck, and her fingers speared themselves through the short hair at his nape. "Yes," she whispered into his ear. "Yes, I'll marry you, yes."

A whoop from the other side of the room brought them out of the little bubble they were in. Garth was grinning like an idiot, and Ellen and Jo had tears in their eyes. Jo rushed forward to pull a laughing and crying Piper into a hug.

Sam grinned and stood, hugging Dean hard. "Finally," his younger brother said happily, his voice rough with emotion.

Ellen was next, going on tiptoe to wrap her arms around Dean's neck. "Knew you already had it," she said smugly.

Dean shook Bobby's hand, watching as Garth hugged Piper and swing her around. "'Bout time," Bobby grumbled.

Dean grinned, and turned to hug Jo, who had smacked him on the arm and was crying.

When they all settled back down, and Dean pulled Piper into his lap on the couch. She came easily, spinning the ring on her left finger and running her hand through the hair on the nape of his neck.

"So, when do you think you want to do it?" Jo asked, excitement shining in her eyes.

"As soon as possible," Piper said cheerfully. She looked at Dean, and the love in her eyes floored him again. "I'd marry you tomorrow if I could." He grinned.

Garth's eyebrows rose. "Well, I don't want to brag, but I'm ordained."

Bobby frowned. "Why the hell are you ordained, Garth?"

Garth blinked. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Sam sat up, grinning. "We have the Fed suits, and Pipe, you have dresses."

Jo laughed and clapped her hands. "Oh, my God, you guys could get married tomorrow!"

Dean looked up at Piper, peace stealing over his heart. "Up to you, Pipes."

She looked into his eyes for a long time. She put a hand on his face, and he gazed up at her, taking the opportunity to observe how fucking gorgeous she was.

She became even more so when she grinned. "Let's get hitched, Winchester."

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"Oh, Bobby, it's beautiful." Piper ran her hand along the beautiful ivory lace in front of her. She looked up at Bobby with tears in her eyes. "But I can't."

He shrugged and didn't meet her eyes. "Ain't nobody else gonna use it."

She tilted her head to the side. "Bobby, come on. This is too much."

He was trying to give her Karen's wedding gown. She was touched beyond belief, and she was shocked. The dress was lovely, with a sweetheart neckline, capped sleeves, and an empire waist. It was gorgeous.

But it was too much. She smiled and held the gown up to her. "Bobby, it's too short. I think I'm probably a little taller than Karen was."

"I can tailor it," Ellen said softly from the doorway. "We can shorten it a little, make it tea length." Her eyes were misty, too.

Piper blinked. "What's happening?"

Bobby met her eyes. "You're mine, Pi. Let me take care of this."

She put the dress back on the bed, then stood and flung herself into Bobby's arms. "Thank you," she whispered softly. "I love you, too, Dad."

xxxxx

That night, Piper flatly refused to sleep in a bed without Dean, despite Ellen's irritated look. She was too excited to sleep, so she made sure the curtains were open so she could admire her ring in the moonlight.

Dean was behind her, his face buried in her hair, his arm tight around her waist. "Like it, kitten?"

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She felt him smile against her. "Good."

She turned in his arms and placed a hand on his face. "I love you," she whispered, her eyes filling with tears.

He kissed her tenderly. "You, too, kitten."

She cuddled into him, nestling her head under his chin. "We're getting married tomorrow," she said softly, in awe.

When he has said the words, "Marry me," her world had tilted up on it's axis. The sight of him on one knee in front of her, asking her to stay with him, was seared into her. It would be with her for a long time.

The happiness bubbling up through her was something she didn't get enough of, so she was going to bask in it while it was here.

She heard the smile in his voice. "Mrs. Piper Winchester, huh?"

The emotions in her chest spilled over, and instead of responding, she cried softly into his chest.

And he held her.

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Sam had rarely been so happy. His big brother and his best friend were getting married. He knocked gently on Piper's bedroom door the next day. "Piper? It's me."

The door opened a sliver to reveal Jo. Her eyes were narrowed. "Is Dean with you?"

He grinned and shook his head. "Nope, just me."

"Come on in, Sammy," Piper's voice called out.

He stepped in, admiring Jo's lovely legs in the dress she was wearing. But when he turned, his mind went blank when she saw Piper.

She was turned and smiling at him. She was wearing an ivory lace dress that fell to just below her knees, with a wide ribbon around her waist. Her feet were bare, and her long, lavender hair was loose around her shoulders.

Her eyes were glowing. She walked toward him with a soft smile. "What do you think?"

"You're beautiful, Pipe," he said honestly. She was.

She went up on tiptoe to press a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you, Sammy."

