"Dean, is this one okay?" Jess asked, turning slowly. She was wearing a stunning white dress with a long lace train. The bodice, train, and ends of the long, flowing veil were trimmed with gold thread. It hugged at her hips before loosening into a flower of fabric.

Dean let out a low whistle. "I've said it before and I'll say it again; you are way out of my brother's league."

"Shut up," she laughed. It had been three weeks since they had decided on a double wedding and a month and a little over a half until said wedding could occur, not a lot of time but in the peak the peak of spring. Jess had insisted on planning early and insisted on Dean coming with her as she did not want Sam to see the dresses so Cas and Sam had gone off looking at flower arrangements and tuxedos.

This had to have been the hundredth dress Jess had tried on over the last few days, each one, she said "always has at least one dress that is prettier than it". Dean had sighed and offered to help her choose. He didn't see the problem, the majority of the dresses looked almost the same to him and she looked stunning in all of them.

"Dean?"

"Yeah?" Dean looked up from the rack of dresses he was sorting through.

Jess emerged from the changing room, back in her old clothes. "Who's even coming to the wedding?"

Dean smiled. "Wait and see."

"What are you planning?"

"You're smart, you should get this easily."

"Well sorry they never taught us how to read minds in Stanford!"

Dean widened his eyes in mock surprise. "Really? They don't? Wow! What kinda school is this?"

"Oh shut up," she said, laughing and slapping his arm.

"You done with this store."

She shrugged. "Yeah, I guess."

"How'd you think Sam and Cas are doing?" Dean asked, glancing down at her.

"They're probably at a pet store."

"I'll bet they come back with a Guinea pig and a puppy," Dean said with a smile. "I wouldn't put it past them."

Jess shrugged and laughed. "I'll call them and tell them to meet us." She pulled out the phone Sam had gotten for her two weeks back. "Hey Sam," she said when he answered.

"Hi Jess."

"Where are you two?"

Silence.

"Sam, I'm putting Dean on if you don't answer me." She sighed and glanced at Dean. "You're at a pet store aren't you?"

"No."

"You are!" she laughed, signaling Dean closer and putting the phone on speaker.

Dean grinned, practically seeing Sam's guilty face as he replied with a soft,"yeah, we are."

"Has Cas decided to live there?" Dean asked.

"He's playing with the cats. And we didn't spend the entire day there, we went shopping to get Cas clothes."

"Okay, good," Dean said with a smile, eyes sparkling. "Any dogs?"

"Only small ones."

"Boo hoo Samantha, meet us by the car and we'll go eat."

"Shut up Dean. Hey Jess, you find a dress?"

"Not yet," Jess said, sighing. "None of them suited me." She paused. "We've got to go. Meets us in ten."

"Bye Sam," Dean added. "Don't let Cas actually adopt a pet."

Sam laughed. "I won't."

Jess hung up and slipped the phone back in her pocket. "I can't believe them sometimes."

Dean grinned and shook his head. "I'm just relieved to see them happy."

"You would be," she said softly. "Listen, can you tell me something?"

"Possibly." His voice sounded suddenly closed off, an instinctive reaction.

Jess sighed. "Sam told me that a few months ago he got..."

"Shot," Dean supplied. "By werewolves, in an old cabin, and I left him."

"He's worried Dean, he knows the danger is past but he's worried about what you did when you thought he was dead."

Dean closed his mind against the image of Sam's still, cooling body. "I didn't do anything," he lied. "Just tried to take care of the others." He paused. "Why bring this up months later? It's a thing of the past."

"You didn't do nothing," Jess said, grabbing his arm so he stopped walking. "You wouldn't do nothing. That's what he was worried about, what you do, how far you. You and him don't hunt anymore but he's worried, I'm not entirely sure why but he is. Dean, what did you do?"

The words were on the tip of his tongue. "Don't tell him," Dean whispered. "Please, don't tell him. Cas doesn't even know..."

"Promise I won't."

Dean glanced away. "I summoned a Reaper. Billie."

"How?"

"I...I..." Come on Jess, figure it out. Don't make me say it.

"You killed yourself." Her eyes were wide in horror. "Oh God, you did."

"Don't tell him," Dean whispered, blinking away tears. "Please don't."

"I told you I wouldn't," she whispered, stretching up and hugging him gently. "It's okay."

Dean let out a breathy laugh, letting his body relax. "Thank you."

"It's okay," she soothed. "It's okay."

Dean stepped back, wiping his eyes on the back of his hand. "Thanks Jess."

"No problem," she said with a grin. "Just promise you'll never get pull a stunt like that again."

"Don't worry," Dean said with a smile. "Where did that question even come from? About what I did?"

"I told you, Sam was worried." She glanced at her phone. "We have to be there in three minutes:"

"Okay." Looking at Jess, Dean felt a rush of brotherly affection towards her. Another little sister he had never wanted, like Charlie had been. He trusted Jess, he realized with a shock. He didn't trust quickly on basic principle alone but Jess seemed to be the exception. He smiled to himself, pleased that Sam had gotten such a kind, smart, beautiful girl.

Fifteen minutes later, all four of them found themselves in a booth at a restaurant. Cas and Dean were on one side, Jess and Sam on the other. Jess had been talking about some of the dresses she had seen, saying that none of them were quite right. Sam had laughed and rolled his eyes, telling her she would look beautiful in everything.

Cas was quietly talking about the cats he had seen. Dean sighed and grinned; he had expected nothing less.

"Which was your favorite?" Dean asked as they waited for their food to come.

Cas shrugged. "The tan one with green eyes. She's cute."

"All cats are cute, Cas," Jess said. "Comes with the minor problem of all of them being spawns of Satan."

"I'm not sure if that's offensive to cats or offensive to Lucifer," Sam said with a snort. "We'll ask him if he ever drops by again."

"Can we get her, Dean?" Cas asked. "Please?"

"Cut the act," Dean said, rolling his eyes. "You just can't do the puppy eyes as well as Sam. Close but not quite, I'm immune."

"Dean, please."

Dean glanced at the Angel, then to Jess and Sam watching him. "Fine," he said. "One cat, she's your responsibility."

"Thank you."

"I hate you."

"You know you love me."

Dean glanced up then back at the Angel, a smile playing his lips. "I do."

AN: I felt like everything was going to happily and had to thrown in the bit from Red Meat so...Anyways, I hope you enjoy!