I do. Two words. Three letters. Two syllables. Thousands of pounds of meaning. And Dean was about to say it.

~ Many hours earlier ~

"Chuck," Dean said into the sky. "Chuck. You owe me a wish." He glanced around, the wedding altars were already up, courtesy of Sam, as well as small vases of flowers.

It was a plain little set up, the trees were blooming in full, the wind was sweet with the scent of flowers. It was right outside the Bunker, their home. Jess was inside getting ready because she apparently needed nearly three hours for hair and makeup. Cas, he was sure, was playing with their tan, green eyed kitten who's name was Caramel (Jess thought of it), instead of preparing food with Sam.

"Dean."

Dean whipped around to see Chuck striding over to meet him. "Chuck," he said calmly. "I assume you know what I want."

"That I do. When do you want it?"

"Five minutes before the wedding starts, that should be good." Dean sighed. "I am so nervous for this."

"You love Cas, don't you?"' It wasn't a question. The way Chuck presented it made it seem more like a threat, a 'if you hurt My son I will end you.'

"Of course I do," Dean answered. Then he snorted. "I'm sorry but if I had been told five years ago that I would be having a heart-to-heart with God before getting married to an Angel, I'd have shot them."

Chuck smiled. "You'll be fine," He said. "Offer to help Jess out. She likes you, you know, she's made you her family."

An arrow stuck through Dean's heart at that. Jess reminded him of Charlie in so many ways, the quiet confidence, the raging intelligence. "Yeah," he said softly. "And You said You'll be doing the ceremony?"

"Correct. I'll see you in four hours, Dean." He vanished, leaving Dean shaken and nervous.

"Okay," Dean breathed to himself. "Alright. Dammit Winchester, pull yourself together. They've been planning this for months, don't fuck anything up." He nodded to himself and turned to go back into the Bunker.

Cas felt the butterflies in his stomach turn into great big bats as Dean entered the room. He and Sam were laying out enough food to feed an army despite the fact that their crowd of people was rather small. Claire, Jody, Alex, Lucifer, Gabriel, and possible Crowley and Rowena would be there, the only living friends of the Winchester family.

"Hey Cas," Dean said softly. "This looks great."

"Complements go to Sam," Cas replied, grinning over his shoulder at Dean.

Dean shrugged. "Nice going Sam," he called over to his brother who was bringing a sheet of something out of the oven. He reached over Sam's shoulder to grab one of the cookies cooling on a rack.

"Hands off," Sam snapped playfully, slapping Dean's hand away from the rack. "Get outta here Jerk."

"I'll be helping Jess then," Dean shot back, managing to snag a cookie and pop it in his mouth. "Bitch."

Sam sighed and raised his eyebrows at Cas who grinned and leaned down to let Caramel who had rubbed against his leg. "I can't say I envy you, Cas," Sam said. "Have fun living with him forever."

Cas laughed as Dean flipped Sam the bird over his shoulder as he made his way to Jess and Sam's room, Sam's words about there not being enough cookies now fading away.

"Jess," Dean said, knocking softly. "It's Dean. You need any help?"

The door opened slowly. Jess grinned slightly and pulled him into the room. "Okay," she said, immediately shoving a bag of what Dean assumed to be makeup into his arms. "I'm kinda freaking out right now and I need so help."

Dean nodded slowly. "I might be able to help." He had almost no clue what she was talking about or what he was supposed to do with whatever powders and whatnots were in the bag.

"How's the dress?" she asked, spinning slowly. It wasn't a dress Dean had seen before, she must have gotten it while she had been 'out' for seven hours. "Oh, please say it's okay."

She looks like a Goddess, Dean thought. The dress hugged her at her waist and hips before flaring out in an elegant flowering way, like petals falling gently away from the centre. The V neck was trimmed with silver and little flowers were embroidered on the bodice and skirt. Dean felt his breath catch with emotion. She and Sam would be beautiful together.

"Okay?" he asked softly. "Holy shit, Jess."

"Good?"

Dean blinked to clear his head. "You look amazing."

She smiled sheepishly. "Thanks. Help me with this, eye shadow or no?"

Dean looked so confused Jess wanted to laugh but instead she sighed and said, "should I put glittery powder on my eyelids or nah?"

He glared at her for a second before smiling. "You don't have to but it would look nice." He shrugged. "You don't need it but if you want..."

Jess sighed again and laughed. "I'm going to use silver, I think."

"Okay."

"Do you know how to curl hair?"

Dean stiffened, feeling a faded pain in his chest. He used to help Lisa with her hair. "Yeah." In response to her questioning look, he said, "I used to help a...friend out with her hair."

"Oh, okay." She pointed at the curling iron. "Please don't burn me."

"I'll try."

Three hours later, Jess forced him out of the room to get ready, insisting he spend some time to comb his hair and do whatever he needed to get prepared. As if sensing his nervousness, squeezed his arm and whispered, "it will be fine. You know he loves you and he knows you love him."

Dean nodded and smiled softly. "I do."

And that's where he left off, standing at the altar, watching Sam as he wrung his hands nervously, eyes brimming with tears. In the audience their mother watched with a teary look on his face. John was smiling, his arm wrapped around her, sharing glances with Bobby who looked like he was either going to cry or kill someone. Charlie and Kevin sat slightly apart from the group, tears running down Charlie's face and she glanced at Kevin who sighed and let her lean against him.