Jo smiled and slipped out the door. "I'm gonna go make sure Dean's ready."

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Once Sam left, Piper turned back to the mirror and tried to stop grinning like a fool. It was impossible. She felt like she was floating. Almost her whole family was here.

Smiling, she closed her eyes. Cass?

The fluttering of wings behind her made her sigh with relief. She turned and smiled. "Hi, wings."

His eyes were wide. "What's happening?"

"Dean and I are getting married in a few minutes, and I was wondering if you'd come?"

Castiel blinked, then a little smile tilted his lips up. "Ah, yes, today is the day, isn't it?"

Suspicious, she glared at him. "Did… Did you know this was going to happen?"

He nodded. "It was written."

She thought about being irritated, but the day was too perfect. So instead, she smiled again. "Will you come?"

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Dean was kneeling so Bobby could fix his tie. "Why do I need to wear a tie?"

Bobby smacked him on the side of the head. "Because you're getting married, jackass."

Dean grumbled, but the peace that had soaked into him was too good to be an too much of an ass.

"Dean, listen-" Bobby began.

Dean held up a hand. "Is this where you tell me that if I hurt Pipes, you'll kill me?"

Bobby chuckled. "If you hurt Piper, she'll gut you herself."

Dean grinned. "Yeah, she's great, isn't she?"

Bobby smiled as Dean stood. "I'm proud of you, son." Bobby said roughly.

Dean fought against the emotions rising in him. Those words from Bobby were probably some of the most important words Dean could ever hear. He wanted to say that he loved him, too. He wanted to tell Bobby how much he meant to Dean, how he had always looked up to him.

But God dammit, he was already getting married, how many girl moments could a man have in a day?

So instead, "Hey, no chick flick moments."

Bobby rolled his eyes. "Idjit."

There was a gentle knock on the door. "Are you guys ready?"

xxxxx

Dean felt his heart stop completely when he saw Piper pushing Bobby in front of her down the makeshift aisle. Oh, fuck.

They were in Bobby's backyard, the only relatively nice place in the place. Sam and Cass were standing behind Dean, Jo and Ellen were on the other side, Garth was officiating, and Dean couldn't breathe.

She came and stood in front of him, beaming up at him. He could barely think around the emotions swelling in him.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the love two people have for each other," Garth said happily. "And since there's no reason at all they shouldn't be married, everyone shut your traps and let's do this, since the bride told me if I took too long, I was subject to bodily harm." He turned to Dean. "Dean?"

He had taken some time to memorize their vows. "I, Dean Winchester, take you, Piper Finley, for my lawful wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do us part." He slipped the ring onto her finger again. They hadn't had time to get an actual wedding band, but Piper had insisted she didn't want one.

"Piper?"

"I, Piper Finley, take you, Dean Winchester, for my lawful husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do us part." She slipped his mother's wedding ring onto his finger. His right hand felt weird and light without it, but it was short notice, and Pipes had said it felt right. He agreed.

Garth grinned. "Then it is my absolute pleasure to pronounce you husband and wife. You may-"

Dean didn't wait. He took her lovely face in his hands and pressed his smiling lips to his wife's.

xxxxx

Piper was sitting next to Dean at the table, fighting impatience. They were eating dinner, everyone was happy and tipsy. Castiel was drinking Ellen under the table, Sam and Jo were flirting shamelessly, and Bobby and Garth were in deep discussion about something.

And her husband was looking rather delicious with his tie undone and his sleeves rolled up, showing off his tan, muscular forearms. She was itching to touch him.

He was her husband. She was so aroused she could barely think straight. And he wasn't helping by rubbing small circles on the inside of her knee with his thumb under the table.

Suddenly, she'd had enough. She leaned over and let her lips brush his ear. "If you're not inside me in the next ten minutes, I'll shoot you."

She smirked when he shuddered and stood. "Taking the missus to bed now," he said simply. He turned and scooped her into his arms. She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck, kicking her bare feet gently in the air.

She didn't get to see anyone's reaction, because by the time anyone spoke, Dean was already shutting the door behind them. He set her on her feet and spun her, pinning her against the wall and taking her hips hard in his hands. He nuzzled her neck, smiling against her when she leaned her head back and sighed.

"Mrs. Winchester," he said formally, just before he bit her shoulder lightly.

She gasped, his actions and his words sending her into a tizzy. "Oh, fuck, Mr. Winchester."

He smiled against her again. "Good girl."

He spun her again, pressing her front against the door. He slowly unzipped her dress, running his rough hand along the flesh he exposed. She shuddered, whimpering a little and leaning back into him.

