The Winchesters took off a few days later when Dean's ribs had healed up. Amelia and Sam had another long conversation about the demon blood before they left. The Harvelles stayed, as there didn't seem to be any other hunts available, and Amelia didn't quite feel up to hunting yet. She was still sleeping twelve hours a day. A hunt came up a couple weeks later, but the Havelles didn't take it. Amelia started to become suspicious.

Her suspicions were confirmed a week later when a perfectly viable hunt cropped up two states over, and Ellen didn't immediately lock Jo in the panic room when she suggested she and Amelia take the case.

The girls took the Firebird, Amelia driving it for the first time since the Winchesters had brought her up to Bobby's. She sang at the top of her lungs, Jo hunched over in the passenger seat with her hands clamped tight over her ears.

"So Bobby and Ellen," Amelia mused after a while, "finally alone in the house all by themselves. Wonder what they'll do?"

"Ack," Jo plugged up her ears, not wanting to hear that either. "I know we conspired, and I'm glad it worked out, but that doesn't mean I like to hear about my mom... and Bobby... doing... yea."

"Wonder if we can get them hitched," Amelia pondered. "Now that they're 'together.'"

"God, I hope so," Jo muttered, "it's so awkward thinking about them."

They conspired further, having a few intense discussions in between researching and hunting. When they returned, Jo eventually had to lay down the law with her mother, and they planned a wedding for two months later. Jo and Amelia did the lion's share of the work.

Hunters had to be tracked down and invited to the wedding. They rented a small hall with a large amount of alcohol on tap.

Jo forced the Winchesters to be the groomsmen, Amelia and her filling the spots for the bridesmaids. Jo was maid-of-honor, of course, which made Dean best man and left Sam and Amelia together, much to Jo's delight. She had started returning Amelia's teasing big time.

The boys showed up a week before the wedding to get fitted for suits, to Dean's chagrin.

Two days after they showed up, Amelia took a break in the panic room with a thick old book on vampires. A few pages in, Jo appeared, sobbing, and slammed the door shut.

Amelia leaped from the bed as Jo came to her, shoulders heaving.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Jo collapsed onto the bed, and Amelia sat down beside her, patting her on the shoulder as her friend wept into her hands.

After a few teary minutes, Jo finally lowered her hands.

"I," her breath hitched, "I told Dean that I wouldn't wait around for him forever," her swimming eyes looked up at Amelia. "That he had to make a move, and do something or we would never be anything."

Amelia tried to comfort her friend.

"What did he say?" she had to ask.

Jo started sobbing again. "He just left! Turned around and left. Just like he always does. Stupid, stupid men!"

Amelia gathered Jo into her shoulder as she started to cry again.

Two minutes later, Dean burst in, looking desperate.

Amelia gave him a death glare as Jo raised her tear-streaked face from Amelia's shoulder.

"I don't think you-" Amelia started.

"Jo!" Dean cut her off.

"I know we've had a rocky relationship, and that's probably my fault, but I didn't want to get close to you because I don't want to lose you Jo," he was talking way too fast and it suddenly occurred to Amelia that this might be the only time she would ever see Dean Winchester scared. "But I don't want to lose you Jo, and I should have done this a long time ago."

He went to one knee, and held out a silver ring on his palm. "Jo Harvelle, will you marry me? It's my mother's ring, and it's too big for you and I had it resized for my finger, so you'd have to get it resized if you actually want to-"

Jo stopped him by flinging her arms around him, and resting her still teary face on his shoulder. "Of course I will marry you, you idiot."

They stood, and Dean slid his mother's silver ring on Jo's ring finger where it jangled around loosely. Then they started kissing and Amelia quietly contained her joy as she awkwardly sat on the bed watching them kiss.

As their kissing gradually became more passionate, Amelia cleared her throat. They kept kissing. She cleared her throat a little louder. Dean's hand crept up the back of Jo's shirt.

"Congratulations!" she shouted, bouncing off the bed with a huge smile on her face.

They finally broke apart, looking a little guilty, and Amelia attacked Jo with a tight hug.

Since they already had a wedding planned, Jo and Dean just decided to get married at the same time.

This made things rather confusing for the minister, since Dean and Jo were Bobby and Ellen's best man and maid-of-honor, but Sam and Amelia were Dean and Jo's. Things were compounded further by the fact that the brides were giving each other away and literally everyone at the wedding was packing at least a few weapons.

He took revenge on them once the two couples were married by trying to marry off Amelia and Sam as well, to their embarrassment and everyone else's great amusement.