His one wish had been well spent, Dean thought. To have his dead friends and family present on one of the most important days of their lives. And to see Sam almost break down with happiness when they had appeared, murmuring soft words of congratulations to them, made Dean's heart melt. He glanced away from the audience and from Crowley who smirked suggestively and received a glare from his mother. Lucifer and Gabriel, who stood silently in the back, snickered as Rowena glared at Crowley.

"If I could have everyone's attention please," Chuck said loudly, His voice carrying powerfully across the small group of people. "The wedding is about to start."

A soft waltz, that's what Jess had chosen. She had said the vague and delicate sounds reminded her of the most beautiful stars but to Sam, as he watched her emerge from the Bunker, could have easily said she was more beautiful than any star in the sky. He felt tears spring into his eyes and blinked they away, annoyed that they were clouding his vision.

The dress was beautiful, flowering, but she took his breath away. Her gold hair was loosely curled, freely falling around her shoulders. The upper half of her face was blocked by the white veil and it flowed behind her like a pair of wings, gently trailing behind in a warm wind of spring. Her bouquet was filled with white lilies and red roses, each one with a tiny stone set in the centre.

She was standing in front of Sam, eyes sparking behind the veil. Chuck was talking, Sam knew the words already, had heard them in movies and read them in books so when he heard Jess's soft 'I do' he felt a tear slide down his face as he repeated the words back to her.

"I do."

"You may kiss the bride," Chuck said, stepping back to give them space.

So he did, he lifted the veil and gently, passionately, pressed his lips against hers. She kissed him back, firmly, purposefully. It was amazing, something that Sam knew he was so lucky to have, something he didn't deserve. Jess was back with him and, years later than intended, they were finally getting married. Then they broke apart and before she stepped back, Jess whispered quietly, "til death do us part."

Mary stifled a sob into her hands, glancing away from her son and up at John, who's eyes were sparkling with tears. She wiped her eyes, unable to help the smile breaking across her face as she realized Dean's cheeks were wet, shining in the fading evening light. She was so proud of her boys.

Jess couldn't believe it, that that had been it. Some words, a ring, a kiss, and she was married to Sam Winchester. She knew that everything had a deeper meaning but then everything felt surreal, this life she had come back into, the words, the kiss. Sometimes she had to remind herself that it was real.

And judging by how tightly Sam was holding her hand, she knew he was unsure of the reality too. She trailed a hand gently over his ring finger, reminding him that this, this moment, these feelings above all else, was real. He smiled gratefully.

Dean felt his breathe catch as everyone quieted down, felt any emotion other than love for his Angel and nervousness fade out of him. His hands were shaking, he didn't meet anyone's, not even Sam's, eyes and most certainly avoided his father's. He felt his heart stop as Cas walked out.

The Angel's eyes were lit up blue with passion, a small smile curving his lips and his eyes glued to Dean, full of emotion. His hair was slightly messy, just how Dean had always liked it. His hands were shaking visibly, so were his legs as he approached the altar. Dean wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry as he noticed the patterns of wings embroidered into the back of his navy blue tuxedo. He was almost certain he should cry when he realized Cas's tie was on the right way and when his soon-to-be-husband reached him, Dean couldn't help but reach out and flip the tie backwards, how Cas had always worn it.

He didn't even notice the music playing in the background until it stopped; an instrumental version of the song 'Can't Help Falling in Love With You' by Elvis. Cas must have picked it. He smiled slightly, gazing at the man in front of him, tears were brimming in those clear blue eyes. Dean raised his eyes to Sam who smiled so kindly that it brought even more tears to his eyes. Part of him screamed "damnit Dean, stop crying'' while another part protested "this is one of the most important days of your life, cry all you want". He closed his eyes for a second as Chuck began to talk.

Dean heard but didn't listen. His attention was focused on his about-to-be-husband. He knew the drill, he knew the words, he knew what to say. So when Chuck paused for Dean to answer he said those words that carried thousands of pounds of meaning and promised an infinite amount of love and years. Love and years he was more than happy to pledge to the Angel in front of him.

"I do." Two words. Three letters. Two syllables. And he had just said them.

When Cas opens his mouth to repeat them, the words didn't come out for a second. He saw the flicker of worry on Dean's face for a moment before he cleared his throat and whispered, "I do."

Dean's whole body seems to relax as Cas gently took his hand. Chuck's voice, however powerful, wasn't perceivable above the rushing love that filled the Angel's being as his Father gave permission for them to kiss. So they kissed.

It was soft and slow and gentle. It felt like a drizzle of rain on a hot day, a soft brush of feathers. Cas felt like he was flying, like anything wrong he had done, the ball and chain around his ankle, was gone. He was floating, wings made of love stretching far beyond his own, putting even Lucifer's to shame.

"I love you," Dean whispered as they broke apart.

"I know," Cas whispered back. "I love you."

Maybe, maybe after all these years they were destined to have a happy ending, the ending they deserved instead of the one laid out for them, the one that they ripped up and burned and created an entirely new one.

So when Dean gently took Cas's hand and led him off the altar to where Sam was waiting, tears on his face, Cas went because from this day forward, they weren't scared, they wouldn't fight. Because the beauty of the tragedy that was love is that it never dies.

AN: Guys, one or two more chapters left :(

Hope you enjoyed so far, I'm kinda sad to see it end. Thanks for the reviews and reads! They mean a lot!