He slowly slipped the dress off of her shoulders, and it pooled at her feet. Before he could touch her again, she turned and placed a hand on his chest. "Down, boy," she said softly, stepping out of the dress and bending to pick it up. "This isn't ours, we have to take care of it."

She draped it over a chair, then stepped back to admire it. When he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her, she leaned back into him again, threading her fingers through his.

They stood silently for a moment, then he dipped his head whisper in her ear. "We were in the middle of something," he growled softly.

She shivered and turned in his arms, smiling up at his handsome face. "Yes, we were."

He lifted her easily, walked to the bed, and tossed her onto it. She laughed softly, but watching him unbuttoned his shirt took her breath away. She twisted and pulled herself up onto her knees so she could push it off of his shoulders, then pulled the t-shirt he was wearing over his head.

He chuckled darkly when her hands went to his belt, and he reached around to take her bra off. "In a hurry, Pipes?"

She looked up to kiss him hard, dragging her teeth along his bottom lip. "Yes," she moaned softly. "I want to fuck my husband."

He groaned into her mouth and pushed her back onto the bed, crawling over her and pinning her there with his weight. "God, it's sexy when you talk dirty," he muttered into her ear, one hand snaking down to rub against her core through her panties.

She arched into his hand and whimpered. "Dean, I'm still willing to shoot you."

He looked up and grinned. "Is this how it's gonna be now, kitten? You're violent when you're married."

Her eyes narrowed. "I'm violent anyway, and this is how it's always been." She wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed into him, gasping when she felt the hard length of him.

Her urgency seemed to spread to him, because he slowly unwound her legs from him and stood to finish undressing. She watched him undo his belt buckle and his pants, smirking at the perfection that she was married to now.

Once he was rid of his clothes, he leaned forward and slowly drew her panties down her legs, kissing a path from her waist to her ankle as he did so. She smiled, feeling loved.

There was a hungry look in his eye when he crawled back up to her and settled between her legs, the tip of his cock pressed against her. "Tell me you love me," he whispered roughly in her ear.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms around his neck. She pressed a kiss to his shoulder, the pressed her lips to his ear. "I love you, Dean Winchester," she said softly.

She cried out when he thrust into her. He didn't give her time to adjust this time, just set a hard, fast pace. Which was more than all right with her. She met his thrusts each time, quickly catching onto his rhythm. She leaned up and bit his shoulder to keep herself from crying out again.

He started to lose his rhythm, and he reached down touch her. She whimpered into his shoulder at the feeling of his rough fingers on her clit, and the sudden sensation of his mouth against her ear.

"Come for me, kitten, come on, baby-"

She couldn't hold it in anymore, so she tilted her head back and wailed as she came, hearing his deep moan as his own orgasm took him.

He gasped and tested his forehead against her shoulder. She smiled, sated and happy, and ran her fingers through his hair.

"Happy wedding day, Mr. Winchester."

xxxxx

Dean woke in the middle of the night to Piper straddling him. He tilted his head back and groaned, running his hands up her smooth thighs to grip her hips. She gasped, and he looked back up to drink in the sight of her, moving sensually on top of him.

She met his eyes. "Tell me you love me," she said softly.

He shuddered, hearing his own words back at him. "I love you," he said softly, comfortable saying it here, just with her, as many times as she needed to hear it.

She moaned and put her hands on his chest, using him as leverage to set a slow rhythm. He rocked up into her, savoring her little whimpers. He ran his hands up her sides, marvelling at her, to cup her breasts, thumbing her nipple and watching her gasp.

It wasn't long before she was clenching around him. "Oh, Dean!"

He pumped into her twice more before coming, pleasure rolling lazily through him.

She sighed and collapsed on his chest, breathing heavily. "Jesus."

He laughed, holding her close and pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I don't know what he has to do with it."

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Piper lay with her head on Dean's bare chest, already half asleep, listening to his soft snores.

They would be back at it the next day. They were hunting the devil. They probably weren't going to live through it

But that was tomorrow, and this was today. And today, she'd gotten married to the love of her life. Today had been perfect.

Mrs. Piper Winchester, she thought giddily to herself, as she fell asleep on her husband's chest.

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Hi everyone! Here's my notes:
I own only Piper Finley, the original character. I don't own Supernatural or the characters. (heartbroken)
Reviews, comments, and kudos give me the warm fuzzies and keep me going.
If there are any mistakes in continuity, canon, or geography, blame me.
**3 Oh, friggin' finally. I'm gonna be honest, Dean surprised me with this one. I thought he'd be carrying around that ring MUCH longer than this! I'm so happy to finally be able to share this chapter with you, so please, please, PLEASE tell me what you think!
**The ring Dean got for Piper is a half eternity band, in case anyone wants to know what it looks like.