He gets comfortable on his knee down here, the ring still held out until he can tenderly slide it on. "Jake," he says. "JJ," soon after, because it's still his preferred name for her. "JJ Alvarez," he says, with a grin because it's a way to keep her using Jensen as a name, too.

He slides to his feet and lifts that beringed hand in order to kiss it, brushing his lips over her knuckles before he ducks down to lift her into a honeymoon carry in his arms, bringing her to the bedroom.