Amelia and Sam, accompanied by some of the other hunters, took great care to cover the Impala and the Chevelle with whipped cream proclaiming the newlywed's status.

The hunters partied until dawn at the hall, drunk on alcohol and happiness and dancing. Sam, being Sam, politely danced with every woman in the hall, but always came back to Amelia, since she didn't know anyone particularly well. Garth asked her to dance once, and she spent the next four minutes laughing as she tried to avoid his clumsy feet. Dean and Jo danced with each other the whole time, Dean turning out to be a surprisingly good dancer. Jo didn't ask where he learned how to dance, and he didn't say. Bobby and Ellen danced a few rounds, before they settled down to talk and sip beers for a few more hours, hand comfortably in hand.

They headed out first before the morning got too late, back to Bobby's house. They didn't plan a honeymoon, saying they were too old to go gallivanting around. The couple planned to spend a couple weeks alone in the house, working out new schedules around each other. Ellen planned to change a few things. Amelia had her doubts.

Dean and Jo headed off on their honeymoon road trip when the owners of the hall finally kicked them out. Predictably, Dean threw a fit on seeing his baby covered in whipped cream. Jo was able to calm him down.

The other hunters peeled off slowly. Some of them headed off outside of town to settle an argument about who was a better shot. Considering the amount of alcohol consumed by all, Amelia thought she would rather be as far away as possible.

Sam watched Dean drive off with a lonesome look on his face. Jo had claimed his seat in the Impala, and he was happy for his brother and new sister-in-law. But it didn't mean he couldn't mourn the changing of his entire world.

"Well," Amelia came up beside him. "Guess the parents have kicked us out of the house, huh?"

He laughed at that, and the bitter truth of the statement. Bobby's house was both their homes, but they wouldn't go back there even if they had wanted to. Not with newlywed Bobby and Ellen there. And the Impala was off God knows where. Probably best not to think about that for a while either.

"See you tomorrow," he yawned. "We'll do something fun."

"Night Sam," she waved to him, and they went to their respective hotel rooms. The whole hotel was packed with hunters, and was probably the safest place in Sioux Falls, hell maybe the whole of South Dakota.

Not a word had been spoken of Amelia's affliction with the demon blood, to her relief. She saw how some of the hunters acted differently around Sam, though they tried to hide it. For the most part, they had welcomed her. Bobby's opinion went a long way. No way she would tell them she had drank demon blood, though. So she had a single room, next to Sam's so she was within scream-range, and put down the salt line herself, placing a iron knife under her pillow before she fell asleep.

The hunters had breakfast together the next morning. Loud, in spite of their hangovers. Boisterous even. Hunters were solitary by nature, but when they got together they could certainly make a lot of noise. Amelia, after grabbing a few hours of sleep between nightmares, was a little overwhelmed. She drank a whole pot of coffee by herself, as did half of the other hunters. The waitress looked a little disappointed she couldn't charge for refills as the hunters drank their coffee faster than they could make it.

They devoured pancakes, bacon, sausage, french toast. Everything. It was like watching Dean twenty times over. She was fascinated as she chewed through her strawberry waffles. Sam sat beside her nibbling on his fruit. He had given her a sad look in the morning when she met him in the hall, dark circles under her eyes. He had heard her screaming in the night, of course. She didn't talk about it, she never did. But he sat next to her at breakfast, a familiar presence among all the newly met hunters.

The other hunters left after breakfast, never staying long in one place. Sam and Amelia stood awkwardly by the Firebird and the beater car Bobby had loaned Sam.

"So, nightmares again?"

She pressed her lips together and looked away from him. They had gotten worse since Meg. Not like she would ever admit it.

"Yea?" she challenged him to make something of it.

Sam's face teetered close to the puppy dog look. "All I want to say is, don't go running off by yourself if you're not going to sleep."

"What do you mean?" she raised an eyebrow. "Not like I can crash at Bobby's." She suppressed a shudder at the thought of Ellen and Bobby. Alone in the house.

"We could go together. I could drive, you could get some sleep. We don't have to hunt, if you don't want to. We could see New York, or go fishing in the gulf, or whatever."

"You just don't want me gallivanting off by myself," Amelia crossed her arms.

"I want you to be ok, Amy," Sam argued. "And you're not ok. Not since Meg, hell not since you burned the ghosts."

That pissed her off.

"I'm fine," she snapped, causing Sam to huff. She had to say it, even if just to save face, but she relented after that. He cared, clearly. "Fishing? What are you, fifty?"

