Wedding planning with Dean Winchester wasn't exactly what you'd dreamed of as a little girl, but really it was OK. You didn't want a huge wedding, or a party or even the white dress. Well, maybe the white dress, why not? But your lives were hard and tiresome and lonely and the typical wedding things were just not going to happen. One thing that did have to happen however was Dean meeting your father. The good news was, your father Alan was a hunter too, he'd brought you up in the life since your mother and baby sister were killed by demons when you were 6. It wasn't anything as sinister as the Winchester's story, but it was terrible all the same; your family were just innocent bystanders, caught in the crossfire of a demon attack. He kept you safe, and you grew up relatively normal; you went to school, you lived in a house. But your evenings were spent at the shooting range or attending self-defense and survivalist classes, and your weekends and summers were spent out in the woods hunting monsters. Sure it wasn't "normal", but it was your life. Better to be prepared than to be cannon fodder.

Having grown up like you did, you found it hard to understand why your father disapproved of you going off on your own and eventually hooking up with the Winchesters. Based on the stories and gossip he'd heard, he came to meet Dean with a closed mind, already predisposed to hating him.

You and Dean had driven a few hours to meet your father in a small town outside of Lexington, Nebraska where he was working a case. You were meeting at a bar and you insisted on getting there early so you could get a table and relax before Alan showed up. You sat next to Dean in the booth and began to panic, each tick of your watch sending butterflies through your stomach. You chewed your fingernails and watched the door.

Dean put his arm around your shoulder and rubbed down your arm. "Hey, relax. It's OK. Dads love me."

You laughed and looked up at him. "How many dads have you met?"

"Well...mine. And Sam's...that's about it." He chuckled. You took a deep breath and rested your head against his flannel-covered shoulder. Dean sipped his beer, jade eyes scanning the bar, always vigilant and ready for any problem to arise. You looked down at your ring, running a finger over the moonstone. This was the right decision, wasn't it? Dean would keep you safe. He'd keep you all safe...

"Hey babe," you sat up and pulled Dean's attention back to you. "I don't think we should tell my dad about..."

Dean nodded and ran two fingers over his lips and 'zipped' them shut. You smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Well now, I see you saved me a seat." Alan Y/L/N appeared next to your booth, his wide frame casting a shadow over the table. Dean immediately stood up and let you scoot out to greet him.

"Daddy!" You said and wrapped your arms around him. He kissed your cheek and pushed you back to take a look at you, his hands on your upper arms.

"You look great sweetie. I'm so glad you called." He let you go and turned to size up your fiancé. Dean stood up straight and puffed his chest out a bit, his chin in the air, but a warm smile on his face. He held out his hand, Alan looked at it and then back up at Dean.

"Dean Winchester sir, nice to meet you." Dean said, still holding out his hand. Alan finally took it and they shook slowly, each hunter eyeing the other man, measuring his opponent, taking in all the surface information they could.

You were starting to lose your stomach to the butterflies again. "OK, that's enough of that, thank you. Daddy, sit. You want a beer?" You sat back down and scooted into your corner.

"Yeah, thanks. That'd be great." Alan said and sat down. You looked up at Dean who pursed his lips and walked over to the bar to get another round of drinks.

"So Daddy, how are you? How's the case going?"

"Y/N, what are you doing with this yahoo? You know the stories. The Winchesters are bad news." Alan said, leaning forward to talk to you but not lowering his voice at all, he didn't care if Dean heard him.

You looked into your father's dull blue eyes. "Dad, the Winchesters are heroes. I'm lucky they let me stay with them; I'd have died months ago if it weren't for Dean. Just knock it off and be nice." You scolded him, your voice low and slightly threatening. You'd learned long ago how to keep your father in line, though it didn't always work.

Dean returned with two beers and a cola, and slide into the booth next to you. He held out his bottle to toast with Alan, but the grizzled old man ignored him and took a sip without ceremony. Dean cleared his throat and looked over at you. You could sense his irritation rising.

