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Chapter Eight: October 13, 2012

Zoey stared at her reflection. Her thick, coppery hair was tangled and frizzy; her eyes tired. She sighed. Her poor best friend had a lot to do before she got married that day. Her eyes snapped open and pure joy flooded her system. I'm getting married today, she thought excitedly, and ran down the stairs to greet her maid of honor, Nicole. "Good morning!"

Nicole smiled, holding her makeup bag and a present. "Good morning!" The two embraced. "Connor's on his way with John and Kevin."

"Awesome." She grinned. "Well, let's go make me hot, huh?"

"You're already hot." Nicole chided, walking her back up to her bedroom. "We have four hours to get both of us ready."

Zoey opened her closet and gently laid her wedding dress on the bed. The beautiful lace gown was her mother's, and even though she'd had to have it altered to fit her petite frame, it looked stunning on her. "I already got my something old and something new." She pointed to the black lace stilettos. "Now I need something borrowed and something blue."

"I got you covered, sweetie. Now, sit down so I can do something with your hair." Nicole frowned in the mirror over Zoey's head. "Your hair is ridiculously thick and long."

"You're a witch, honey." Zoey reminded her. "Not to mention New England's best cosmetologist."

"Oh, I know." Nicole grinned. "Let me work my magic and Sam Winchester's going to be drooling when you're walking down the aisle."

It took an hour and a half for Nicole to fix her hair and, before she could protest, her friend started on her makeup. Finally, thirty minutes later, Zoey was able to slip into her wedding dress. Nicole helped her with the buttons on the strapless, corset top, A-line gown. When she finally looked at herself in the full-length mirror on her closet door, Zoey's mouth fell open. Her hair was slightly curly, pulled half-up and fell elegantly to her waist. Her make-up highlighted her eyes with a simple, sophisticated cat-eye and bold red lips. "Wow! Nic, you're amazing!"

"You're absolutely gorgeous. I just played it up." Nicole finished her up-do to put on her scarlet dress.

"Are you girls dressed?" John's baritone voice came through the door.

"Come in!" Zoey called, sliding her feet into her heels. "God, I'm smoking!"

"Not without this." John handed her a simple but elegant veil and tiara. "This was Mary's when she and I got married. I think she would've liked you."

"John!" Zoey threw her arms around him. "Thank you!"

Connor cleared his throat. "One last thing, sis." He held out a box. "Dean helped me pick it out."

"Oh, lord." She chuckled and opened the box. Inside lay a single, blue rose. She hugged her little brother tightly. "Thank you, Connor."

He patted her on the back. "Finish getting ready, okay?"

She tucked the rose in the middle of her red and black rose bouquet and reached for the black lace garter, sliding up to the middle of her thigh. "You two look so handsome!"

"I can't let you look better than everyone else, especially since I'm giving you away." Connor joked.

They arrived at the church fifteen minutes early and Zoey smoothed the front of her dress. She was extremely nervous, but, as she waited in the foyer for The Wedding March to start, a pretty brunette crept in. Her hazel eyes scanned the place, landing on Zoey. "You must be Zoey." She held her hand out. "I'm Emily Winchester."

"Oh! I wondered if you'd gotten the invitation." She hugged the woman. "I've heard so much about you."

"Same here." She smiled, relaxing. "I'm going to go grab a seat, but congratulations. My brother's an amazing man and I'm glad he's found someone who makes him happy."

She disappeared through the doors and Zoey smiled as Connor took her arm. The inside of Immaculate Conception Parish had been transformed, mostly due to the ingenuity of the two witches, and she kissed her brother on the cheek. "I love you, Connor. You're the best brother I could've asked for."

"Same here." He grinned as the song started playing. "Well, come on. If he has to wait much longer, he might pass out."

She giggled and adjusted her veil. Sam's face lit up when he saw her, his mouth dropped open. There for a minute, it seemed as if she and Sam were the only two people in the world. Gabriel, standing as minister, and Dean, couldn't take their eyes off her either, and when she finally reached Sam, she gently tapped his jaw to get him to close his mouth. Connor placed her hand in Sam's. "Take care of her, Sam, and make her happy." Then, the two men shared a tight hug and Connor sat down.

Sam lifted her veil and the ceremony began. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the joining in holy matrimony of this couple. If anyone has a reason they should not be wed, speak now or forever hold thy peace." Gabriel spoke with the authority only an archangel has. "So let it be." He took a deep breath. "Now, I've known these two since they were born, and let me tell you, they're two of the most stubborn humans God made, save for Dean-o here. However, their love for one another is one of the purest loves I've ever seen, and I'm proud to be the one who gets to marry them." Gabriel smiled at them.

Sam smiled at Zoey, her hand in his. "Do you, Samuel Tristan Winchester, take this woman, Zoey Lynn Bloodworth, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from the day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward as long as you both shall live?"

"I do." Sam squeezed her hand.

Then it was Zoey's turn. "Do you, Zoey Lynn Bloodworth, take this man, Samuel Tristan Winchester, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from the day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward as long as you both shall live?"

"I do." Zoey smiled at Sam.

"Then, by the power vested in me by, um, God, I now pronounce you husband and wife."

Zoey didn't wait for Gabriel to say 'you may now kiss the bride'. She pulled Sam down to her level and kissed him hard. "So, where's the honeymoon?"

"Europe." Sam whispered in her ear before kissing her back.