Dean had calmed down by the time you got back to Kansas, but still he seemed unsure. You racked your brain trying to think of something that would help you prove to him that you were sure about the wedding, but nothing good came to mind. You vowed to think up an amazing gift for him, something that would really knock his socks off; but what do you give the man who wants nothing for himself?

You didn't rush off to town hall and get married that Monday because you woke up feeling sick to your stomach and ended up lying around all day watching TV. Besides you needed to get a few things before you said 'I do', including a white dress that you'd decided you definitely wanted to have. It might be cheesy, but if you were going to do it, you should do it right; you'd even convinced Dean to get a new suit, although he insisted that his ten-year-old fed-threads were good enough.

Poor Sam had to act as best man and maid of honor and he offered to go with you and Dean the next day to pick out your outfits. You were insisting that Dean not see your dress before the wedding. "That's so ridiculous, it's just a dress," Dean had said, to which you replied with a laugh, "Baby, we need all the good luck we can get!"

You stood in the dress shop, frankly intimidated by the vast selection of white dresses. Sam was next to you, just as nervous, and you grabbed his hand for support. "This is stupid, right? A white dress? Really?" You asked, biting your lip and taking in the sea of silk and lace around you.

"No…you deserve it." Sam replied and squeezed your hand. "Whatever you want, you're gonna get." He smiled and you relaxed a little bit. You did feel just a tad ridiculous standing there, scared of clothing.

You and Sam walked through the shop, pulling out and showing each other random dresses, never really agreeing on a style. It was fun, who knew Sam had such nice taste in women's fashion? You finally agreed on three different dresses. One poofy ball gown with full lace sleeves that reminded you of Kate Middleton's gown, one short cocktail dress with a deep v back and sash, and a strapless full length that was plain but lovely, with a few rhinestones gracing the neckline. You were just about to go try them on when Sam's phone went off.

"It's Dean. He needs help." Sam said with a frown. "How hard is it to pick out a suit?"

"How hard is it to pick out a dress?" You laughed. "Go ahead, I'll be fine."

"You're sure?"

"Go. He needs you. And make sure it's nothing with ruffles or anything stupid." You joked, thinking about seeing Dean in a 70's style powder blue tux.

"Oh that's not gonna happen." Sam said with a wink as he left the shop.

The shop girl helped you zip up the giant dress and stand on the pedestal in front of three huge mirrors. You were really excited about this first dress, but once you saw yourself all you could think was that you looked like a giant cupcake. You frowned and shook your head at your reflection.

"Well that's not exactly great is it darlin'?"

You looked up into the mirror and saw bright red hair peeking from behind your shoulder. You spun around to see Rowena watching you with a contented smile on her red lips, her long hair falling around in high contrast to the dark blue dress she wore.

"Rowena? What are you doing here?" you asked, wondering why the witch had suddenly appeared. You knew her, had heard many stories from the boys, but had never really been alone with her; you were wary.

"Y/N, relax." She said, walking towards you. "I came to offer my help."

"Your help, with what?" You narrowed your eyes and watched her carefully. She might have been helpful in the past, but she was still a witch, and your hunter instincts wouldn't let you relax around her.

"Well with the wedding of course!" She smiled broadly. "When my dear son told me you locked down the big Winchester, I thought, she hasn't got any girlfriends around, I could be of assistance!"

You laughed a little at her enthusiasm. "You want to be my bridesmaid?"

The witch clapped her hands together and squealed, "I do! Oh that would be lovely darlin'!"

"Oh…" you hadn't meant that to be an invitation but she seemed to have taken it as one. "Ok…sure Rowena, thanks." You turned back around to look at yourself again, still confused by the interaction. You spread your hands down over the giant skirt and sighed. "I don't think this is the one."

"No, I would say not."

The cocktail dress did not work either. You wanted to be casual, but not that casual; and it was just a little too short and tight around the middle. You needed something a little more…flowing.

"So Y/N, when is the big day going to be?" Rowena's voice carried over the dressing room door to you as you shrugged out of the tiny dress.

"We think Friday, if I can pick a dress by then. It's all kind of up in the air at this point." You said, struggling with the zipper.

"You're not really a planner are you?" She laughed.

"Well, no, I am, but we don't really want to wait, and we're not having a big party or anything so what's the point? We're just gonna go do it." You slipped the last dress off its hanger and stepped into it.

"I see."

You adjusted the dress and opened the door, stepping out into the mirrored viewing area. Rowena gasped and brought her hands up to her mouth.

"That bad, huh?" You sighed.

"No dear… look…" She took your hand and led you over to the pedestal. You stood up on it and gazed at your reflection. You felt the pull of tears as you stared at yourself. "It's perfect Y/N. You look beautiful."