He smiled, letting it go for the moment. "It was just a thought."

They had planned to hang out for a few days, since the rest of their family was otherwise occupied. But nothing as far as teaming up together. Now that the wedding planning was over and she could think again, though, there was no way she could leave him alone. It had been her life for what, two years? Hunting, Dean, the Impala, it had been Sam's whole life. She'd let him think he was protecting her.

They drove off a few minutes later in the Firebird, after Sam stowed his things in the trunk. She drove, not willing to relinquish control of driving quite yet. Sam barely fit in the front seat, but he didn't complain. A few hours later he finally convinced her to take a nap, and she let him drive, curling up in the still warm seat, letting the purr of the engine lull her to sleep.

She woke up somewhere in the mountains.

"Hiking?" she yawned, staring out at the trees.

He shrugged. "Figured you like running, hiking isn't that different."

"Nah, it's cool. I like hiking."

Of course they packed a few guns in their backpacks, and a makeshift flamethrower in case of a Wendigo.

They spent a few days in the woods, living off of granola bars and dried fruit. Hiking was rather nice when they didn't have to worry about tracking something down and killing it. She enjoyed the exercise after weeks of wedding planning.

They picked up a hunt after that, and a crappy motel room to research in. She kept expecting Dean to barge in, complaining about research. A look at Sam told her he felt the same way.

"Going for a run," she told him. "Need some clean air."

He barely dipped his head in response.

She didn't run, and came back with a couple six packs.

"Thought it would help with the research," she told him, plopping down across the table from him, pulling out a beer.

"Liar," he huffed, but took one anyways.

"You were moping," she explained, with an innocent smile.

"Yea," he took a long drag at the bottle. "I guess I was. I'm happy for Dean, don't get me wrong. I never thought he would actually find someone. Actually have a chance to be happy, normal. It's just..."

"Different." She suggested, and he nodded, a sad smile on his face.

They took care of the ghost without a hitch.

In Michigan a month later, the only room left after a long night's ride was a single king. Amelia had some bruises from the last hunt, and Sam flatly refused to let her sleep on the couch.

She dreamed of the prison, again.

Eternities of hanging alone. No Meg, even. Completely alone. Forever.

That was the first night she called for him.

"Sam," her voice was strangled through her tears, and he was there within two seconds, and she wasn't alone any more.

But she couldn't stop crying even as she clung to him, solid, warm, comforting.

Hours later, it seemed, she finally had herself under control again. Sam had fallen asleep a while ago, head on the pillow, arms still around her. She watched him snore for a while, his breath touching the top of her head. She tucked her arms close to her body, scared of burning him, but the bed was too comfortable, and she was too tired. Within a few minutes she fell asleep, too, her head pillowed on his arm. Her last thought that his arm under her would fall asleep and be dead by morning. She didn't have nightmares.

They always got a room with a single king after that, after Amelia insisted about five hundred times that it was ok. The closeness helped, and she didn't feel as bad for waking him up, since he didn't have to leave his own bed. Still, sometimes after her dreams she couldn't bear the touch of anyone. Sam stayed on his side of the bed, eyes sad in the darkness he watched her ride out the panic by herself. He had his own nightmares sometimes. Less screaming than hers, more thrashing. She was able to wake him up sometimes, return the favor.

One night, as the terror of the nightmares started to fade, Sam's arms around her, he gently kissed the top of her head. It was the first advance he had ever made, for all of sleeping in the same bed together for weeks. It surprised some of the fear away, at first. Then, since she didn't react, a few minutes later he kissed her again, amid the chatter of soothing words. She remembered Paul, her father. That one night when her father came to her room, drunk past thought. The memory almost made Amelia recoil at the next touch of Sam's lips. But it was Sam. She didn't have to be scared of Sam, and she tilted her head back so his next kiss landed on her lips. The thrill up her spine had nothing to do with fear.

Then, Sam moving so slowly it would have infuriated her, if he hadn't been so sweet, so very careful and considerate, they kissed, and the kissing led to something more, and Amelia didn't have any more nightmares that night either.

Yay! Warm fuzzies. :) Sorry if the wedding was a little rushed/out of no where for you guys. I'm trying to write these chapters more like one shots, and it's not coming across quite the way I want. But personally, I always thought that Dean and Jo are stubborn enough that if they ever did get together, it was going to be completely out of no where. But then it would be totally permanent. You can debate if they actually would end up married, I just liked the idea of having them happy.

Also I just can't write sex scenes, so that's the most you're going to get. Hope you are mostly satisfied. ;)