"So, Alan, what brought you out to Nebraska?" Dean asked, trying to get the conversation moving.

"Tracking a Rugaru." Alan said, not looking up at Dean.

"Hmm. Haven't seen one of those in a long while." Dean took a sip of his beer. "Hey if you need a hand while we're here…"

"I don't need any help son." Alan snapped. Dean pursed his lips again and looked away towards the bar. "Y/N… why aren't you drinking?" Your father asked, looking down at your soda.

"Um…" You shook your head and looked at Dean, "No reason. Designated driver tonight." You chuckled awkwardly. Your fingers brushed over the Moonstone again and you took a deep breath. "OK… so, this is going so well we might as well just get on with it."

Dean raised his eyebrows at you and your father's head popped up; you had everyone's attention. "Daddy, Dean and I are… getting… married." You put on your best happy face, but it was barely covering your anxiety. You bit your lip and waited.

Alan narrowed his eyes and looked back and forth between you and Dean. "You're what?"

"Married, sir." Dean spoke up, reaching over to hold your hand. "I've never been a traditional kinda guy, but uh, well… Mr. Y/N, I'd like to marry your daughter, and she'd…we'd… like your blessing."

You smiled up at Dean, loving his sudden shyness. This wasn't the best situation, and it certainly wasn't going smoothly, but you were glad he was here with you and doing most of the talking.

Alan bowed his head and sighed. He took a long swig of his beer and banged the bottle down on the table. He looked up at you, not acknowledging Dean at all. "Are you out of your head girl?" His tone was hard and you sat up straight in your seat, his reprimand sending you right back to childhood. You opened your mouth to protest but nothing came out. "You're getting married? To a Winchester?"

"Whoa…" Dean put his hand up in an attempt to calm the old man, but Alan paid him no mind.

He continued to scold you, "I haven't seen you in over a year and you call me saying you've been living in a hole with these jokers for months and now suddenly you're gonna marry one of them? What've they done to you? Since when do you wanna go off and get married? You lost your common sense?"

"Daddy, please. Stop."

"You have any idea what this man has done, how many times he's almost destroyed the world? Do you know how dangerous he is?"

"Sir…" Dean's voice was low, like a warning.

"Don't 'sir' me boy." Alan finally looked away from you and locked eyes with Dean. "You're no good. And you sure as hell ain't getting my blessing for corrupting my daughter."

You gasped, drawing in as much air as you could; the need to cry you felt was instantly replaced by fear when you saw the look on Dean's face. He was beet red, his jaw clenched tight; so tight you could see his pulse beating in his neck. He opened his mouth and then shut it, fighting to keep the words inside for your sake. You put your hand on top of his and squeezed. His green eyes fell on you, you could see the anger behind them; he was ready to fight. You squeezed his hand again and very gently said, "Babe, why don't you go get another beer? I'd like to speak to my father alone. Please." You knew what you were asking him to do went against his very nature. You could see the words bubbling up inside of him, but he nodded quickly and left the table without a word.

Once Dean was out of earshot you turned to face your father. The look on your face must have been terrifying because the old man sat up straight, pushing his back against the booth to get away from you as you leaned forward, staring him down.

"OK, this is over." You said calmly, surprising yourself with the lack of tears falling. You pointed at your father with one finger as you spoke, defying him to interrupt you. "I know you must believe every little rumor you've ever heard about him and Sam, but they're not true. They are good men, the best men, and I'm not going anywhere. Dean and I are getting married, I'm staying with him until it kills me; which, it probably will, but I don't care. I love him. I called you here because I wanted you to be a part of my happiness and meet the man I'm going to spend my life with, but if this is how you're going to treat him, then we're done here. I don't want to lose you, but if you're asking me to choose, I choose Dean Winchester."

You finished talking and sat back, crossing your arms in front of you and taking in a shuttering breath. Never in your life have you used that tone of voice with your father and while you were impressed with yourself, you were also scared to hear his retort. Alan was visibly shocked; he stayed still, dark eyes trained on the beer bottle in front of him. You watched him and waited for any sign of what he was thinking, your stomach twisting into tiny knots.

