Years down the line when things have quieted down, after they’ve faced vampires and shifters and a couple werewolves; after they’ve salted and burned countless sets of bones and drawn devil’s traps with chalk and paint and blood, Jody sits down and pulls something out of her pocket: a yellow lollipop.

Next to her on the couch, Donna sits quietly, flipping channels, her legs folded up and tucked beneath her.

Jody holds the little lollipop out towards Donna and clears her throat.

Whatever they are, whatever they became, there was never really a label, or an expectation. They hunted together, they fell into bed together, they raised Alex together, and neither of them ever made any moves to turn what they had into something more.

Jody had never seen the need for it, and neither had Donna, but for some reason, when Jody woke up on that sunny, October morning and heard Donna singing along to Here Comes The Sun, in the other room, she just knew.



“Sherrif Hanscum?”

“Yes, sweetie?” Donna asks. She turns to Jody and frowns when she sees the lollipop.

“Do you remember this?” Jody asks softly.

Donna smiles and nods. "Of course I do. That’s not the same one, is it?“ she teases.

Jody snorts and shakes her head. "No. But…there’s something I need to ask you.” She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small velvet box. “Donna, will you marry me?” she asks.

Donna’s mouth drops open and the remote falls onto the couch with a soft thud.

“I know it’s…silly but…I–”

Donna cuts Jody off with a kiss, smiling against her mouth and cupping her face in her hands. "It’s not, J, it really isn’t,“ she gushes.

Jody blinks and nods. "So, is that a yes?”

Donna snorts. "Hell tootin’ yeah that’s a yes, you silly woman. I love you so much, Jody Mills.“

Jody smiles and pulls the ring out of the box. With a shaking hand, she slips it onto Donna’s finger. "And I love you.”