It was perfect. Strapless top with gems sparkling on the bodice; empire waist that opened up into sheer fabric that flowed down to the floor and danced as you walked. You pulled your hair up in a mock up-do and smiled. "This is it. This is the one." You laughed and wiped away a tear that had escaped the corner of your eye. "God, why am I crying so much lately? I'm such a girl."

"There is nothing wrong with being a girl Y/N. And they're happy tears, aren't they?" Rowena picked up the back of the dress and fluffed it out so it fell perfectly behind you. She smiled up at you.

"They are very happy tears. I just wish," You stopped, remembering who you were talking too. She wasn't actually your friend. But, then again, right now she was the only one you had.

"Wish what darlin'?"

"Nothing." You shook your head and adjusted the top of the dress again. "I was just thinking I hope Dean is as happy as I am."

"I'm sure he is." She answered.

"I gotta figure out a gift for him," You murmured to yourself.

Rowena's eyebrows raised in interest, "A gift?"

"Yeah, I don't know what, I've just been thinking about it. I want to get him something or do something big, ya know? Like for a wedding present."

"My dear, I can help you with that!"

"Yeah?" You asked. "Like what do you have in mind?"

"Well," She put her finger on her painted lip and thought for a moment. "I'm not sure, but I'll think of something. Maybe a protection charm or something like that? I could whip something up for you."

You turned around quickly and grabbed Rowena's hands, pulling them up to your chest. "Rowena, that would be… amazing. Would you help me do that, please? I've been trying to figure something out, but I mean: it's Dean. He has his car and that's it, he's not exactly easy to shop for." You smiled so wide your cheeks began to hurt.

"Of course dear, it will be my honor."

"What. The. Hell is going on?" Sam stood in the archway between the shop and dressing rooms. His hazel eyes were stuck on Rowena, his voice was hard and demanding.

You and Rowena both spun around, still holding hands and stared at the tall man. "Sam, Rowena is…well, she's helping me actually." Rowena slipped her hands out of yours and bowed slightly towards Sam.

"Helping you? Y/N do you have any idea…" He turned his eyes from Rowena and finally looked at you. His mouth hung open as he saw you in the dress.

"You like?" You teased him.

Sam looked you up and down, his lips turning into a huge grin. "Oh my god, you're beautiful Y/N. That dress is perfect."

You shrugged and grabbed the skirt, twirling it around a bit. Sam pushed past Rowena wrapped you up in a huge hug. "Thanks Sam." you whispered.

Rowena called you the next morning saying she had found a charm that would work for your gift to Dean. It was an old spell that was used to protect warriors in battle; shielding them from most attacks and helping them see danger before it struck. It sounded perfect and you agreed to let her help out. She gave you a list of a few things that you needed to collect of Dean's. It sounded a little weird, but you had no knowledge of spells or any of that stuff, so you surrendered to her instructions. You spent the day bumming around the bunker with the boys, occasionally sneaking things into your room for Rowena's spell.

After dinner you and Dean were cuddled up against the headboard of Sam's bed, watching some crappy show on Netflix with Sam stretched out horizontally across the bottom. You couldn't really see over his broad shoulders, but you didn't care. You lay with your head on Dean's chest, your hands running up and down his stomach and thighs; Dean's fingers running through your hair, his chin on top of your head. You closed your eyes and sighed, completely content. There was no case, no monster lurking around the corner, no big-bad something waiting for you to deal with it. Well, there probably were, but they were not your problem tonight. Tonight all you needed to worry about was not falling asleep before you got to your own bed. You ran your fingers over the Moonstone and smiled; maybe you all could be happy.

You leaned up and pressed your lips against Dean's, kissing him gently.

"What's that for?" He asked, brushing a finger down your cheek.

"Just because." You smiled up at him.

"Hmm. Thank you." Dean brought his juicy lips back to yours and kissed you harder, his hand cupping your face. You opened your mouth and allowed him to slide his hot tongue in. You shivered and grabbed his neck, trying to get as close as you could. His hands traveled down your neck and settled on your breast, gently kneading and pulling your sensitive nipple through your shirt. You moaned into his mouth, never breaking away from his kiss.

Sam looked over his shoulder and groaned. "Oh come on guys, this is my bed!" He sat up with his hands thrown up in frustration.

Dean pulled away from you, his hands still moving, his breath hot on your lips "I guess we should retire?" He whispered to you. You licked his mouth and grinned.

"I supposed we shall," you said. Dean jumped up off the bed and leaned down, scooping you up into his strong arms. You squealed and quickly threw your arms around his neck. "You better not drop me!"

"I promise." He said and kissed you again as he walked you out of the room. "Night Sammy!"