"You have to say something now Daddy." You said softly.

Alan looked up at you and nodded. "OK."

"OK?"

"OK. I'm sorry. If that's how you feel, I'm gonna have to step back." He said, confusing you a little bit. "I do not approve of this, but I'm not gonna lose you over it. You're a grown woman; you can make your own decisions. I don't think it's a good one, and I'm afraid that he is gonna get you killed. But if this is what you want, I'm not gonna stop you. I said my piece."

Now you were visibly shocked. You expected a tongue lashing, but a concession? From the great Alan Y/L/N? What universe had you mysteriously been teleported to? You blinked a few times and calmed down. Reaching across the table you took your father's hand in both of yours. "Thank you Daddy. And you don't have to worry about me I'll be fine. Dean will protect me." You smiled.

The drive home was uncomfortable. You knew Dean was pissed off but he didn't say anything. You had told him what your father said, and Alan had even apologized and shook Dean's hand before you all parted, but he was still upset. He was taking every little thing Alan said and rolling it through the guilt fields in his mind. You knew you had to snap him out of it quickly or he'd sit and stew for days.

"So that was... terrible huh?" You laughed, trying to get him to look at you. His eyes were on the road ahead, but not really focused on it. You could tell he was pretty far away, lost in thought. "I'm sorry my dad's such an ass. I didn't think it would go that badly." No response. "He's very protective of me, obviously, and I guess we just threw him a curve ball, I probably should have told him over the phone so he was prepared, that's my fault." Dean's knuckles whitened as he gripped the steering wheel tighter. "So... anyway, I was thinking that I know we said we'd wait till like July or whatever, but maybe we just grab Sam and go to the courthouse on Monday morning and just do it, ya know? Why wait?"

Dean's jaw clenched as he ground his teeth together. He turned the wheel quickly pulling the Impala off to the side of the road with a screech of the tires. He threw it into park and turned fully around to look at you. Your eyes were wide and your heart beat quickly, this didn't look like it was going to be a pleasant conversation.

"Dean... I'm sorry..." You squeaked out.

He grabbed your hand and held it tightly between his, pulling it up to his lips and kissed your knuckles. "No, I'm sorry."

"You didn't do anything," You interrupted him, feeling horrible for making him feel guilty.

"Stop talking. I'm sorry I got so upset. I wanted to reach across the table and beat him until he stopped moving."

You nodded, "Me too."

"Let me talk please!" Dean shook his head and laughed, you knew your endless talking was something he loved about you; it was hard to keep your mouth shut. "I don't know what I expected, but that wasn't it, and I guess it threw me off a bit. But he's right: I'm bad news." His green eyes were locked into yours, his face suddenly becoming dark and sad. "Sam and I, we don't do relationships because we can't. We can try, and it'll be great for a while, but then it falls apart, tragically. Mostly with blood and demons and death. It's not good. Your father is right; I'm probably going to get you killed. And I don't know if we should take that chance. I love you, but is that enough to risk your life over?"

As he was talking the tears you were holding back had snuck out and ran in a hot stream down your cheeks. You wiped your cheek on your shoulder, as your hand was still clutched in his. "I know who you are Dean. I know what this life means to you and for you. It's dangerous, yes. But even if our situation were different, I would choose to be with you. I know the risks. I know someday you'll be standing over me, sending me off with a hunter's funeral. I know it. But I can't stay away from you. This is my choice as much as yours and I choose you. Everyday."

Dean released your hands and grabbed your face instead. His big hands covering both of your cheeks as he pulled you forward and lay his lips against yours. The kiss was short, but full of emotion; everything he wanted to say was pushed into that kiss, and you tried to show him the same. He pulled back and leaned his forehead against yours. "OK." He whispered. "I choose you too."

You smiled and pecked his lips again. "Good. Now can we please go and get some food? I need fried chicken." Dean laughed and put the car in gear. "Or pizza." He smiled at you as he pulled back onto the highway. "Or both. Yeah, both."